shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Regrettably, though I'd really love to know who is responsible for your frame, because there's several bits and pieces where my crew's made similar design problems but we've since cleaned up the blueprints and-
...
[She trails off, frowning slightly. That's not... possible, is it...?]

... Oh uh, Sorry, but I have pretty much no further knowledge of Vosian politics beyond what a good friend of mine has talked about so...

 

Pfffffffffffst. No one's got the knowledge anymore, that's the point, all that old slag died before I did. Good riddance, in my opinion, but, well. We lost more than the cultural limitations.

 

The utter geniuses behind the failed coup that was Operation: Aether Revolt. They actually named their movement revolt, that should tell you how smart they were. Frame and programming both are cobbled together from whatever junked designs and scraps they could get their rusty little hands on. Theoretically without being noticed, either by Medical or Intelligence, and I guess it did work long enough for them to put a run of us together, but... [He shrugs, the movement tugging at the mesh between the tines of his wings.]

 

[He grins, kissing Polly]
Oh absolutely.

Oh ew. I'm offended on so many levels right now. Offended.

 

i mean
some humans do or did
i just prefer the tender embrace of cotton around my soft bits (all of my bits are soft)

oh lordy
theyre definitely awesome powers even if im not sure that a toddler on red bull should be the one in charge of team healing but thats not exactly my call so w/e

 

Jus' don't tell Paul. Jus' don't tell 'im till you got the suit on 'im.

 

Ah yes the bittersweet other side of throwing off oppressors...

Oh. Oh Pits.
Listen uh. That might sound super fragging ridiculous, but... do you know any of the following names? Refractor, Nichrome, Firewall-... Augeo, Lensflare? Maybe Spintrack, slag I can't remember if he did anything that may-...

 

Of course that would ruin the joke.
[He cuddles into Polly's side, sighing happily]

 

When I'm not busy pushing papers or blowing slag up I go wikidiving, there aren't a lot of names I don't know. You're five for six, though-- Spintrack of Harmonex wasn't involved, but he does have some pretty sweet tunes up. Uh. Did? What even is the right word for "the creation's still there but the creator's dead," you'd think with the war we'd have that kinda thing sorted out by now... Anyway, yeah, most of the programming work is cribbed out of rejects from the Karann-8 station. Which isn't saying we're broke-- [wing-flaring probably looks weird when your wings are a giant sail, but shhh. Defensive not-quite-birb--] because their standards were crazy high for a while, just-- stuff the brass wouldn't recognize right away.

 

Veroandi: "Hey, I'm 17, even if I've always looked pretty baby-faced! You're not that much older than me."


Durapror: "...Even back when we were all much younger and still exploring the Etrian Yggdrasil labyrinth a few years ago, Veroandi has always been a very reliable healer."


Uror: "My little sis might be a little childish, but she's definitely not a tyke anymore! Heck, she might even be more responsible than me, when it comes to serious things."


Dainn: "We'd all be dead by now if it weren't for her and Durapror, honestly."

 

-accepts- Thank mew. It´s a lot easier to talk about plans for something when you have sketched and a location to work with though.

-giggels-

Mi! There´s just no other way to express your displeasure at getting wet properly.

 

-mock offended- I resembled that remark once.

QED.

Me, long before the war

That is correct Captain.

Something we can agree on. -sits, crosslegged, and summons a cube-

 

yall im definitely joking

and i might be an old fucking geezer now but thatd be a stupid metric to measure worth by given that all the doing me and my friends did was done when we were like 16 tops

not that i recommend that shit but eh do what you gotta do i guess

 

Huh! Well, goes to show what perks of command are... Your current frame's much stronger, sir, even you have to admit your pre-war frame isn't as suited for combat even if I'm sure it was lighter in the air.

 

[Startled squawk; he scrambles to sit in at least a marginally more respectable position than 'sprawled across the floor with his legs spread like a Gygaxian buymech'.] Sir!

 

Durapror: "...I see. We were all very young when we started adventuring. Skuld is the oldest member of the group, followed by Dvalinn, and then myself. The three of us are all 19."


Skuld: "...Dura is leader however...I am not good at people...and Dvalinn is creepy."


Dvalinn: "Creepy? You mean my technique? I just fight the way that book described. Ehehehe..."


Dainn: "I'm not really convinced that it was fighting techniques the book depicted, Dvalinn..."

 

Are you implying any frame of mine was ever less than perfect? -he is joking, but slipstream may not be able to tell-

- watches this, amused.- Evening.

 

ooooooooookkkkkkkk what up freak of the week

johns our leader hes pretty much the best in every way even if he is kind of a dingus sometimes
hes not here right now most of our whole gaggle of misfits isnt actually but hes great

 

More than implying, sir. [Self-preservation? What's that?]

 

Is it evening? I can't tell. Good evening, Commander. [Ignis heroically resists the urge to preen. If Starscream isn't making a fuss about the informality, Ig sure isn't going to draw more attention to it.]

[Low whistle.] You just go for it, don't you?