Sif (soturi) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-02-22 16:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, marceline abadeer, sif (mcu) |
Who: Marceline and Sif
What: There’s a new vampire in town and she’s going to make sure people know it.
Where: The ship
When: Wednesday, the 21st
Rating: Some mentions of violence (only discussed), and a mention of a bat like creature
It was weird when Marceline first arrived on the ship without her powers, but a good weird. She’d been mortal once before, and cut off from all of her vampire powers, the half-demon wondered if she would have been able to stand in the sunshine without it hurting (or burning her to gunky ash bits). Unfortunately the quarantine cell was nowhere near the sun and so she passed the time playing music on her bass. Robot ladies! Yeah they don’t care. Robot ladies! Don’t wear underwear! It was not one of her best songs. Probably not even a B-side. The robots didn’t seem to pay the new arrival any mind. Robot ladies! Make you take your medicine. Robot ladies! Staying on a regimen. Pow! Yeah! The bass line wasn’t bad, though, even if the lyrics she came up with weren’t great. Perhaps she could use it for something else a little better. It passed the time until the quarantine was lifted and Marceline felt her powers return as she left, cackling. “See you later, suckers!” Floating, she turned invisible and began to wander through the ship like a ghost, spying on the occupants as she got her bearings. The number of humans surprised her, but not too much. Marceline had seen a lot of weird things over the last thousand years on Ooo. And if she had learned anything, it was being the new kid meant making sure everyone knew not to mess with you. All she had to do was pick someone who looked really cool and tough, and make sure they knew who was the baddest vampire around. She spotted Sif. The armor looked cool. She was probably some kind of badass warrior which was perfect. Marceline started out floating silently and invisibly behind the warrior woman, watching her. When she’d had enough fun spying -- not one of Marceline’s better habits -- Marceline let out an evil little cackle behind Sif’s back, but remained silent in the air and invisible. --- While Middle Earth was a realm that was quickly growing in her estimation, currently she was remaining on the boat. Mostly so she could keep an eye on Loki. Not out of mistrust but concern. Plus soon enough they would get back under way, so with everything combined the ship did just as well. She had needed to walk, her quarters we're lovely but she had always been on the move. Sitting idle wasn't something she did well, or often. She only took note of a presence when she heard the laugh. She frowned and turned so her back faces a wall, and make it unlikely to have someone sneak up and frowned as she spotted nothing. “Loki?” The only one she knew that could do a trick like this. She'd be glad of it, really. Her friend needed a bit of cheer in her eyes, and if he felt old bridges mended enough to tease again she would count it as a good thing. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. “if you wish, remain as you are. It matters not to me.” --- Loki. Marceline took note of the name. She’d have to check him out in case he was even bigger, and badder than the warrior in front of her. Well, first things first. Marceline needed to establish her reputation in this new place. Ain’t no one was going to mess with her. At least until she ended up back in Ooo somehow. It took very little effort for Marceline to shape shift, until her head was bloated to twice its normal size, and her eyes had become as large as fists and her teeth as long and sharp as fingers, her nose upturned like a bat, her tongue long and forked like a snake. And that was when she’d made just her face visible and gave another cackling laugh. When it came to humans and dogs, that was usually enough to make them run. Of course, the woman in front of her looked like she had the goods. Marceline knew this was just the beginning. “Oh really? Cuz I think you’d rather not see me.” Marceline continued grow, coming into full visibility as she transformed into a giant bat creature with wolfish features, easily twice the warrior’s height. “I’m Marceline the Vampire Queen. Now who do I have to challenge around here so they know I’m for realsies?” --- The face that had shown itself was odd. Enough to out her in guard, but Sif had spend her ling years fighting, and knew better then to give anyone a running target. And if this was a threat, or a danger, she would need to handle it. She had a duty, and she had a responsibility towards her fellows and those aboard that she cared for. So Sif straightened, “judge me by mine own actions not the ones you give me.” When the creature showed itself she straightened more, preparing more then anything. Finding a way off the ship, to be sure, if it was needed. “And I am the Lady Sif, of Asgard. If you come with violence then I will defend me and mine. If you wish to test your might against mine, I always enjoy besting others. But not here. This ship carries innocents. Nor would our hosts appreciate it.” Sif knew her own strength, but not the creatures. And if she had learned anything, it was not to dive into a battle without learning more before hand. --- Marceline cackled as though she wasn’t afraid of letting a few innocents get hurt in the altercation. But instead of attacking or challenging further, she just grinned, showing rows of long razor sharp teeth. “Only thing you’ll be besting is how to kiss the ground!” But this time when Marceline laughed it almost sounded more good natured. Almost. She began to shrink in size, but before Sif could make out her true form, she turned invisible again. This time Marceline watched to see what Sif would do, who she might go to, if she seemed scared or annoyed. The teenager thought lurking was hilarious. --- This was almost familiar, and whatever the creature was up to, true violence was not the case. The creature would have attacked, rather then tried to gloat. Invisibility was not something to be wasted by letting an opponent know you were there. “I have been told this many a time, and yet I manage to turn it around.” And then it disappeared again. She kept ready and weary, and kept her guard up but according to rumour the ship had defenses of its own. Sif’s duty would be containment, not defeat. “Have it your way. Know yourself to be on a vessel, and that we are in a realm known as Middle Earth. We leave shortly for whatever port comes next. You will be confined here, with the rest if us as company. Best to make friends, not enemies.” --- Her voice seemed to echo, making her invisible form hard to place, but not impossible. Her age was hard to tell from the monstrous shapes she’d taken, but her voice gave it away. She was young. Not a child, but not firmly an adult either. “I don’t need any friends,” she shrieked. Even with the nails on glass, awful screech of her voice, it was easier to make out the real voice underneath. It didn’t help that her denial also came off as more than a little childish. But that was Marceline. “Anyone messes with me, and I’ll put them a million feet in the ground!” --- Pieces slotted together, making a line that could be assumption. She would not know until truth was found. Sif, for her part, couldn't really understand. She boasted, yes, but always in terms of jest. She wondered now. She made a face to the shriek, “I can hear you just fine without the need for yelling.” But she had heard things like this. Said similar even when she was younger. “Mayhaps you don't, but then the journey will be dull. Not everyone likes tricks. And as you say. But there is no need for it.” “ You are new to this place I think. Would you rather continue shouting empty boasts, or learn of this place? Have you anyone who will look for you?” With that she pushed off the wall. She would keep watch, but it sounded like words without true intent to her. “This place is vastly different, even to me. And not even where we must make our home. That will be on Midgard, the place many call earth.” --- “Argh! Lady, I’m like a thousand years old!” Marceline howled. She was completely ready to be angry and indignant about it until Sif mentioned a planet name she hadn’t heard since she was a child. And that silenced her. Marceline appeared, as herself, hovering in place, confused. Besides the gray skin and pointed ears, and her teeth which all ended in sharp points, she wasn’t too frightening on her own. “What are you, ba-nay-nays? Earth is like totally gone. Unless this is like some serious time travel magic, it hasn’t been called that in like a really, really long time.” But at least she wasn’t howling or acting out. The information Sif offered was enough to keep her listening for now, hovering in the air like a ghost. Her clothing did look like it was from Earth, but her instrument that hung around her shoulder looked like a gleaming red axe with four strings added with other inner workings to create a bass guitar. --- "As am I," she gave with a shrug. "Note I am not shrieking to make myself heard." And then the girl appeared and she put two and two together. Responses to perceived threats were always different. Sif fought, and had she not been aware of such things as different realms and places she would have reacted poorly too. Sif carefully did not smile, but she did relax more and crossed her arms. The girl wasn't from any race she knew of, but she did know Earth. Or in this case, knew of it. She knew the pain of losing a home. "Not in this place, nor in this time. Tis not time magic however, not that we can see. You can ask the year of the Midgardians, I am unsure of it. But before we were here, people say they came from it. From a place called Texas. The portal has carried us all here. Some are from different times. I have not seen Midgard myself, but those who told me have no reason to lie about it. I do not know how this portal works. I travel by Bifrost, usually." She'd seen the mortals do it so she offered one hand to the floating woman. She looked young, which meant age was relative. But the same could be said about her. "Tis well met. Mayhaps you do not need friends, but I do. Tis far better to go through life with allies then all alone." She nodded to the instrument, "are you a bard?" --- Marceline looked at Sid’s hand and attempted to fist bump her open palm. Handshaking wasn’t common outside of magical pacts and shenanigans. Fist bumping was much safer. At the mention of her axe, Marceline turned it around and started laying down another baseline thoughtfully. “Nah, I just play music sometimes. So you mentioned a Loki? Normally this is the part where I’d kick everyone off the boat and claim it as my own, but I’ll just kick that guy’s butt instead and then people will know not to mess with me. Thanks for the heads up.” And Marceline started to fade again. —- It made her raise an eyebrow but different realms had different greetings. If this was the way it went for the girl, then she couldn’t really say much about it. “That would not end well. But if you truly wish to see the brig I can hardly stop you. And I did, although unkindly so.” And here she’d been trying to do better. If her first reaction to an unseen opponent was Loki, then she wasn’t really doing as good as she ought to be. It made her inclined to try again. Loki did not deserve such thoughts. “And I would be inclined to get between that. He is a Prince of Asgard, and while he’s capable I have a duty as well. Nor is it common here to pick fights to see who is the bigger fighter. Sparring, yes sure. Even I enjoy testing myself and besting others. But if this is some odd way of claiming some crown, know there isn’t one. If you do not wish people to, as you say, mess with you best to not start fights. All that shows is you like violence.” She shrugged though as the girl went to disappear again. This wasn’t really her place, but she would find Loki. Not now of course, she knew better then to lead anyone to anyone’s door. “I know not how they do things in your realm, but know you aren’t there now.” She added as an afterthought. --- |