shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

You're either dead or asleep. Have fun figuring out which is which!

Mmm. Yeah, you know what? Yeah.

[Without another word, he sweeps Marcus up into his arms and walks out of the rave.]

 

Whatever you do, don´t ask Shockwave to explain them. -He seems to find the statement funny-

I´ve had quite enough doom realised to be quite honest.

 

[His frown darkens.]
Where are we? And how did I get here? Talk. Now.
[His hand twitches to his bayard but he doesn't summon it. He can at least demand answers to get a bit of a clue for how to get out of this place and to his lion before he starts attacking.]

 

[His eyes widen and his fingers twitch again.]
Don't try to mess with me!

 

Can't say exactly, but you do look quite incorporeal! If you know which way your home universe is I can escort you, though, it's no trouble. Well. Shouldn't be trouble. Or you can wait 'til your real body wakes up, whichever you like more! Vector Prime, at your temporary-- and spatiotemporal-- service! [He bows elaborately.]

Oh, please, a few sibling spats aren't the worst that could happen between us. Just look at that snippy little Bard descendant of Nova's!

 

I kinda doubt you'll believe me, whatever I say. If you're anything like me when I first got here, you've got a hell of a lot of good reasons not to trust strangers.
-as he speaks, he stands up slowly, moving to keep Keith in his line of sight. That's definitely a flash of a knife holster on his wrist as he crosses his arms-

 

Lost cause. Jordi messes with everyone. But you'd probably know if you were dead, right? [He's got a beer now, and is drinking it slow.]

 

Idiot! Not you, Vek. I don´t even want to know what he thought he was achieving.

 

Snippy little bard?

 

An end to resource shortages for his universe. To be fair, he wasn't wrong, but... Well. That's what lack of perspective will do to you.

The lovely mech you mentioned just a moment ago. I'm not actually sure which aspect he started with, considering how many he ended up copying, but that was the first time in a long while I've considered intervening in a mortal-spawned event. Good job handling it, by the way, even if it took an absolute disaster to get your Iacon even marginally united.

 

[He turns around, then looks up... and up... and up... He is starting to really hate feeling confused.]
Vol-... tron...? No.

[He turns back when he sees movement from the corner of his eye. And then he spots the knife holster. That does it, he summons his bayard and makes a step towards Jason. The double edged sword is held in a ready-to-attack position but he doesn't charge yet, thankfully.]

Well I'm really not in the mood for any of that so maybe he should get himself a new hobby.

 

yes, I would know. -He sounds a bit rueful and a but amused-

 

Yes, Voltron is indeed a designation, if a bit out of my jurisdiction. My name is Vector, bitlet, are you keeping up alright? [Vector blinks, a little bemused, at Suddenly Sword.] Oh, come now, there's no need for that. It's quite difficult to do any permanent damage here, you're as safe as it's really possible to be in a nonmaterial plane.

 

Thanks, I think. -Was this a compliment or an insult? Do we know?-

 

hot tautology bro

i getcha tho
but time here is weird as fuck so thats like a wildcard variable
plus my altselves unless i was or will be them in this timeline arent the same like
consciousness? fuck if i know
but davepeta isnt me and im not davepeta even if they have the whole ultimate self thing going on
and this sounds more like that than it does actual timehopping
but maybe not

you just gotta go with the flow and try not to fuck it up

oh
i meant like if his bullshit is timey wimey bullshit its probably not clones
no accounting for other aspects here
if that even is an aspect thing

[dave doesn't turn his head or acknowledge this in any other way, but the Welsh Piece Of Shit is suddenly in his hand]

 

How can I be safe surrounded by strangers talking nonsense and an armed guy who looks like someone whose never seen the man tried to draw our leader?
[He points accusingly at Red Hood.]

 

-Starscream is not sure why it´s sword time but he has a sword casually laying across his knees in case he needs it-

 

"Not necessarily," Lissa says. "There's at least a dozen different ways to do it so the target doesn't even notice till the deed was done. The Station taught us to think of ourselves as midwives, in reverse. The Dark Mother's agents, returning her souls to her safe embrace. The best kills were the ones we could accomplish without shock, fear or pain." She shudders and leans into Ford.

 

-deadpan- Mine´s bigger.

 

-Jason claps his hands together like a small child on Christmas. He's smirking and his tone drips with sarcasm-
Oh, goody, are we swordfighting? I haven't done that since - well. Depends on the definition, doesn't it?

That's rich, coming from a guy with a costume that looks like an anime version of mine. You drew first, kid. Twitchy trigger fingers kill.