shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

(Ilma makes a strangled noise between sob and laughter)
I got away.

(There is a vision unfolding around Ilma:

A checkerboard land.
A deep gash, maybe a metre across, but almost too far for Ilma's wounded companion.
The sound of airplanes overhead.

The sight of multiple bomb rings dropping right onto them)

 

Well that phucking sucks.

 

solution is to join the obsidian royalty.

 

If you die can I eat the wood in your legs?

 

(The vision abruptly shifts to looking out from a battered door frame onto a battlefield riddled with shrapnel. The closer to the center of explosion you go, the larger the damage is. Ground and farms torn up as if they were paper.)

(Ilma solemnly raises both middle fingers in Narcissus direction.)

If you want to be trapped forever in the realm of the fae, forever hungering and never being sated, for food, for freedom, for rest, then be my guest.

 

*Lifts a single, unharmed leg. zz:)*

 

[Vector just sort of... blinks down at all the organics. What is even going on anymore? This is why he stays out of individual affairs, he keeps missing things.]

...@Hey You, would you like me to let you down or are you comfortable up here?

 

You're just human.

 

No, I'm fine. You're like a big ol' unclepal.

 

(Congratulations you just got Ilma to flip the fuck out.)
(She is floating, glowing, and has a lot of wind and electricity around her. Her fans are out, and look pretty dang sharp. With each passing second, she looks less human and more... like a bug, really. Faceted eyes. Iridescent wings. Antennae. Sharp teeth, although that's not typically a bug feature. She flings a sharp wind edge in Hey You's direction with one of her fans.)

(Mun note: Congrats, you hit Ilma's single biggest trigger)

 

is all of your kind capable of doing that because if so vwhy havwe i been putting up vwith your ugly mammalian asses for this long.

 

[Frowning, Vector spawns a shield around himself (and thus still Hey You); the wind breaks apart before it gets close to them, as if passing over a windshield.] While that's an interesting transformation, the fighting really isn't necessary.

 

Nice imagination.

-She sticks out a tongue.-

 

(Berit fade-steps back and pulls up a barrier around herself. Sure looks like some new weird kind of abomination, but she hasn't done anything yet...)

 

Like, seriously, you've got some weirdsy windsy stuff going on, but you're not a fairy. I'm smelling straight human from you. You can try and eat babies under the ice all you want but all you'll be is a cannibal. Cannibalism is generally frowned upon except in starvation cases, yanno?

 

Fairies can be different things in different worlds, Hey. Maybe she is a fairy in the world she's from! Those fairies might not be anything like the fairies you know.

 

I dunno any fairies but if she really WAS one she wouldn't be this pissed.

-She smiles thinly.-

 

Can you say for certain that no fairy in any universe anywhere was ever prideful to the point of overreaction about their species?

 

Who phucking cares iph shes a phairy or not, Im pretty sure we stop being phucking real when we end up in the Game anyways.

 

uh, no, im vwery sure im real.