She Belonged To Me [Marceline & Kite]

Sweet is the hour and sweeter still
The time we spend together
Celebrate the noble will
The crowning of the king

Slowly, a cloud of ash rolled along the stone streets of Ace of Spades, creeping along like a fog rising during the night. It billowed upward, sections of it reaching outward like legs as they walked along the center of the street, searching for their destination. The ashes, as they crawled along the ground, bounced upward quickly, then let themselves fall gracefully back to the stone. As they fluttered and danced around, the cloud created what appeared to be a dress cloaking a slender and very small body. They compacted together, building a tightly knit cloth and shifting colors as the form moved through the streets, spreading crowds. White was now in place of the ashes' black, flowing around fairly tanned feet that lacked any sort of shoe. Golden hair flowed out from the ashes next, reaching down to the female's heels, but never touching the ground.

A brilliant smile was upon wheat-colored features, green eyes lit up by the sunlight that bathed down upon the small woman. It was as if the sun had known an angel descended upon them, lighting her way even though she was far from holy. She skipped along the streets and looked around at the massive buildings that had formerly been destroyed by a dragon. Streets were decorated in lights, tall lampposts that were gothic and intimidating, but also magnificently beautiful in her eyes. Having never been here before, Marceline Anicetus was awestruck by the buildings and what the city had in store for tourists. Hidden beneath a disguise that Eris had given her after her exam, she had no fear of being found out and captured. However, she was not here for sightseeing; no, she had come to Ace of Spades for another reason unbeknownst to passersby.

She snaked her way through the crowds of civilians, but unfortunately, even in this form, her magic could not be stopped. In her wake, the citizens of Ace of Spades would fall victim to the soul-stealing essence that surrounded the young maiden. Invisible claws gripped at the bodies of the unsuspecting prey, leaving them gasping for air and writhing in pain wherever she walked. Their hands reached out to the child-like figure as if they were calling out to a master to release them from the torment. Never once did she look in the eyes of those that had quickly succumb to the magic that surrounded her very being. No, she continued on down the street until the very floating landscape of Sabertooth's guild hall was visible to her eye. Casting her gaze away, she would spot the Tailspin resting on the ground, bits and pieces of it surrounding its structure.

Giving another glance toward Sabertooth's guild hall, Marceline turned away and headed straight for the open entrance of the ship. Ash trailed behind her as she walked and abrasively, as she approached the opening, she walked up the ramp with a purpose. Her feet never made a sound as she strutted up the metallic creation, eyes staring straight forward as she passed workers. Repairmen who gave her but a glance and ogled her as her form shifted from a child-like figure to a fully grown woman. The white dress she had worn wove tighter against her bodice and the color fell back down into a dark shade of black. One side rose up high on her thigh, where it was possible to see the bikini-like underwear that hid content behind it. Visibly apparent, the dress was torn on the hip of its other side, a cross-stitching the only thing holding it, as well as torn on the breasts in the same pattern.

A crackling overhead would sound into Marcy's ears, putting up red flags as she had not known there was an AI system in Kite's ship. Her head lifted upward, staring a the ceiling like she could see something in the metal of the ship's roofing. She passed by something on the wall, and a fist slammed into the buttons and controls that glowed and shone. The crackling immediately stopped before any words were able to be said over the intercom that had been turned on. Dust crawled up the wiring that was EDI's only way of communicating with the master of the ship hidden somewhere aboard. Its particles spread from the main breaker, corrupting every wiring in the ship's system until they, too, no longer worked.

"Can it, machine," the woman snapped as the system died from the overwhelming amount of death particles. Afterward, Marceline removed her grayed hand from the shadows of the hole and proceeded to walk down the hallway.

Using her ashes effectively, the magus muted the sound of her feet as she walked the corridors and peered into each of the rooms. Seconds later, as she peered into a room that looked to be sleeping quarters, the lights flickered and went out, leaving Kite and her in the dark. A smirk spread across her lips and she inched into the room, hearing heavy breaths of someone working out. She shifted into her ashen form, letting the flecks spread out around the room so that she wasn't noticeable as the lights flickered back on.

"Mh. . . I could sit here and watch you all day; that body of yours is perfect," she spoke diligently into the atmosphere. "Why don't you stand up and let me see the rest of you, surely there are far better parts hidden from view. A certain little asset that I'm interested in the most, from a guy who's proven to have some sort of emotion toward me."

Dark laughter echoed in the room, though she was still not visible to the eye of the A-ranked masterpiece at the center.

"Cliché superhero," she muttered, her voice filling the room a final time.

Junier of GS + Adox

Junier of GS + Adox

Junier of GS + Adox