shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I appreciate it. Really.

I know a demon could with sufficient motivation. You charmer. Though that boundless curiosity and tendency to stick your nose in the fire works even better to prove who you are, I think. Have you gotten stabbed yet?

 

Basically, @Primus is the god of robots. Robots used to reproduce with sparks in hotspots, that never went through anybody's body before being born and came out pretty much full grown. But Primus was like, "how about I change that?" 'cause he was upset about the robots getting in ridiculously long wars, and he made robots able to get pregnant and the robots that come out of those other robots' bodies are all babies.

 

[He blinks and tips his head to the side, frowning.]

I've seen weirder. Are you a survivor, or...? I'm really sorry, I don't recognize you, and my clan is... well. Yours? But also dead. Which is a bit of a uh. Well! If you are a survivor and you didn't know, I'm sorry to have to tell you like this. So, um.

...Sorry.

 

No, I have been on my best behavior between bouts of attempting to figure out how this place functions. What I have figured out thus far is that it is most likely not the Fade, but that is not to say that it is not within the Fade. I fear I may never learn the truth.

Thank you. So you're telling me that the metal-people now must deal with pregnancy? Somehow this manages to be the second best thing I've heard all day.

*Nope not going to interrupt that conversation, however he will shift his expression to one of understanding along with a very shallow bob of his head.*

 

Primus is making much better decisions these days, too.

 

Yeah, that is the gist of it. *grins* Glad it could amuse you.

Good for him.

 

Oh, I'm starting to think I've gotten lost. Maybe I should have been carrying a ball of yarn again. But that wouldn't do very good at all. I don't even know where I am, let alone where I am. Though I suppose it could help to not get more lost.

-DISTRESSED DALISH ELF IS LOST-

 

...
(She frowns, her brow wrinkling in confusion.) When did his.. when do you think this happened? (She ALSO looks at Dorian as if for confirmation that this isn't some bizarre Fade trick. Unfortunately, this Dorian might not recognize her.)

 

Essentially this, but after that we became involved and had a child together. He was very unhappy when he figured out he could carry just like the rest of us.

Mm, well, we do have birth control now, but yes, we did have rather an unexpected population boom.

 

Well that's very interesting isn't it. Why it's almost like a golem, but it's not as, well, lumpy? Or rocky? Whatever it is it's certainly not a golem, at least not one that I've seen.

...but that isn't helping with the being lost bit.

-further distress-

 

The elves have come it seems.

So you had a child with what was earlier implied to be your deity?

 

Oh good. So no poisonings either? Not even a duel? You'll be downright tame and soft-toothed at this rate. Is that a grey hair I see?

Though you are right that this isn't exactly the Fade. It is, but it isn't. It doesn't feel like the Fade at least. Can the Fade trick people into thinking it isn't the Fade?

A ball of yarn might help. Have we met before? You're a... First, yes?

I feel like I've seen you, but I'm beginning to think that the not-Fade makes me feel a lot of things that might not be true.

The... clan dying? It would be about five years ago, now. I made a mistake, and it cost them their lives.

Oh. Oh dear. You wouldn't happen to be the Inquisitor, would you?

 

Yes. Her name is Hippolyta and raising her was... quite tricky, much as I love her. It took her the longest time to get over the fact that I wouldn't allow her to have minions.

I'm given to understand that having children with gods is quite common in some Earth mythology. Hippolyta is divine because Primus carried her.

 

(She smiles faintly and waves with the other hand, which glows eerily green underneath the skin and throws off crackles of light.)

Sure am. But I was with Clan Lavellan just a couple of years ago -- that doesn't make any sense.

...

Oh, Maker, please don't tell me this is time travel again. Dorian? Is this time travel?

 

Well, yes, I've come but I don't exactly know where I've come to. And how do I know you haven't come here too? Though I suppose you must have.

Hmm. Hmmmmmm.

-examines this dalish carefully. just in case we do know them and it's slipped our mind....but no luck-

No, I can't say I know you at all. Though you're certainly Dalish by the looks of you!

-purses lips and looks down. she fiddles with her hands. the next question was innocuous but. well...not the most comfortable subject-

As for being a First. I am a First. Or, rather, was a First...Not that it really matters now. There's no clan for me to be or not be First too anymore...

 

Have all the Clans disappeared in the future? (Berit looks a little alarmed.)

 

[Unable to help himself, he starts laughing, turning his head away and hiding his mouth with his only hand.]

I'm sorry! I don't mean, to laugh, it's just- [More giggles. Maybe slightly hysterical giggles.]

So was I!

[He manages to sober himself up a little, and rubs at his face.]

Ah, well. We'd be in the same boat then. I was a First too, and now there's not a clan for me to First too either. I suppose that's a bit like being friends then, isn't it? Which clan, if it isn't too painful to ask?

 

Can you believe it? Letting a terrible no-good Magister like myself just prance about in this non-linear space as if I owned the place, down right irresponsible of them! *Ignores that grey hair comment. Pick your battles, Dorian*

Well, I'm not quite sure. I have seen demons being openly demons but not like any demon I've seen before.

I would have no idea what it is like to raise a child, and am glad to not need to know. I've made it through life assuming that they're all like that.

I can tell you this: It is not the time travel, no, but this is also not the Fade. Sort-of... We, Helios and I, were just talking about that.

I went down for a bit of a nap, it has been happening recently. Annoying because I can never remember a thing about what happens when I wake up, but I remember everything while I'm here.

 

Valiska holds Itch up in the air and looks straight into her eyes.

"We do not hurt little children," she says through her fangs, and puts Itch down.

 

...What? (She takes a deep breath.) Please, could you explain?

So, you know him too.. I certainly believe you. Well. I. (she clears her throat and laughs a little.) Dorian, you shameless flirt, I can't believe you bagged a bona fide Inquisitor.