shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

"Your father would do it." Lissa shrugs. "I'd rather not have to go there too. But if we have to, we have to. Everybody has to face the void eventually, but if it's up to Ford and me, you're not going any time soon."

 

can vwe get that metaphor again vwithout the spider imagery.

 

Alex laughs. "You're dead? Like Aunt Lissa?"

 

First thing’s that’s going wrong with you: You’re going to take that called me. He’s a great business leaders are. They tell me that. I am not Voldemort, and my hands are not small. That's a lie—fake news. We can’t hold this. This is not an act of offense against and he’s a great win.

But he wasn’t a cheerleader.

 

You know, if they helm you, it won't be to seriously use you. It'll probably just be a test of how the biowire syncs with your species. What psionics do you have?

-Acheta sticks out a hand primly.-

 

like the common blind cave slug, he cannot see when he has wandered into the hunters trap...

 

no im hotter

 

Jezebel takes her hand. "My mother was a Beijada pilot and assassin. She could power her ship through space with her mind. My father was able to walk between the worlds. I rolled the natural 38 and got all of it."

 

hope powvering a ship aint as nasty as being a clairvwoyant!

 

"So run away, dummy." Gwendolyn sighs. "You of all people do not have to stand and fight for our world."

 

Hmmm. Not much I can help you with there. Luckily my psi isn't the ship-powering kind, and helming teals is rare. Still, I can't imagine the biowire will be all that compatible - the official data suggests it's cloned from Gl'bgolyb, who's got a parasitic relationship with our species. It'll probably just kill you.

I'm Acheta!

 

"I'm Jezebel Pines."

 

"Where the hell did you get all those morals, anyway?" Alex sighs. "Not from either Uncle Ford or Aunt Lissa. She's right, Jess."

 

I'm going to have to suggest you run for it, Jezebel Pines. Whatever shakes out will shake out without you, and you can return when the dust has cleared. Try not to kill all of us, please.

 

"I'll take that under advisement." Jezebel sighs. "I don't actually want to kill anyone."

 

I mean
I might be on the lower end of the nobilitY
But while I'll sure as fuck punch a fuckmobile's headlights out, I won't total the dipshit.
I can't stomach that shit, You can leave the murderboning to Hlorri.
That girl'll do anYthing if whoever's asking is a figure of authoritY.

 

great, nowv youvwe summoned the fucking clowvns. good vwork evwerybody.

 

Yes, well, we'll all just have to hope you either get crushed quick or the connection is strained enough. Sorry.

-She grimaces.-

 

"If you run away," Mason points out, "they've got nothing on Uncle Ford. He can fill her bridge with cacodemons."

 

"Your cousin has a point." Lissa sighs. "It really would be the moral thing to do, Jezebel." She turns to Acheta. "Why would you all die if Jezebel gets away? Or for any other reason? But if it's likely, I'll pray for the Dark Mother to receive your souls in peace."