Holding Down The Fort

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Who:Dean Winchester [viva_la_impala],Rizelle [marionetteweb],Russia [sunflowersunday],Nikki [rvolutionaryboy],Saffron[cunningcleavage] and Anyone Else Who Shows Up
WhereThe Main Foyer/Hall
When:During all the Hullabaloo
Rating:R for mouths,mirrors,and violence [preemptive]
Summary:Dean is holding down the fort, Mad Martigan style.
the Story:

Dean wasn't one to swallow lectures while holding his tongue, but he figured Sam had been entitled when he'd gone off on Dean about getting himself killed by ghosts. The younger Winchester often railed agaisnt the older, but it was usually a verbal sparring match. This time Dean had kept the biting sarcasm back, or rather he hadn't had to, it wasn't there. He owed it to Sam to let his brother worry. He'd have done the exact same thing. And it was Sam's angry puppy eyes that had made Dean promise to say on the "real" side of the mirrors.

Besides, he had a plan. Using pieces of scrap metal he'd pawned from the vendors Dean had fashioned a Knight of Mirrors type outfit. The way he figured it, mirrors would come at him, see their reflections in one of the shiney surfaces and poof!back to their own side. At least in theory that was what was supposed to happen.

Still, he kept a number of hand mirrors on himself, including on looped around is wrist with a leather thong so it couldn't be knocked from his hand. It was his job to hold down the fort here, he'd made that promise to Haruhi and goddamn he was going to do it. He'd set up base camp in the Main Hall. It just seemed like the place where shit might start. A chair and a cooler full of beer, soda, and sandwhiches sat beside his private arsenal. This was going to be a long vigil.

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Say hello to the trap

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Haruhi, the weak Haruhi had crossed over several hours ago. This left him plenty of time to play with the weaklings on this side. It wasn't that they were weak in body. No, she had gathered many strong friends in that regard. It was their minds that were weak, their souls even. If one wanted to go so far as that, which Haru didn't. Instead he'd rather have fin with one of her precious little friends.

It wasn't hard, finding one. In fact the idiot had practically pasted a sign on himself in bright reflective lights. Pity for him no one had mentioned that mirror and true self needed to be staring at one another for the mirror to return. Haruhi was nowhere near one of his mirrors and Haru wasn't planning on returning to the other side any time soon. Not when there was such a tasty little mouse just standing around and waiting for a cat.

Haru shoved his hands deep into her pockets and made his way down the stairs. Being a mirror of her he could imitate her voice perfectly. It was more fun to ruin others lives when he could do so under the guise of an innocent little girl after all. Once he'd arrived behind the man he tapped him on the shoulder, keeping his face the same as she always looked. Keeping his disguise perfect. "You're still here?"

Re: Say hello to the trap

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Dean felt the tap on his shoulder and jumped slightly. Someone had gotten the drop on him. He hated that with a passion. Intent on telling the person off, he turned around, a swear loaded on his lips. He fumbled when he saw Haruhi standing there, the words leaving him in a quick embarassed exhalation.

"Oh! Haruhi! I didn't hear you." He laughed trying to recover his verbal footing. This girl, without doing anything, could make him feel vastly uncomfortable, not to mention intensely protective. "Come to take a swing at the Queen?"

Re: Say hello to the trap

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He shook his head before laughing her laugh, letting his face contort into hers before talking. "What are you wearing?" He hadn't come in with a complete plan, he'd have to think on it and make it up as he went along. Of course, Haru was good at thinking on his feet. How to torture this pathetic little boy. He hadn't seen much of his interactions with her. They'd been guarded, or perhaps simply in a place with no mirrors. He would have to wing it.