[open] We have a method for spies and intruders...

[issacthewrathful]

Who: Mirror!Zack aka Issac and YOU!
Where: Mirrorside
When: From May 14th to May 20th
Rating: PG13 due to kidnapping trauma, violent thoughts, religious undertones, and potential swearing. Will raise rating if necessary.
Summary: Issac sticks around on the Mirrorside, setting up traps for the stray Real things.
The Story:

[It all happened so fast. Issac remembers he was elsewhere, trying to reconcile with his adoptive father, before he was pulled into this strange land and told he wasn't real. That was a week ago, and now the Queen of this land is telling everyone to invade, attack, and steal, and he's not sure what's going on and why he's compelled to help.]

[He decides to stay on the mirrorside for now, since he did figure out a way he could punish the sinners...]

OPTION A: Ropes

[Issac usually prefers death traps to catch and release, but he assumes this queen wants the Reals alive. After all, it would be no good if the Mirrors don't have a way to return, would it? At the very least, he knows how to adapt to these situations.]

[He has lined the halls with snares and leghold traps, both metal and made of wire. Once the mark sets foot in one, they will find their leg caught between the iron jaws of a mechanism, or perhaps hanging off the ceiling by one foot. The force shouldn't be enough to tear a person's foot off, but some might find the trap to be a little too tight for comfort.]

[Doesn't matter. Unless you figure out how to escape, Issac's going to find you...]

OPTION B: Nets

[Near the middle of the week, Issac realizes his snares might not be enough to catch Reals who can fly, or perhaps those who know better. Plan B: Among the snares, he has planted taut fishing wire for Reals to trip over. When they do, the trap is activated, and within seconds they will be scooped up by a large net cleverly hidden from view. Have fun trying to cut through them. The nets seem to be made of metal as well...]

OPTION C: Cages

[Ah, here's another one. Issac walks up to his unfortunate victim with a gentle smile on his lips. His bandaged face and the rosary around his neck are the last things the victim sees before Issac slips a bag over their head. The victim will find they are able to breathe through it, but they can't see anything. This is for Issac's benefit, mostly. He figures he won't be as likely to kill people if he can't see their emotions.]

[The victim is carted off to the mirrorside's Chapel, where Issac has set up a holding pen for other unfortunate Reals he has captured. Here the victim will stay until their Mirror returns from the real side,
safely tucked away somewhere so that they won't cause trouble. Cry, scream, beg all you want. It won't help you escape.]
[However, he might have accidentally captured a fellow mirror or two, and he might let them go if he realizes his mistake. Perhaps some more crafty reals might be able to take advantage of this...]

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Comments

[neversauntered]

[The traps might be meant for the Reals, but that doesn't mean it's all they catch. Crowley's mirror doesn't cross over like so many do, and so the demon never has to brave the nets, snares and legholds set up by the eager hunter.

What one of the traps does capture, however, is one of the mirrors.

The metal trap closes on Gadreel's ankle with a dull snap, and the angel yelps as he immediately trips and crumples to the floor. He spends several moments pushing at the jaws of the trap, before he bites his lip, casts a furtive glance around himself, and... miracles the entire thing off his leg.

It clatters to the floor a few feet away and Gadreel scoots backwards, using the wall as leverage to get him back to his feet.]

I.. suppose I won't go that way, [He murmurs to himself, turning to head in the other direction instead.]

[issacthewrathful]

[Oh dear god.]

[Did he see someone will himself out of a snare? Issac stares as the other man kicks it off of his feet and walks away like it never happened.]

[Could this be some sort of magician, or...]

[He rushes up to the angel, carefully avoiding his own traps.]

Excuse me, sir! How did you do that?!

[neversauntered]

Ah...

[A grimace. He tries not to get seen doing things like that as often as reasonably possibly. His fingers clench and loosen by his sides and he manages a nonchalant shrug of one shoulder that even his Real would be proud of.

The angel straightens his sunglasses in front of vibrant green eyes.]

Magic, of course.

[issacthewrathful]

[Oh, magician it is, then.]

[The angel might notice Isaac's hand reach for the rosary around his neck. Pure habit.]

Erm... What sort of magic? There are all sorts of magicians here.

[You had better not be practicing dark magic or fortune telling.]

[neversauntered]

[He does note the rosary. How had he not seen it before? He can feel his wings invisible still but bristling, and even in the knowledge that he would not struggle in a battle with most here, he still minds his words.]

... Celestial. [Gadreel volunteers, watching the other's face very carefully.]

I did not wish to be trapped, and so I was not.

B

[tattooedredheads]

[The traps tell Kay that he's heading in the right direction. There must be something worth protecting behind them, which means that it's something Kay needs to know about. So far he has met any opponents which, is fortunate. Kay carries the lightsaber he made with him, but he'd be more likely to chop off his own limbs than his opponent's in a battle. His preferred weapon is his gun, which is always on his person.]

[He carefully maneuvers around another wire. Kay can't be sure, but he thinks the traps are getting more frequent the more he pushes forward. They are getting harder to avoid as well, although he's done pretty well so far.]

[Despite his caution, Kay still ends up in a net eventually. He grumbles to himself as he struggles to turn around and get a better look at the net. If there's a weak point to be found, Kay will use it to free himself.]

[issacthewrathful]

[The net seems to be made of metal wires that feel rough to the touch. Some of the edges are sharp; Kay might hurt himself if he isn't careful...]

[It doesn't take long before someone notices the man in the net. A sadistic laughter echoes down the hall, and soon Kay will hear footsteps coming from behind.]

Well, well, well. About time you managed to slip up, friend.

[tattooedredheads]

[Kay stops his inspection and turns his head to get a look at the man - the kid, he corrects himself a moment later - who must have been watching the entire time.]

I take it this net is yours? I have a complaint about these wires.

[He watches the kid, taking in as many details as he can.]

[issacthewrathful]

[Kay was right the first time. This bandaged man seems much too tall to be a child. Perhaps he might be an older teen? He does seem to dress like one, though the rosary around his neck somewhat clashes with his brown hoodie and jeans. His messy black hair frames his mismatched eyes and satisfied grin.]

[He seems to be enjoying Kay's misfortune.]

What's that, you don't care for them?

Well, that's too bad. I chose wires over rope so that people don't get any crazy ideas about cutting themselves out of it.

[There's a black bag in the man's hand, it looks large enough to stick a man's head into...]

[tattooedredheads]

[Ok. A man. That's settled in Kay's mind now at least.]

You coulda chosen more comfortable wires.

[He grimaces when he catches sight of the bag. It isn't difficult to imagine what that will be for. Although... maybe that could open up a chance to escape?]

C is for Cages

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

oh... uh... sorry i....

[they stay corporeal as the bag covers their face]

um- sorry but i.... i'm.....

[they are put in some sort of... box? they can't tell. But the box starts moving and they remain corporeal. No need to be rude]

That's good enough for me.

[issacthewrathful]

[Well, how else was he supposed to move a ghost? Using whatever the Ghostbusters had on all the time?]

[Whatever, he just takes the cage to the chapel and places Napstablook in the holding pen. He might have possibly tossed him in like the others, but the ghost was too nice. Too pure.]

It's a shame you had to end up here, spirit. I just can't let you wander around, though. You'd cause trouble.

[Such a sweet thing. Issac had half a mind to just let him be, but the Queen ordered the reals to be punished. This does seem to be a real.]

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

oh…. uh…. it’s fine….. um…..

[Even with a bag over their head, held hostage in a cage, it wouldn’t do to be rude]

i’m napstablook….. who are you?

[issacthewrathful]

[You are the nicest Real ever, you know that?]

Isaac Gray. I think this is the only time we'll have to speak to each other in person, so it's really nice to meet you.

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

They nod.

“nice to meet you too, isaac…. do i…. need to stay in the cage or…..?”

[boneandfossil]

Newton really didn't care what his Real side self was up to. Likely saving people, doing the hero thing though he'd never be a hero. He's seen enough of his real side to know the boy isn't hero material, and not a problem in Newton's mind. So he's let him be to see what he may find here.

Which is when the rope caught his ankle, yanking him up and off the floor and leaving the wizard handing upside down.

"Oh what the bloody hell is this? Who did this?!"

He's usually a live and let live sort of a bloke but this? Come on now.

W H O O P S

[issacthewrathful]

The first thing Newton hears in reply is the satisfied cackle of a man in bandages with a rosary on his neck. The man seems pleased with himself, satisfied with capturing another one of those vermin.

"Oh, sorry. Were the ropes too tight?" He grins, mocking the man dangling from the ceiling.

"Forgive me, but the Queen did order us to keep the Real things out of the way while they're here. I'm just doing her a favor."

... Someone tell him he accidentally caught himself another Mirror. Please.

[boneandfossil]

"You better hope they're stronger and tighter than magic," he snarls, shifting and twisting, trying to get the right angle so that he can use the wand to undo the rope and free himself.

"And yes, yes she did," Newton snaps, letting his weight drop, hanging straight and staring at the... man. Maybe a man. Who knew what that was.

"Which makes me wonder why you're assaulting Her Majesties own beings," he growls, waving his wand at the man. "Now, let me down before I decide hexing you is the best idea."

[issacthewrathful]

Oh.

O H. Issac pales as the realization hits him like a truck.

"Sweet merciful God, forgive me!" he cried as he hurriedly rushed to undo the trap and safely let Newton down.

"I am so sorry, sir! I thought you were one of the Reals! The traps are meant for them, not you!"

[boneandfossil]

Well at least they realize their mistake, not that Newton looks at all happy even with the apologies.

"How do you just leave random traps? What if the person had been a touch more... aggressive than I am? You would well be nothing more than a smoldering spot on the floor," he points out, moving to his feet with a sigh as Newton works on adjusting his clothes.

"You need to be more circumspect. Spy on them. Look for the ones that look furtive, like they're worried about who might be around the corner... and then be entirely what is around the corner," he says with a wicked smile. "Look at you. Be their nightmares. If they're like my other? They will be screaming within an instant. Pathetic creatures, the whole lot of them."

B-lated, har har

[oathless]

[Rachel doesn't go exploring as much as she maybe should, and she would have huddled away in her room for the whole event had it not been so important to Her Majesty. She was like her new mommy, now, even if Rachel wasn't nearly as attached to her as Daddy. Unsure how to really help, she had packed up her sewing kit in a heart-shaped, pink purse and set out with a hummed lullaby.

AUGH!

[So concentrated on thinking up a plan, she hadn't realized where she was walking until it was too late.]

Oh no... Oh no. Help...? [...] M-my dad will be really mad if you don't let me go!

[no one has to know he isn't here, shhh]

WHOOPS.

[issacthewrathful]

[Ah, yes. Another victim for the Queen. She's going to be so proud of his work here, and maybe God might smile upon him for not being so violent...]

[... Wait. Isaac knows that voice.]

Rachel?!

[Oh, no! What has he done?!? He quickly rushes over and releases her from the trap.]

Ray, are you alright? That wasn't for you, I swear! I am so sorry!

God, forgive me...

[He utters a mortified prayer, begging God for forgiveness.]

[oathless]

[There are many things wrong with this picture, but... Hey, she's free. That's good. She shakily straightens out, brushing imagined dust free of her clothes and peering through her bangs to study this...weird man. Weird man who knows her name and is making himself familiar enough to give her some kind of nickname. What unusual peepers he had...]

Rachel, [she corrects quietly. That other one was Ray. The one that was all wrong while Rachel was stuck being the one called the mirror.] I'm fine.

[It's true. The metal had dug in some and been uncomfortable, but it hadn't broken her skin anywhere. She rolls up her sleeves and offers her arms out to see if that calms him any. And to...maybe get a better look at his eyes. They weren't like hers. Daddy probably wouldn't be interested in them the same way she was.]

Um... I'm sorry... Do you work with my dad...?

[issacthewrathful]

[Isaac blinks, his prayers interrupted. This wan't quite the Ray he remembers, but then again nothing seemed too familiar since he got here. Maybe the Ray he knew is on the other side...?]

[No, that would displace his "Real". The last thing the Mirrorside needs is an unfettered murderer on the loose. At least this Rachel seems nice.]

Ah, sorry Rachel. I...

[Her dad? Odd, the Ray he knew wouldn't speak of her family, much less her dad.]

You'll have to be more specific, Rachel. I don't remember you talking about your father before.

[oathless]

[She's okay. For now.]

Oh, I'm wrong...? [But then how!! does he know her!!!] I thought maybe... You're injured, so I thought he might be helping you. Daddy's a doctor, he does therapy.