voicetest!

[rockout]

Hey, mun! You're a big weenie. If you wanna send me someplace, you defs need more confidence. You've got to be, like…hard core.

What are you so scared of? I already said I'd come with. As long as you show me some radical places. Even the Land of Ooo gets old when you've spent the last thousand years trekking around it, you know.

Just be cool, baby. Come back when you've figured out where we're gonna lay it down. I've got aaaaaaall the time in the world.

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[daughters_of_janus]

My my, you're one of the older ones but you don't seem like you care much about the politics little girl.

[Of course vampires without politics seems like a foreign thought, even to Jeanette. When immortals came together someone always wanted something and their own little slice of the undead life.]

[rockout]

Politics? Hahaha, no man, that stuff is the pits. And who're you calling little?

[ Evidently, Marceline's not your average vamp. ]

[daughters_of_janus]

[Jeanette smiled, this girl was alright with her.]

I couldn't agree more. My name is Jeanette and yours?

[Then she paused looking at her curiously.]

Do vampires have clans in your world?

[rockout]

I'm Marceline, the Vampire Queen.

Pfft, no way. I'm a one-girl-band.

[daughters_of_janus]

Vampire Queen?

[That amused her.]

Well the Camarilla use the term prince so it's not that bad of a word to use.

[She smiled a little.]

And clans aren't really a group so much as an off-shoot from the first vampire with their own differences. Powers and faults mostly.

[rockout]

That sounds way more complicated than it has to be.

[daughters_of_janus]

Well don't look at me. It's Cain's fault for cursing our clan founders.

[rockout]

That does sound, uh, pretty hard core.

[daughters_of_janus]

Yeah it's hardcore, until you hear the story about the Toreador that was transfixed by the beauty of the sunrise.

[rockout]

Say what now?

[daughters_of_janus]

Toreador is one of the cursed clans of vampires. They can't stop looking at whatever they find beautiful until they're snapped out of it.

So there are some very few cases of Toreadors being literally frozen in place by the beauty of the sunrise and then- well they're nothing but ash.