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[saylikewhat]

WHO: Marceline and YOU and maybe also some pterodactyls if you so desire
WHERE: The sky! Also the tops of buildings and shit.
WHEN: ALL THIS WEEK AND ALSO LAST WEEK SO I HAVE AN EXCUSE FOR DINOSAURS during, of course, nighttime. If you want to specify a date or time, feel free to do it in the subject heading!
WARNINGS: extreme spoonovers home

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[saylikewhat]

[Thankfully, Marceline's hair is pretty much this horrible prehensile mass which she can rearrange at whim! Nevertheless, she's interested in the source of said wind, so she starts flying towards where she imagines it's coming from.

And oh hey, it's some dude! She smiles in that toothy conspiratorial way while still hovering in the direct path of onea dem wind blasts (spoilers her hair is absolutely terrible), then cups her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. And SHOUTS.]

Hey, guy! What's with all the blowing?

[saylikewhat]

[She zooms on in a little more, looking interested!]

That's pretty cool. So you use the wind to lift yourself up? [This is without question the most intellectual thing Marceline is going to say in this entire log.]

[hardonic]

[that is a lot of dinosaurs

and crazy bitches flying

okay maybe just one crazy bitch flying but you know flying prehistoric raptors tends to multiply the effect of anything notable within range so excuse him if he's exaggerating a bit.

anyway this cool kid is sitting on a roof sippin' a sip on a bottle of apple juice and wondering if pterodactyls are genetically inclined to hate his guts too]

[saylikewhat]

[Most of the pterodactyls are in fact pretty chill, except for the occasional snapping-up of a bug or a small bird! NO I'M JUST KIDDING they fucking hate him, and as a.... flock..... or whatever you call it with dinosaurs..... passes this particular coolkid, their dinosaur eyes practically narrow in loathing, except they don't because that would be stupid.

Marceline, meanwhile, is just kinda floating above them, near enough to notice this and rude enough not to care yet! There's some squawking, and two or three of them dive in his general direction. Shit's so Jurassic, man.]

[hardonic]

[impact in three, two...]

[he jerks back and rolls back onto the roof proper.] FUCKIN' TITS-! [in a flash he has his half-sword out. he swings it at the sky.] Back off, motherfuckers, I am not in the mood for a samba!

[just_daine]

[ IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE, IT'S-- no wait, it's actually a bird. Daine has transformed herself into a little sparrow to go ask the dinosaurs what they are. ]

< Hello? Excuse me? >

[ooc | < Anything in these brackets is in animal language. > ]

[saylikewhat]

[She may be a bat sometimes, but Marceline doesn't notice anything amiss. Until one of the pterosaurs screeches in response! It's something along the lines of "hello", with a followup "are you food?" She looks over in their direction, hair whipping in a phenomenally stupid way.]

Dang, man. [yeah she's.... she's talking to a dinosaur.] What did you say about my mother?

[just_daine]

[ She flutters indignantly. ]

< No, I'm not. I'm Daine. I've never seen anything like you, though. >

[ Her tiny bird head nods toward the vampire. ]

< Why is she asking about her mother? Does she understand us? >

[saylikewhat]

< Is that what it says? > [The pterodactyl in question does the pterosaur version of a Kanyeshrug, which is to say not very much.] < No, she knows nothing. I do not understand it. >

[Marceline would presumably say something along the lines of ARE WE GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE THIS OUTSIDE, but she seems bored. Instead, she starts humming, but she keeps an eye out for the two of them, noticing the sparrow for the first time. The pterodactyl continues!]

< How do you speak? >

[cosplayparty]

[ this hitman is sitting on top of some random tall building in a ridiculously cliche superhero outfit, complete with mask and dorky cape and not even giving a damn.

either he's spying on the people in the city or scouting around looking for a pterodactyl to nab whenever one got too close. dinosaurs are cool, and he could think of a million ways to tease people with a flying dino. ]

[saylikewhat]

[She's just kind of passing by and oh my god, what is that guy even. Obviously he's some kind of hero, but it's the tiny.... vaguely monkey-esque stature that has her interest piqued. Is he like six or what? Time to find out.

Marceline swoops on in and leaves the pterodactyls behind, scoping him out. The definition of "scoping him out" might include considering stealing his dorky cape, but thankfully she decides against it. From a few feet above him:]

Hey, man. Sup?

[cosplayparty]

[ looking above him at this girl flying around. this must be the one who was laughing so loud a bit earlier. interesting! he adjusts his mask and decides to put on a little superhero act. when in rome, and he was from italy and all that jazz. ]

Good evening, citizen! Fine evening this is!

[saylikewhat]

[She continues flying, getting a little lower as she circles around him like a fish in an aquarium! That isn't the comparison Marceline herself would pick, of course, it's clearly not awesome enough.]

Yeah, man, whatever. So! You're a hero, huh?

[nottheglamour]

[someone flying through the sky...MJ is not impressed, lol. She'll just continued sitting up on the roof reading her magazine...no that's not strange at all.]