shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Then why don't you try to not sound so damn creepy. It sounds more to me like you're a creepy old man trying to maintain plausible deniability.

 

i poked it with my foot but nothing happened

 

"I could consider that suggestion, or perhaps I could act as a proper lordan. Bowing to the suggestions of those not of us is something my brother would do, not I.

And anyway, I was spared the horrors of growing old and fat. I was hardly a boy when I was struck down."

...the coat is confused and vaguely irritated about this. But mostly confused. So confused.

 

thats a myth.

 

i think thats the point

 

...

 

the POINT is that it isnt true.

 

The coat is inching towards this human Cronus. It is a very lovely coat. Surely the sort of tacky decadence that an Ampora would just adore. Right?

 

*Oh, wow, would you look at that. A fancy apparently abandoned coat.*

*Finders, keepers. He glances to the sides to make sure no one's going to come kick his ass for stealing claiming it, before leaning down to pick it up.*

 

And just like the soulscapes of Cronus and the coat come into contact. Cronus can see an image of the high life. A man dressed in clothes far too fancy to exist drinking wine that is just the same. There is a woman with him, also drunk. She is giggling and clinging to him as he tells her of a trick he played on his brother. Oh, you should have seen Gangrene's face when father saw him. Put the fear of our God in him it did!

The coat meanwhile is frowning a tad at what he has come into contact with. It can be used though, he supposes.

 

*He lets out a low whistle. It's unclear which one of the two he is whistling at.*

 

AND THAT SORT OF LIFE CAN BE YOURS WITH THREE EASY INSTALLMENTS OF put me on now you disgusting waste of life IN THE NEXT FIFTEEN MINUTES.

 

Why is anyone in fear of the lowly poltergeist? They are the weakest of the Evil Spirits.

 

what was that little comment?

 

i bet i could crush it vwith my littlest clawv.

 

"Evil? Weak? Excuse me, but I am the former lordan of the Knorths and current confidant to the Highlord of the Kencyrath."

"Hmm? What? Oh, I'm sure it was nothing. Tell me, what sort of drinks are you into. We just need to talk about our tastes in liquor. I'm sure I could direct you in the way of something particularly good."

...the coat knows and fears what claws can do to it. That horrid cat saw to that. oh no.

 

im nineteen.

 

"Ah. You are human right? So you've already hit adulthood. Does your kind restrict such pleasures even after you come of age?", the coat asks before snorting derisively. God knew humans were stupid enough before but this is just madness.

 

Which one? There have been at least two Kencyrath Highlords here.

 

"Two? Hmph. One is surely an imposter. I speak of course of the Knorth Torisen, lord of my house and my dear 'nephew'."