shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

"Caste systems are still absolute jetfuel, determined by blood color or alt-mode or any other method!"

[Oh look, he's remembered how to display holographic text instead of screaming himself out again.] I'm not killing people who disagree with me, Captain Nichrome. Just... possibly undermining the mission by being decidedly undiplomatic.

Not entirely, but it's a start! [The oil rain stops.]

 

-she gets drenched in summoned water-

 

(Oneira leans her crossbow on the counter. It's still tall enough to be seen, and makes Fedina's order.)
Here you go. I take coinage, weird trinkets, and I guess futures as well.

(Oneira mounts the crossbow on the counter, loads and aims)
What did I say about playing nice, you utter and complete waste of resources?

 

Have i recently mentioned how fond of you I am?

 

[Decidedly inorganic screeches of robot bird anger.]

Spoiler: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"People aren't objects no matter their caste you absolute glitched-out scrapheap!"

 

-shakes his head very slowly-
Oh, you've done it now.

 

(Aricia looks at the crossbow and finally, finally, pauses.)

....finE. sorrY.

(The apology is not really directed at troll Sloane. It's not really directed at anyone, actually. And the tone is very non-apologetic. But it's probably all they're going to get.)

 

Then apologize to the chair too. Youre not very bright are you?

Thanks.
*He does another five card spread and rolls the dice six times.*
Something uncertain is in your phuture but theres not much you can do but wait, perparing phor the worst but expecting the best will give you the most to hope phor, warm relationships are ahead, your lucky numbers are 63, 82, 93, 7, 2, 0, and 1.

 

It's totally survivable for squishies if you step on them just a little.

 

(Oneira grins)
Flattery will get you nowhere.

(Oneira snarls. This is a girl who was raised by wolves very big dogs.)
You gotta practice that a little, but if you ask nicely people might acquiesce. I'll keep my lookstubs on you.

Sounds accurate, all things considered. I'll keep them in mind.

 

(Troll Sloane is still clearly somewhat uncomfortable, but she finally speaks up. Albeit very quietly.)

um, please don'-/ s-/ep on her.
i know she's no-/ very nice but i don'-/ wan-/ her dead.

 

what, like right noW??

look, see, she's finE! so like, lay off mE.

 

Do you want to come over here so she won´t bother you?

 

(Skyfall drops from the sky, with a traveling mug in hand. She looks around.)
Did I like, miss something?

 

Does not want you dead is not the same as fine. Trust me.

 

"Fine is relative and I'll let her decide when she is. Lay off calling her an object and I'll lay off calling you a bigoted casteist slug."

 

And extremely offensive organic, namely the wet one. The bar´s still here.

 

And I repeat: If you step carefully the squishie can survive. But I'm ust making recommendations right now. None of my crew members have to follow orders in here.

 

i don'-/ -/hink i-/ will help much. she is....de-/ermined. she'd probably jus-/ follow me over -/here.

 

look, i said i was sorrY. what more do you wanT???