shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-a very large hooded crow has landed nearby and it is cawing loudly. ominously. the crow gives off the air of the otherworldly-

 

define 'predation'

 

"Causing spiritual, psychological, or physical harm via oppression, temptation, possession or direct physical action," Ford says, crossing his arms across his chest. "Making malicious contracts with the desperate and ill-informed."

 

-jame is awakened by the cawing and pushes herself up. jorin falls off her back and meows in protest. she glares at the crow and screeches loudly at it. it does not move seemingly unimpressed with the family war cry. so she throws a rock at it. the crow dodges this and lands on her head. jame flails at the crow and falls over again. the crow leaves, cawing away-

 

-a mi sniffs the new James hand- Mi?

 

then explain THIS:

 

"You're a terrible artist?"

 

-rolls over and looks at the mi curiously-

Luch ann?

-pokes at the mi and gives it a light pap-

 

vwhat?? thats GREAT art. you can tell VWERY clearly vwho it is.

 

Mi! -noofs her hand and purrs very softly-

 

...define spiritual harm

asking for a friend

and also me

 

-sits up and gives the mi a closer look-

Not a mouse then. Mice don't purr like that. Or at all.

-jorin quite grumpily walks his way up to and noses insistently at her back. she turns to look back at the cat, who then hops into her lap and curls up-

Oh, kitty, you'd think we were in a nice crannóg now with how you're acting.

-pets the mi-

 

Ford looks sceptical. "Are they more or less inclined to be good to themselves and others after your...friend...has interacted with them? Are they better people or worse people? Are they kinder, more loving, or the reverse?"

 

"That makes it representational, not necessarily good. Also, there is only one person in the rave who is a giant tentacled penis." Ford rolls his eyes.

 

oh okay no problem there then

people just sometimes get weird about the anti-soul thing

its not my fault where im from

 

they go all 'its an abomination kill it'

like

real well thought out reaction there dude

following right in the footsteps of your racist old pal lovecraft

im just minding my own business over here and if you dont want your soul drawn into another dimension dont stand in my personal space for months

its not that hard

 

-looks over from her cat and the mi-

That sounds pretty fair if there's laws involved. If. The people being taken need some awareness of said laws too.

 

if somebody tries to spend three solid months within five feet of me i dont think theyre the one that needs legal protection

 

They do. There's rules to this sort of thing. If a leanan sidhe decides she wants a particular poet, then she needs to go and establish a relationship with him. Without that there's no contract and without a contract her taking him is legally murder. Which requires a blood price to be paid, and while I'm not sure on the technicalities of those for humans exclusively at least in the Isles it tends to equate to death. Or worse.

Of course laws protect you as well. If the poet were to slight the leanan sidhe or break their relationship via adultery then he's more than likely to be tossed down a hill. Legally so and, more importantly, honorably so.