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Who: Balthazar (or Mirror!Balthazar), and OPEN
Where: the gardens
When: Wednesday-ish
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Summary: Balthazar is just having a nice little booze picnic. The Mirror version is looking for information.

Armed with a blanket from his room, a cooler of beer and bourbon, and a set of sidewalk chalk he retrieved from his closet, Balthazar has found a place to settle, amidst the garden he first stumbled through when he arrived. Now he's in a better state to appreciate the beauty. They may all be in a prison, but at least it's a pretty prison, and well-stocked with comforts.

Anyone who comes upon him will be offered a drink, of course. The later in the day he's found, the more elaborate will be the chalk design he's sketching onto the brick path. It's not recognizable as any specific person or item, just a tangle of color and repeating patterns. Maybe it means something to him.

Leviazar is not interested in alcohol, except as a tool to lubricate social interactions and get others' guards down. He's even less interested in chalk art. Today, he's stayed inside, despite having seen his real depart for the open air. There are other people to watch, on both sides of the mirrors. But a close observer on the realside may catch him tracing Enochian sigils in steamed-up glass, with the tip of one finger.

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Ever since Dick introduced himself, secretly and not so secretly, he wonders amusingly when an assault will come out of nowhere. So far he was only threatened by two people, both of which he was going to ignore completely. That really was not part of the big picture here. If anything, they were just going to slow him down a bit. Really the only thing he was concerned with on any level was if he was here then those he had beneath him would not know what to do with themselves. When he returned, he might have to do a few rounds of bibbing to get his point across.

That being said, he was not expecting to finally run across one of those inhabitants behind the mirror. He recognized those symbols when he got a little bit closer, but that was not what got his attention. If there was anything he could recognize, it would be his own kind. With hands in his pockets, he approached with a smile on his face.

"Well...this is a pleasant surprise."

Dick Roman is a distinct ping on Leviazar's radar; really he was from the moment he arrived. But he's not a real Leviathan, simply a very good facsimile, and he wasn't sure what to make of the feeling. The sense that he's Pinocchio in a toy shop full of other puppets and one Real Live Boy.

Now, though, he can see the stranger face-to-face, and stops his doodling, eyes wide and fascinated, fingertips pressed against the glass. As a matter of course, he keeps the point of his teeth and his bifurcated tongue under wraps, trying to keep from scaring the locals until he's ready. They flash now, in a brief smile of recognition, before his face settles back into a calm that's more like his angelic counterpart's.

He can hear Dick through the glass, and see him quite clearly. It's his understanding that Dick can't hear him, though, and possibly it's only the Leviathan senses piercing the veil that enable him to see him. Well enough. There's still writing.

The glass fogs again, and letters appear: Welcome to Wonderland.

As far as Dick was concerned, something close enough to his kind was the same. He too was intrigued at what he was looking at. Granted, there were strange things where he came from. Seeing something behind the mirror that he knew to be a mirror of another here was not something too familiar.

It was like he was looking at an experiment to meld a Leviathan with something else. Still, he could not help that stirring that he was face to face with one of his own. He continues to smile back before reading that welcome.

"Assuming you can hear me, I appreciate the welcome."

Where to even start with questions about the other side?

"I'm Dick. What should I call you?"

Well, he is the reflection of an angel. What does that say about said angel? What does that say about Leviathans? Maybe they've always been dim reflections of one another in some fashion. God only knows. Literally.

Leviazar wipes the glass with a sleeve, fogs it again, and draws a smiley face, then writes again: My Real is Balthazar the angel. Call me that or something else. idc.

A smiley face was good.

"We'll work on the name part later on then. We'll give you something unique. So you're the mirror for Balthazar...yes. I know who that is here though I doubt he knows me."

Dick, for once, was not keeping himself out in the spotlight other than announcing his own arrival after threatening a few friends. He personally had heard something of what was beyond the mirror in terms of counterparts. He vaguely wondered what his own was like.

"Are you always trapped back there?"

The mirror drums his fingertips on the glass idly. Frustrating not to be able to talk back. Also tricky to write in reverse, but it seems to be working out well enough. He, in turn, wonders what Dick's reflection might be like. He'll have to look for him. Cautiously.

We serve the Queen. We can cross if she sends us. Otherwise, we watch.

If he's honest with himself, he's not entirely thrilled by that state of affairs. It's not so much that he takes issue with being loyal to the Queen. She made them; she can destroy them. That's fair. He just wishes she weren't such a micromanager.

After a moment's thought, he adds: But I'm well fed at least.

"So there is a regime behind the mirror. That does explain a lot about why we're here."

Dick was not even upset by any of this like he assumes most would be. Maybe that was just a Leviathan thing. When confronted with something out of place, it was better to just try and figure that out. He did find the mirror here irritating. It was like there was barely a membrane between them. He went along with it though.

"Being well fed...that sounds like a nice perk. We have something like that over here, but you already know that. It sure doesn't compare to the real thing though."

Because raw meat from a cow or any other mammal that was not human or something like that was not really the same. It almost left him with a hollow feeling that could not be sated by anything. The longer he went without what he wanted, the more he began to feel that annoying pull of desire to tear into every member of this place without hesitation. Unlike his Leviathan underlings, he had an impressive degree of control. Even that could be tested though.

"What are you watching us for? Weaknesses? Curiosity?"

His smile tweaked into something a little more sinister.

"A more satisfying meal? Must get frustrating having to wait."

Not sure whether she brought the Reals. Trying to learn. He answers, then wipes the glass clean again to study Dick through the barrier. It's interesting, how he projects calm confidence. His suit is flawless, his teeth white. Does that put prey at ease in some way?

He'll have to learn what he can from this Real Leviathan.

Fogging the glass once more, he writes: Closets provide almost anything.
He's been unable to secure live prey that way, but raw meat in a variety of types and flavors is easy enough to get. Even something that tastes close to what he imagines human flesh must be like. But then, he's never had the real thing.

Everyone needs ambitions.

All of the above. He answers Dick, and sketches out another smiley-face. Frustrating? Yes. But he hopes the reward of patience and diligence will be worth it.

A nice suit and a nice smile full of white teeth along with a bucket of confidence was enough to get him through the day and sometimes he did manage to get what he wanted. It came with choosing the right form.

"Everybody beyond the mirror is a mirror to those of us on this side. No matter if she brought us or not, she has an army."

Dick was genuinely impressed by this. As far as he knew, nothing like that could be done where he came from. There was only replication, not really creating something. Just copying it on the outside. There was no true admiration as this was all speculation. Maybe she did not create them so much as use what she had.

"It isn't the same though to have food carbon copied like that. It feels...processed. Nothing is really as satisfying as tasting the real thing."

It was still a damn shame that there was this mirror between them. It made him wonder if there was a way at all for him to slip over to that side. Somehow he wanted to speak with this mirror of Balthazar face to face. There was also a curiosity for what was on the other side. Dick never claimed to be on anybody's side, but he was much more willing to consider the alternative to his current one. It would be so much more fun with a potential ally over here.

"When you get to come back over here, I might have to recommend a little of the local cattle here."

He could not help, but continue to smile in response.

After this encounter, there's a good chance Leviazar will be asking his closet for a nice suit and a selection of tasteful neckties. Yes, that's definitely a good idea.

Haven't crossed over yet, but want to. And get a bite of Real Thing. Oh, yes. Plus, now he has additional motivation in the form of another of his kind. He's in no position right now to request favors from the Queen; he hasn't done anything useful yet. But he'll be looking for the opportunity. Maybe he can even broker an alliance somehow.

Trying to collect shapes now, he adds. Mirrors and Real Things look alike.

And then Leviazar would look fabulous. Dick would say so in so many words since he believed that looking one's best was definitely part of an image. It was a shame to him that this mirror did not get the chance to cross over.

"You'll get your chance. I'm sure of it."

Because being confident meant that Dick could have anything he wanted and he believed that for his own kind as well. He was particularly interested in the part about these Mirrors and Real Things as they were called looking alike. There was a lot of potential there to cause trouble. He still was not sure what he wanted to do here in terms of his own goals next to consuming as many of them as possible when he got the chance to. This was definitely the start of something progressive.

He could feel that quite clearly.

"Don't be shy here. Call this extending an olive branch, but is there anything I can get for you on this side?"

He finds himself wanting to impress this particular Real. And that's a dangerous game. Presumably the Queen doesn't want her creations getting too attached to anything other than her, but he thinks he can strike a balance for now. He draws another smiley face as he considers the offer.

Information? He writes a moment later. The others from your world. Tell me about the Reals, and I'll ask around about the Mirrors?

That seemed like a fair trade. Dick could get behind that. Right now, he had no reason to distrust this one. There would be no point in deceit. This was working towards a mutual goal of some kind and time would tell if it would hold. His hunches were never wrong though. He got the strong vibe that this was what he needed to make some legitimate progress here. He returned a bigger smile in response to the smiley face.

And here he thought before this chance encounter that he was going to have to work on his own.

"That sounds acceptable to me. I'm curious about the Mirrors."

If this was face to face, he would have had them shake on it. He was highly accustomed to doing so when a deal had been made. When there was not a mirror between them, he would make certain to do so.

"I assume you know something about your Real as you put it. If not, I'll see what I can do there. Where would you like me to start?"

If nothing else, this is going to be fun. Leviazar is thoroughly convinced of that.

I will look for your Mirror, he writes. It was something he was going to do, anyway. It's possible the Mirror version won't be of any use at all, of course, but it's a good place to start.

I know enough. He grimaces eloquently. Ugh, angels. He considers a moment, then writes slowly Castiel. He's important to Balthazar.

He's a little reluctant to approach Castiel's mirror himself. There's something sharp and uncomfortable that twitches in his brain when he thinks about him. He can't be sure whether that's remnants of emotion from his Real or something instinctive from within him. Regardless, he's being cautious.

Perhaps Crowley, also. He adds.

"You have my appreciation. I just hope that my Mirror will be useful to you."

Both of those names were very familiar to Dick. He had not exactly gone looking for either of them here, but he knew that they were. it was high time that he went out of his way to get reacquainted. Both of them being here felt almost like a gift to him. It was quite rude of them to not say hello to him when he originally made his public announcement. He was starting to get the feeling that he was not wanted here...well until now that is.

He noted the other's reactions with an understanding that most would not. There were many annoying beings in all of creation and angels ranked among some of the most annoying and disgusting really. Add in a few humans and demons and it was practically a convention of the most detestable scum one might find at the bottom of their shoes.

"You're in luck there. I know both of them well enough. Castiel happened to be the vessel for myself and the rest of the Leviathan to be able to finally escape Purgatory. I think paying him a little visit to thank him again for the ride is definitely in order. As for Crowley....what a spineless waste of an existence he is."

There was much more he would need to uncover, but he a show of good faith by starting into what he did know tended to strengthen a growing bond.

"That's just for starters. I hope that wets your appetite."

Through the mirror, the younger Leviathan listens raptly, fingertips barely resting on the glass. The information on Castiel is utterly new. Crowley...well, he's not sure he's surprised to hear the demon described that way. Meg seems to have some use. He's inclined to doubt most other demons do.

Castiel was a vessel? That must have been after my Real died. He has some rudimentary memory from Balthazar, and that's not a part of it. Interesting.

Appetite, haha! What do demons taste like?

"Must have been after then. Amusing though, isn't it? Castiel needs a vessel and he became the vessel for something else. He was greedy, but it worked out for the best. If you can wrap your mind around this, he and Crowley worked together briefly to pull that off...not that it worked out too well for the demon. I can't say that I sympathize at all."

Now this was where Dick got to reminisce on his past meals. Oh, he has a rather nice smile on his face now. He felt like he had not had a damn bite in centuries. All of these residents were being paraded in front of him like prime steaks and he had yet to even have a sample of it. This growing need for food did not show on his face. He did have an image even in front of the other.

"Every being has a different taste to it. I had demon once or twice. Add a little spice to them and they can be uniquely delicious."

Ironic! But this is good information. It helps him connect the dots from the inklings he has of Purgatory to the memories he holds, taken and adapted from his Real.

The talk is making Leviazar hungry, as well, but he has no past memories to compare his current fare to. Listening to Dick talk, he realizes that for the moment that's a good thing. Not knowing what he's missing will make him less distractible. Not that the real Leviathan seems to have much trouble controlling himself. But he may be an extraordinary example.

There's another demon: Meg. Working on an alliance with the mirrorside version.

"I am acquainted with Meg. Call her somebody I would like to have over for dinner."

All the trouble she caused for Dick just being in the same league with the Winchesters and the mobile vessel Castiel...he really needed to see Meg again. He would have to purposely run into her sometime and give her a nice little greeting. He doubted it would be anything but their own brand of pleasant that could only come between a Leviathan and a demon whore. He digressed though. As for the hunger, that was just one of the many perks of being at the very top of not only the respective food chain, but of his own kind.

"I'm pleased to hear that. Already making progress before we met. I wish I had that kind of dedication from the rest of those beneath me."

if all of that worked out then he would very much like to meet this mirror of Meg.

Mirror Meg dislikes her Real. Maybe they can make use of that. Leviazar smiles to himself. He's a firm believer that the enemy of his enemy is...well, not friend, exactly, but ally, certainly.

Guess I'm a self-starter? He's flattered, and pleased. Seems like they both have their assignments now, though. Maybe they should go get started. Any more questions for me?

"Self-starter indeed! This mirror of Meg might come in handy. I'll trust you to make the final call on if she can come through."

Dick did think it was important to let others know when they were doing a good job. That kept the peace and losing anybody that might as well be an ally here was not an option.

"I'm going to keep my eyes open for anybody on this side that might end up being useful."

As for questions for this one, he had plenty of things he could bring up. They could be here all day and neither of them would get anything done. There was no time like the present to get to work. They would have to make this a regular meeting to trade information.

"I suppose whatever other questions can wait to get this started. I want to keep in touch though. I'm flexible to when and where."

Positive reinforcement seems the way to go with Leviazar. The smiley-face he draws this time is a bit bigger than the others. Good, yes. Time to get to work.

He considers a moment. He spends a great deal of time in his real's vicinity, like all the other mirrors, but it might be smarter not to meet anywhere too directly connected to either the Real Balthazar or the Mirror Dick. He chuckles to himself softly as he writes his suggestion: The kitchen? In a week?

Dick was all about positive reinforcement. There was no better way to get along with potential allies and co-workers. At seeing that smiley face and that meeting location suggested, he could not help it. A big smile crossed his face and he chuckled.

"Kitchen in a week. I'll be there making a sandwich."

Good on this guy for being the first one he felt he could count on here. He had a really good feeling about this. He did not want to hold him up anymore than he felt that he had. It was necessary.

"It really is a shame you're on that side of the mirror. We have to work with what we got though."

Mm. Sandwich. That sounds appealing right about now. Leviazar may just do the same thing, when he gets a chance.

Maybe not forever. We'll get by. He has allies on his side of the mirror, but this guy is a man after his own heart. They may actually get somewhere, working together.

But not today. Leaving now. TTYL! He writes, then wipes the glass clean and withdraws to get to work.

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for Leviazar of course c:

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