Impudent Evil

See how the game of life is never won, you only play Bore him and you will find you're crumpled up and thrown away Clinging to fate and blaming it when life won't go your way Such a laugh HA! Life is just a game Sickly grinning downward, tosses out a pair of dice Cheating way around the board "Ah this is paradise" People praying on their knees but no there to hear Ah; look down at all the puppets here Ah; look up at all the puppeteers Independent Marceline Abadeer account. Please read all pages before RPing; thank you.

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logs out so i can make a new muse

ill be on c-o-r-r-u-p-t-sixthlife though

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One person is craving love;

❤ lamiadaemon

Angelica was on her way home from the store, a brown paper bag held to her chest. Her ‘father’ had sent her out to get some bread along with a few other things. As she made her way back to her home, she ended up collided with someone, causing her to fall backwards, dropping her bag as well as the contents within. “Mi scusi. Ho dovuto guardare dove stavo andando.” Her tone was completely monotone as she looked up at who she had bumped into, blinking her scarlet eyes.

She’d never seen them around before. Just who were they? “Chi sei?” She tilted her head the slightest bit, her expression not changing from a neutral one. And out of habit, she was speaking in Italian. It wasn’t that she couldn’t speak English, she could, quite well actually. It was just that she almost always spoke in Italian.

Confusion wracked Marceline's brain. Human languages that survived in the Land of Ooo... The only one was English. That was all she spoke; and the dead and unheard of ( at least in Ooo ) Spanish.

This was Italian; wasn't it? She attempted a response in Spanish; since the two were similar. "Um, lo siento, no sé lo que dijiste. Yo no hablo italiano, pero yo hablo español e Inglés. Espero que esto sea una buena respuesta suficiente? Está bien. Si usted le preguntara quién soy, soy Marceline, la reina de los vampiros."

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Marceline; having been around during the Great Mushroom War; can speak both English ( what most likely prevailed as the only language after the War ) and Spanish.

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“It’s all interesting. A total wipe out, but there’s still friends and people being born, though we don’t really know how. It’s what makes studying these things to intriguing.” She drained her glass, and looked back to Marcy.

“We can make people, like the Earl of Lemongrab. Candy people aren’t hard to fabricate. But proper flesh is impossible.” Once Bubblegum was in the science zone, she found it hard to think about anything else. Right now the science zone was the meaning of life, in a way. 

What a party person.

Of course Bonnibel Bubblegum would be in science mode. Rolling crimson eyes at first; she relaxed and leaned into the couch. The glass of strawberry - cherry juice was already gone, glass on the coffee table.

"I find it strange too. But this was the Great Mushroom War; remember?"

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The other changed back once he heard that she was joking. He still wasn’t used to the slang used here. “Oh.. sorry. May I ask why?” What a change in attitude. 

"Why what, lil' dude?" She grinned; grabbing the basket of strawberries and her parasol and floating down. Hovering in midair in front of him; it was obvious something was up -- the strawberries were either grey or red. The green tops never changed.

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| o f f l i n e |

Night!

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The drink was sweet, Bubblegum’s preferred flavour. She always felt cannibalistic eating or drinking sweet food, not that it mattered. Just a thought. After a few sips of the juice she sat straight.

“It’s nothing big, I just needed to know how many humans lived in this area before. We’ve been trying to research how Finn could have been born, and how current citizens got such human-esque features. I guess some crazy heavy mutation took place.”

The thought of being a cannibal poked at her mind again, and she tried to brush it off.

"Simon'd know..." She mumbled that to herself; shaking the thought away. "Aa; probably around a few thousand? Finn is probably a long strain of humans. Didn't a human - like clan go underground or somethin'? Perhaps Finn was their baby and shoved to the surface because he wasn't like them. And Jake took him in. I don't know."

"Though now you do have me curious on how Finn was born. He's only what; eleven?" She sipped at her glass, before speaking again. "... Kinda leads to my birth too... What I am or no. But that's a different, not - human topic."

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“Oh?! You wanna go?!” He shouted, half in shock from the others appearance. The prince morphed into his demon form.. well, what he could get out of it from being on Earth and growled at the other.

Reverting back; she laughed. "Calm your jets, dude. I was playin'. Just stop shaking the tree. Knocking my parasol down isn't good."

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Bubblegum nodded attentively. Asking Marceline for help was a bad idea. She should have checked in with Finn or Jake before barging in during the middle of the night. Or was it day for—? Not that the actual timing mattered. It was unemphatic at any time.   

“You’re right. I must just be, um, having an off day. Night. Whatever it is. Your face has done nothing of the sort. Face… rhymes with bass! How is the music going?” She tried to change the topic. Poorly.

"... Please don't make me even more tempted to slam this door in your face." She gave her a piercing stare; before being polite and letting her in. Getting some strawberry juice drink; she added loads of cherry powder to her own to make it red. Handing the pink - clad princess the paler one; she decided to cave in to the first request.

"... What do you want to know?" The second it was uncomfortable; she'd show her the door.

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You know, I’m actually glad to see you. Maybe I’m the one who’s... nuts. { vampire-demon-marceline }

Marceline sighed internally when she had to get up. She normally was never tired. But for once in her 1000 + years; she had a night where she just wanted to sleep. Night. As in, the moon was up. The presence at her door... Was herself.

“What demon trickery is this.”

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“How in the hell am I supposed to call you if I don’t have your number?!” The noirette shouted, continuing to shake the trunk.  Man, Ephai was meeting all kinds of strange people today.

"Stop shaking the trunk!" Obviously this man wouldn't learn; and the ravenette girl would teach him. Morphing into a slight monster - girl mode, she got in his face.

"Stop!"

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The pink haired girl sighed. She never would understand Marceline, and not because she was a thousand years old. She would never understand because the bass player was absolutely insane. 

“If you say so,” the princess’ words were sour, “And your face gave me the impression.” Reading people was important. The suggestion that Bubblegum couldn’t do so was annoying.

"My face did nothing but look at you; what impression could it give?" She snickered; trying to put on the ' I'm fine ' face and aura. It just didn't mix with her dejected body language.

In reality; her body language and mind were screaming for someone to understand the pain of the Great Mushroom War. But no one could except Simon -- the Ice King.

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Yea; it'll be funny! { different-paths }

Marceline sat in a tree with a parasol facing the sun, a hat on her head, and a little basket of strawberries in the other. Gladly sucking the red out of them; she enjoyed her little meal until she heard someone below.

“If you want a queen’s attention; just call. Don’t shake the trunk.”

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“Oh, sorry.” She noticed the disdain on Marceline’s face. Perhaps asking the damn Ice King would have been a better option. Bubblegum never liked the vampire all that much, but intentionally upsetting her wasn’t fair.

“Maybe I should.” She nodded, “Are you okay, though?”

"I'm fine. Totally fine. What gave you the impression I wasn't!? Ahahahaha!" The question before her forced laughter was slightly hysterical. Bonnibel Bubblegum of all people didn't need to worry about her and her memories!

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    彡 ☠ 乀” Vampire Queen? “, Sailor echoed, blinking rapidly at the thought of there even be a queen of the sorts. ” Sailor. “, he replied simply, tugging likely on the sleeves of his too-big grey sweater; which he had proudly stole from his boyfriend’s closet. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed. ” You don’t? Thank, God, because if you did, I would of been running away right now. —That’s a bit odd. Blood grossing a vampire out; like what you’re doing right now? “.

"Exactly like I'm doin' now." She replied; laughing at his response and sucking away the red of another strawberry. The greyish skin and husk was left; falling into one side of the basket. Stretching, she smiled at him; though it wasn't innocent. "Yep; Vampire Queen. Did I tell you my name? If not, it's Marceline."

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@ Baby

/impatiently waits in the heat of eighty something degrees.