shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Daang, like you also do cleanup? That's one way of dealing with stuff, I guess!
I like difficult fights. 'S motion and challenge and life. Ain't good until you got hit good.

 

(Oneira feels tugged around like on her barkbeast sled. Rude. She stomps down and stabilizes her stance again, which puts her at a slightly awkward position. And then she gets an idea.)
(She grabs Jamethiel by the belt with her free hand, and lifts her above her head.)

 

"Stanley doesn't care if the world gets sliced to ribbons as long as you and me and Carla and all of the children and grandkids, even the ones that aren't really ours like Jesus and Gwendolyn, are safe." Lissa shrugs. "I don't believe he or Carla is really dead. He's too sneaky."

 

"...my brother is actually good at being a criminal in your dimension?"

 

I mean, yes? I'm the backup, if I'm fighting it's time to stop worrying about stealth or extra damage and just wreck everything.

 

-SHABLA BELT. in another situation she'd rely on the jetpack to get her out of this. the jetpack is like the blaster though. off limits for the time being. and so jame is in the air-

 

Fucking psionics.
(Jamethiel gets thrown.)

 

-is thrown. where is your force now jame. probably being better used by tori who would prettily land on his feet like a kitty. jame's landing is not so pretty. she does laugh though-

 

-nibbles iron. grooms- [Ok. As long as he doesn´t think I´m stealing you away from them. I´m not, promise.]

 

-Archive eats the iron from Thunderwing slowly, sucking on small chunks of it.-

Is it okay if I save some for Index?

 

(Windshear grins, and, carefully moving her weight to one hand, offers the other in a fistbunp)
Pit yeah, those are the best ones.

 

[Groomgroom. Eat, groom. Yesgood.] <They don't really... get swarming, I think? They just know I like them enough to be bonded to all of them! If they were going to get jealous about being nice to people, or people being nice to us, it would've happened a long time ago.>

[Affirmative chirp! Sitting around with Sprocket is calming down those 'act Normal' impulses, and he forgets to nod to her.] Index is nice! And besides it's yours now to do what you want!

 

(Skyfall, as she is wont to, falls from the sky. Her landing is perfect to an extent that she must have practiced this excessively. She is also fashionably late, with a slightly steaming energon cube in her hand.)
So many darling new people here!

 

Index is nice!

-She smiles.-

 

Sup Skyfall! I was talking about you earlier! And, for the record, if you sit down on my legs I will kick you across the room.

 

[His claws don't quite bend right for a proper fist, but he taps his knuckles against hers.]

[Affronted squawk. So many new people, and not one of them has had the manners to announce themselves before dropping into view!]

 

Oh darling, tell me you wouldn't. I would, like, get scrapes on my paints. And spill my drink!

 

-Archive starts to look nervous. People she doesn't know! Confident people! It's so intimidating.-

 

[Chitterclick! He reaches out to Archive, thinks better of putting claws near her when she looks jittery, and chirps again.] If he makes trouble I can fight him. I know how to fight fliers, it's okay!

 

Ah, thank you. It is okay, I think! I just... get scared.