shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

[An iridescent curtain shimmering between bronze and a deep, optic-bending bluepurple drapes itself into an awning with no visible supports over the couch. Here, Tiny Anger Cousin, have a blanket fort.]

 

!!!

-She pops her head out.-

Did you do this? Thank you!

 

Yes. You're quite welcome, cousin, though really it's nothing you couldn't do here yourself with enough practice. [Kerfluffle over and done with, Onyx curls up with her head on her forepaws. The ground beneath her has gone a little more soft and comfortable for Optimal Loafing.]

 

Yeah, but I didn't think of it!

-She grins.-

You're not mad I'm in Unicron's court?

 

[Onyx hums, considering.]
I... did not think to look, and you can hardly be blamed for that. It does make sense that the Unmaker would gather his own army, knowing as he does now that Primus created us to fight him. The pendulum swings, as it always does. That you are the first Champion he's chosen since his imprisonment... well. [She flicks an ear.] You are fierce, I'll give you that. Wishing the river flowed another direction does not change its true course.

 

It's not that I want to fight you. I hope I don't have to.

 

i dont knowv any of you people, but if you see a sickly looking kid searching for me, tell him im not here.

 

[All six of Onyx's optics go golden for a moment; she shakes her head, blinking them back to normal.] Too far off for a useful reading, if indeed it ever comes to pass. We shall see. I am not particularly enamored of the idea either.

 

It's just... he's pretty lonely, isn't he? Maybe if he's less lonely and happier things can be better for everything. Yeah, the end of all things comes eventually, but it doesn't have to be... bad?

 

"You know if you hadn't called attention to your presence we could have done that without having to lie." Paz rolls her eyes. "I don't lie for strangers unless there's something in it for me. And I'm relatively sure you're not a terrorist or something."

 

yeah, vwhatevwer. just tell him im not here.

 

*For a sickly looking kid, he sure is fast and loud at crying.*

 

GREAT JO8, GUYS. STELLAR. NOWV HES CRYING.

 

You're the one who made him cry.

 

[A slow blink and a head-tilt.] The ending is neither good nor bad. It simply is.

 

you couldvwe prevwented it too.

 

*He launches his entire body at Slick's wall of a torso, still sobbing.*

(y-you LEFT and you didnt evwen SAY anything.)

 

*Loud groan.*

(i literally left for like, one second. i vwas gonna come back, honest.)

 

-tilts her head right back-

 

(but you didnt SAY THAT.)