shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

so if mabel's eyes turned blue...would that mean the bill from her universe is blue too?..assuming he's the one who messed round in her head...

 

I'm not ashamed of my work. [He shrugs.] And besides, our war is supposedly over, even if any true 'Con hasn't taken off his badge. Mortilus, even the Smiling Devil himself is playing at civilian now.

 

He just smiles in amusement, shrugging.

Bill holds up his hand and blue flames erupt from the palm. "Who knows!" The flame spreads to his arm and he comically waves it out with a huff, his shirt sleeve now ruined.

 

[GC:] Will Trade Photographic Evidence Of Mecha Dragon Tripping For Highlight Reel Of That One Time I Played With Cat Lusus Clown Trash Shroom Muncher Gamma By Making The Hall Light Flash Colors In A Chasable Pattern

 

We don't really know if the rest of the world is gonna go to war with us yet or not- the upside to being isolated and global communications being down. We're friendly with the Empire- it's a weird situation. Competing viewpoints- they're completely anti-tech, we were about to go the Full Cyberpunk before the world ended- but I'm with them on the corp-kingdoms. Don't trust them. But what do I know? I'm just a cyberoid who wanted to grow up to be a dragon.

Done. -they pop one of the hidden compartments in a leg and extract the picture from the first-aid kit-

 

Well, you've achieved that at least. [He sounds... fond??? What is this. At least he's controlling the jitters better.] The specifics make about as much sense to me as anything I could say about Cybertron would to you, but I do hope things work out well for you.

 

It helps that we've got mountains full of monsters that want both our nations in ashes. That's not a war that's going to be won any time soon, and we're both willing to defend each other against the oni. Does a bit toward maintaining good will.

 

Mutual threats are generally a cause of ceasefires, yes. When that threat is gone, though...

 

[Delighted babble-y chirp. She'll treasure this picture forever. Probably. In return she uploads a video of an Indigo troll (appearing to be high as a kite) with minimalistic clown paints mimicing a cheshire cat face pouncing down a hallway trying to "catch" that one dot in the lightstrip that was laserpointer red]

 

sounds familiar.

 

does it?

 

seem to recall a certain someone vwho may or may not resemble yours truly being pressured into peace and empathy by certain others vwithin this space.

 

"resemble" is a little vague at this particular time and place, can you be less passive aggressive so i can tell if you're bitching on behalf of yourself or one of the other purple guys

 

vwhy vwould i evwer bitch on behalf of someone else.

 

honestly, that's fair

 

Do you always speak in this irritatingly indirect way?

 

"You don't understand," Ford says darkly. "I'm not talking about forcing people to behave decently whether they want to or not. To a certain degree, that's called 'civilisation', and we all have to put up with it sometimes--even me. I'm talking about forcing people to feel peace and empathy."

 

What are we talking about?

 

i dont knowv, do you alvways vwear more eyeliner than a member of some shitty boyband?

 

"I think he's just being smart enough not to complain about Lissa or anyone who even remotely resembles her in front of my uncle," Mason says cheerily. "She can be as gluttonous and lazy and lustful and predatory as she likes, but don't you dare make that sound like a bad thing." His eyes twinkle; he loves his Grauntie.