Marceline walked to what appeared to be the Nox Animus Guildhall. She looked at Draconius, who stood at her shoulder, not moving a wing. The Vampire Queen rose her hand and threw her black hair backwards, smiling. It was night time, so she didn't need an umbrella to protect herself. She doubted if attacking a citizen of Noximus that same day, since it appeared that she would cause a wrong impression, so she limited herself to walking towards the Guildhall.
Marceline wasn't wearing anything special, just a pair of black ripped jeans, black leather boots, a grey shirt and a red and black square pattern shirt. It was quite something unformal, something that a Vampire Queen wasn't supposed to wear.
But Marceline didn't care. She was going to tell the guildmaster of her identity, to prevent future surprises, and if he decided to believe her, well, if not, well, it was his problem. She remained there, still a Vampire Queen.
So Marceline pushed the guild doors open and entered them, a grin on her face. '' Good evening.'' She greeted, looking at her guildmates.
Marceline wasn't wearing anything special, just a pair of black ripped jeans, black leather boots, a grey shirt and a red and black square pattern shirt. It was quite something unformal, something that a Vampire Queen wasn't supposed to wear.
But Marceline didn't care. She was going to tell the guildmaster of her identity, to prevent future surprises, and if he decided to believe her, well, if not, well, it was his problem. She remained there, still a Vampire Queen.
So Marceline pushed the guild doors open and entered them, a grin on her face. '' Good evening.'' She greeted, looking at her guildmates.