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

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.

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The wings were enough to stop Marceline in her tracks, confounded. Trolls had wings too? Well wasn't that something else. She hefted her bass over her shoulder and grinned, at least hoping to look confident, rather than like someone caught in the act of doing something incredibly stupid.

"Headed out to kill some monsters, no big thing."

Vriska gave her a once over, sizing her up. And then she shrugged, because this worked to her advantage. She needed to feed their lusus today anyway. She could get a sizable haul to keep her satiated for longer if there were two people doing the killing. And well, if this girl got herself killed, Spidermom could have a non-monster meal. Either way it worked in her favor, so why not?

"I prefer to fight them at night buuuuuuuut, I'll do you a favor and help you out."

In all honesty Marceline hadn't been expecting the offer, and she had to wonder how much help a little troll girl with butterfly wings could be, but a thought filtered through her head. If there were two people, that was two times the monsters that could be taken out. Fewer things to possibly hurt anyone- especially her when she wandered around at night. She found herself grinning again.

"They're weaker in the day, it's a tactical advantage. Let's go."

"It's a better challenge at night. Not that they're much of a challenge for me anyway. I'm out of their league."

Vriska shrugged, flitting closer as she pulled her dice out. This could be fun. Like killing throngs of imps all over again. And she could take her anger at the tower out on its stupid monsters. Yeah, that'd make her feel better about Kanaya disappearing.

"Start walking and let's find some enemies."

Dice, Marceline noted idly. It was certainly an odd weapon, but in a world with magic running rampant it wasn't the oddest one she'd ever seen. She wasn't certain about the troll girl's boasts but she kept those doubts to herself.

"Dunno, I get a weird feeling about some of those ones running around at night. And pssh, please. Walking's so lame." Marceline laughed- it was so much easier to float, and it looked cooler anyway.

"Bluh bluh, humans worry too much!" Vriska rolled her eyes, chalking this girl up as an easy victim. Anyone who worried that much about the tower's monsters would never last long. Maybe Spidermom would have an actual meal after all.

She shrugged, flitting down the hallway. "Walk, fly, I don't really care! Just start moving."

Human! Well, it had been a LONG time since she'd been confused for that (actually, had she ever? She'd been a strange looking child too...) and Marceline wasn't too sure how she felt about it. Still, it wasn't of any matter, the task at hand was fighting monsters. And regaining perhaps a little of her damaged pride.

She zipped away, as fast as she could, a laugh on her lips. "Try and keep up," she called.

Oh, is this a challenge now? Well, Vriska's definitely not going to be bested by something silly like a race! So she followed after her, wings beating quickly to catch up. Who knows, maybe they could have a competition to see who could kill more monsters. That would be interesting. If this girl could fight, anyway.

"Try not to get killed!"

She kept an eye out for any signs of monsters. She sort of wished they were as many in number as the imps from Sgrub were, instead of just being here or there.

If she could stop Marceline would be laughing even harder- get killed? Her? She's not been around for a millennium to get killed by one of these little things. And she'd say as much if she didn't see something off a little ways.

Her axe is at the ready in seconds, and she can practically feel her nerves buzzing- in anticipation, mostly, not so much fear. "Less blabber, more dead monsters!" she calls.

"Whatever!"

Vriska stopped her advance to toss her dice to the floor. One force of luck later, and they landed on eights. 8^y. Her Ancestral Awakening, which was really the best way to handle a bunch of monsters. Maybe later she would show off with the guillotine. After the glowing blue aura passed, she was left rocking a different outfit and gripping a sword.

She dashed forward, to where she saw a shadow moving. It wasn't her style to let monsters come to her. Especially when she's got her greatness to prove.

Marceline hardly spared a glance back, until the blue light faded from behind. A costume change? At this point? It didn't seem to have slowed the troll girl down any, and had given her a weapon that actually looked useful. Maybe she could be useful after all.

Another shadow flitted past, and Marceline leveled her axe to face it. Best to worry about herself and the opponent in front of her, rather than anyone else.

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

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