27: [Action/Video] Heat of the Moment

[dashboardlite]

Dean starts out the day just fine.  He thinks it's a little weird that he wakes up with morning breath hearing Asia's Heat of the Moment (the latter being more unusual than the former), but who doesn't rise from their mattress with a song in their heart?  Or...rather...their mind?  Brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth out in the sink reminds

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[battleaxebass]

[While he's making his post, a strange looking bat flies into the kitchen, making little squeaking noises. It knocks into the doorframe with an "ow!" and then proceeds to crash-land on counter.]

This blows! Stupid echolocation doesn't flipping work...

[dashboardlite]

[Please excuse Dean while he scrambles the Hell back. He might be a little rusty, but he feels something wrong already.

Even if vampires don't actually turn into bats in his world. Anything is possible here.]

...The Hell are you?

[battleaxebass]

[Yeah really great luck to be a blind vampire and land right in front of a demon slayer. :|]

[Marceline waves her little arms around in the air, trying to paw her way about. She slowly flies in the direction of the refrigerator.]

What does it look like? I'm a vampire. Now help me find something red-- I can tell where stuff is but I can't see the color. And I'm hungry.

[Yes, her first course of action is to boss people around. It comes with being the queen.]

[dashboardlite]

...I hunt vampires. What makes you think I'm gonna help you?

[Just FYI.]

[battleaxebass]

[Ugh, hunters. Of all the stupid places... Marceline turns around and returns to her humanoid form, glowering at a spot a few feet to the left of where Dean actually is.]

Look, I'll be happy to fight you to the death after I've gotten something to eat. Now be a gentleman and help a blind girl find a tomato or some jell-o or whatever.

[She floats back around to open the fridge.]

I need to get myself some proper henchmen already...

[dashboardlite]

[Dean moves carefully over to one of the cupboards and pulls out a large bowl of red cherries. He sets it on the counter.

And then sits faaaaaaar on the other side.]

...there.

[battleaxebass]

Ah, there we are! Awesome.

[Marceline takes a huge handful of cherries and sinks her teeth in them. There's a slurping sound, and right before your eyes, the red color of the cherries drains away until they're all gray.]

Ahh, much better. That was a good shade.

[dashboardlite]

[What. The ever-loving fuck. Is going on here. More unconventional vampires that make no goddamn sense, that's what.]

...you drink the color.

[Hold on, he's processing this.]

[battleaxebass]

Yeah. Blood is okay, but it's the color that I really like.

[She floats up to sit on the counter.]

So? Still want to slay me? I did say I'd give you a go.

[dashboardlite]

[Dean stares for another moment.

...

.....

.......okay, the moment's gone. He resumes eating his pie.]

Nah. If you start suckin' blood I'll cut your head off, though.

[battleaxebass]

[Marceline cackles. Dean you so funny.]

Ha ha ha! I'm pretty hard to kill, but I'd say that'd do it!

So what's wrong with you this morning? I may be a bat, but I'm not normally blind.

[dashboardlite]

[Yeeeeah you weirdo vampire, he's totally funny.]

I can't taste anything. [Shrug.] But when I lick stuff I taste songs.