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[vitaelamorte]

Who: Her Majesty's Faithful and THE FILTHY TRAITORS
Where: Anywhere the trail takes them
When: between Wednesday May 17th and Saturday May 20th
Rating: PG-13 and up, likely for violence and impolite language
Summary: Many have ventured out to find and apprehend the vile traitors to Her Majesty's flawless rule, but some come a little closer to completing that mission than others...

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mirror alphys and mirror fitz, 5/20

[kairotic]

[This venture for the Queen is getting more complicated and messy than Alphys' mirror thought at the beginning; before one could track down a traitor, it became necessary to figure out who, exactly, the Queen was asking for, and then what side they were on. She had been swapping back and forth all week- after taking a day or two earlier to handle a little personal problem- but she couldn't risk her Real poking around too heavily in her own work. As the final day dawned, however, she got the real lead she needed.

Fitz' mirror was also entirely more guilty than she had previously believed.

A smile crosses her face as she slides out of her own lab chair, doing a quick circle around the room in survey. She wouldn't go unarmed. That would be objectively stupid, considering no one goes to the Queen willingly. That being said, immolating him is likely out. She opts for some of the prototypes Ford's mirror has put before her in the past- energy guns with powerful blasters. She openly carries a bigger one, more akin to the size of a shotgun, and tucks a smaller pistol of her own design into her coat. He won't get the jump on her.

She heads directly to his lab on the mirror side and lets herself in. He's got to be here. He doesn't know she's coming.]

Fitz? I have to speak with you.

[asphyxiaphilic]

[They've already dragged Cisco back. They'll have Mick soon. And though he's heard his name thrown about in conjunction with theirs, Dr. Fitz is almost sure he can make it out of this unscathed. The Queen is mercurial and flighty. She'll be handed the idiots that went across and forget all about his part in their transgression. She'll calm down and forget all about him. For now, there's just the waiting game.

It's annoying when she enters. He's seated in front of his pet deathray project, with his other pet Darcy leashed properly beside him. His eyes roll up to meet the introder, expression blank. She can't know that she's worried him. Only guilty people look worried.]

Doctor Fitz. And yes, what about?

[HE IS SO INNOCENT HERE, DOING NOTHING UNTOWARD.]

[kairotic]

Mm, yes. Anyway.

[She brushes him off effortlessly, not interested in pleasantries. She's the head doctor around here. No one to lead if there's no competition.

And soon, there won't be.]

What a w-week we've been having, hm? Your Real getting up to some rather interesting flights of fancy. Traitors, crossing without permission. A full on witch hunt!

[She steps further into the lab, shutting the door behind her. Purposefully standing before it.]

You wouldn't know anything about what happened with the s-start of that, now would you?

[asphyxiaphilic]

[He regards her coolly, refusing to give away the slightest hint of his guilt even though it's increasingly apparently that she knows.]

I don't pay attention to the nonsense my real thing gets himself into. They're a meaningless distraction.

[He rolls his eyes, and reaches down to run his fingers through his pet's hair.]

Focus on your work. You'll find it more satisfying than the gossip.

[kairotic]

[Of course he doesn't 'pay attention'. Hah. She can nearly smell the fear on him.]

Oh, but I am. And it seems s-someone else has, too!

[She walks closer, leaning her hand on a nearby lab table and drumming her fingers, the claws making a satisfying sharp clack against the smooth top.]

You've been doing quite an amount of talking too! Settling a few debts, as it w-were? Hoping because you didn't cross, the Queen wouldn't take issue?