shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I have no idea but it can't harm to try.
I'm pretty sure about that anyway.
-she looks to @the author speaks briefly for answers-

 

*Itch has rediscovered that insects are edible. She may not have any memories, but she's got a mouth full of beetles.*

 

Mmmmmh. Sure, that's a start. [How do disagree with the smol without discouraging them?] Words don't fix everything, but...

 

Arha Ford, Ma'Vali, this is the point where you don't argue and explain, but simply smile mysteriously, and answer "shenanigans". Missed the opportunity this time, but another one will probably crop up somewhen in the future.

 

"Do what I do: fix things by accident / fate and then sit dazed in the wreckage. It seems to work."

 

so im a role model now

awesome

 

I suppose I can only be thankful my Jame doesn't get up to such shenanigans. Unfortunately I seem to be the trouble maker of us to make up for it.

 

You should also talk things out so you don't upset eachother again. >:c
-spoken with the firm authority of a tiny one who is trying to solve a playground dispute.-

 

"If recharging is like sleeping, there's nothing wrong with having a dream about sleeping." Ford smiles. "Valiska does it all the time."

 

That's because you're me even if you wear the name Torisen.

Are you any good with a sword?

 

Valiska shrugs. "They're too busy arguing with each other right now to argue with us," she says, and yawns against Sev's chest, as if to prove Ford's point. It's a big feline yawn for the ages.

 

...

-grows quite tense-

I'll be the first to admit I'm not the best at these matters but it seems that I've been found out. Which would beg the question of how long you have known. I feel that my lie would more than cancel out your own however, assuming there was one.

Your question? I can, though I don't like it much. Still my father made sure a sword was put in my hand and that I knew how to use the thing if I were to be my then seemingly non-existent brother's replacement. As did Ardeth after him. I prefer hand-to-hand combat though. There's something more natural about it.

 

[They chuckle. It's been a while since they dealt with sparklings, but Ave's determination is so endearing.] Yes, my Prime, it shall be done. Still won't fix everything, mind, but talking...

...well. We can try, hey?

 

Sorry! I knew instantly but felt you must have reasons.

As for swords, you can keep them. So far I have mostly endangered my instructors with them. I hear swords flying out of open windows kept people in the courtyard of Old Tentir on their toes.

 

Political reasons and habit, mostly. It just wouldn't be good for the other lords to learn that their supposed Highlord Torisen was really Ganth's crossdressing daughter. God's claws, it would be weird to simply be "Jame" again to everyone. Only Tori calls me that now and even then only in private. And it'd been years since I had seen him at that. I didn't even know he was still alive.

Also it's somewhat comforting to hear someone finds swords more awkward than I. Even if that person is myself.

 

-thankful nod-
You hear that Geargrind? Nothing to worry about.
-gently headpats the stoned spider-

 

Yep!
... I'm a prime? :o

 

Ford smiles. "Especially not if you're stoned," he says. He raises an eyebrow, but decides that he doesn't trust the Clown enough to eat anything 'chocolate'. He also remembers how very different 2012 weed was from 1982 weed and does not think he wants to know what Omega Weed is like.

 

-whispers-
Slag like this is why I brew my own engex. And would cook up my own boosters if I was so inclined.
[luckily sodium tablets are not actually a gateway drug to circuit boosters no matter what Chase-Off claims.]

 

Okay!!! I'm gonna... Do that, then.
-a recharge berth appropriately sized appears next to him. He rolls into it and is out like a light-