shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

[PIERCE]
youre not a very observant dickmobile are you

 

-Alchemist starts to disengage from the cuddles.-

 

[Mala shifts so Alchemist can leave if he wants, but makes no move to go join the familypile.]

 

-Ave reaches out to Kemst-
Y'know, sibling, there was someone here earlier.

 

...are you going to be okay?

 

...oh?

 

...maybe. 'Pends on the story and timeline you're talkin'.

 

Yes, and she asked to be left out of the discussion, Ave, leave be.

 

There is a pitiful lack of beautiful boys in this place. Almost constantly! Large metal creatures and those grey devils.

At least we're so graced as to have the presence of a giant green phallus, so we're not entirely damned. Yet.

 

[The chariot completely shatters. Mara's tentacles morph into large, smooth, feminine, sexy green legs, with which it begins scuttling away on. Think the monster at the end of Playdead's Inside.]
Knock it off, I need to get out of here before the robots stop cuddling and realize I tried to aid their God of Chaos by flinging deadly green fireballs at them!

 

Were I not dead and were my niece not so lacking in taste I'd have a statue of you commissioned. Not sure where to put it. The room seems a bit gauche. Maybe in a private bath? As a centerpiece, you know.

 

Well, now I'm interested, Mala. Was it Solus?

 

*Itch eyes those legs with a problematic gay smirk.*

 

Watch me.

 

-purrs, pounces up tp sit on a bit of plating.-

Hey, ´ppreciate th´help back there.

 

Oh, well, darn. I've gone and revealed that she is my niece and not my nephew. Alas.

I'm too honorable for my own good it seems.

 

ahem.

 

No. One of yours, but from which point in the timeline I have no idea.

...She did ask to speak to you, come to think of it, but she's not here right now anyway so we're not going to talk behind her back. Right, Ave?

 

oh gosh...'landeau, that creepy coat's back...

 

*Bastion dwoots happily*