#c:marceline

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Cisco was sitting at his desk sighing as he was reading the latest news about what ARGUS was doing now. Letting out a breath, he glanced up towards the ceiling as he leaned back in his chair. There was only so much now before he was going to get found out. Having a split second thought, Cisco opened his desk drawer and fiddled with the vial he had kept in there that contained the metahuman cure. He didn’t want it to come to that, but if he had to, he would use it. His mind stopped as he heard a knock on his down. Shutting the drawer quickly, he straightened up and fixed his glasses. “Um...it’s open,” he called out as he folded his arms on the desk. 

@marcelinedeleon

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@rp-collector liked for a starter from my wastelander

It’d just been the two of them this time around. Butter wasn’t there as their buffer, and the job they took on was incredibly lax this time around. He looked over at her, letting the silence sit for a little bit longer before speaking. “Where’d you find a colourful scarf like that?” He asked. 

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@ablehearted liked for a starter from Marceline

Marceline had been inducted into the community when he was found wandering on his own in the wild. The large man could handle himself easily, but how could he say no to the invitation? It was rare that he was able to interact with people; and it’d felt like a millennia since he could sit down and relax without worrying about looking over his shoulder. “Really good set up here, real nice. I’m surprised it hasn’t been overrun yet.” He commented. 

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@betterhealing liked for a starter from my wastelander

The dirty blonde man had several books laid out in front of him; along with a few of his tools and weapons. He’d made himself at home at the Followers of the Apocalypse’s outpost when he was introduced to all this information. Marceline had never been a smart man. His family was intelligent for their kind but he didn’t retain much.

Despite this, he was sure as hell ambitious , and when presented with all this new knowledge offered to him freely, he dove in deep. “Do you have any duct tape?” He asked, talking with familiarity towards the other. He didn’t know the man he was asking, but Marceline was always immediately comfortable around trusting people with no qualms around awkwardness albeit without manners.

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@jedicollins liked for a starter for my wastelander

“It’s called a knife dart.” Marceline told the woman. He held up the dagger that had a dart duct taped to it. “Not one of my most best inventions but you can put poison on the dart and I think that’s what makes it work.” 

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“Yes, besides that.” Marceline replied, seemingly completely unphased by the man’s snark. He’d taken a nasty fall and so Marc was simply showing some concern for it. Now that the man wasn’t hurt, he wasn’t too worried about him. “My name is Marceline.”