shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Neat party trick. You do birthdays?

[He drinks, looking unimpressed. Jordi has absolutely no problems with hurting animals, even ones that should, by rights, be in a zoo and not... whatever the hell he would quantify the SPR with right now.]

Gonna hazard a guess and say they don't like me. Hey! You three have something in common. It's cute.

 

*Grumble growling and talking in Jordi's direction. No. Badman*

*eyes her*

...

*Picks up a rock, prances closer, FLINGS ROCK from his mouth. He's very good at this, he learned by playing fetch with himself.*

 

I don't particularly need to be thinkign of how people look while interfacing while trying to have a polite conversation!

Oh yes, it's far too rich usually, and too many minerals added in without rhyme or reason. Upsets my fuel tanks.

[He shrugs]
Sometimes people who don't care about such things hide in structures that would normally be seen as "imposing from the outside" because it's easier than explaining things.

 

[He ducks, and something behind him shatters loudly. Congrats, Omega, now everything smells like vodka. You did this. You did this.]

 

*YEAH LOOK AT-- sneezes. Sneezese again. Sneezes once more before backing off and flopping to rub his nose against the ground.*

 

Lissa laughs. "I wouldn't have had a problem with you if you hadn't been messing with Marcus. I don't like the way you talk about killing sometimes, but you're not pornographic about it like Jack was. But I'm not attracted to you, for the record. My question is, why don't they like you? I sort-of-tamed Missha when he was a pup, but while he's still wild and still protective, he'd rather play than fight. He's guarding me and the other wolf. It's obviously not because of me, because I'm not mad any more, now that you're not giving me reason to be. So what is it?"

 

Missha is confused. Weren't they trying to warn the bad guy off?

How did Omega do that?

And everything smells like stinkwater now.

 

[Ha ha look at what you did to yourself. Jordi twists to doublecheck what broke and recreate the bottles in question, then smugly settles back onto his stool.]

Yeah, I get it already, kitty's not interested. Seriously, you made it clear ages ago.

[He rolls his eyes, then waves his drink vaguely in @Omega's direction.] Didn't start until American Werewolf In London over here started kicking up a fuss. Blame him, not me.

 

*Still sneezing, mashes nose into dirt before sneezing one last time in a bit way and shifting*

Fffffuck

Yoouuuuu... You're just like them, all dressed nice and acting like you're all superior. Just a fucking human. Fuck-- *Sneezes again*

 

Yeeeah, you're going to have to give me more than that. Are we talking mobsters or your standard affair bourgeoisie scum? I mean, I've been called a corporate overlord before, but it never stops being so untrue.

Want a drink now?

 

[Jack eyes the bubble, making a face at it. He sticks his hand through it hesitantly, and after it doesn't instantly kill him, he slides inside.]

Bluh, that felt fucking weird.

 

People that paid the scientists, the people the scientists sent out to grab us. THAT.

*Pauses* No.

 

... sorry. Didn't know it'd be like that.

Aaaanywaaaay... you never really responded to what I said earlier. Probably 'cause it was super unclear, but in my defence, it wasn't any clearer in my head. Yeah.

 

Ugh, no. I hate snatch and grab jobs, it's way more effort than it's worth. And holding hostages is such a fucking trial, worse than owning a goddamn pet, because at least you can turn a dog into the shelter if you need to. Thanks, but pass. I'm more of a final affairs kind of guy.

 

.... *Squints* Fine. Truce.

 

[Jack rubs the back of his head, shrugging.]

Yeah, sorry, kiddo, you're going to have to specify exactly what's up, otherwise I'm not going to get it. I mean, yeah I can take a hint, but shit with other peoples emotions? Not really my strong suit.

 

I'm am in a general sort of armistice with the rest of dreamland right now, so sure. We'll call it that. If you're not gonna drink, I'll just have your drink for you.

[He clinks together two glasses, then downs them both, one after the other.]

 

... Classy. *SARCASM*

 

You know it, sweetheart. Gotta make it official, right?

 

Don't call me that. I'm Omega.