shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

vwill you BUTT OUT.

 

scratch. dont do that.

 

dont do vwhat, get this poor amnesiac up to speed vwith the state of the vworld?

 

youre feeding her lies.

 

(im not lying. im second in command. itch is incapacitated at the moment, vwhich makes it my gang.)

 

no

 

As far as I know, yes. But the same experience forged us into different things, because we were not the same types of raw material. Your Tori is close-mouthed like I am, but in a more defensive way. He dances, but his dance does not as readily lend itself to combat. He bent to fit the strictures of the Women's World whereas I did not. He wears dresses and seems to actually like it. For me, they got me to wear them for only a short few months. The rest of the time I dress as feminine as you do.

And your Tori -- I think I know what happened to him. In my world, I was the one who Father almost molested and then drove away. In yours, I think, Tori was the one in which Ganth saw the image of his beloved within, and I don't think he stopped himself.

 

That would certainly explain why he is so quiet about the matter. As well as his terror the night before he was driven away. We have no way of confirming that unless he speaks, though. It does seem likely given my father's behavior as I aged.

He certainly dances. Tori that is. Not father. Father yelled at horse corpses. I've had him dance for me at times. It seems to calm him somewhat and it's fascinating besides. Too much so at times, I've lost small chunks of memory and time during it once.

 

Of course, dearspark. [They grow again so they can coil protectively around Ave. Bitty will get all the hugs (and also a safe place to nap).]

 

i dont vwant it to be your gang. remember vwhen she almost ran off vwith that demon bitch? she put ME in charge. she trusts ME more than YOU.

*Slick clenches his fists. Can't take this guy's bullshit.*

 

i havwe no idea vwhats going on but TEAR THE BITCH APART!

 

the bitch is both of you. youre both bitches. tear each other apart.

man, i kinda dont evwen VWANT the context for this. this is hilarious.

 

ivwe got seniority.

your support is appreciated.

 

youre damn right you do, gramps. but im a hell of a lot tougher than you. and smarter.

 

*He stares down condescendingly at Slick and flicks his forehead.*

 

Grubcorn?
(Oneira offers a bowl)

 

*Itch takes a bite out of the bowl.*

 

dont eat that, itch.

 

*Itch eats that even HARDER.*

 

You lot always act like I'm in constant danger of keeling over due to self neglect. I wouldn't have made it to my age if I was that bad.
-she is smiling affectionately though. She knows medics always fuss. It's just part of their job.-

Remarkable. I wish you all the luck. If one is inclined to believe protoform tales and silly legends, it apparently helps to kill the personification of death when one aims to gain a nigh unrestricted lifespan.