shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

"It's the Law," Mason says, laughing.

 

Largely. 'Octopus-bird with eight wings, six severed, and a lightning bolt in her beak' doesn't go over well at parties, but it wasn't my idea. I prefer to manifest in a slightly less alarming form.

 

@Jetski of Lake Depolito

 

-SUSPICIOUS-

 

He likes disturbingly betentacled wildlife for some reason. See also: @Twisty the Devil-Swan

 

"So you're not entirely in control of it." Ford steeples his fingers. "I prefer to stay human, and I have my tricks for staying young. Because I wouldn't have chosen that, either. Plus, demons can be bound--though I have heard that in at least one other dimension, I was somehow convinced to let a demon bind me."

 

[he hides one arm behind his back, and when he shows it again, the hand/paw attached is invisible. shock! awe! wonder! it takes him three tries to get it properly visible again.]

 

-She watches him with narrowed eyes.-

 

"There's wildlife, and then there's wildlife."

Ford looks back at her, and for just a moment has to remind himself not to blink his eyes--this girl won't know what that means, will she? "I don't bite children. I don't bite adults, for that matter, either, unless I'm forced to fight dirty." Or somebody very special asks me to...but Lissa knows she can have whatever she wants, and that's not a thought he's going to share with a twelve-year-old.

 

I've always had blue eyes.

 

Oh look, someone's figured out partial attention deflectors and camouflage. How exciting. [Despite his bored tone, Afterglow is now keeping a careful eye on the... what is that, a human? Something more felinoid? It would disturb him that he can't quite tell, except that he's not that interested in xenobiology anyway.]

 

I'm in control of how I appear unless something interferes. Not in control of what is now my native form.

-shrugs, apparently unconcerned. That is slightly, but not entirely, false- I was young and thought I could outsmart a demon I'd already bartered with. -a slow, cold smile- I almost did, which is why I still exist.

 

"You're from another dimension," says Ford, although he doesn't believe her. "I have only said that my niece does not have blue eyes. She's sitting right here, so you know that. But you're not my niece. You might have another uncle named Stanford. But he isn't me."

 

Obviously. You look a lot better.

-She glances away.-

 

In my experience wildlife is generally hungry and dangerous and best avoided. And yet... Jetski. [Her tone is fondly exasperated, but her expression remains hidden behind mask and visor.]

 

ever heard of contacts.

 

[he flicks his ears back and sniffs, somewhat offended that his audience is less than receptive] I can do an awful lot more than that, you know. And I'd say that's pretty good already! [he sits in the air as though a chair was there, and does fingerguns while looking way, way up]

 

*Despite his entrance not making a sound, the level of douche in the air rises noticeably. King FURRY TRASH ASSHOLE Jazan wrinkles his snout at the present company.*

 

"Thank you," Ford says with amusement. He is now feeding Lissa strips of raw fish he dreamed up. There is nothing better than her raw enjoyment of everything that makes life good. "Whoever set up this tea service was thinking of Lissa, but you might find some of your favourite cookies on that tray right there."

 

Who's William? What did you mean by misbehaving?

-She picks up a still warm chocolate-chip cookie and sits down primly.-