shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-Feresa wanders in, still a little damp and hair and ragged sundress absolutely crusted with weeks worth of salt buildup. She's braiding what looks like a ring into a lock of her hair.-

 

-0 What.
-0 That's.
-0 ...

[He sighs, and he falls into pointed silence.]

-0 Interesting trinket.
-0 Is there a story behind it?

 

-Her eyes flick over to him. Hmm. Someone else. A lot of someone elses. She freezes for a moment, deciding what to do and what to say. Bother, bother, people always fussed.-

No.

 

On both ends, yes. In the case of my own, still much preferable to leaving helpless protos to die.

 

.oO Oh, don't worry, all it needs to do is keep me right where I am. Oo.

-Mehndi pissily tugs herself free and ducks away from Lacuna, scowling.-

.oO No one's required to listen to a wiggler, unfortunately for you. You'll become my natural superior when you molt and learn to act like it. Until then, well- you're practically just a lowblood with fins, aren't you? With politics like yours. I'm under no obligation to bow to someone who doesn't respect the natural order himself. Oo.

-She smiles, and it's no more pleasant than Valiska's own.-

.oO Bleed as purple as you want, alien, you're still just another lifeform to be subjugated by my race. Oo.

 

-Chiroh pops into existence just in time to hear Mehndi's spiel. An increasingly nasty smile works it's way across her face before she waltzes forward and drapes herself over Mehndi. The 'oh shit' is very much visible on the blueblood's face, only getting more and more 'oh shit'-y with every word that comes out of Chiroh's little asshole mouth.-

wIIw mehndi mehndi mehndi mehndi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wIIw
wIIw We see You’ve made Yourself even more dear to this fine crowd of freaks and lowbies than We ever have!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! shame on You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wIIw
wIIw so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wIIw
wIIw when were You planning on telling these fine people about that oliveblood slave You fucked off from the empire over???????????????????????????????????????????? wIIw
wIIw before or after You finished talking about how great and glorious Our fine hemospectrum is???????????????????????????????????????????? wIIw
wIIw remember Our mutual boss, mehndi??????????????????????????????? the teal??????????????????????????? wIIw
wIIw remember how She saved You and loverboys’ collective asses?????????????????????????????????? wIIw
wIIw remember how You’re clade to a bunch of jailbroken helms, mehndi??????????????????????????????????? remember that???????????????????????? wIIw

wIIw weird!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's not at all what You said to the last alien You saw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know, the one You brought hive for a one day stand???????????????????????????????????????? wIIw

 

[Ilbodo is about to respond to Mendhi, but shock replaces the look of faux-condescension and then falls to incredulous delight as Chiroh lays into her. He covers his mouth with his hand to hide the spreading grin.]

-0 Oh good Lords.
-0 Oh good Lords.

 

-0 Well. It's very nice.

 

It's mine.

 

Why is she yelling?

 

wIIw because it's screechy and obnoxious and We are- wIIw

-Chiroh pauses to scootch closer to Mehndi's face and increases her volume.-

wIIw RIGHT IN HER AURICULAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wIIw

 

Yes. Very obnoxious. Will pay to reconsider yelling tactic.

 

[He muffles his laughter in the back of his hand until he composes himself enough to speak.]

-0 Oh no, please, this is art.
-0 An oliveblood slave, you say?

 

wIIw He's Her moirail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wIIw
wIIw and more importantly one rung too highblooded for an indigo to own!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wIIw

 

"A wiggler fight ring. This is a thing that exists?"

Valiska is so far beyond appalled that she is just tired. Holy fuck she is going to enjoy defeating this sad excuse for an Empire.

"Just don't even talk to my kids. About anything."

 

"I'm not mad, at least not at you," Ford says with a shrug. "But you know how it is. Kids learn a lot more from experience than words. So far, these kids have learned to trust us, but they don't have much reason to believe in the inherent goodness of pretty much anyone. Slowly but surely. Ad astra ad aspera. And so on."

 

o) crikey! what's wrong with a little sport? (o

 

[He makes a disgusted noise before collapsing back into sniggering. It's so terrible. It's so funny.]

-0 Not every aspect is technically legal.
-0 The technicalities tend to be irrelevant.

 

o) the violet bastard's right! all you need is a friend in a high place and you and your ankle biters are aces! (o

 

"That's never going to happen," Valiska says very quietly. "I don't know what we are going to do with you when you attempt it, but you can be sure we will do whatever we have to do."

She smiles. "I have seen enough to think that even Beijada Station will agree to stand against you, because as much as they love death they despise slavery."