The tent you enter is organized, you notice. While Lucina's tent isn't exactly messy, this one has been well furbished, with every item neatly set in a place where you're sure the owner could find it at a moment's notice. Yes, there's no doubt about who resides here. As silently as you can, you pad towards the occupied bed, taking note of the blonde curls resting near the pillow.
"Here goes nothing," you whisper, and then drop your goo onto Maribelle's face. She awakes with a start and begins thrashing, but you greedily burrow into any and every opening on her face you can find. You hop onto the cot and do your best to hold her down, but she's stronger than you expected and it takes all your might to keep her from bucking you until your goo has completely disappeared into her. Then she falls still and her head falls still on the pillow, her eyes half open and glassy. You don't get off her, however, in case your hypothesis doesn't pan out. What feels like an eternity passes in silence, and then you feel an inexplicable warmth just outside of yourself. And then you blink new eyes and look up at Lucina.
You sigh with two mouths. "Thank goodness it worked..." Maribelle and Lucina chorus, and then gasp in unison.
"Oops," Lucina says, "looks like-"
"-this will be harder than I thought," Maribelle finishes. You grimace. Again, you hadn't meant to do that. It would be very bad for you if you didn't soon get a handle on controlling two bodies separately, so you spend the next ten minutes devoting yourself to honing control of your two forms until they seem independent. Thankfully when you ceased to be human your thinking turned just as elastic as your new body, so it's a quick process, helped along by the sudden absorption of Maribelle's personality.
"Yes, that's all well and good," you have Maribelle say primly once you feel like you can puppet them sufficiently, "but if you could be so kind as to get off me, Lucina..."
"Of course, Maribelle," you have Lucina reply, and then swing off of your newest body so you can sit it up and resettle its blonde curls. You've no reason to say anything aloud, as your two bodies are the only ones here, but it's fun to keep up the charade that they are still entirely them, and it'll be good practice for when you're in front of the Shepards."Sorry for the rough entrance."
"Normally such rudeness would earn you a swift blow from my parasol, but I will forgive you this time, darling," Maribelle sighs. "I suppose if you look at it another way, I should be honored to have been your first selection. Though I am curious whom your second and third selections were."
"Well, if you weren't here, I would have tried for Tharja or Lissa."
"Ah, well if my darling Lissa is on your list we simply must recruit her first. If I am to be part of your little group then she must be with me." As Lucina you frown.
"I'd actually like to go for Tharja first, since... Well, just look at her."
"I agree that she does have certain... assets that are indeed appealing, but nevertheless I insist that Lissa comes first. Not only is she my darling friend, she puts people off their guard, making them all the easier to possess. That is your -or 'our' I suppose- ultimate goal, yes? To spread into others?" You hadn't exactly been planning on her saying that, but now that she does you become acutely aware of the rumbling in the back of your mind. It's subtle, but there is undoubtedly some feeling inside driving you inside these women. No, it's more than a feeling. It's an instinct, a craving. And you hadn't noticed it until just now. That's just as well, you've really nothing better to do than just... spread, at least until you find a way back home.
That aside, your conversation is entirely pointless. You already knew who your next target was before you even opened their mouths.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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