shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

-lights up-

So it is related!

 

<Oh! Thank you! Being made of hope sounds nice!!!> [He pauses, wings tilting down; his smile goes a bit fixed.] <I don't... think that can be me, though, at least not yet. I don't change much of anything besides paint!!>

[Whisper perks up a little, cheered by the twins' fun.]

 

I was asking about the fluffy vanilla stuff, not for profound wisdom. *sighs*

... pull it out of wigglers?

 

It is harvested from grubs that you farm then? Fascinating. How is it gathered exactly?

 

Pssst, Jame, wigglers are like... toddlers.

 

yeah, cause they got more of it. mostly, anyvways!! i got a fucking RIDICULOUS amount for someone my age.

not grubs, preteens!

 

You also put up with way too much Curls :T

[Ven pauses, and then his disgruntled face becomes a shit-eating grin; he leans forward to tug on one of Whisper's wingtips.] Beautiful cinnamon jet too kind, too pure for this world!

 

I am confused now. Are they toddlers or preteens? And you're harvesting your young for fuel?

-that jusy aint manda approved behavior-

 

That's fucked up.

 

Sorry about that!

-perches on a shoulder-

 

prematurely triggering crisis of aspect and collecting the resulting hope discharge.

either that or soaking up the remnants from those vwho vwent through it naturally.

 

That's alright! Cuz it's a journey, you see? Like I'm supposed to know how things will play out and how to guide our session to the right outcome, but there's still so much I need to learn before that!
Dunno about the Maid of Hope part, though, you seem a bit more Knight-ly to me! Like Moss!

(Ilma stares at him blankly.)
Not profound wisdom. Fairy wisdom.
Or more like, fairy knowledge.
(Ilma might look like a fairy in some dimensions, but she isn't. Mun warning: Ilma will flip her shit if you accuse her of not being a fairy.)

 

Fairies aren't all that wise, kid.

 

Which sounds suspiciously like torture. Though perhaps I am jumping to conclusions based off what little I know about these "aspects".

 

"Pretty much!" Valiska takes tea and a nut bar. "Thank you! This is Ford from Dimension S-411 whom I met on a dreamwalk, and this is his husband, Wilhelm, who ... is a Bill who's become somewhat human and isn't an asshole. I know. I watched them for a little while before I started speaking to them, long enough to ascertain that Ford did not actually need rescuing."

"Oh, she's going to be rather too busy, choking on her own blood as she loses control over all her abusive, unequal relations in the Fleet." Valiska smiles wickedly. "Bitch threatened my family."

 

oh, the first one is definitely torture.

 

"And...the thing is...we'd have been perfectly happy to leave her be if she'd stayed in her own space. But she decided she had to come into mine."

 

Torture is such a strong vword.

 

<Oh!!!! Maybe, then!!!! I could never be a knight, though, fighting is much too...

...Well, it's just never been my strong suit!!!! c:> [Despite the smiley, he looks a little bit distressed at the thought. Or maybe the ongoing discussion of harvesting something from children, even though he's doing his best to ignore that.] <What other roles are there, if you don't mind me asking?>

 

[He climbs onto that same shoulder, HMA luckily fairly light (HAH!) and obnoxiously cuddles into Libby]
Heeeeey~