shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

My hero.

-She offers him a rust stick, bopping his nose with it.-

 

Aw, now I'm sad. You have broken my heart

Blood magic? That sounds gross. No, it is more-- Technology? Computers. Machines that think with electricity, I can read what they think and change it.

Yes and no? I cannot do anything to the nameless elf over there.

 

...I mean, didn't say you couldn't try.

 

Ah, interesting. That's never been my particular kink, but I hope you have fun.

 

[He smiles.]

I do try. How's the drink? You can give engex the most unusual flavors here.

 

I can, see! -the mi runs over to Helios and tries to slide tendrils into him-

 

It can be. Most often, it's evil. If the machines think, isn't it the same as breaking into the head of a person and changing how they think?

And my name is Heliose Lavellen. Apologies for not giving it to you sooner.

Absolutely not. [He casts a barrier around himself, then force blasts the mi across the spr for good measure.]

 

Miiiii! -picks itself up and shakes itself, hisses at him-

 

-She sips it.-

...what even is this flavor?

 

I suppose, the most I do with omnics is-- How to put this, I will put messages or take information. I rarely change who they are. There are other machines that do not think, per say, not unless they are told.

What an interesting name! I think I have heard 'Lavellen' before...

 

Mi, stop that! Ask first.

Sorry about that. They don´t understans boundaries very well.

 

Given her statements of what hacking is in combination with your existence as a being of the Fade, I have absolutely no intention of letting you 'mi' me, thank you.

 

I have no idea. Indescribable, isn't it?

[He sips his drink as well, then thoughtfully drops a goo candy in it and watches it fizz.]

 

Uh, that's one way to put it.

-She looks at it a bit suspiciously.-

You're trying to distract me, lovely.

 

There's another Lavellan in here from an alternate branch of our reality. She's quite nice, you might have met her before. I can't say that hacking sounds any better still, but I suppose it isn't just wiping the minds of those who can't resist.

As long as they don't try it again, we have no quarrel.

 

Perish the thought. Would I do that?

[The fizzing starts turning different colors. He watches it with bemusement before taking a sip anyways.]

 

Oh, Burlesque, be careful that doesn't end up being a circuit upper.

-She summons her own cup of engex carefully.-

 

I don't think it will. Will it? It will certainly be a lesson, but not particularly one that I'd like to learn.

[He sips again, and shakes his head.]

 

At some times, there is no choice. Hacking ethics are thus: leave no trace, do no undue harm, and hack only those that you must.

Ah! I remember, there is a mythical creature called a Lavellan in Europe I think.

 

...Really. What sort of mythical creature?