shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Everyone? I only ask you to, and you're the only one who can keep up besides.

 

-tries to appear quietly and sneakily, is foiled by size-

 

Talking to you.

 

*Somehow, she swallows the thing.*

*Bloody triumphant grin.*

 

[He raises what somehow seems to be a very bushy eyebrow despite Vector being yet another giant robot.] I'm not food, you know. Or, well, I could be, but I'd rather not right now.

[He jets a plume of steam in Onyx's direction, chuckling.] When it's important I will, but for lecturing on the nature of multiversal space-time? Pffffffft.

 

-She claps a hand over her mouth, falling onto her butt. It feels like she just tried to nibble on a star.-

 

Hello there! Haven't seen you from this angle in a while, how are you?

 

Hello! Nice seeing you outside me!

 

I exist! This place is nice! There are a lot of very small things here to talk to!

 

Oh, they're only small from a certain perspective-- you could be their size if you wanted to, and none the worse for it! But yes, there are a good many people here, aren't there?

 

I don´t know, they really are awfully small [indicates the nearest mi] They´re all very interesting though. Some aren´t from me!

 

Most of them aren't from you, silly!

 

You...

YOU BURNED MY TONGUE!

 

Did I? That's what happens when you put highly specialized multiversal singularities in your mouth, you know, it's quite a bit to take in all at once...

 

That's not fair! I wasn't doing anything BAD!

 

We were all angry once, when we claimed our power and our home. But they were content with only that- the depths where no other god dared and no human could reach us. Greengrower found it poetic I suppose, unwanted lands for the unwanted. But Those Above are the orchestrators. Their Constructs shape our world like clay and even as gods we cannot reach outside the parameters they have set. Humans are unable to build, grow, invent. Mortal or spirit we can see the heavens but never reach them. I can draw power from the night moon and the day moon when waning but only because of the association of my [flock/pod, though 'children' would not be inaccurate]. It is only through this place's nature that I can come here at all. The freedom only makes my chains heavier.

-the jewelry she wears instead of clothes has changed to match, delicate gold cords becoming more chainlike, resting heavy at her throat and wrists with set amethysts instead of locks-

My siblings say "it is Your aspect that weighs on you. Becoming Destruction has driven You to Destroy." But I remember old anger they have forgotten. That we ever had to fight to survive, that we had to choose apotheosis to protect our own! We have fought the symptom but not the cause!

I am not Destruction for Destruction's sake. I am the fever that burns away illness. I am whale fall that feeds life. I am the End that clears way for Beginnings. And I have been the one to protect our home from the Endless Hunger -if that name could be written in vantablack it would be- while Ash-and-Coal, Guardian and Honed Spear, sits on his throne and builds castles frail as coral.

I would take the Crimson in his Hearts for myself, for myself, that I could without killing him.

... It is cruel, for Decay to be made to preserve.

 

[He softens a little, downsizing to roughly seven feet tall instead of seventy.] It's not a punishment, little one, any more than fire hurting if you accidentally step in it is punishment. I have a lot of information in me, and very specialised systems to handle it all; it's not something your brain would be able to deal with very well even if you didn't try to learn it all at once.

 

Depends on the time!

Don´t eat him!

 

I was only going to learn a little.

-She crosses her arms and looks away, face still scrunched in pain.-

I ain't!!

 

Don´teat me either. I´m too big.