The Mirror tries to turn, but Trenchcoat Brigade is right there. The person masquerading as Adam drops everything without preamble, expression immediately becoming sharp and territorial. Defensive. He's halfway to raising his right hand amid the clatter of breaking plates before he remembers he doesn't have any powers, and that's the cherry on this shit cake.]
Shit-- [Instead, the hand comes out to ward Castiel away.] No, don't--
[But then there's a hand on his forehead and he's out. For a split second, there's no one manning the captain's seat when the Mirror goes down. Whatever shock the roots had given the real Adam, his consciousness had been close to comatose for the entire ride; for obvious reasons, he Mirror had let that sleeping dog lie, smothering it deep.
Between one personality going under and one waking up, there's a moment of nothing, and Adam hits the floor like a rock.]
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The Mirror tries to turn, but Trenchcoat Brigade is right there. The person masquerading as Adam drops everything without preamble, expression immediately becoming sharp and territorial. Defensive. He's halfway to raising his right hand amid the clatter of breaking plates before he remembers he doesn't have any powers, and that's the cherry on this shit cake.]
Shit-- [Instead, the hand comes out to ward Castiel away.] No, don't--
[But then there's a hand on his forehead and he's out. For a split second, there's no one manning the captain's seat when the Mirror goes down. Whatever shock the roots had given the real Adam, his consciousness had been close to comatose for the entire ride; for obvious reasons, he Mirror had let that sleeping dog lie, smothering it deep.
Between one personality going under and one waking up, there's a moment of nothing, and Adam hits the floor like a rock.]