shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

In the metal!

War allows for many things-- ask the brass over there. [He tips his chin over at Unicron.] What your conscience, moral code, and experiences allow are different.

 

[He pets the kitten without even thinking]

... I do not want worshippers?

And you do a very good job. I did say I do not look to expand my court. You are already an established and quintessential part of it, my dear priest.

 

[she snorts]

In the middle of blaster fire barrages is hardly the moment to contemplate the implications of building a damned bomb for a full decade.

 

Primus didn't want to come out of his alt. I didn't want a bunch of mortals to follow me into a pocket dimension! Unfortunately, life is inherently chaotic and doesn't much care what most people want.

 

Do I look like someone who doesn't know battle? [He snorts himself. The gems set into the pommel of each sword glow vibrant spark-blue and red.] Planetkillers only come off the battlefield if you're wielding the Forge, and I know for a fact you didn't have that.

But I meant to express regret, not chastisement. Your choices are your own, even if I don't agree with them!

 

Sadly true. However I may still refuse a title that implies I am obligated to care.

 

Oh, please. "Deity" means at least six different things depending on who you ask, it certainly doesn't imply responsibility or obligation.

 

Oh excuse me for being a bit touchy when a legendary deified hero sounds like he is judging my decisions just because he punched a world ending evil for a while. Mundane wars for mundane mechs tend to be a little more messy and involve a lot less chivalrous glory.

 

Hey!

 

Says you, Nephew.

 

"Chivalrous glory".

Chivalrous--

[He cracks up.]

He was.

Yes, says me, which of us spends time in other universes?

 

Cool! Hey can you tell me where I´m purring this to? -he summons a chunk of what looks like cloudy glass. Only it is in fact granite, gone clear and unreal-

-purrs-

Good. Look! -shows his hunk of not quite real granite-

 

No but in the middle of triage is an excellent time to question whether officers with minor damage really take priority over MTOs with half their frame smashed.

 

I'm not!

 

[He tilts his head, watching for a moment.] The void, probably. It won't stay there unless you purr all of it away.

Oh! No, I'm sorry, I meant to say I'm not interested in joining his court. I'm a Prime down to my spark, for better or worse.

 

Oh. I thought you were insulting me.

 

*Laughs a bit and downs his whiskey*

Ah well, that's far too late at this point.

 

Such is the price I pay for speaking too quickly! I did not intend to insult you, dear, but I apologise if it sounded like that.

 

So, tell me about Maximo?

 

As a person who had to live with him, or as a historian?