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Post by Yuki Tachibana on May 28, 2020 14:42:04 GMT -4
phantom racer SOMETIMES OPPORTUNITY PRESENTED ITSELF IN the most unusual ways. For example, on a particularly uneventful Friday afternoon, Yuki was dragged by a gaggle of girls from their junior high to the local mall. Their plans were little more than “to cause problems on purpose” and much of the time had been spent wandering idly along the broad, tiled paths. When Yuki finally grew tired of the whole thing, they gave a lukewarm excuse of, “I need to go to the bathroom, be right back,” and instead went outside to catch the bus.
How they had wound-up at the mall in the first place was a mystery to them—or why the group had deigned to invite them. They weren’t cheerful and exuberant like other teens—they were outright unpleasant at times, even. No one in their right minds would invite them anywhere. Maybe they’re just stupid, the teen thought drolly, following the cavernous walkway towards the parking structure.
It was then that the toe of the teen’s shoe brushed against something on the pavement, prompting a jingle of sound. Yuki glanced downward.
A rather full ring of keys, laying prone on the pavement.
One key in particular drew their attention—one with a plastic head—a car key.
An intrusive thought wandered its way across the teen’s mind. Could they drive a car while masquerading as someone else? Yuki stooped down to pick-up the key, turning the collection over in their gloved hand.
If the person had dropped their keys on the sidewalk, they might not even know it was gone. Yuki would have ample time to find the car, test their theory, and return the keys with no one the wiser.
Yuki strode into the parking structure, towards a darkened, unoccupied stairwell, and removed one of their gloves while keeping the keys in their gloved hand. They clicked the button experimentally, got nothing—shoot. Yuki tipped the keys into their open palm, which tickled in response to the foreign genetic information. Their skin crawled, twisting higher, going paler. Tendrils of grass-green hair spilled before their eyes, stretching along their torso. Their bust pooched slightly, and their street clothes were gradually overtaken by a rather metropolitan ensemble.
Where a strange, gangly thirteen-year-old had once stood, a thin, attractive twenty-something woman had taken their place.
She knew her name was “Marceline”, because that was something that everyone knew, at all times, even subconsciously. She turned her keys over in her hand. Pinching the car key between thumb and index finger.
Red convertible Lexus, parked in a corner spot near the elevator to lower the risk of potential scratches or dings. Well… that wouldn’t be too difficult to find now, would it? “Marceline” smiled to herself, and began to lilt her way up the stairs, pausing at the first landing as her eyes skimmed for the car in-question. Not there—to the next level!
Their usually-amber eyes glimmered an eager orange, a sly smile upon her face. On the third level of the parking garage, “Marceline” saw her car backed into a nearby space, just as she had predicted.
She clicked the “unlock” button on the key, and the car gave a polite “bwoop-bwoop” in response.
“Sweet~” she sang in delight, striding towards the crimson car. Would the Actual Marceline be baffled by the relocation of their car? Probably. But people forgot where they parked their cars all the time. And “Marceline” would be back long before Marceline got back.
The green-haired woman opened the door and sank into the driver’s seat of the car, trailing the hand that didn’t hold the keys over the cream-colored leather seats.
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Post by Marceline Labelle on May 28, 2020 20:27:32 GMT -4
Marcie herself had plenty of reasons to be at the mall. Of course they could all be boiled down to 'spending money'. As much money as she made counterfitting expensive things and selling them on, she did enjoy spending the big bucks on things for herself. Brand labels never matterred to her much, but if she genuinely liked something. Liked how it rested in her hand, or how it felt against her skin, how it made her look... price suddenly didn't seem like a barrier. She was pulling out her card so much it was very common for the contents of her purse to become a little messed up, jumbled or even... jostled out of place entirely. It was only when she was reaching for her purse again, wanting a bit of loose change to buy a drink when she realized she was missing something. The usual weight of her key chain didn't bump against her fingers... Crap... now she could replicate her keys for cheep whenever she wanted. All she'd need was a set of blank keys and she could use her scanned knowledge to replicate a new set but... No. No reason to panic. Even if someone found them it wasn't like they'd know what they were for and... she'd bought her car legitimately. If it was stolen or damaged she could claim the insurance and get a new one. She ran her fingers back through her hair and calmed herself slowly. No reason to get all flustered just... retrace your steps. Turning about, it didn't take her long to spot her keys, but a fair few strides away from them still, she spotted someone else finding them first. Very briefly her heartbeat spiked but... seeing their face, how young they were... this could be interesting. She always liked to see how someone's brain ticked in moments like this. The whole 'what would you do if you found a wallet' mentality. Now, you'd TELL people you'd hand it into the police but... when you didn't think anyone was watching what would you do. Careful to shift with the crowd, Marceline would do her best to follow them, smirking as they passed a mall security hub and moved right onto the car park. Oh she found him a delight already. Definitely not a boring goody two shoes or anything of the like to say the least.~ She stayed out off to the side, careful to not be seen and watching them curiously... she had an idea in mind if they were to go for a joyride... spook them a little... but he plans changed quickly as she saw their quirk. "... my my. Suddenly they're even more handsome...~" Hardly hiding her vanity as she mumbled to herself, Marcie waited for them to go to the next level before stepping out into the empty (as in devoid of prying eyes) parking lot. A hand rose to her head, her halo forming, and with a flick of the arm downward it descended. Her outfit eaten up and replaced by strands of energy arching from their halo, her hair in a slightly messier state, a gorgeous blonde. Her fine outfit stored into the Halo's memory and replaced with a red dress, heels, and a fur lined jacket. The type typically worn fashionably around the elbows when not actually 'needed' persay. Afterall, this person had their face. They'd know what they look like... she couldn't rock up looking like herself. She'd watching from a safe distance as they entered her car... and then make her own move. Just as the young man had settled in, she'd slip into the passanger side, putting a confident foot forward as she slipped into the passanger seat. "My my, certainly got a trick up your sleeve back there!~" She chimed out as she rested in the passanger seat of her own car... a slightly unusual feeling. She'd rode passanger before but she did enjoy the sensation of driving far more. Crossing one leg over the other, she groaned pleasantly as she stretched her arms over her head, the disguise she was wearing needing a bit of stretching or she'd be feeling tight all over for a fair while, a satisfied sigh flowing out as she leaned back. "So. Stolen keys. Assuming a stolen face... what were you hoping for here?~ Full theft or just a bit of a joy ride?~" She teased with a smirk, hinting at how long she'd been watching them. "Either way, consider me along for the ride... ya know, assuming you don't want me telling tales.~" |
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Jun 8, 2020 23:35:07 GMT -4
phantom racer "MARCELINE" HAD BEEN REVELING IN THE leather interior of the car, tracing the contours of the seats with the palm of her hands, when the passenger-side door of her car opened wide, and an attractive blonde woman slid into the adjoining seat. They were dressed like they were going to a nightclub—at a mall, of all places! Not that “Marceline” was dressed any more appropriately than the new arrival.
“Ehm, excuse me,” the green-haired doppelganger said primly, “What are you doing in my car?”
The woman brightly spoke of a trick, making no indication of leaving the vehicle. Internally, Yuki began to panic—this was the craziest, most illegal thing they’d probably done with their quirk—and here this rando was, sabotaging it. Quirk use was bad enough, but using your quirk to drive a car that wasn’t yours?
As the woman spoke, “Marceline’s” face went stony, her blood running cold in her veins. Yuki was prone to mischief, despite their quiet and unassuming demeanor—but they knew when they were caught. So lying wouldn’t serve them, in this situation.
“Why would I tell you?” “Marceline” demanded, her eyes roiling contemptuously at the question.
That said—Proto-Marceline’s tendency towards secretiveness and egotism was making “Marceline” the Doppelganger more petulant when it came to surrendering answers. It was an unfortunate side-effect of borrowing someone’s face—their personality traits blended with Yuki’s the longer he masqueraded as them.
The threat of tagging-along loosened their lips a little more, but did nothing to improve their dour expression.
“I’m not stealing anything, if you must know,” the doppelganger finally yielded, looking out the front window. Honestly, people could be so stupid sometimes, “Stealing suggests permanently keeping something for yourself. I’m borrowing this car. And this face. I’ll give them back when I’ve had my fun.”
“Marceline” shot a withering glance sideways.
“Why do you care?”
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 9, 2020 5:16:25 GMT -4
Marceline wasn’t sure if this person was trying to imitate her in some way or if they were typically careful with their choice of words and letting out their thoughts, but she didn’t mind so much. It was going to a fun little game of cat and mouse in their conversations and one she certainly wouldn’t mind, with a silver tongue herself at times it wasn’t like she couldn’t enjoy a battle of words, and even if the ‘boy’ before her was willing to open up as they continued to talk Marcie certainly wouldn’t mind getting to know the ‘real them’ either.
“Well I think you’d tell me cause right now we’re both in someone else’s car, and we could both get in a lot of trouble if they walked out of that mall.~ Saw two strangers in their car.~ So, we’re both here, potentially in trouble, practically on the run from the law… why not spill a few beans to your partner in crime?~” She continued playfully, trying to run with a more ‘silly’ persona as they got to know eachother, still getting a mild vibe the boy was perhaps being a little tight lipped on the matter but seeing him open up in some respect being an encouragement for her to continue her playful scheming back with him.
“So a joyride him? Well I better get comfortable.~” She reached for the seatbelt and pulled it down across her torso, before leaning forward to reach for the dashboard. “I’ve always wanted to ride in one of these things…~” She playfully lied, pretending she’d never seen this car before. Pressing a button on the dash once the keys were put in, the roof started to bend backwards over their heads, folding up into the boot compartment, displaying the car’s convertible nature, Marceline all the while stretching out her arms and legs getting comfortable, glancing back to the ‘Marceline’ in the driver’s seat. “So, got a name? Or shall I give you some sly reference name, like ‘baby driver’?~”
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Jun 16, 2020 21:52:41 GMT -4
phantom racer THE WOMAN IN THE PASSENGER'S SEAT had a lilting way of speaking. Her attempt at rationalizing that they were “partners in crime” only made the technical-teenager in the passenger’s seat thin their borrowed eyes skeptically. Partners-in-crime seemed like a title for people who were… you know, more invested in each other’s wellbeing? And this lady just randomly sat in the seat beside “Marceline”. So they were less like partners in crime, and more like ships passing in the night.
“No offense,” the “lady” in the driver’s seat said primly, “But I still don’t trust you. I have no reason to.”
She slid the keys into the ignition, turning them until the car started. The engine purred, clearly a sports’ model car. Without releasing her hold on the key, “Marceline” slid a hand over the steering wheel, which crackled against her palm. That’s what it felt like, anyways—it didn’t look or sound like anything, to the outward observer. The beginning of a new shift, now that a new source of information had been introduced.
Wow, Yuki didn’t know that that was possible. And woo, what a rush it was, to suddenly be receiving all this information about how to drive a car.
The blonde buckled herself in and got cozy, which only earned a brief side-eye from the green-haired woman in the driver’s seat. The hand that had clutched the keys moved the stick-shift in the center console, and the car began to slowly pull-away from its spot. As long as Yuki kept their hand on the wheel, or the stick-shift, the illusion of “Marceline” could be maintained.
Above, the roof whirred away, the breeze whipping the green hair around “Marceline’s” face. This wasn’t good—if they lost their form in traffic, everyone would see. “Marceline’s” gaze darted sideways, searching for the switch with their eyes. The blonde asked their name.
“’Baby Driver’ is fine,” the doppelganger insisted. No use in giving them Marceline’s name, if they knew it was a fake. No way in Hell were they getting Yuki’s real name, “Or you can use her name-“ the doppelganger intoned, poking a finger at their own cheek in an otherwise-cute gesture, if it hadn’t been for their droll expression, “It’s Marceline.”
The car coasted down the ramp, banked cautiously right, and “Marceline” accelerated down another row of parked cars. They’d have to go down a few more levels before being able to truly test what the doppelganger was capable of, in this form.
“What’s your name?” the doppelganger asked, more out of necessity than out of genuine interest. Their fingers found the switch for the roof, and pressed it stubbornly, prompting it to whirr back into place.
If Yuki wasn’t so panicked by the idea of being seen using their quirk, they would have perhaps wondered how the woman knew precisely where to find the switch for the convertible top. But, thankfully, the teen was not so astute.
“Or would you prefer some wacky reference name, too? 'Annoying Passenger'?”
They were thirteen, and still sulking about being joined by a stranger. Expectations for manners should be kept at a minimum.
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jun 27, 2020 15:00:50 GMT -4
"Mmm... well no offense but who would trust a dirty criminal?~" She offered back with her sly chesire smile, both enforcing that the lack of trust was in fact shared between them, and the fake woman beside her was as much a criminal in this moment as she would sharing the space of this car. She looked over to them as they took the wheel of the car, noticing a shift in their features and quirking her brow curiously, wondering what was going through their mind to bring that odd look of elation for a moment. An aspect of their quirk? Just excited to be behind the wheel? Marcie couldn't say... but she was certainly enjoying the look of excitement in their eyes for a moment.~
Seemed he was brave enough to pull out of the parking spot at least, Marcie watching with an odd level of intrigue, genuinely believing the boy could stop at any inch out of the spot and immediately abandon the task. It would be so dissapointing if he did but... seemed he had the guts to go through with it, much to her amusement, just watching him with cunning eyes and a constant smile, with tender glances to the road beneath their wheels as she found comfort in the passanger seat.
"Baby driver it is.~" She chimed back at his adoption of the name, raising her brow however as she realized that the boy seemed to have some knowledge of her true self from transforming into her... or was he some sort of stalker she'd never noticed... she hoped it was the former, but time could tell on that one. In fact- "Oh... I take it you learn some things about those you turn into?~" She asked, again hoping to get an affirmative on that rather than hear the boy was some sort of stalker.
When asked her own name she thought for a moment before recalling the name she used in the villain chat when she'd first found herself using it. "You can call me Mystrem. Or 'annoying passanger' works for me if it works for you, so long as I still get to enjoy the ride with you.~" She winked back across, turning her eyes forward with an idle chuckle. "Marceline... sounds like a pretty name.~" She smiled secretely, enjoying this little ruse the two of them were playing with one another. It certainly was amusing.
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Jul 15, 2020 20:42:35 GMT -4
phantom racer THE TEEN'S MOOD WAS NOT going to lighten-up any time soon, it would see, because each annoyed snap was met by a singsong response. Well… at least one of them was having fun. Apparently someone trusted a “criminal” because someone had clambered right into the passenger’s seat for the ride. “Marceline’s” fine features scrunched into something undeniably annoyed.
As the woman intuited that “Marceline” not only looked like the person they were disguised as, but learned some things about them, “Marceline” cast them a glance that was… for once, not withering… just shy of “dispassionate” maybe.
“’s why I wanted to try driving, yeah,” they admonished, “Like… I know I can get… basic information, when I wear a different face… but… I never tried something… that requires skill?”
And Yuki’s parents would never let them experiment with their quirk in such a way. They’d accommodate Yuki’s quirk, sure—help it so he didn’t accidentally shift—but they’d never let him test his limits. That was against the law.
“Marceline” puffed-out her cheeks and exhaled as her car came to the exit. There was a hard line of shade within the garage—soon she’d be out in the light.
“Mystrem,” the doppelganger reiterated, “Sure, I don’t see why not. It’ll be a short ride. I can’t hold forms for too long, and I’d rather not crash the car. That’s… hard to walk away from.”
The doppelganger pulled away from the stop-sign, and into the sunlight, one of their hands caressing the stick-shift.
The layout of the mall was such that the massive building was flanked, on all sides, by parking lots and parking structures alike. Around the outermost perimeter, a street with periodic stoplights, stop signs, and roundabouts, almost like a track. Yuki doubted that he could complete the entire loop in one shift… but he’d go as far as he could in this form.
The car accelerated—then, naturally, the doppelganger shifted gears. Their eyes knew where to look, their body knew when to switch from first gear to second. This is so cool!!
A rare smile flickered across the doppelganger’s features, a thrill of excitement blooming in their chest.
“No way,” “Marceline” muttered. She approached a roundabout, feathering the break, moving the car back into first-gear.
They could drive when wearing someone else’s form. They eased to a stop, waiting for the coast to clear, before accelerating once again, their long hair whipping in the wind. Again, the doppelganger felt when they were supposed to shift, their hand pulling the stick-shift.
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jul 21, 2020 7:08:50 GMT -4
Mystrem's brow rose curiously as she took in the details of what the person before them was saying. So they could take up the skills of those they copied, and knowledge of what they could do... Marceline's own quirk was easier to adapt visually. She only needed to see someone, study them, to potentially take a similar form. It could be done through multiple picture referances if she truly took time and dedication to examine them, this person seemed to need something more for that... but the potential rewards were far greater. Marceline could have all the pictures possible and imitate a super star, but the moment someone asked her a personal question she'd be stumped. This person seemed like they'd potentially be able to skip out on that risk, at the expense of needing some other source to make the shift to begin with.
"I see... well, if push comes to shove i can take the wheel, but for now I'm more than happy to just enjoy the ride.~" She offered across a sly and cheeky wink, tilting her chair back a little and resting her arms behind her head. She shifted briefly as the driver seemed to take what little time they had and used it to the fullest, a rush of excitement running down her own spine as she shifted to sit more upright in her own seat, running a hand back through her hair as she did so. "My word...~ You certainly picked up some tricks...~" She mostly just enjoyed the ride but... she had to say a part of her was just straight up impressed, and as they drove with the top down she was eager to learn more about the person beside her. "Is this usual for you? Taking forms and enjoying yourself? I don't think I'd be able to help myself either if I had your quirkly talents.~"
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Jul 30, 2020 20:19:59 GMT -4
phantom racer "MARCELINE" GRIMACED AT THE OFFER. Mystrem was willing to “take the wheel” once “Marceline” unshifted? That implied that the doppelganger wanted to stick around—or moreover, that the doppelganger trusted Mystrem enough to be a willing passenger of theirs.
“So you can drive me to the police station?” the green-haired woman intoned, her dispassionate, orange gaze focused out the front window. As she glanced at the sideview mirrors, she leveled a droll look at Mystrem, briefly. In any other context, the foreign-looking blonde would seem undeniably attractive. But for “Marceline”, they were still just a threat.
They were quiet, for a few beats, as Mystrem continued to pry. Did they always use their shapeshifting to just… enjoy themselves? “Marceline’s” gaze darkened slightly, her expression growing drawn. The car rolled to a stop sign.
“…not really, no,” she confessed, “My parents don’t think I should use my Quirk at all… like… ever.”
“Marceline” fussed with the stick shift, pushing it back into first gear before pulling away from the stop. She could feel that familiar twinge in her hands—kind of like a hand-cramp. The form was going to slip soon. She needed to find a parking spot. They urged the car faster, speeding towards a turn-lane before banking left into the rows of the parking lot once again.
“Not that that stops me, but…” Marceline continued to mutter, “It’s still… pretty new, I guess.”
The car crept forward, coasting past rows-upon-rows of occupied parking spaces. The doppelganger needed enough time to park the car and make their escape before their form slipped altogether. Should they take the keys and return them? Or leave it to Mystrem?
Then again… if Mystrem was deviant enough to get into a car with a stranger, who was to say that they wouldn’t steal the car themselves after “Marceline” got out? Yuki would have to take the keys to Lost and Found, perhaps under an entirely different disguise.
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jul 31, 2020 12:31:28 GMT -4
Mystrem scoffed in disbelief at the accusation that she’d be driving this poor chap to the police station, snickering into her palm briefly and maybe going overboard as she pretended she was ‘struggling for air’ for a second or two before sinking back, relaxed into her chair, even tilting it back a few notches to take on an extra comfortable state as she gazed up to ‘Maceline’s’ side. “Oh yes, that’s absolutely what I’ll do. Deliver you to the police station in a stolen car. I think your paranoia might be stronger than your mind there dear…~ But hey, I can understand the distrust…~” She loosely stretched out her arms in the air behind her head, stretching out the legs in her footwell and sighing contently. “It’s a good defensive mechanism… an amusing one to me, but a good one nonetheless. You should never really trust anyone… only pretend to.~”
Her seat up-righted as they paused at a stop sign, curious why they had but the answer was simple enough. She listened to the poor dear tell their story as brief as it may be… parents forcing him to suppress what made him unique… what, in Mystem’s eyes, made him ‘fun.’~
Marceline could see from his shifting eyes he wasn’t quite settled, he was looking for something… a parking spot maybe? Well it was easy to justify someone just forgetting where they parked so any should do so long as it was in the parking lot, but his urgency to find one was what was most interesting… Marceline’s own disguises didn’t have a time counter but they could be worn, damaged, only re-vigorated so many times without her growing weak and tired from the process. As they continued to drive her tone became far more serious and firm.
“Running out of time?” She’d ask. Glancing back to him. “Put the hood up. Don’t want the cameras to see you turn back. There’s plenty in the parking lot.” She hoped one hadn’t caught him before in fact. She was careful to make sure she transformed herself somewhere she wouldn’t be so easily caught out herself. “Besides. I have a trick I can show you before you go. One I’m sure will get us both out of trouble.” She offered with a sly smile but a genuine tint to her eyes. Without meaning to encroach on their space, she’d very gently lay a hand on the side of their arm. “I know you don’t trust me… but at least pretend to for a moment. For both our sakes.~”
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Sept 1, 2020 0:52:45 GMT -4
phantom racer "MARCELINE" PUFFED HER CHEEKS OUT at the woman’s derision. Yeah, she was being paranoid and not entirely smart about the whole ordeal. But she also knew that she was breaking the law by taking this car for a joy-ride, and she still thought that Mystrem was little more than a “concerned citizen” trying to do the right thing. And even if it sounded like Mystrem was praising “Marceline’s” mistrust, Yuki couldn’t help but feel that they were being laughed-at, too.
“I mean, it’d be the perfect crime-story, right?” “Marceline" countered, smiling humorlessly, “‘Car thief delivered to cops in the very car they took for a joy ride’? I’d read that book.”
A frown creased “Marceline’s” fine features. Was that a certain, youthful plumpness appearing in her cheeks, that wasn’t there before? Was her hair starting to go darker at the tips?
The change in the woman’s tone made “Marceline” tense slightly, though she was treading towards a territory where she didn’t look quite like “Marceline” but not quite like “Yuki” either. Their tendrils of flesh were starting to uncoil and revert, and therefore sat in some middle-ground. The anxiety on their features was clear now.
The teen found a parking-spot, pulling-in fluidly, and then flicked the switch to draw the roof of the car back up over the pair. One hand, all the while, clutched the steering wheel, trying to cleave desperately to the form that they’d donned. The top made its laborious progress into the “closed” position. They were sheltered from view of the cameras.
Mystrem reached for Yuki’s arm, and the teen flinched, releasing the steering wheel. Their disguise finally slipped altogether, like a spool of thread uncoiling. Curtains of green hair retreated into the teen’s skull, going dark brown and unkempt. Their attractive peachy skin resumed its deathly pallor. Finally, a form befitting the youths’ dire personality.
She was pleading Yuki to trust her-- he could hear the feline delight in her tone. He’d been caught. He was the canary, she was the cat. Yuki lifted his yellow-orange gaze, reluctantly acknowledging Mystrem. They could hide behind a disguise all over again, but what was the point? She’d seen his face.
“What kind of trick…?” the youth finally asked, in their own voice, humoring her.
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Sept 1, 2020 6:31:06 GMT -4
"A short book." Marceline chimed in, starting to spot the faltering disguise and ready for him to be left with no choice but to give into her. They sat there together for a moment when his disguise fully came undone, and marcie let out a calm breath as she tried not to let herself control him too much, give him some degree of power in this situation. She eased back into her seat for a moment, thinking of how to allow him some control in this situation, some power... she lifted the arm that had been reaching for him a moment earlier, and pinched some of the skin on her forearm between her nails.
"Well, it's never too fun to explain a trick but I doubt I'll be seeing you again so...~" She chimed playfully, not actually minding the opportunity to see him again buuuut it was a good excuse to let her guard down for now. She pulled at the skin, and it tore away. There was more peachy skin beneath it, like layering wallpaper atop wallpaper. She tossed aside the scrap and it seemed to curl up and... well, die, like when you set clingfilm on fire, coiling into itself and turning white like a useless scrap of plastic or some other material. "My quirk is like yours in a way. I layer disguises over my true self. My true self beeeeeeing...~"
She circled a hand above her head, her halo forming where the tip of her finger flowed with it, and with a casual motion she let the hand floooow down along her side, a delicate twist to it seeming to mimic the flow of her curves. As the halo descended, the costume she was wearing seemed to vaporize. The features of her face became softer as the skins uit was removed, her hair went from spiky and blonde to smooth and green, her curves were mostly the same though perhaps a little plumper and a little less spunky, one of her slender legs laying over the other in the passenger seat, her red dress replaced with a casual sweat and form fitting jeans, a sly smile tipped with an amber gaze flowing back to the boy as she now took her true form.
"Marceline labelle... a pleasure to meet you dear.~" She smirked. She offered across her arm, initially lookinga s though she was going for a handshake, but instead offering the underside of her forearm.
"Feel free to try and tear it off... just, not too hard if you please. I wouldn't want to explain a new bruise or a nail mark to my masseuse.~"
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Sept 4, 2020 2:22:45 GMT -4
phantom racer THE DARK-HAIRED CHILD KEPT their head down, belatedly tugging at their hood. Their two-tone hair fell in curtain around their face, and they stared at their hands as Mystrem spoke. Yuki turned their head marginally when Mystrem began her trick. Delicate fingers tore away at the skin, and a pale, minty blue-green dominated their irises. Their mouth formed a quiet “o”. She was shedding?
Intrigued, Yuki turned their head marginally, trying to get a better look…
“Like me…”
There were people like Yuki? As the woman’s transformation took hold, and certain features here-and-there began to look ever-so familiar, the teen raised their hands to their mouth.
None other than Marceline Labelle, the woman Yuki had been imitating until just moments prior.
“Likewise,” the young teen replied, without lowering their hands from their mouth. Yuki looked like he’d seen a ghost, their gears turning in their head.
She was—and he’d—
“Shit!” Yuki breathed. Caught red-handed by none other than the owner of the car. While a reasonable person would’ve been mortified, the youth smiled into their hands. In a schadenfreude sort of way, it was funny. Of course Yuki’d take a car for a joyride with the owner in the passenger’s seat.
“Geez, you just… let me drive-off like that!” the teen repeated. Their hands crept away from their mouth, covering their whole face in disbelief before tugging the features downwards, sighing.
At Marceline’s invitation, the teen lowered their hands, digging into their pocket for their fingerless gloves. These gloves were of a nylon material, reaching halfway to their elbows. Although a decently-shear black fabric, it was sufficient in protecting them from the pain of direct skin-to-skin contact.
Yuki slid their gloves on, then cautiously reached for the woman's arm, pinching it as if to try and peel more of the cellophane-esque wrapping. Their delicate fingers pinched skin, and pulled nothing. Mystrem really was Marceline. Had Yuki been any wiser (or any more suspicious of strangers) they might've realized that this, perhaps, was a ruse-- perhaps shifts didn't activate unless she wanted them too? But the prospect of finding another shapeshifter outweighed their suspicion.
“It’s like your were plastic-wrapped,” the youth observed, clearly impressed, “… how do your transformations work?”
Perhaps it was an invasive question, but—Yuki had never met another shapeshifter before. And even if the pair of them effectively did the same thing, the methods were different. It was fascinating.
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Post by Marceline Labelle on Sept 4, 2020 10:47:33 GMT -4
“Well… somewhat. I’d say we’re on fairly different ends of the spectrum if your own display says anything buuuut… well, there’s certainly some elements of similarity.” She chimed in response to him saying they were alike in some way. From what she’d seen his shapeshifting was more… organic. Deeper. He learned from those he turned into. He became them. Marceline was playing dress up by sheer comparison. A very, VERY impressive level of dress up but… a costume nonetheless. She was always the same person underneath, metaphorically and quite literally.
When she made the big reveal though, she had to admit, she felt quite like a star coming out for the curtain call when she spotted the look of surprise on the young man’s face, a smug smile now coating her own.
As he came to terms with everything Marcie would casually brush her arms clean. Her quirk effectively tried to vaporize her costumes when she wished to discard them but the tiniest flesh colored specks could still remain here and there, barely visible, like annoying grains of salt. She glanced across now and then just enjoying the shock likely running through his system, cleaning her other arm before giving a broad ‘waft’ of the top of her thighs to clean them off too, casually hooking her hands around her knee and lifting it into her chest. “I mean at the very least, I’d imagine it’s quite the fun little story to tell. And you didn’t get in trouble did you?~” She rested one of her fingers against her chin. “If anything I should be thanking you for the fun little break in my day.~”
With the light pinch to her skin, she gave a playful hiss before quickly flowing into chuckles as she imagined he may have briefly paniced on thinking he hurt her. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.~” She chimed before relaxing back into her own seat, her brow rising as she was asked how her transformation worked.
“Hmmm… well I think trading’s fair. I tell you my secrets, you tell me yours?” She offered but she was more than happy to share with this individual if she was honest. He seemed nervous, easy to intimidate, she doubted her secrets would slip easily with him. “As for my own quirk… I call it ‘halo of change’. Effectively I can subtly reconstruct, or cover objects in other things. I can’t mess with anything living of course since the ring basically burns away the surface layer and replaces it with something else buuuuut…”
She lowered the halo over his head, sure to be quick about it, he felt a light tinge in his cheeks before it vanished about his neck.
She returned it to herself, lowered it over her head, and her hair was swept up into the ‘coating’ her quirk made, her head now replicateing his, flashing him a cheeky grin, and destroying the disguise as she raised the halo back up. “I can also scan other things. A lot of the time I can make a disguise with my imagination, but if I scan something first, the fake is all that more believeable. If someone let me I could scan the mona lisa and produce a million copies on any old canvas.~”
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Post by Yuki Tachibana on Sept 16, 2020 23:39:41 GMT -4
phantom racer SPECIFICS, SPECIFICIS. Although the woman insisted that their quirks were functionally different from one another’s the boy’s enthusiasm on the matter did not subside. He’d never met another person who could make themselves look like someone different. That, on its own, was enough to garner the shapeshifter’s interest.
“Didn’t get in trouble yet,” Yuki corrected, though a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Hopefully the camaraderie formed over both being shapeshifters would be something that counted in his favor. It was enough to make Yuki comfortable enough to pinch the woman’s arm, though when she hissed at him, the teen jumped slightly, withdrawing his hand as if he’d been bitten.
When the woman proposed a trade—information for information—Yuki nodded slowly. It seemed like a fair trade. A quirk’s function was an intensely personal bit of information, at least with how Yuki’s family treated it. So… it was only natural to offer the same information he asked for.
Marceline explained that her quirk basically… scanned things and covered them. Yuki lifted his gaze as a sudden halo appeared above him and swept downward towards his shoulders.
“Ah-!“ Yuki gasped in surprise, leaning back slightly.
It was too late. The halo vanished. And when it appeared, it printed Yuki’s face over her own. It didn’t look quite right, particularly when Marceline smirked. Yuki wasn’t a smirker. But god, to think that she could just scan and copy like that.
“Like a 3-D printer,” the youth observed, clearly impressed, “That’s… really cool.”
High praise from someone who was usually as listless and lukewarm as Yuki. Yuki hesitated when the woman finished explaining her quirk, peering at the now-gloved palm of his hands, flexing his fingers uncertainly.
“If I hold on to something that… is only handled by one person… I can read the genetic information on it with my palms and use it to turn into them,” Yuki explained in a murmur, “And it’s not just looks, either. I know things that the… real person… might know while holding that thing.”
He lifted his spring-green eyes which tiptoed towards yellow around the rims.
The reluctant smile still lingered on their face.
“Like driving,” Yuki supplied, “I’m too young to drive, but I knew how when I was… using the keys and steering wheel to be you.”
The teen rubbed the back of their neck, and craned around to grab their bag, drawing it into their lap. There wasn’t really much else to say, unless they wanted to divulge more of their criminal tendencies to a total stranger.
“I should get going,” Yuki insisted, “It’s been… weird.”
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