shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

did you miss the part vwhere i can showv you things that no biological human could possibly havwe or fake? ivwe got vwings, chief.

 

He backs away into the far corner of the chair, looking honestly quite alarmed.
"Would you please kindly leave me be, Miss? I assure you there is nothing good that will come from this."

"Quite the charming magic trick, good Sir, now would you kindly help me get her off, it's quite cramped in this corner..."

He rolls his eyes.
"Yes sure your clockwork operated articulate wings are real and have grown from your very own life form quite alright. I don't require a demonstration if it's anything like this."

 

Pray tell, Simon dearest, why I always do find you cornered by salacious women?

 

Excuse me~?

 

*hums the x files theme*

 

Oh, cool! I haven't picked a sigil yet, we were gonna wait 'til my kibble came in and now it looks like that's prolly not gonna happen? Oneira's is cool though, I like the points!

[Bit looks up at the sky, grinning, starstruck.] Awesome. What's wrong with the sun? Or is it a daytime wildlife problem?

 

*Marcus crouches down and pets it with the uncut hand, though that mostly involves using the only two fingers he has left on it.*

Cool, huh?

 

Do please unhand my husband. And put some clothes on.

 

He gasps, actually somewhat shocked to see his wife. It only takes him a mere few seconds before he is out of his chair, past Acheta and clinging to Theresa quite improperly, dampening the front of her dress with the water still dripping off of him.
"My deepest apologies, Mistress of my heart. That you have seen me this way...! Words cannot describe how much I regret having been seperated from you beloved Theresa."

 

hehe, soz, it tickle or smth??
yea most times u hear abt "psi" it's the sparky kind
we get wired up 2 ships and power em
or we turn in2 ships?? it depends who u ask

-He looks a little closer at her foot. He's always found that the most difficult part to build.-

this isn't as shocky as i get!!
can i ask abt the shapeshifting?? i think im seein extra things but ur just so
different!!
i can't tell all of what im feelin

 

I've got clothes on~!
-She wipes the blood off her cheek.-

 

-rocks a little on her toes from the force of his hug, patting him on the back; if you look carefully you can see she's clinging almost as much.
I do not recall allowing you permission to die, Master Simon Schuyler.

 

"It was quite the accident, my love. I hit my head on the way down. Are you doing well? How is the little one?"
He pulls back just briefly, taking a deep breathe so as to hold back sobs.
"... Please don't be mad, Mistress, but I hope Samael escaped your wrath so far?"

 

"You guys get to choose your signs?", Oneira's eyes go wide. "That's... that's cool, actshorely. Ours are determined by horn shape, hatch date, blood colour, and such."
"It's a bit of both, actshorely. Daytime's when the shadowdroppers - undead trolls, animated either by fungi or a psionic with a necrourgy affinity, and are really, really difficult to kill. The other thing is, well..." Oneira brushes the wild fringe and bangs from one side of her face, revealing gnarled, black-green scar tissue. "That's a sunburn, after half an hour. The Alternian sun is brutal. Trolls are naturally nocturnal due to this, but I'm near the polar circle, so we kind of got a half-a-sweep-day, half-a-sweep-night kind of thing."

 

Mm... buzzes more, I think. Vibration. Drillbits and earth-shaking and... and locusts. [She laughs quietly, visor going bright at some private joke.]

Going to guess "turn into ships" doesn't imply alts, given previous confusion? Certainly willing to answer what I can, though a medic could likely give better information.

 

-spares her half a glance- Hardly sufficient for a child of your age.

I warned you about carelessness, and now you are- here, wherever here may be. -she gives the space a glance that indicates it does not live up to her standards-
Nephele is... well. Restless. And... yes, your brother is safe. If only for Sophia's sake. She would never forgive me.

 

I'm from a different society~.

 

-Ilbodo steps to stand behind Acheta, arms still crossed, and glowers at this rude alien.-

 

Mi! -the mi tries to bat at the drop- How you do that?

 

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