shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Mm.
-he turns his attention away from her and declines to comment-

 

I Assume If Another Grub Was Summoned To feed This One It Would Also Be Rescued. And While I Think The Robot Brat Would Probably Be Glad To Have More Accidental Children To Command, I Also Dont Particularly Want To Turn This Dump Into A Nightcare.
Especially Because Alternia Style Nightcares Are Painted With The Blood Of The Weak.

 

she i̝̦͍͓͂ͩ̓̈ͤ͝ș͕̎̆́̉̒ an actual funny joke if you ask me

 

howv about, and heres a crazy thought, vwe dont rescue the cullbait.

 

Hey!!

 

How About, And Heres A Crazy Thought, You Locate The Nearest Volcano And Take A Good Long Swim In Lava.

 

youre disrupting its natural upbringing.

 

what do you have against disrupting things

 

"Fuck the Prime Directive." Ford gets up and walks over in the direction of the grub, wondering where its lusus went.

 

-she nods to him- Good thing I not beholden ta any Prime then isn´t it? -she indicates the steak and tin of insects- We got food for whenever lil bit wakes up.

 

(the prime directivwe is interfere as much as possible to ensure happiness and healthiness.)

 

*There is now a sticky little head and shoulders hanging from the bottom of the cocoon and struggling their very hardest to get out. It's slow going.*

 

Yesss! You can do it!
-They much a few more ruststick pieces, excitedly cheering the little troll on-

 

Ford grins at her. He likes cats. And cattes. Speaking of which, he notices that Valiska's come up to watch, too, and is pleased when she lets him pick her up and sit her on his shoulders.

 

vwhy doesnt someone just kick it dowvn and cut it open! thatd be vway faster and less boring.

 

That might damage the little one, which isn't something most of us want! :C

[Whisper settles near the cocoon, ready to catch the newly-pupated kiddo if they should fall.]

 

*The teal grub wiggler finally struggles their way out and plops into the rave, bare-ass naked.*

*The first thing they do is blep.*

 

-Ave immediately shuffles closer carefully-
Hi there! How're you?

 

[His wings flutter, a little anxious and a little charmed; when the grub appears unharmed, the fluttering takes a decidedly cheerful tilt. His text shades bright spark-cyan.]

Hello, dearspark! Welcome back!

 

-Sawbones pads up to give them a closer look. They seem healthy? Two arms and two legs and a head, just like the other trolls. Horns and grey skin are also present. Sawbones shoves the food in their general direction-