you're not the one but you're the only one

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Who: Vexen 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.]

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[After his first encounter with the real Vexen and Kobato, Saix's mirror had lain low, staying out of the way. He had no interest in fighting where it wasn't necessary, and he had no interest in hounding Vexen, even if he did have an interest in Vexen. He had no reason to inflict his presence on any of the others.

He's watched through the mirrors plenty of times before, makes a habit of it even, especially where his own original is concerned. He'd been looking for him lately, hoping that he wasn't going to do something stupid about Beast Boy's situation, but also hoping that he would actually do something. Anything. It's a sick sort of pragmatism that leaves friends to suffer, especially at the hands of the mirrorside's Vexen, simply because the situation is personally risky, but it was the sort of pragmatism he could see the real Saix having.

The real Saix wasn't one for self sacrifice, after all.

The scent of blood in his nostrils suggests there is someone in need of help nearby, and he follows in the direction he'd been heading, eyes open for anyone injured. It wouldn't matter much to this Saix whether it was a mirror, or one of the real people that was hurt; someone was hurt, and he was in the vicinity.

The curled figure by one of the mirrors catches his attention easily enough, along with what they're doing. It doesn't take much to rush over, and catch the hand before it passes on another message, clearing away what was already written with the other.]

I can't allow you to do that.

[It's soft and apologetic, and then the view beyond the mirror catches his attention.

It wasn't what he'd hoped to see when he found his opposite. Perhaps the real Saix was a more ready fighter, but against Kobato his chances were slim. He'd have done better to run, not that his pride would have allowed it regardless.

That idiot.]