shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Scratch is attempting to yank a struggling Itch out from under @Amalgamous Prime's limb.*

 

[juice increases the power of their pout. this is not a battle the genie can win]

 

*norm pouts more*

 

[the pouting intensifies yet again.

the force of the pout is sickening

sickeningly sweet]

 

*I N C R E A S E P O U T*

 

*Eventually she emerges with a 'thunk' and a screech.*

*Time to kick the ass of her knight in neon nylon.*

 

[the force of juice's pout increases even more. the sheer power of the pout creates a ripple in the fabric of the rave]

 

*norm is defeated*

 

*Itch promptly begins BEATING THE SHIT out of Scratch, in a lovely, dignified way that resembles a starving rat fighting for a scrap of donut.*

 

*He's muttering something about women never appreciating what you do for them, in-between ducking blows (and failing).*

 

So, I know there's a bit of an altercation going on, but I am a bit curious. Are you some sort of Qunari? Or, oh I suppose you might prefer Vashoth? There's so many names for the Qunari. Anyway, I'm getting a bit carried away I feel. I've never seen a Qunari with orange horns or, oh, what are those...Fins? Like on a fish! But on your faces. What are they there for anyway? They can't possibly be to swim. They're too small and they're on your faces anyhow!

 

little busy here!

 

I COULD TELL YOU...

IF YOU PAY ME!!!

 

Yes, I can see that. Perhaps when you get a bit unbusy then?

I'm afraid I already spent all my coppers on food, sorry. Also are you some manner of spirit capable of possessing buildings? Or maybe a spirit that is a building? Either way, I feel this would be the time Isabella might suggest that a swift kick to the, well, there would be in order. For the shake up. But I can't quite do that when you're a building.

 

I AM AN EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTION!

 

(look, cmon, itch, i savwed your life. least you can do is STOP TRYING TO BEAT ME INTO A PULP.)

 

I don't know about that. I've never seen a school that could speak. Unless we count the students as the school, maybe?

I'm going to have to ask that you stop. The copper is for the apples and anyway they're gone now!

 

FUCK APPLES

 

[it's too late

juice's pouting has now formed a stage i poutiness singularity]

 

I don't really think that's what the apples are for. And anyhow how would it even fit?