shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

-fidgetfidget- ...Yeah. I mean he's been there much longer than I have...

 

Much longer being relative, since we're all less than 300 years old.

-She lands behind Pocket.-

 

Yowch. Tough luck, br--

[His wings drop; Ignis looks positively horrified.] You're what? How the actual frag are you dead? Either of you? Primus in the Pit, what did I miss on Cybertron while I was off fragging around trying to find my trinemates?

 

I'm not dead! But me and my twin and him and HIS twin aren't from Cybertron.

 

...Well, y'know, he's dead 'cos a building fell on him and I'm dead largely 'cos I'm a freak of nature but yeah we're not from Cybertron either. I think there was a war?

 

[She's papping Loreli's face, pulling a mildly disgusted expression]
Oh Yeah Shell Be Fine, Your Holyness, Shes Just Got A Sudden Onslaught Of Hero Worship. If You Wanna See Her Really Lose It I Advise Getting The Summoner In Here And Making Him Twerk.

 

-once she´s back down- Not bad, not bad at all.
-He walk a few paces awa to give himself room and bows, the movement fluid as if it had not been centuries since he last danced.-
There aren´t actually that many solo dances, most were meant to be performed in a trine.
-His frame has shifted, becoming lighter and more like Ignis´. He places one foot in thin air, and engages the thruster in order to "walk" upwards a few paces as if on a spiral staircase. The he starts a series of movements much like hers only in reverse, climbing upwards before, at the apex, spreading his arm and letting himself drop headfirst, facing his audience, transforming only a few body length above the ground to swoop back upward, then slowly letting himself "fall" down in rootmode.-

 

Okay but you're still kids? Who let you die??? That's gotta be illegal.

 

-She's on him in an instant, eyes shining with admiration.-

THAT WAS AMAAAAAZING!

 

Uh... slums an' society I think?

 

I'm a criminal!

 

[Oh, look, a distraction! Ignis settles a little, watching Starscream dance, and claps politely when he touches down again.] If we find a third dancer, we could try a triple? I'm pretty sure pair-dances don't even exist, which is a sparking shame given the puns that could be made.

[A short-lived distraction. His wings droop.] I... yeah. Right. Sorry.

 

-shruuuuuuuuuuuuuugs-
Worst's already happened, ain't it. Like... twice. -pauses, counts on his fingers- Mebbe three times? The last two times were kinda linked.

 

We're still people, though? Didn't mean to freak out on you. [He shrugs.]

 

That was your freakin' out? We're cool.

 

-pets the smol- Why thank you- So you have pretty good balance, do you know how to walk on air?

 

[Reffy watches shyly. If they had a third they say. One part of him wants to call attention to himself the other part is making loud awful noise about how he can't both the seekers. Bluh.]

 

No! Show me!

 

If we could find a third certainly.

 

I could!