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[seekinghome]

::The weird stuff happening on the other side of the mirrors with the pleas for help written on them was worrying although not yet an issue. Then the roots broke through and escalated things to definitely a problem.

Since then, Ed had been spending his time fighting the roots with a sword he made for the purpose. He didn't want to risk one of them grabbing his arm and taking him down. Unfortunately for him, while the roots don't seem to get tired, he does and he started slowing down. Not much but it was enough to let one of the roots wrap itself around his left arm and stab into it past his shirt-sleeve. After he regained consciousness from that, he was aware that he felt a bit... off.

This is mine now, came his own voice from inside his head. Time to see if my dear little brother made it over to this side, along with having some fun.::

Get... out... of my head...

::Ed fought with his mirror for control but his mirror won the struggle after a few minutes and he straightened up.::

I don't think so.

((seekinghome is The Real and emptymetal is the Mirror. Please specify which one you want.))

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[halfwinchester]

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[action] how can you be so two-faced?

[thestormcomes]

[Athos was there when it first happened, the sudden explosion of glass as mirrors shattered and tree roots poured out. He fared well for the first day or so (he can't remember how long it took him to cut through the swath of flora); it always pays to have a sword at your side. Understandably, moving plants were not his forte -- people are predictable, much like an animal is predictable when one is indulging in a hunt, and people he can fend off with relative ease.

Plants, however, appear to be an entirely different matter. After all, the boxwoods at Versailles are not known to attack passers-by.

That was, of course, when a vine whipped around one leg and another series of thoughts - another mind entirely - invaded his own and suddenly everything was flowery prose, it was- it was moonlit nights and a strange devotion for the self, a near-maddening torrent of pride and vanity.

It was a voice in his head that sounded exactly like his own, who in the moment spoke and said:

...I say, rather dismal in here, isn't it? No flowers, no...not even a rose? Ah, but I see there was one, once!
Perhaps I should write a poem about it -- The Ballad of Lost Love? No? How about a limerick instead?

Ahem. There once was a man named Athos-

Coping with the voice was no easy feat. A whole evening's sleep wasted on composing sonnets, Athos would only occasionally relinquish control to allow himself better peace of mind since his mirror (as it introduced itself) seemed decent, if frivolous.

And the voice isn't so bad when it isn't embarrassing him horribly.]






[[ NOTE: Athos will be wandering the mansion attempting to help people -- his mirror will do much the same (with lesser success). Please specify in the subject bar which Athos you would like to start your interaction with!

Warning: MirrorAthos is like a High Renaissance Gilderoy Lockhart. Converse with to your own detriment at your own risk.]]

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.