shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Boo. Tetrahexian cocktails are boring, brother dearest, I'll go to Solus next time, she'll give me something nice.

[Whatever it is, Mala's not going to poke at it. They know better than to mess with one of Alchemist's experiments-in-progress.]

 

good for you, i dont have any.

 

*COUGH COUGH WHEEZE.* (COULDVWE FOOLED ME.)

 

[He leans way too close into Primus' personal space]
Why are you so mean, brother. Do you like watching me starve?

You would make a decent amuse-gueule. Unless you are smarter than that.

Children, Your Uncle can hear you. Bickering too much just delays the inevitable.

 

none at all?..even extremely rough stuff like severe pain and bodily harm..?

i'm a bit concerned...that you don't know how crazy this stuff can get...you've only mentioned bum fun so far...and if standard piv is vanilla...then that would make bum fun just chocolate...i think...

 

-doesn't budge, even when Unicron is way too close to his face- I told you how to get food here. Use that.

 

-He holds a bottle out to Unicron.-

Drink with me, Uncle?

 

no limits.

 

Oh no, I thought the conversation we were having on a battlefield was private! Woe! Horror! Can't blame a mech for wanting a little more firepower, right?

 

*Grumbling intensifies.*

 

The unmaking of all things is the only conclusion, brother. Don't be unnatural about this.
-he leans even closer-
Unless you would prefer we have another go? I meant to save you for last, the best things should be dessert after all.

-He is clearly unimpressed.-
I will consume you before even touching the bottle, Nephew.

 

so the robot can eat other robots but i cant eat a fucking grub.

 

Thought so.

-He chucks it at Unicron, breaking it and letting the nanobot contents seep into his Uncle and replicate and weave into him.-

 

No, we're kinda tryin'a stop him eating everything, that's rather the point--

Bar fight, brother dearest? [So many smiles, all of them wide and full of fangs.]

 

-stares back, unflinching- If we must. You will not devour anyone.

 

Oh, you'll want to hold onto those bottles.

 

Collectible? Never figured you for such a bookworm. [They eel around Alchemist, as large and spiky as they can make themself; are they looming or defending? ]

 

[He freezes momentarily but doesn't react further except for a brief bright glow seeping out of all his seams.]
How nice of you to provide a snack, Nephew.

[A giant wing flick to show off how unaffected he is by all this]

[a finger under Primus' chin forces the god to tilt his head up a little]
Your being convinced that if you just want something enough it will happen is what I hate the most. Just being stuck in my own body won't stop me. You cannot outrun me forever.

 

-Alchemist takes out an actual bottle of engex and sips, not looking at Unicron.-

 

-he may be leaning his chin against the finger a tiny bit-
I am not afraid of you, Uni'. And I'll stop you if I have to. Any way I can. Just like last time.
One day I... will persuade you to stop for good.