shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Are you sure?

Hello Whisperwind.

 

A very large cat robot pads over and investigates her.- I think Mina m et ya some time ago, ya seem kinda familiar.

 

... Point taken.

 

Hello! [The text is pale cyan right now.] I'm not here for very long, I think, but--! Look how precious--!!

 

(The Judge slinks into the dream, and hops onto Spirit-Touched's shoulder.)

 

We believe he is a little too armored to quite count as a traditional armadillo. The plating hasn't all come in yet, but his form seems to take more archaic routes.

You will purge your tanks.

Have you experience with this kind of tantrum?

 

Yyyyyes but I'm. Not really the best at discipline. Lots of cuddles and rest, mainly.

 

vwill not!

 

Mhhhhhhh :I

YES!

[The small ball finally unfolds in a complicated sequence and an almost cherubian, compactly built and heavily armored sparkling squirms out of Unicron's arms. He is apparently too busy with bumbling over to @Whisperwind of Obex to remember his tummy ache right now.]
HI! WHO ARE YOU?

 

[worried] But he´s hurting.

[giggle]

 

Either way, congratulations. And, who cares about tradition.

 

I know... knew? A Mina. I don't recall you, though. A new shape?

Ah, another familiar face. -she pets him thoroughly, making sure to scritch behind his ears, though a little cautiously- Please forgive me for hoping you don't come with company. It's a little soon.

 

Thank you, though mine wasn't the difficult part. I will pass it on however.

 

Sorta. See, there´s two a me now. Me, Sawbones, an Mina whats the jägermonster. We don´t about each other anywhere else.

 

Thank you!! =]

You worried more than I did!!

 

I worry about many things, constantly. This hardly required more effort on my part.
[Unicron smiles, almost shyly.]

 

Esteemed effleusée-d'âme, yours truly is not a dog that can be watched. I go wherever I please and none shall be the wiser.
(The Judge leans into the pettings)

 

-Jetski snorts and goes over to give him a sweet kiss-

 

-Unicron leans into the kiss, smiling more now.-
Did you see where our little one got all that candy?

 

(Apostasia nods at Jetski, and says nothing further. Good gossips listen more than they speak.)

(The contraption on her lap has started shifting, and she swats a... tendril? Something. and continues working on it.)