☽ marceline abadeer, the vampire queen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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maskormenace2015-09-24 01:03 am
bassriff) wrote in maskormenace2015-09-24 01:03 am
Entry tags:
- marceline abadeer | the vampire queen,
- † ana ramir | taranto,
- † croach | the tracker,
- † flame princess | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † lucifer | n/a,
- † michael j caboose | blue guy,
- † princess bubblegum | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen
004; video
[Oh hey, it's Marceline! Apparently. The camera's not really pointed at her.
Instead it's at a weird sort-of-upwards angle, showing high pines and a clear starry night. She's well away from the city, wherever she is. Off-screen, she's strumming a certain riff.]
I feel so stuck here. Not... here, here. This is, like - I think I'm in Washington State? - I mean in this world. But I've never stayed in one place this long. Not in... well, it's been a while, anyway. A long while. I'm pretty sure I've already seen most of the cool junk in this country. [She trails off, mentally moving her comm so people can see her. She's got her ax-bass in her grip, and she's leaned up against some wolves, all resting and half-asleep. They're definitely comfortable with her, anyway.
She looks a little worse for wear - hair even wilder than usual - probably with a few twigs or leaves in it - dirt all over, some scuffs and rips in her clothes. And is that some dried blood smeared around her mouth? Might be. A little bit. ... Yes. IT'S NOT HUMAN BLOOD OKAY. Red stuff is hard to come by out here. All in all, another reckless adventure, one she's been out on for a few days now. She's been vanishing on trips like this more and more since she got hit with fear toxin, flying out somewhere into the wilderness. Somewhere, anywhere she can be alone.
Marceline finally stops playing, wiping at her mouth. She's unfocused, venting.]
I shouldn't need anyone's permission to travel where I want, and I'm definitely not a hero. Never have been. Some of you peeps saw that last month. [When she attacked a bunch of people during Fearfest.] I just want to be an artist. Go where the wind takes me.
[She's quiet for a long moment, tilting her head back to look at the sky and sprawling her arms out over two of her wolf buddies.]
... They're gonna blow themselves up, and I don't wanna be here when it happens. [Again.] Come on, any of you brainlords any closer to getting us home? Is Lachesis feeling chatty?
Instead it's at a weird sort-of-upwards angle, showing high pines and a clear starry night. She's well away from the city, wherever she is. Off-screen, she's strumming a certain riff.]
I feel so stuck here. Not... here, here. This is, like - I think I'm in Washington State? - I mean in this world. But I've never stayed in one place this long. Not in... well, it's been a while, anyway. A long while. I'm pretty sure I've already seen most of the cool junk in this country. [She trails off, mentally moving her comm so people can see her. She's got her ax-bass in her grip, and she's leaned up against some wolves, all resting and half-asleep. They're definitely comfortable with her, anyway.
She looks a little worse for wear - hair even wilder than usual - probably with a few twigs or leaves in it - dirt all over, some scuffs and rips in her clothes. And is that some dried blood smeared around her mouth? Might be. A little bit. ... Yes. IT'S NOT HUMAN BLOOD OKAY. Red stuff is hard to come by out here. All in all, another reckless adventure, one she's been out on for a few days now. She's been vanishing on trips like this more and more since she got hit with fear toxin, flying out somewhere into the wilderness. Somewhere, anywhere she can be alone.
Marceline finally stops playing, wiping at her mouth. She's unfocused, venting.]
I shouldn't need anyone's permission to travel where I want, and I'm definitely not a hero. Never have been. Some of you peeps saw that last month. [When she attacked a bunch of people during Fearfest.] I just want to be an artist. Go where the wind takes me.
[She's quiet for a long moment, tilting her head back to look at the sky and sprawling her arms out over two of her wolf buddies.]
... They're gonna blow themselves up, and I don't wanna be here when it happens. [Again.] Come on, any of you brainlords any closer to getting us home? Is Lachesis feeling chatty?
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