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[patheticvillain]

[Cassel has no idea that anything bad is happening on the ship. In fact, he has no idea where the ship is, a fact that's freaking him out considerably less than it usually would be.]

[Why? Because all around him is weirdness the likes of which he's never seen before. He's seen at least five Batmans in the crowd already, and six Lokis. It reminds him of the hustle and bustle of Carney, with everyone having something to say and something for sale, having to elbow through the crowd to get anywhere.]

[He thinks he's in love with this place.]

[Come find him anywhere at the con, where he will be walking down the booths with a shit-eating grin on his face.]

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[patheticvillain]

I'm a thousand percent sure.

[Just gonna be slapping the shirt away please don't let it touch him.]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

But it'd look so good on you!

[Grinning, he tosses the figurine to Cassel.] Run, Rainbow Dash! Run!

[patheticvillain]

[He catches the figurine dubiously and holds it between two fingers like it's a piece of trash.]

I'm not running anywhere. You're fucking bizarre, you know that? Which one did you get yourself?

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Princess Celestia, of course.

Are you this ungrateful for every gift?

[patheticvillain]

Almost all of them, especially the ones that aren't on my wish list. Didn't I give you one of those?

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Ah right, your wish list. Refresh my memory, what superhero's underoos did you want? I'm sure we could get them autographed here.

[patheticvillain]

I was instructed by an expert in the field that the correct answer to this question is Deadpool.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Let's get on it, then.