Lucitius: We must endure this insufferable jester! Shut it and quit acknowledging him!
Malcolm: Lol, I didn’t realize you hated jesters so much.
Lucitius: I will find you, and reveal how much I hate you more.
Malcolm: Yeah, yeah, whatever.
On’nyosh: Do I even need to say something here? You two seem just fine by yourselves. Though, I am waiting on a certain vampire named Cass.
Lucitius: Vampire? No, do not tell me. Never tell me.
Malcolm: Ha, you idiots and your associations with others. I don’t have to deal with anyone, since everybody’s dead! I love nuclear holocausts.
Lucitius: Nuclear?
On’nyosh: Roasted chicken over here. Lmao!
Malcolm: What are you talking about?
On’nyosh: Roasted chicken. Frying a lizard in a nuclear holocaust (I have no idea what that is). Lmao!
raef:
corrin:
corrin: congrats, raef! we've found crazier people than you!
raef: what's that supposed to mean? i just have a messed-up backstory and an obsession with soup! that's normal in this universe!
corrin:
knox: not the soup part.
knox: HIIIIIIIII, lizardy guys! oh wait, you're a JESTER LIZARD? IS THAT RIGHT? AWESOME! also corrin is the partykiller of all of us. take him with a grain of salt…. actually, better take him with a whole shaker of salt.
corrin: i am literally offended rn
corrin: also the expression is party-pooper
knox: nah. once you literally killed the birthday dude
corrin: preens
corrin: i remember now! that was fun, we should do it again sometime~
On’nyosh: Yes, I am known to be crazy, and yes, I’m a jester, though I’d say I’m more akin to a snake than a lizard. I don’t know, it’s hard to tell.
Lucitius: Certainly a snake, you insufferable trickster.
On’nyosh: ,Y, … You know what that means? I’m sticking my tongue out at you. Though, it also does that automatically anyway, but I’ll never tell whether it was voluntary or involuntary.
Malcolm: Where’s my pistol so I can shoot off that tongue?
On’nyosh: What is a pistol? And don’t touch my tongue, it’s beautiful.
Lucitius: …
Malcolm: Alright, I’m getting my pistol. I’ll be back.
Addic: quick, On’nyosh tape-face.
On’nyosh: ‘tape-face’? No idea what you mean.
Malcolm: Alright, where are you?
On’nyosh: Roaming, as always. Try and find me, Roaster of Chickens.
Malcolm: …
Lucitius: I must admit, that was funny.
On’nyosh: See? I knew you’d grow on me.
Lucitius: I still hate you.
On’nyosh: They all say that.
Malcolm: A little flea on someone’s ***cheek. How cute. (That was sarcasm by the way). And now… got you. See you in a moment, jester.
Lucitius: …
On’nyosh: Did he seriously find …
Lucitius: Well. Someone’s finally going after him.
On’nyosh: … You missed! Lmao!
Malcolm: I won’t miss again. Just wait.
Addic: I find it hilarious that y’all are typing what your doing when you do it.
On’nyosh: I try.
Lucitius: Fools. All fools.
Malcolm: Attention whore.
On’nyosh: Yes, that’s me.
Malcolm: …
Lucitius: I would go to watch, but I already suspect how this will end. The weasel always wins.
On’nyosh: … I’m glad you think that, Big Wing. And you missed again! You should be called Sir Stumped-Metal!
Malcolm: Yes, piss me off. That will help.
On’nyosh: Lmao! That’s what I do best!
Addic: the weasel always wins…
corrin: that is disturbing and true
On’nyosh: When did I go from a snake to a weasel?
Lucitius: You are both, jester.
Malcolm: … Haha!
On’nyosh: What are you laughing at? You’re nowhere near me.
Malcolm: … How? How did you do that?
On’nyosh: Skill, lmao!
Lucitius: The jester is fast, Malcolm. You are slow, very slow.
Malcolm: If only I could flip you off in person.
Addic: that’s what these little pictures are for: 🖕
Malcolm: I turned emojis off long ago. Besides it’s no fun sending a picture. I’d rather do it in person.
Lucitius: I roll mine eyes at you, foul human.
Malcolm: Have fun with that. I still want a suit from you.
Lucitius: You would not be able to remove a scale, yet alone wear a suit. It would crush your frail body.
On’nyosh: I guess I’m out of luck. My scales are perfect for making boots. If you can catch me, lmao!
Malcolm: Whatever. And I may be slow, but I have my tricks and friends, as you’ll see.
On’nyosh: Lmao, that you must rely on friends! Sure, I won’t deny that I have many, but I can handle myself quite well.
Malcolm: Not for long.
Lucitius: This is boring me. Shut it or I show up and electrocute both of you.
Cass: On'nyosh, what the hell did you do? Why are the angry blue dragon dude and the crazy metal person trying to kill each other and you at the same time?
Ashene: "The angry blue dragon dude"? Where did you come up with that?
Tessa: I see this got so much more interesting.
corrin & raef in unison: truer words were never spoken
Cass, Ashene and Tessa: Wut?
On’nyosh: Ah, lovely Cass, you have arrived! And I am innocent, I say! I have done nothing out of the ordinary that would have provoked either.
Lucitius: Notice how he said ‘out of the ordinary’.
Malcolm: I just hate everybody, lol. Now come here!
On’nyosh: Not until you apologize for shooting at me with strange darts.
Malcolm: They’re called bullets, and no.
On’nyosh: Then you’ll just have to deal with not finding me. Now, go fly off somewhere and smother yourself in chicken feathers.
Malcolm: ? … F U
On’nyosh: Lmao! In other details, how are you, my dear Cass?
Cass: Grinning I'm quite lovely compared to you! Now, how are you?
Ashene: I agree with the angry blue dragon dude.
Tessa: Will that just stick now?
Ashene and Cass, in unison: Yes!
On’nyosh: Ah, this is normal. Though, I’ve never met someone that shoots ‘bullets’ instead of arrows.
Malcolm: You have now!
Lucitius: Wonderful. Someone who seems fond of this annoying jester. You are the vampire I presume, Cass?
Malcolm: Why are you typing so formally, Lucitius? Or is that stick up your *** so far that you must always be formal?
Lucitius: You wish to speak to me in person? I’m sure you shall love mine new appearance? And the lightning bolts I have now will truly kill you.
Malcolm: They can try. My old, cyborg *** is more resilient than your stupid scales.
Lucitius: I doubt that.
On’nyosh: You know, this is just funny. Lmao!
Cass: Rolls her eyes Yes, obviously I'm the vampire. What else would I be? A dragon with mental issues? A mechanical human with absolutely no sense of humour and a god complex bigger than Lucitius?
Ashene: Laughing Wow!
Tessa: Snorts That is the most honest thing I've heard all night.
Cass: Smirking Yes, I know.
Addic: Wow, (laugh/snort)
Cass: I'm glad somebody that doesn't know me finds me funny immediately!
Ashene and Tessa, in unison: Oy! We're right here, you know!
Cass: I know. I'm ignoring you for a reason.
On’nyosh: Lmao!
Lucitius: … Truthfully, I cannot disagree with Cass. ‘Tis actually rather shocking for me to say that. And I agree about Malcolm.
Malcolm: F O, Lucitius. And I don’t have a god complex, I don’t f***ing care.
On’nyosh: Says the mechanical ***hole.
Malcolm: I find you, you’re dead.
On’nyosh: If you find me.
Addic: and what might that be Cass?
Cass: Because I know both of them. They're just being idiots. Glares at Tessa and Ashene
Tessa and Ashene: We're innocent. Innocent, your honor!
Cass: Shut up before I bite both of you.
Tessa and Ashene: Both grinning You can try, certainly!
On’nyosh: You’ve been hanging out with me way too long, Cass. Lmao!
Lucitius: Wonderful.
Malcolm: Well, I see I’ll be finding a stake.
