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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 19pt; color: #000033]✧ MARCELINE ✧[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-left: 1px solid gray; border-right: 1px solid gray; font-family: ebrima; color: white; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]Life was so lame. You supposed it wouldn't be so lame if you actually joined a group and did the unspeakable; made friends. Ew. The thought of actually being friendly made you visible wrinkle your nose. Whatever this dump was, it looked decent enough. It wasn't like you would stay too long anyways. You didn't really commit to much. Friends? You didn't really have any, as aforementioned. Who cared though? It was much more fun to just prank and kill stuff.


    You forgot to introduce yourself. You are Marceline Abadeer and you were here at Prospit to pull some pranks and join the group. You are a black Norwegian cat, though with your shape shifting ability you could change that at practically any time. You also should mention you are a vampire, but some how suffer through such parasitism with eating things of red shades. You currently have a large hat that covers most of you, since you could and would have been burning from the sun if you didn't.


    Yawning, you smiled, revealing your fangs. Pranks would surely ensue from joining here, as you were "a radical dame who likes to play games". True as that may be, you hoped these people would put up with you. You had been almost killed before. Then again, those were also parts of pranks so it was all good. All good in deed.


    Oh. You also forgot to mention, you are not from the Webcomic "Homestuck", though you may later be based on a character. You are, instead, based on Marceline from "Adventure time", and retain much of the vampire queen's attitude, and carefree style. Uncommited is practically your middle name. Not that it is though. Metaphorically that was meant.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]PROSPIT— POSTMASTER — [abbr=(Info.) Your name is JOHN. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for REALLY TERRIBLE MOVIES. You are a PRANKING MASTER. You have a fondness for PARANORMAL LORE, and are an aspiring AMATEUR MAGICIAN. You go by GHOSTYTRICKSTER. You're a POSTMASTER of PROSPIT.]INFORMATION[/abbr] — POWERS — [abbr=You've been playing this game for a long time. You have MASTERED your WIND elemental powers. You can summon winds that travel of speeds up to 250 MPH. 300 MPH if you're REALLY PUSHING IT. But you push on your LIMIT all the time. You can lift and levitate objects that weigh up to THREE TONS while still maintaining DECENT control of your OBJECT. But after that, you just end up DESTROYING the object YOU'RE TRYING TO LIFT. ]GOD TEIR POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=EBONY feline, BLUE EYES, LONG BLUE scarf, thick rimmed GLASSES, bleeds RED BLOOD normally. Can bleed COSMIC RAINBOW BLOOD when bleeding from the HEART. Cosmic blood has OIL like PROPORTIES.]OTHER[/abbr]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Your name is John Egbert. You are from the webcomic Homestuck, but you always used to love adventure time. You decide it’s time to stop breaking the fourth wall, and get down and dirty to greet Marceline.


    The god tier floated over. Hovering circles around the other. He hovered above her, smiling brightly. ”Hello! You here to join? Names Bill cosby. Postmaster here, and technically at your service!” See, he smelled a prankster. That’s why his smile was to big for his own good. He was going to level up his gambit.
    Standing in front of her, the ebony feline smiles. Dorky glasses crooked on his face, slight overbite poking out from his lip. He was waiting for a response, but the way he couldn’t sit still kind of confirmed he was impatient.



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    [color=transparent] #GhostyTrickster

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 19pt; color: #000033]✧ MARCELINE ✧[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-left: 1px solid gray; border-right: 1px solid gray; font-family: ebrima; color: white; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]She snorted. This guy practically screamed "dork". "Bill Cosby, huh? Well I'm Marceline, the vampire queen.", perhaps she was a little self-titled, but no matter. Chuckling, she stuck her tongue out. That was such a lame title! Post master? Whatever that was supposed to mean, it probably was impressive.
    "Mind giving me a tour dude?" she asked, resisting the urge to add 'so I can find your bed easier'. No flirting yet. No pranking yet. She could do this. Adding a firm nod, she smiled at Bill. "Yeah I'm here to join. If that wasn't, ya know, obvious. Almost as obvious as the fact that your name isn't Bill Cosby."[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]PROSPIT— POSTMASTER — [abbr=(Info.) Your name is JOHN. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for REALLY TERRIBLE MOVIES. You are a PRANKING MASTER. You have a fondness for PARANORMAL LORE, and are an aspiring AMATEUR MAGICIAN. You go by GHOSTYTRICKSTER. You're a POSTMASTER of PROSPIT.]INFORMATION[/abbr] — POWERS — [abbr=You've been playing this game for a long time. You have MASTERED your WIND elemental powers. You can summon winds that travel of speeds up to 250 MPH. 300 MPH if you're REALLY PUSHING IT. But you push on your LIMIT all the time. You can lift and levitate objects that weigh up to THREE TONS while still maintaining DECENT control of your OBJECT. But after that, you just end up DESTROYING the object YOU'RE TRYING TO LIFT. ]GOD TEIR POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=EBONY feline, BLUE EYES, LONG BLUE scarf, thick rimmed GLASSES, bleeds RED BLOOD normally. Can bleed COSMIC RAINBOW BLOOD when bleeding from the HEART. Cosmic blood has OIL like PROPORTIES.]OTHER[/abbr]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]”You caught me. Dude, it’s actually Deathtooth Warhammer..” He turned around to the kindgdom, eyes glittering. Holy sh!t he’d been dying to give a tour! ”yeah! I can give you a tour. No problemo!”The ebony feline put his paws on the ground, flinching away from the cold snow for a moment, before starting to pad on. ”vampire queen?” he added as he walked on, snickering. ”That’s a cool title! Almost as cool as Deathtooth Warhammer.” His middle name was Johntron. Obviously. Deathtooth Johntron Warhammer. He was brilliant.


    He deserved a medal.


    He padded on, before stopping, turning his gaze back to her, giving a big, bright smile, little giggles escaping him from time to time. He wasn’t good at hiding when he was about to prank someone. But he did intend to do so this time. So, his laugh may have been a warning that the self proclaimed ‘Pranking Master’ had picked some new prey.


    ”Hehe, you following dude?”





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    [color=transparent] #GhostyTrickster

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 19pt; color: #000033]✧ MARCELINE ✧[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-left: 1px solid gray; border-right: 1px solid gray; font-family: ebrima; color: white; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]"Whatever dude. I'm pretty sure your name is Nicholas Cage. Not Death tooth Warhammer. Seriously, put more thought into your aliases. It's just sad otherwise. ", she sighed, shaking her head in a scornful manner. Yeah whatever. It might benefit her to actually learn his name, but that could wait. She was kind of interested in what this guy was planning.


    "I'm game dude. Just show me around I guess."[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]PROSPIT— POSTMASTER — [abbr=(Info.) Your name is JOHN. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for REALLY TERRIBLE MOVIES. You are a PRANKING MASTER. You have a fondness for PARANORMAL LORE, and are an aspiring AMATEUR MAGICIAN. You go by GHOSTYTRICKSTER. You're a POSTMASTER of PROSPIT.]INFORMATION[/abbr] — POWERS — [abbr=You've been playing this game for a long time. You have MASTERED your WIND elemental powers. You can summon winds that travel of speeds up to 250 MPH. 300 MPH if you're REALLY PUSHING IT. But you push on your LIMIT all the time. You can lift and levitate objects that weigh up to THREE TONS while still maintaining DECENT control of your OBJECT. But after that, you just end up DESTROYING the object YOU'RE TRYING TO LIFT. ]GOD TEIR POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=EBONY feline, BLUE EYES, LONG BLUE scarf, thick rimmed GLASSES, bleeds RED BLOOD normally. Can bleed COSMIC RAINBOW BLOOD when bleeding from the HEART. Cosmic blood has OIL like PROPORTIES.]OTHER[/abbr]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]”Dammit, you’re right.” He just rolled with it. Nick Cage was one hot piece of ass. In a…not homosexual way. For he was not a homosexual. ”And I did! I have a thing for hammers. And Apparently I have an overbite.” He just kind of pretended he didn’t. Even if it made him kind of an awkward and clumsy kisser at times.


    He led the vampire through the gate, gesturing to the side with his paw. He was hovering above the ground, so he was free to do so. ”To your right, is the first set of houses. Near the gates a few have been occupied, but there’s nice living space. You can conjure whatever furniture you need. Just give me a hoot if you want to claim one! In the square, in front of us…there is the fountain. I like to give announcements there. Cronus, the leader likes to give his from the throne room. I kind of feel claustrophobic on the throne room. Even if the roof is super high and the room is super big.” Pause so the heir of breath could breathe.
    ”In the square, most of the houses are taken, due to it’s central position. But you could still choose one, if I find an available one. I uh…I think a new one opened up. And another one might…soon…” He was subtly hinting to something. Because he was going to ask someone to move in with him later. He looked over to her, to see if she was following. Or uh…listening.




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    [color=transparent] #GhostyTrickster

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 19pt; color: #000033]✧ MARCELINE ✧[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-left: 1px solid gray; border-right: 1px solid gray; font-family: ebrima; color: white; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]She blankly stared at him. K, well it was apparent he had an overbite. Not anything less, not anything more. Moving on, she continued to follow her tour guide.


    "I'm cool with not living in the central square. In fact, I'd prefer not to. Don't really like people, ya know? In fact, are there any houses farther away? If not that's cool too" she prided herself with being cool and chill. She wasn't going to throw a fit if the guy didn't know about any caves or something. She could find those on her own anyways. [/fancypost]
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    "Some of the houses towards the outer walls are available, but a majority of them that I've seen are nothing but rubble. Quite dangerous to be around, if I might add." Amaterasu mused as she approached the newcomer and the current Prospitian Postmaster. "You seem to be handling this well, Ghosty. And whom might you be?" The wolf mused, casting her gaze from Ghostytrickster to Marceline.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 19pt; color: #000033]✧ MARCELINE ✧[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-left: 1px solid gray; border-right: 1px solid gray; font-family: ebrima; color: white; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]" Meh. Danger doesn't bother me. Marceline Abadeer. Who are you?", the fluffy pitch coloured feline replied, a lazy smile stretched across her maw. Ghosty huh? She doubted that was all of his name; if it was that was so lame.


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