shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I dunno. You're a ghost, in a dreamscape, with a bunch of talking robots and a shitload of aliens-- trolls-- who can't all be wearing paint. And one of them just cut herself. I mean, I know it's sort of my word against yours, but I know when someone's bleeding. I could show you how I know but--

That's... I mean it's up to you. Would it be okay if I used your blood for something?

 

How does it work~?
I'm not giving you my blood if you can hurt me with it~.

 

He quickly flushes a bright red and turns his head aside as quickly as he can, closing his eyes.
"MISS I AM A MARRIED MAN PLEASE COVER YOURSELF AGAIN THIS IS QUITE INAPPROPRIATE!"

 

Do it~.
Cut me~.

 

...Licentus? I already said that?

...awww scrap, does Simon have memory problems too? Sorry! Also, what's this automaton thing that keeps coming up?

Two outta three, overzealous if y'trust Sil's opinion and definitely still a sparkling!! My paint job's kinna scrap though, I know, blah blah scarcity blah blah might interfere with chromatothings comin' in. [She pouts, crossing her arms.] Anyway, the trolls are too aliens! Try to take their horns off, I dare ya!

 

Wow. That sounds pretty incredible, but also fucked up?

Uh, well. I mean, I can already hurt you with it, theoretically, if we weren't bound by certain rules. At least that's what I gathered? I just don't want to start pulling your blood and doing shit with it if you don't want me to. It's touching air now though so it's... pretty much available to me. Along with pretty much the rest of your circulatory system. Sorry.

 

What do you want to do~?
And that's a really nice ability~!

 

-He shrugs.-

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ivwe got some parts that vwould be pretty hard to fake, if youd like to check them out.

 

That's probably like the only time anyone's told me it was nice, so uh. Thanks?

I was just gonna make a little design out of it. Something impossible to do with wires. Also maybe try seeing what my blood does to it? That's why I asked about the protein chains-- I know I can do things to vampires and I'm like a universal donor to end all donors for all humans so. I think it'd be cool to see. Maybe your blood will kill mine, who knows?

That's still pretty fucked up from my cultural perspective. Are all of your ships based on an organic core?

 

Go ahead~!
That sounds interesting~.

 

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-0 Lords' sakes, she's perfectly decent.

-0 Why are you asking aliens to cut you?
-0 This is a bad idea.

-He crosses his arms.-

 

He called me a liar~.

 

I mean, as long as cI heals quick enough they shouldn't lose too much ener-- uh, circulatory fluid? Seems like a pretty decent plan to me if Simon won't get his head outta his exhaust about the alien thing...

 

He waves off with a hand.
"I MUST FIRMLY REFUSE! First of all You have not done anything that would require me to use force and second of all I do not require any of this proof. Fine. You are an alien. I will agree to be complicit in your self delusion. Are you happy now?"

 

No~.

-She sets a hand on the arm of his chair.-

 

*He uses his teeth to tear a scab on one of his fingers, blood droplets floating up from the wound as if they were being pulled. A little bit of the blood on Acheta's cheek floats off to join it in a small swirling dance.*

See? Totally blood, totally legit. I wonder if--

*Mashing the blood together causes it to violently boil and then explode into a fine mist.*

So, do you have completely mechanical lines or is it mostly organic fluids? Because I could see maybe fighting back if-- Well, no. I dunno, I don't think I'd want to anyways but. Damn, the morality of potential alien invasions is a lot harder than Hollywood makes it seem.

Not a delusion, dead guy.

 

-a small mi wander is and looks up at the flying blood with interest-
Mi?

 

"Usually, yeah.", Oneira responds. Her symbol are two just-not-jade triangles, tips down, balanced atop each other. She has one horn which forms a similarily zig-zaggy shape. "For some it's more obvious than others. Mine here--", she knocks on her horn, "would be more obvious had I still both."

"The word's blood, ushorely.", she remarks.

"Also, if you would direct your attention upwards for a bit..."
Oneira has summoned a memory of the sky of her homeworld - a slightly purplish night sky, alien constellations, and two bright moons, one green, one purple.
"This is what the sky looked like where I was hatched, at least the night sky. You don't want to be outside during the day, unless you're a jade."