#ngc marcella

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Marcella knocks on the door politely then steps back, waiting for someone to come to the door. Just behind and slightly above her, Marcellus is suspended in the air with a light teal glow, screaming and flailing his arms. "PUT ME DOWN YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!! I DONT WANT TO GO HERE!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH LEMME GO!!!!!!!!!"

The doctor was very much minding their own business and ignoring the faint screaming they heard--until, at least, it appeared right outside their door along with some firm knocking.

Oh dear, they think, setting down their cup of tea. They truly hope no one’s getting murdered right outside their door again. What’s with people thinking it’s okay to stab someone and just leave them outside their clinic?

They open the door to--well, quite a sight, and their gaze drifts upwards to the faintly glowing and floating man before going back down to the young woman in front of them.

They give the pair (of siblings? They sure look alike) a bright smile. “Welcome to my clinic! Do you need anything?”

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probably not shi: i'm like probably not shi: trying to think of how marcella or marcellus or keith would die ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Yummi VIETNAMESE JESUS: keith frays too much ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Yummi VIETNAMESE JESUS: because he's an agletless shoelace ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Yummi VIETNAMESE JESUS: marcellus trips down some stairs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Yummi VIETNAMESE JESUS: because he thought "i'm too cool to tie my shoelaces" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Yummi VIETNAMESE JESUS: marcella doesn't die she's a deity

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I was talking to Shi and said what if Cabe put mascara on Keith while he was sleeping over and Keith didn't notice for all of the next day but EVERYONE ELSE DID.

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marcella gurlll

she turned out to be very fun to draw NICE

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apathetic-alchemy:

Marcella’s concerned expression freezes on her face at the sight of blood spurting out from the stab wound and the body laying motionless on the ground, but it’s really the casual attitude and expression that the man has on his face that sends the warning bells in her head on red alert. Some part of her- the sane part, probably- tells her to leave right now, but she figures she’s capable enough if it came to it, so the smile is back on her face within seconds.

"Well, if you insist! But I just couldn’t keep a clear conscience if I left someone in this state, so would you mind if I patched you up? It wouldn’t take long, I promise."

Cabe's calming down already; his expression relaxes as he looks away from the woman and back at the body behind him, then at his fingertips. He looks curious, almost, and rubs them together mindlessly before looking back up at her, his eyebrows raising a fraction at her smile.

He listens to her offer, his lips easily thinning out into a smile--one quite different than the one he wore before. "Sure," he replies; while he's sure that he'll be more than fine if left alone, why not? Even if she had any malicious intents he doubted that he'd be in any real trouble.

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Marcella: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?" (Either muse is fine uvub)

Cabe looks up slowly from the bloody, still body in front of him, glancing back at the sudden woman that appeared before looking down at the knife stuck cleanly into his own abdomen. "..." He turns towards her swiftly, smiling, leering--his face and fingers are splattered with blood.

"Oh, I'm fine," he replies slowly, his fingers curving around the handle of the blade. "It doesn't--" He pauses for a brief second as he wrenches the knife out of him; blood splatters to the ground and pours out of the slit in his skin, staining his shirt. "--hurt at all."