...As the struggle seemed to go on, I decided...

[queenofbass]

Characters: Marceline and anyone hankerin' for a slice of monster fighting.
Setting: The hallways and anywhere monsters might be.
Format: Starting in prose but I'll be glad to match you!
Summary: Marceline is tired of these lumpin' monsters in her lumpin' space, and she intends to do something about it. Even if it means she's going about it alone (though hopefully not for long).
Warnings: Probably blood and gore. Marceline learning new words depending on who joins. Will update if it changes.

She had taken the strings off her bass in preparation- she didn't have many after all, and she didn't know if she'd be able to get more. The connection for her amp had been stopped up by a little carved dowel, and Marceline was ready for this. She'd been watching the new guests in the tower, the ones who didn't seem confused as to why they were there. The ones they'd all fought when this place went topsy-turvy. There were fewer in the day. Weaker ones. It was a common tactic, take out the enemy while they were weakest. And while she normally wouldn't want to lower herself to such tactics, Marceline knew it was the only real chance they had. Fewer people were awake at night. And the stronger ones came out then. She wasn't taking chances.

With that thought in her head, she tugged her wide-brimmed hat on (no sense in taking chances with that either), made sure her gloves were pulled up, and set out, floating off with her axe in hand. It was time to kick some butt and do something about making sure this place she seemed to be forced to call home for the time being was going to be safe.

Comments

[queenofbass]

A loner too, huh? Marceline was still wrapping her mind around the fact that there were multiple versions of Suzaku's world, but she felt a little better that she wasn't the only lone survivor.

"Oh..." she mumbled, amazed. He didn't look any older than she did (though admittedly appearances were very deceiving), and he was a soldier? "I'm sorry... guess war is a universal constant, huh? Sucks. It makes kids grow up too fast."

[swordofzero]

"It seems to be yes, was there war in Ooo also?" He looked down at her last comment, it did make kids grow up fast. He hadn't truly been a child since he was nine years old and faced his father angrily, knife in hand believing that he could save Japan.

[queenofbass]

"There was, when I was a kid." she shrugged. "Practically before I was born. I remember playing around ruins, it was just a way of life." It had been a wake up call when her father had explained the reason all the homes were burned out and why there were skeletons in the streets.

"Funny thing is, no one even remembers why it was fought. Just that it happened." Marceline reclined, as calm as anything. "Probably over ideology or something, though, isn't that how wars are?"

[swordofzero]

Suzaku frowned, he had been lucky enough to grow up with only the threat of war. There were children in Japan who had never known a world without war...

"Ideology or land, wars tend to be fought over resources, or a drive for more land and control." He looked down.

"But there was peace afterwards?

[queenofbass]

"Yeah, took a while for the world to recover." Marceline nodded, thinking back to growing up in that land. Was there ever another war? "Aside from some little skirmishes, nothing the people couldn't handle, pretty much peaceful."

She looked confused. "Was there ever peace in your world?"

[swordofzero]

Suzaku nodded, he knew his world would, he didn't believe the world had ended and Anya had seemed to come from his future, which made sense since she arrived here after him, but time and worlds all seemed to be mixed up here anyways. But the world she knew was recovering.

He blinked at the question, "Once probably, Britannia has been slowly taking over everything for a long time. My country was the eleventh that they have conquered."