entrancelogs | [MIRRORSIDE] trying to start something new

Who: Mirror!Crowley (Gadreel) & MIRRORS!!
Where: MIRROR SIDE
When: 17th March
Rating: PG-13 at the moment
Summary: The mirror side has never had a clinic. After the Queen of Hearts declaration of war, Gadreel decides that he can't wait any longer to do something about it (replies to come from

neversauntered).
The Story:

i. early morning

[A large room off the entrance hall had been just the right place to begin.

Gadreel knows that he's taking a risk. He knows that most of the Mirrors can't be trusted, and that many of them will object to what he's doing. He knows, too, that a lot of them are going to try to stop him. What he knows more than anything is that the Queen of Hearts will try to stop him... but he's hoping that she's too occupied with her own fury to pay any attention to him now.

Still, he runs excuses through his head. Over and over, he thinks through ways that he can justify this. Ways he can try to make it seem like a good idea.

The angel starts by cleaning. The room is spacious, but unused, and has been claimed by layers of dust and spiders being fed by God knows what, weaving their webs in high corners and behind furniture. It takes hours to clear it out, especially if he has to do it alone, and to push what meagre furniture the room has up against one wall until he can decide what to do with it. He's going to need cabinets, and... beds. This place is going to need beds.]

ii. evening

[When the room smells faintly of citrus rather than simply musty, Gadreel sits on a lone chair and winces as it creaks underneath him. He looks around, chewing his lip, and presses his hands together under his chin.]

This could get you into so much trouble, Gadreel. [He says softly, closing his eyes.] I hope you know what you're doing.

[There is enough room for just over half a dozen beds, by his reckoning, and a desk, a few cabinets... shelves, too. He draws his lower lip in under his teeth and bites it again. After all this time spent trying to fly under the radar, this could be the thing that finally gets him branded as a traitor. It could be, but... it has to be worth it. It has to be.

A little later, he has squirreled a small number of medical supplies into the so far mostly empty room, as well as a table to sort them on. Every time he hears footsteps near the door, he flinches and freezes, staring towards the noise with wide green eyes until it either fades away... or someone walks in.]

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[She lingers there, not moving closer. Much as she might taunt others, she's also not taking chances with someone she doesn't know. That's a quick way to pain and torture.]

That's not preparing the way most are.

[But it makes her curious, just as he does, as her head cants to one side, watching his movements.]

I guess She'd want that though, huh? Can't win a war if everyone gets hurt.

Some of us are not able to fight. [He says carefully.] And some of us would prefer not to.

[A flaw in the making, perhaps, but the fact of it was that no matter how many times they were remade some of them would always fall into one of those categories.

He makes a point of ensuring it's not clear which one he falls into.]

But we can have other uses.

[That made Dee think, considering that and all it means. Shifting as she folds her arms over her chest, watching him.]

Yeah? In what ways? I mean, don't say this...

[She flicks her head to indicate the room, her hair swishing about her face as she does.]

I get that. Just curious if you have thoughts about other ways.

I do.

[Deep breath. In, and out. It isn't that he's worried for himself - Gadreel has methods of combat at his disposal that most Mirrors wouldn't dare to dream of - but he doesn't want to have to hurt anyone to keep himself out of harm.

Doesn't want to, but he will.]

We have scientists here. Doctors. People who can't fight but who can give aid to those who do. We should all have a place in this conflict, don't you think?

[She shrugs, but then she's young, and not been in a war. Even her real hasn't. Not yet in her world.]

I think we're... I think we're taking a lot of chances when the other side knows us as much as we know them.

But yeah, makes sense. If we get hurt too much, she might just get rid of us.

I don't know if the other side knows us as well as we know them. [Gadreel tells her with a small, almost tight smile.] They can't see us. They can't watch us.

['We're not like them.' echoes the voice in his head.]

But there are going to be losses in this war, no matter what.

[Dee hadn't thought it that way. Not when she considers how much they come from them. Yet... She nods, liking how that sounds a lot.]

I... I don't want to hurt her. Steal from her? Sure, that's fun, but I don't want to hurt her.

[Dee's gaze is furtive, panicked, glancing around but not quite looking at him.]

[Gadreel does his best to maintain a calm, encouraging expression. This is going to be hard on all of them, even if some of them will enjoy it more than they should...]

Maybe... you'd like to help me in here?

[Dee hasn't put a lot of thought into what she's going to do when the war starts. At least nothing more than doing whatever it takes to survive.

That question though makes her look around, considering for a moment before she starts to slowly nod, bringing her gaze back to him.]

I'd like that. I'm Dee, by the way. Well, Wendy but I kinda wanted a name different than hers.

[The angel smiles brightly. He couldn't have wished for an easier time of things with what he's doing in here. It could be that no one has really noticed - or that, at the moment, no one cares - but he had expected more of a challenge towards anyone doing something constructive.]

Well! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dee. My name is Gadreel.

[A lucky one, with an entirely different name.]

... Tell me, what do you think of them? The Reals.

[That he smiles makes her realize she's made the right decision, and also eases her nerves enough to step forward and into the room.]

Gadreel. Well, that's a name. Not bad, but sounds like a total like Shakespeare name.

[That question catches her off guard, making her pause to think about it. No one has ever put the question to her like that when talking about them.]

I think... maybe they're all messed up in his like we are. I mean, we were made here, I'm told but they were kidnapped. So this is our home, but for them it's not even close to their lives and they don't know if they ever get them back or not.

Now they come over here trying to kill us, I'm in on saving the rest of us, but I don't...

[She sighs, pausing as she looks around. It doesn't matter, but she can still be overheard no matter what, but it is habit to ensure a conversation is not being listened to.]

I don't want to kill them. Why would I want to?

[Ah, good, yes! He brightens still further when she steps in, though his overall expression softens as she speaks.]

Exactly! I... I haven't been here for long enough to know who began the feud, but I do know that there has to be another way. Something that isn't mutual extermination.

[Gadreel would be hard to kill. Others? Not so much.]

I hold no disloyalty to the Queen. I don't believe I'm capable. But... I don't think that war is the best course of action. Not for us, or for her.

[Dee makes a face then, nose wrinkling as she nods at that.]

This goes to war and I'm toast. I mean, sure my Real has some skills with this stuff but I wasn't made that way.

[She could learn it but in time? Probably not.]

Especially unless she's planning on doing something to make us all warriors.

Some people aren't made to be warriors. And some... wouldn't wish to be, even if they could.

[Gadreel, falling into the second category, shifts uncomfortably at the thought and turns away from her to look around the room.]

I'd like those who can't be warriors to still have a use.

I don't want to be one either. I just don't want to die.

[Which means if it comes down to it, she's the type to do what she has to.

Talking a breath, considering her words before whispering softly.]

Do you think she cares if we die?

No.

[It's hard to say, but honest. No, he doesn't think the Queen cares if any of them die. They're only good to her for as long as they're useful.]

I think... we're her pawns. Nothing more than that.

[Her mouth tights, nodding even if she doesn't look as resigned to that answer as she acts. She looks scared.]

So this, right? We have to do for ourselves?

That's right.

[It's in a tentative kind of way that he moves to put his hand on her arm. Slowly, to give her the time to pull away.]

Don't worry.

[Dee smiles at that touch, not used to things like that but finding this whole talk, the gentle touch, it makes her happy.]

Then that's what we'll do. Worrying or not.

[She can't promise not to worry but won't let it hold her back.]

[MIRRORSIDE] trying to start something new

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