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[ Sometime in the evening - after the sun has gone down - there is a girl floating above the fountain. Just chilling out in mid air, one leg crossed over the over as she cradles what looks like, from a distance, an axe.
And she's playing it?
Ah. Those are strings. This is a bass axe. And Marceline is strumming it as she hovers over the water, singing softly to herself and occasionally twisting and moving in the air to the imagined beat of her song. ]
Gonna go on out there
Find out who brought me here and
Make them see
This just isn't the place for me
Gonna make them regret
... man, that totally sucks.
[ She stops playing to tune her bass instead, floating down to the ground so she can sit on the edge of the fountain instead. She keeps talking, but it's definitely not to any curious passerby. ]
Glad I found you, baby. Dad would be pre-tty mad if I lost you. Not that he's here. Whatever. [ Shrugs and keeps working.
Depending on who approaches her, she will do one of two things:
A) greet them casually.
B)
Pick your poison! ]
And she's playing it?
Ah. Those are strings. This is a bass axe. And Marceline is strumming it as she hovers over the water, singing softly to herself and occasionally twisting and moving in the air to the imagined beat of her song. ]
Gonna go on out there
Find out who brought me here and
Make them see
This just isn't the place for me
Gonna make them regret
... man, that totally sucks.
[ She stops playing to tune her bass instead, floating down to the ground so she can sit on the edge of the fountain instead. She keeps talking, but it's definitely not to any curious passerby. ]
Glad I found you, baby. Dad would be pre-tty mad if I lost you. Not that he's here. Whatever. [ Shrugs and keeps working.
Depending on who approaches her, she will do one of two things:
A) greet them casually.
B)
Pick your poison! ]
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If you didn't want someone talking to you maybe you should keep it in your head.
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[ She floats up higher, continuing to give him a disapproving stare. ]
Just who do you think you are?
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[And he'll just look up at her with huffed cheeks.]
Name's Cross Blanchard. What about you?
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[ She cradles her bass again and starts to strum. ] ... I guess I could understand if you just couldn't get enough of these cool beats. They are pretty sick.
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[Because clearly this is a priority.]
As for your music...hmmm, well, it's pretty good. At least from the snippet I heard.
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[ She lifts an eyebrow, then starts playing some chord progressions. ] You know it. I've only had, like, a thousand years to perfect my craft.
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[He places his hands behind his head as tilts to the side.]
Really? Think I could hear some more if that's the case?