shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Fair enough. [She shrugs.]

 

-Iridium bows to Onyx-

Greetings, Prime.

 

...greetings, little one. [She ruffles her wings a little uncomfortably; honor from one of, theoretically, her own is one thing, but Iridium's no beastformer.] That's... really not necessary.

 

Aw c'mon Onxai don't be doing the 'sirs' you know I hate that. How've you been, anyway?
...are half of you guys seriously gone? Man, i really fragged up on that whole thing. -drags hands down his face and sticks his tongue out-

 

Don't hate. Am cautious.
Primus continues saying things upsetting Refractor, though.

>:c

Your Eternity... Refractor insists on disagreeing.
...Sorry.

 

Ah.... is it not? Sorry.

 

Well, fine! I won't say it if you're not comfortable with hearing it. But we can still be friends, right?

 

If you tell me what they are, I'll stop? I've got enough mechs out there hating me, I don't want to add another one. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

 

You're our commander, not just our creator. If you didn't want soldiers, you shouldn't have made soldiers.

...I'm... alright. Better than some. A bit peeved at what happened on my day out, but, well, that's what happens when you trust the Titan to remember details.

Nexus, Prima, Megatronus, Optimus, possibly Micronus, and who knows what happened after everyone split... Best-case scenario we're down to ten, if the reincarnation decides to play along.

...I will respect that, little brother; we shall simply have to disagree.

Ceremony for the purpose of boosting morale is one thing, but you're certainly not part of my tribe and veneration from others is...

...I mean. I won't stop you if it makes you feel better, but I'm not about to demand anyone bow to me.

 

I greeted you that way because I wanted to. Sorry.

 

Yes. Definitely friends.

Sorry. Refractor... not sure how to be... Proper, a lot.
Existence of The Thirteen: High probability. Respectful Behavior considered appropriate.
Existance of Maker Of Sparks, Carrier Of All, Planet Bearer: More dubious. Many frauds. Identity abused to warrant mistreatment too often. Caution advised.

 

-snort- Well then what is bein a diety even good fer? Do ya at least get free engex?

 

-She beams at him.-

 

Fuck that noise, I, for one, would like to kill YHVH!

 

[He kneels, bowing his head. His wings are tilted to signal regret.]
This bug wishes he could be better.

 

Onxai, I've pretty much found out that my command style's not worth a scraplet's aft and I fragged everything up by throwin' a hissyfit and goin' to the basement and not paying attention. I'm not worth a 'sir'.
...I'm glad you're okay, though. -pats her shoulder briefly-

Uuugh. That whole reincarnation thing. Somethin's telling me I needta go have a chat with that reincarnation anyway...

...Well, I mean, sure? That don't bother me, makes sense. I'm not gonna pretend not to be myself, though? Life Support says I don't have to do that just to make other people happy...

 

Acknowledged.
... Sir?
... What is appropriate address...?

 

...that's fine. Just seen too many do it because they think they have to.

Not a deity, as our brother's already said. Just a soldier big and adaptable enough to survive a good long while.

[Onyx sinks through her knees as well, wings sweeping forward protectively.]

And this old lady wishes she could help, if help would even be accepted.

Sorry, atta, you're stuck as "Prime of Primes" 'til the end of time, I didn't make the rules. [She grins, pressing up into the contact.]

...and yeah, you should.

Who?

 

...Just Primus is cool? 'Smy name, after all.

 

-pads over to Reffy, but refrains from touching- D´ya want me ta find Cap´tn Nichrome?