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entrancelogs2008-10-18 11:39 pm
cryopathic.livejournal.com) wrote in entrancelogs2008-10-18 11:39 pm
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you're not the one but you're the only one
Who: Vexen ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cyrophilia and Mirror!Saix [pacifydivine]
Where Mirrorside.
When: Simultaneously with the events of this post.
Rating: R-13 for slight gore, I guess~
Summary: Vexen, in a minor crisis on the other side of the mirrors, is just in time to see Saix run into one of his own-- but the berserker's mirror think's otherwise. Comment tags.
the Story:
[It had happened by chance-- walking past a mirror in the hallway, Vexen had gotten a glimpse of a--fight? He wasn't sure, but there had been enough blood to make him yank Kobato harshly down a different corridor, before she could see it. But one important detail had mattered:
It was on the other side of the mirrors.
That led him to wonder, then, if anyone on the mansion's real side could see them from where they were, trapped on the reverse of the glass. He'd tried searching for a hallway with people in it, people who might chance a look at the glass-- but either they weren't looking, or they failed to notice.
He tried writing on the glass with a half-dried out pen he found in his pocket... only to find, once they'd circled around, that someone else had wiped the letters off.
It didn't take them long to find out what.
He winces, gripping his side with a shaky hand. The mirror-- Maxwell Carrigan, he won't be forgetting that soon-- obviously hadn't aimed to kill, if the fact that he was still breathing was any indication. He'd shot Vexen in the side, and in the arm, effectively disabling him from casting anything useful (though not before he'd gotten off a good spell or two).
At least Kobato ran when he'd told her to. He hopes the man didn't chase after her. Now, unfortunately, Saix isn't having the sense to do the same.
He'd used his own blood to write that one, morbid, but it works. Where he's curled up on the floor, though, it's hardly any help. Damn idiot.
He raises his hand, ready to write again.]
cyrophilia and Mirror!Saix [pacifydivine]Where Mirrorside.
When: Simultaneously with the events of this post.
Rating: R-13 for slight gore, I guess~
Summary: Vexen, in a minor crisis on the other side of the mirrors, is just in time to see Saix run into one of his own-- but the berserker's mirror think's otherwise. Comment tags.
the Story:
[It had happened by chance-- walking past a mirror in the hallway, Vexen had gotten a glimpse of a--fight? He wasn't sure, but there had been enough blood to make him yank Kobato harshly down a different corridor, before she could see it. But one important detail had mattered:
It was on the other side of the mirrors.
That led him to wonder, then, if anyone on the mansion's real side could see them from where they were, trapped on the reverse of the glass. He'd tried searching for a hallway with people in it, people who might chance a look at the glass-- but either they weren't looking, or they failed to notice.
He tried writing on the glass with a half-dried out pen he found in his pocket... only to find, once they'd circled around, that someone else had wiped the letters off.
It didn't take them long to find out what.
He winces, gripping his side with a shaky hand. The mirror-- Maxwell Carrigan, he won't be forgetting that soon-- obviously hadn't aimed to kill, if the fact that he was still breathing was any indication. He'd shot Vexen in the side, and in the arm, effectively disabling him from casting anything useful (though not before he'd gotten off a good spell or two).
At least Kobato ran when he'd told her to. He hopes the man didn't chase after her. Now, unfortunately, Saix isn't having the sense to do the same.
He'd used his own blood to write that one, morbid, but it works. Where he's curled up on the floor, though, it's hardly any help. Damn idiot.
He raises his hand, ready to write again.]