shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

What?

 

...does this apply to the- the part we have to do in our shows for Great-Uncle Stanford?

 

I have no idea what you do in your shows or what a great-uncle is. But generally speaking, yes. Potentially-irrevocable damage is not to be played with lightly.

 

No, uh...

He says it's harmless! The energy grows back! I wouldn't hurt people!

 

[Flatly:] harvesting from people is rarely consensual.

 

I, we do have to trick them into it, but-

...but I can't say no.

-She looks down.-

 

[His expression softens; he wriggles a little, then tilts his head to tap his cheek against Thunderwing's.] Let me down, dearspark?

[Once he's free, he kneels, armor clamping down to make him seem even smaller.] If you really have no better choice, I am the last one to lecture you on surviving under coercive conditions. Do as you must; survival trumps moralising.

 

I don't, he wouldn't hurt us, he he he loves us, even if he doesn't act like it. He has to. I love him.

 

No! No no no...

 

"That's not the way that love is supposed to work. Not the way my dad's supposed to work, either, for that matter--if he is acting like that, he may not be under his own control, either. I mean...my mother told my father her secret name, and she wouldn't have done that if he were in the habit of making people do things against their wills."

 

[He winces, but quickly hides the expression. He's not going to argue with conditioning, not when he doesn't have the skills to help.] Of course. But love alone cannot always make a situation ideal. I have been very lucky, this last bit of my life

Not helping.

 

What do I do, what do I do??

-She starts to spark blue.-

 

...Does your species ventilate? Do you have an amica, a twin, anyone you trust here?

 

He's not here! I don't know why he's not here!

 

vwho the fuck evwer said i vwas trying to help.

 

Alright. Do you need air? Air is usually a good thing. I'm. I don't. What do you need? Thunder help.

[Murder probably won't make Mabel feel any better, but it's good stress relief for Afterglow. He tosses a knife the size of Dualscar's torso at him.]

 

I don't know what I want. I'm scared.

-She covers her face.-

 

*He's slightly more wise to the ways of the Rave than his younger, hornier counterparts and the knife just passes through him. Unimpressed stare.*

 

"I know he's not your Mason, but if you want, I'll get my cousin," Jezebel says, very gently.

"Or you can tell me."