shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

no, that words are powerless.

*Eye twitch.*

 

He told me that if seeing cut roses wither made me sad, he'd buy me rose bushes instead. And the more of them I grew, the more of them he gave me.

She drinks more tea.

 

Shush, we're busy talkign about things that exist.

 

You say that and yet you seem oddly insistant on proving me right.

That's incredibly romantic excuse me while i purge my tanks a little.

 

magic DOES exist.

 

Prove it.

 

i cant prove it, real spells take weeks to kick in.

 

Magic exists, but I've seen magic and that was not it. My lover is a sorcerer. He could summon and bind demons and get them to tell him their secrets. He could open gates between worlds.

 

I've got time.

 

why does YOUR magic being different mean mine ISNT magic, huh?

it might not even WORK on robots.

 

-Mabel pops into the Rave, looking up and blearily wiping her eyes. This is NOT the sort of dreams she's used to, she thinks, although she can't exactly remember what's supposed to be happening right now.-

 

Because you don't need a spell to make somebody's eyes hurt when you throw sand in their eyes. That's just how sand works.

 

That sounds like something someone who can't fraggin' do anythng would say.

How about you try to prove it on her then

 

Alexandria? Can you see me?

She's very excited.

 

but its going to have lasting effects that ARENT related to being pocket sand. because i cursed it.

 

-She wrinkles her nose.-

I don't know how you know my middle name, but yeah.

 

She bites her lip.

When you were twelve, you said you didn't want us to call you the M-word any more.

She looks sad.

I'm your aunt Lissa. Stanford's shakti. Your cousin Jessie's mother.

 

-Mabel pulls herself together, straightening up elegantly and putting on her standard stranger smile.-

I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't know you. Perhaps you've got me confused for someone else?

 

Perhaps. I am the Mistress of Stanford Gleeful Pines, though, and you look a lot like our niece. Mabel Alexandria Naomi Pines. She doesn't like to be called 'Mabel'. She says it makes her sound like a fat grandma.

Lissa sighs. This is sad. It's nice that people can see her and hear her and talk to her and give her food. But why can't any of them be the people she loves?

 

i dont curse random people. leave me alone.