4th Bad Idea [Video/Action/Private Text]

[algidity]

(( ooc: If you'd like you can bump into him in the halls before or after the transmission. I'm up for all your mirror shenanigan needs, someone to attack/bully/hurt/befriend/whatever or your normal people shenanigans. ))

[ The video feed shows a teenager with a faded bruise, the bruise is healing a lot faster than his actual jawbone, which hurts like hell. When he talks it's obvious that he's slightly disgruntled by it. Attack Of The Wolfman hadn't ended too well for him. He'd spent an hour poking at the bruise when he'd first gotten it, making him even more insecure about his dumb face. He is however walking around the mansion hallways. ]

So, uh, is there anything that's working for getting people back to normal? Because I'm starting to think this couldn't get much worse. [ Isaac, you've watched enough horror movies to know not to say that. There's a moment when he chews on his lip in thought, eyes only flickering away from the feed for seconds at a time. ]

Why does it always have to be evil or weird stuff? Just once couldn't it just be like... a swarm of playful kittens or something? [ Puppies, kittens and ranbows for everyone? ]

Or y'know, a tropical vacation? ... Minus mosquitoes.



[ After the video ends he shoots off a Private Text to Santana
Private to Santana: ]

Hey you okay? if you havent noticed a lot of weird crap is going on.

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[throughhell]

What's the matter, Lahey, playful kittens more your style? [ THIS IS NOT THE STILES YOU ARE LOOKING FOR. Not that you're ever actually seeking out a Stiles, but that's okay. He's got the video feed propped up in his hand while he's making his way down the hallway, and he flashes a pair of golden eyes into the feed, grinning like the cocky little shit he is. ]

Some of us prefer the term "opportunistic" over evil.

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[algidity]

[ Isaac pauses for a moment an eyebrow raising up his forehead, well isn't this just a pleasant surprise. So either Stiles up and got himself bit by Scott or Derek... Or...? Well... Just what he always wanted to deal with. Except not. ]

How very Peter Hale of you. [ He doesn't like Peter, and Scott's told him enough about Peter that he doesn't trust him or like him. ]

But yeah, I'd definitely prefer playful kittens over this.

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[throughhell]

Peter's got some good ideas. [ He shrugs his shoulders in a wide gesture, making the entire camera bob up and down. ] But really shitty execution, if you ask me. I mean, the whole giving the bite thing was the way to go, ob-vi-ous-ly, but otherwise, no credit.

Figures. [ Stiles raises his eyebrows, sniffing at the air for a minute. After getting his nose broken by Derek and his ass kicked, pretty much literally, he's not exactly feeling benevolent, and picking a fight seems like an awesome idea. ] Where's the other you? I bet he's more exciting.

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[algidity]

[ Right ] Right, [ Definitely not his Stiles... Not that he has a Stiles, gross, he doesn't want one. ] good to know. [ He can't contain the eyeroll because, Stiles, if he thought you were a brat before... ] I'll be sure to tell him if I ever see him again. [ Here's to hoping he doesn't.

The sniffing causes him to squint a little. What is he trying to track? Does Isaac even want to know? ] Tropical Vacation with a swarm of playful kittens, I'm sure. Since his luck has got to be better than mine. [ Hello sarcasm. ] It's just me.

[itsahotone]

[Santana takes awhile to answer. Not because of any awful and dangerous reason, but just because she is not a great person.

...And also because the incredibly lame mirror version of herself stuck in her head or whatever basically went crazy at the very mention of kittens. Thanks a bunch for that, Isaac.

Once the ridiculous feelings have subsided for the most part, she gives in and replies. Let us pretend the following is the text-font, as some people are too lazy to figure out such coding.]

no, i've totally been asleep this whole time, thanks for asking

[algidity]

right.
So
are you normal or??

/STEALS YOUR FONT

[itsahotone]

didnt anyone ever tell you thats a rude thing to ask a girl?

[Santana can practically feel the other her bouncing around and wanting to make friends, which probably answers his question. Sigh.]

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[exercising]

Hey- you actually wear the bruise pretty nice! Glad it took.

[ Here is an obviously mirrored Scott, grinning wickedly against the feed. Not attempting to be his worse half, instead embracing the greatness that is himself. Great and annoyed - his last attempt at "fucking up the McCall life" had gone a bit down the drain thanks to Isaac.

So, thank you, Isaac.

Really. ]

Just call me "daddy" next time, okay? That'd sweeten it up a bit.

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[algidity]

[ He has to switch to text for this, there is no way he's letting not-Scott have the satisfaction of knowing that struck a bad nerve. ]

Wow how long did it take for you to think that one up
were you waiting for me to say something so you could.
Notice the lack of a question mark.

[ Welcome to Fifty Shades of Get Fucked, a presentation by Isaac Lahey. ]

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[exercising]

[ That's okay! The switch to text is telling enough, and Scott's grinning off to himself, proud. ]

nice COMEBACK honey bun
i'd tell you you could have my COME BACK but
guess your jaw's pretty broken?????
you must be used to that though right???????
broken BONES, broken BETA, broken LAHEY!!!
hasn't got anyone to fix him up!!!

text; THREADJACKING LIKE WHOA

[throughhell]

[ Look Scott, it's your favorite face! Who just looks unimpressed as hell. ]

Aren't parental figures supposed to actually showcase some sort of power? Instead of just punching someone like a pussy.

Not saying anything but

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[exercising]

And the bitch of all bitches reveals himself!

[ Here's Scott looking decidedly not unimpressed, but definitely not impressed either. Maybe with himself - cocky, grinning, even if the sight of Stiles makes him want to go kill a kitten.

Isaac has a kitten, right? ]

And you're defending Lahey. Don't tell me you're growing soft on me, dear, you know I love it when we fight.

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[resent]

[ cora isn't amused by the sudden change of pace within wonderland. mirrors are simply a thing people warn her of; don't look in the mirror too long, you might see a reflection that doesn't quite belong to you. she hasn't experienced the personality twist herself, or being trapped within her own body but watching as someone else takes the wheel. she's simply an audience member, watching as strange things happen over wonderland, and she can't do anything about it. ]

[ but she's amused by isaac, though. she can't quite help it; this big, tough beta would prefer kittens over the evil nasties. (she would, too). with a slight lift to the corner of her lips: ] Kittens?

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[algidity]

[ He gives her a tired smile in return. Dealing with all of this is tiring him out. ]

I'd prefer just about any small fluffy animal to be honest.

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[resent]

Same.

[ normal things are good things. cora doesn't particularly like change, especially when it's in the people she knows. ]

Unless they're weird, too. Is what's happening going to affect the small and fluffy?

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[driven]

[ she's kind of standing off to the side when he makes the network post, watching mostly as he fiddles with the bruise on his jaw. she can't help but feel guilty, really guilty, whenever he does. ]

That is going to heal, right? [ because it really looks like it isn't. and this whole feeling of being absolutely worthless is not her favorite in the world. ]

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[algidity]

[ His attention turns to her and he's got a faint smile on his face. ]

Yeah, it just takes longer because he's an alpha. The bruise is looking a lot better anyway. [ Ignore the fact that the bone isn't healing near as fast. ] I'm just glad he punched me instead of clawing me, it would have been a lot worse. [ Been there, done that. ]

How are you doing?

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[driven]

You mean like what happened to him, when you were going to the Cross Country meet.

[ but her eyes linger on his jaw, and after a minute she's going to turn to face him, reaching up to touch as lightly as she can to the bruise. ]

Be honest with me- does it really hurt? [ because she feels really bad and she wants to know if he's ignoring it for her sake or not. but then her hand drops, and she smiles faintly right back at him. ] You mean besides my bruised hand?

[ turns out punching alphas isn't the best plan ]

I'm okay.

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[halfwinchester]

<sub>[The passage of time makes no sense anymore. Like with Michael, he can't recall how many days have passed, but this is different than having that white-hot essence push him down into the darkest recesses of his mind. Sometimes with his Mirror he breaks to the surface, and it's like learning how to swim at the same time someone's got a hold of your leg and trying to drown you.

The hours after Castiel had put the other him to sleep had felt like years, and the hours after Emma pulls him from the window feel like minutes. Sometimes he loses track of himself entirely, leaving black spots in his memory. Sometime he has flashes of running away. Then there's the burning, acrid smell of Hell, and the other him cursing in his ear as they roll down the stairs. He doesn't know how long it takes to claw his way back to the surface, he only knows that his Mirror's been in control without him, and when he wakes up the worst of his injuries have been shoddily bandaged. He's not reassured. He has a knife in his hand, covered in blood, and no idea where it came from.

This needs to end.

Time continues to pass, and he continues to get lost in its fog. His only solace is that the other him doesn't seem to be faring much better.

Adam's always been a quick learner. That helps, too.

For a while, he finds a spot at the bottom of some stairs to sit, curling up out of sight with his bloody clothes and the stink of exhaustion hanging off of him. The knife, he holds with both hands above the vulnerable organs in his stomach. That's the key, he's found; the other understands with perfect certainty that he'll do it, and the knowledge keeps him at bay, giving Adam time to rest.]</sub>

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[algidity]

[ The trouble with time has been something the young werewolf has had too, not because he's blacking out nor does he have a mirror taking control of him, no, it's the change of environment, and most of all the change of pace. He's staying in Allison's room, which is not as weird as he thought it would be but she refused to let him stay with Scott after what he did. The random bursts of adrenaline doesn't help anything.

Isaac hasn't made his network post yet, he's not even with Allison yet, he's on his way to be however. But something stops him in his tracks - the metallic tang of blood in the air, a scent that can drag him from even the deepest thoughts. As he gets closer the scents in the air only get more distressing, especially when he knows Scott is running around doing whatever the hell he likes and there are a bunch of mirrors that could possibly be homicidal maniacs.

It makes him worry. So of course he does what any Beacon Hills teenager does - he follows it.

What he comes across is exactly what he was hoping not to come across but he looks familiar. Maybe it's because Scott is currently out of commission on doing the constant right thing, or maybe it's the fact that he's been around Allison too long but he has to do something, especially when he sees that knife. ]

Hey, not speaking from experience here but I'm pretty sure that won't help a stomach ache. [ It's a joke, he doesn't want the guy to do anything stupid to himself or out of anger. He steps closer slowly, like someone coming up on a cornered animal, which is ironic if you think about it. ] Are you okay?

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[The disturbance startles him, causing him to prick himself a little harder with the blade's tip. Even though there's not one part of his body that doesn’t hurt in some way, whether cut, or bruised, or aching, he’s found that physical pain isn't the worst sensation he could be feeling. The pain keeps him alert, and that's far better than losing himself in visions that aren't there, or the other's influence.

He looks up from his spot on the floor, tired and tense, and when he sees the other boy, both Real and Mirror recognize him almost at once. The other certainly does; there's a vibration deep inside him, a stirring, and it has all the feel of a shark circling in the water.

You again! What is this, Groundhog Day? No, we're not okay! I'm being held hostage by a manic depressive with a knife! That I stole! Do something! Come on, can't you disarm a guy who's shaking as bad as a ninety-year-old with Parkinson's?

Adam clenches his teeth at the voice in his head, not his own. A muscle in his jaw jumps.

I think we should all take a moment and be grateful I didn't put a shotgun in your hand. At the rate these people are going, they'd help you pull the trigger.]</sub>

Shut up.

_{[The command isn't for Isaac, but once Adam gives his head a good shake, he fixes Isaac with a warning glare all the same, shifting his grip on the knife's handle. The fighting with his Mirror has taken its toll on him physically, that much is clear, but he's gathered enough personal awareness to know that no one can be trusted right now. No one but himself.]}

You back off.

_{[That one is for Isaac.]}

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[rulebreaks]

Don't you know the rules?! Never say it can't get worse, that's just like -- asking for it!

[ okay so she might be slightly agitated?!?!?!? ]

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[rulebreaks]

...That is pretty bruise-y, as far as bruises go. Sorry for the yelling.

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[algidity]

[ What's going on - one minute he's getting yelled at and then the next she's being nice to him? ]

Iunno, I'd be impressed if it could.

[ He pauses. ]

It's okay though, and yeah, pretty bruise-y. It looks that bad?