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WHO: Darkdevil (

bedeviledspider) and Spoonvampire (

saylikewhat)
WHERE: WHEREVER SUPERHEROES PATROL
WHEN: Saturday night at some point? Or another night around now WHO CARES REALLY.
WARNINGS: Possibly the horrible mutilation... of a costume...
SUMMARY: Reilly's costume is beautiful and red! Marceline is starving.
FORMAT: quicklog

[Marceline, for her part, is just doing as she does tonight--flying around, noodling about in the air, and keeping an eye out for interesting stuff! Stuff like the big red something she almost swoops by without noticing. But she does notice it, and since she's actually pretty hungry it's pretty much the equivalent of a big neon restaurant sign! Accordingly, she doubles back and, totally silent for once in her (after)life, starts to float in for a closer look at what whatever or whoever this is is doing.]

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[Magical vampire senses! They sure are a bitch.

She drifts up behind him, takes a second or two to scope him out and decide the obvious--that he's a hero and probably a total weenie--and then moves in for the kill! The figurative one, that is, since although her motion mimics the traditional vampire jugular bite, she's actually just going to try to harmlessly dig her fangs into the costume material behind his shoulder. She would let out a classy warning "BLUH BLEHH" first, but right now she's actually hungry enough to try operating efficiently for once.]

Get off! Before I make you get off!

[He totally hits her in the head, although maybe not as accurately as he could have! And that is why Marceline stays quite embedded in his shoulder, despite giving an indignant "hey!" which sounds more like MMFFF. This is largely due to her totally clinging to his shoulder like a spider monkey. Her subsequent laughter gets muffled by the cloth or whatever it is his outfit is made of.]

Oh, you better make me. Wuss.

[None of this is even slightly intelligible!]

What did you call me? Wuss?! Oh, I'll show you wuss--

[Okay, fire is actually kinda serious! She hisses, flicking a weird snakey tongue at him in distaste, and draws back, the extent of damage to his costume totally up to you. B) With her fangs free, Marceline retreats to hover in the air a few feet from him!]

Man, lame. You look totally uneven now.

Uneven? What is that supposed to...

What did you do to my costume?!

[Using one of those high, dramatic voices one uses when they want to mock someone else's speech in a way that doesn't actually sound a thing like them!] Ooh, what did you do to my costume?

[She laughs, then stops to wipe her mouth off (OF WHAT.....) and remark matter-of-factly:]

Dude, you sound like a total weenie right now.

That doesn't even sound like me!

A weenie? Really? You want to test that, color vamp?

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