entranceway | 003 ♚ mirror writing/action

I. mirror writing;

_{[Today a certain someone's left a message for the Mirrors. Several messages, actually. Copies appear on all sorts of mirrors in all sorts of places, spread out around the mansion for maximum coverage.

To Mirror eyes, it reads:]}

When does her royal highness plan to let you back over?
Good company is scarce and some of you are more likeable than your other selves.

Good allies are also hard to find.
I want something you can do.
Maybe you want something an ally on this side can do.
We could help each other across the great divide.

_{[Characters on the Real side see something different, however. Peter has cloaked his writing so that when Reals look at the words, they'll see nothing but gibberish, configurations of random letters, lines, and doodles as if a graffiti artist or a very bored person has gone around defacing mansion property. No matter how hard a person tries, though, the writing won't come off.]}

II.

_{[Another slight change in the daily comings and goings of Wonderland is that today Peter Pan is letting himself be seen.

Usually, the wiry youth with his leather skins and timeworn boots keeps his appearances random. Sometimes he might chat on the network or show up in the odd place, or he might disappear for a week or more, it all depends on his mood. Even though he technically has free run of the place, it's especially not every day Peter spends a lengthy amount of time in the mansion; he still looks out of place inside its walls like a vagabond that's snuck in through the back door, his tastes running in the opposite direction of all the glamor. Nonetheless, the mansion is where the people are, so even he has to come in to warm his feet by the proverbial fire sometimes.

While he monitors the mirrors, the boy can be found all over the mansion and its grounds, keeping his quick, nimble fingers occupied with wood and blades, partly for himself, and partly to attract the right eyes. He works idly--even thoughtlessly to inexperienced eyes who see only a meaningless pastime and not the centuries of experience in his baby-soft hands--but there's a grace in what he does.

In the morning, maybe you'll see him carving spears in the tea room or the dining room, the archaic weapons and the mess of wood shavings at his feet at odds with the room's expensive tastes. Maybe you'll find him somewhere with a large hunk of yew almost as tall as he is, scraping bark off with practiced ease, or measuring off branches of a dogwood tree with his eyes to ensure they're the right length for arrows. Reed is a slightly trickier wood to work with, and if you come across the teenager in the entrance hall you may find him cutting into the wood delicately, tongue peeking out of his mouth.

No matter where you come across him, Peter doesn't have a single care about leaving things in disarray, even if the room's already occupied. Don't bother trying to chastise this one. In Neverland, never had a child ever been expected to clean up a mess except as punishment.

At some point in the day, Peter can even be found sitting outside by the mansion doors, the sun beaming down on him without ever casting a shadow below. He handles small pieces of bamboo, carving them more carefully than any other, but he'll hide them from sight if anyone drifts near enough to catch a peek. They'll make fine panpipes before too long, and that's a surprise he wants to keep under wraps for a while yet.}

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We won't know until we try.
I'm amenable to quite a few arrangements.

Must I guess or will you give a hint?

_{[In Neverland, rewards or punishments had usually been tied to Neverland itself, but here what he's willing to do must change with the environment as a consequence. Trading for services is an option, though if this Mirror is willing to accept a test first and Peter's "payment" later, the reward may be higher for a job well done.

That is, depending on what a Mirror wants. Something physical? Something immaterial? The possibilities are endless. All Peter can say for certain is that almost everyone wants something, even the lost boys who'd gathered under his power and had had almost everything they could desire. People always want more.]}

A someone.
She lives in 8 22.
Do you know this person?

it's hard to put into words. at least, it is without risking sounding too philosophical or existential.

[How can he explain that he hates existing so much that his frustration is nearly a palpable thing, a plasma running along his nerves. He hates that restless feeling and the only way he knows to get rid of it is to give it to other people instead. He wants to control that sensation of living in others. It's dangerous to go attacking other Mirrors, though. Very dangerous, especially for a marked traitor.]

emma swan. the me on your side knows her. i've seen her before but i haven't met her.

Lucky for you, I dabble in those areas.
Nothing you say is too impossible.

_{[A little further down, Peter begins his next line with a confirmation.]}

Yes, that's the one.
She's a problem. I'd like to keep an eye on her.

[There's a significant pause before he writes what he wants on the glass.]

I want things to suffer.

[He moves further down the mirror as well to respond to Peter's confirmation. It's really like having two conversations at once, but that doesn't bother him. It's more efficient, in a way.]

are you expecting anything in particular?

That's it? Any reason or just because?

_{[Don't expect him to look too shaken up by this admission. He's a boy of similar tastes in some respects, and he mostly sticks to the business rather than dissecting this Mirror's desires bit by bit.]}

She and others from the Enchanted Forest putting their heads together.
I'm not invited to their parties, but I'd like to crash them.
There are ways to block my magic, but not you.

I don't know you well enough to tell you that.

[It isn't so much reluctance as caution and a bit of laziness. As a traitor, he doesn't really want to give the others an additional reason to hate him, should it get back to them. And it's a lot of words to write in a small space.]

I get it. I'll keep an eye out

No? In time, maybe that will change.

_{[Be his friend? He so dearly loves making more of those--preferably ones who won't be swayed by the same woman he's asking the Mirror to spy on.]}

Pass along what she gets up to in the next day or so.
I'll return the favor.
If we're going to get along, that's what friends do.

i'll do that.

And?

_{[He guides the ink into forming the letters, taking his time with the question mark.]}

and what?

[By contrast, Souji's writing is scrawled quickly. It's almost frenetic, even.]

i'll do what you're asking. should there be more than that?

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one day i'll stop losing notifs but today is not that day...

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