shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Then you're not horrible.

 

i dont like the implications here!

 

...what if I still want to sometimes, though?

 

Wanting things isn't evil. Thinking things isn't evil. Doing things can be evil, but it's still situational. If everyone was evil for wanting things, there'd be a lot more evil people around.

You are horrible. I don't know why this surprises you.

 

Wantin' ain't doin'. We don't got the thought police no more.

 

thats fair!

 

...well... well, you make sense, but I still feel evil.

 

(Apostasia smiles, thankful)
'S called Rockbay Port Water. Started as an accident. Didn't think the springfloods would come that high, heh. Lots of minerals though. Want some?

Can't change it now anyways but... (Apostasia sighs) Good to know, I guess?
Corrosive, more like. Diluted it makes for a real good deep cleaner, more concentrated it's corrosive and frags up energon by bumping up the viscosity. Lemme demonstrate.
(She pulls one of her switchblades from her furcloak, and throws it against a metal wall that she thought up. The blade goes in like there was no resistance, and the edge of where it pierced the metal is slowly discolouring. Checking it will reveal brittleness.)
The blade's fibreglass, by the way. Not as good as decent metal in a lotta ways, but first thing I found I can pull this stunt with.

(Apostasia inclines her head)
My condolences.

 

Because people hurt you. But that doesn't me you are, sweetspark.

 

...I think I said something kind of shitty to Unicron.

 

Feelin' ain't doin', either, an' bad feelin's are hard t'shake.

 

-a wildCatte appears and loafs between Onyx and CC-

 

Probably. Whenever he decides to talk to you again, you can apologize if you still feel that way.

[He waves a hand somewhat dismissively. Gods. Who needs 'em?]

 

-She hugs him.-

 

[He hugs her back, and sits down to cuddle her properly.]

 

If you're willing to share. [She extricates herself from the cuddlepile and joins Apostasia at the bar of questionable size, flipping back to root as she goes. Stools are for people with only two legs, but hands and a mobile face are nice for conversation.]

[Moving things take priority over booze; she trots over to the wall to inspect the damage, careful not to touch.] Impressive! And you produce this naturally? Do you need to consume any extra compounds?

[Onyx flicks her wings, settling and resetting them against her back, and returns to the bar.] It was a clean death, which is more than can be said of some.

[Onyx hums, nodding greeting to the cattedaughter.]

 

Anyone else really need a drink?

 

...I said something shitty to Cloudcrusher, too.

 

(Apostasia's voice and expression turn dry.)
No, I asked just to rescind the offer the second you stand up.
(Apostasia summons up a tankard for Onyx)

Got everything from plain energon is the sweet deal of this. Yeah, natural production. Good for defense and getting cash. (Apostasia grins)

(Apostasia raises her tankard as toast to fallen Chela.)

(Apostasia grins)
Come sit with us, we got booze. Tankard or dish?

 

-streeeches, pads over- Dish, I can´t be fragged to hands.