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entrancelogs2014-05-04 10:15 am
bludgeoning) wrote in entrancelogs2014-05-04 10:15 am
The Fallen Blade
Who: Mirror!Aziraphale and you! (but especially thepointisdolphins)
Where: Just about anywhere your little heart desires
When: May 4-10, any time of day
Rating: R for murder
Summary: Mirror!Aziraphale has a mission...
The Story:
He had been biding his time. It wasn't unusual for him to watch and wait to enact a plan. He had done so for eleven years to stop the apocalypse. He bided his time, did his best to influence the young antichrist into not starting the apocalypse. He mapped out where each of the horsepeople were and found them, putting an end to each one. Except Death of course. Even Zirah knew you could not kill Death.
The party had shown him that not just his mind, but his body could cross over to the Real Side. And he had made a promise to Caphriel's imposter. Zirah kept his promises. It was a shame he couldn't use his weapon of choice, but he wanted to make this relatively quick and extremely painful. A fitting punishment for impersonating an angel, he thought. He took the dagger he had managed to acquire whose blade had been dipped in holy water three times. It was well concealed in it's metal sheath in his tweed jacket, safe even for him to handle as long as he didn't touch the blade.
Determined, he walked up to the mirror in his room. He could see his Real, the angel that looked like him, sitting in his favorite chair reading a book. For some reason, the angel had never bothered to cover his mirror, giving Zirah quite the show on numerous occasions. He placed his hands on the cool glass and.... pushed through. It was surprisingly easy. Why had he not done this before? Of course the mirror gave some resistance, enough that when he broke into the Real Side he stumbled and landed on the bed awkwardly. He looked around the room for the angel, but he was nowhere to be found. Oh yes, someone had mentioned something about that, didn't they? That they switched places? Good.
Zirah could afford to have his mission interrupted.
He cast one last look around the room before he headed out into the Real Side of Wonderland, determined to find his target.
((ooc: This post has been a long time coming! Everyone feel free to tag this! Zirah may be determined, but he will still converse with others on his way! And Aziraphale's mirror has been given mod approval to make the leap. Expect more fun coming up!))
thepointisdolphins)Where: Just about anywhere your little heart desires
When: May 4-10, any time of day
Rating: R for murder
Summary: Mirror!Aziraphale has a mission...
The Story:
He had been biding his time. It wasn't unusual for him to watch and wait to enact a plan. He had done so for eleven years to stop the apocalypse. He bided his time, did his best to influence the young antichrist into not starting the apocalypse. He mapped out where each of the horsepeople were and found them, putting an end to each one. Except Death of course. Even Zirah knew you could not kill Death.
The party had shown him that not just his mind, but his body could cross over to the Real Side. And he had made a promise to Caphriel's imposter. Zirah kept his promises. It was a shame he couldn't use his weapon of choice, but he wanted to make this relatively quick and extremely painful. A fitting punishment for impersonating an angel, he thought. He took the dagger he had managed to acquire whose blade had been dipped in holy water three times. It was well concealed in it's metal sheath in his tweed jacket, safe even for him to handle as long as he didn't touch the blade.
Determined, he walked up to the mirror in his room. He could see his Real, the angel that looked like him, sitting in his favorite chair reading a book. For some reason, the angel had never bothered to cover his mirror, giving Zirah quite the show on numerous occasions. He placed his hands on the cool glass and.... pushed through. It was surprisingly easy. Why had he not done this before? Of course the mirror gave some resistance, enough that when he broke into the Real Side he stumbled and landed on the bed awkwardly. He looked around the room for the angel, but he was nowhere to be found. Oh yes, someone had mentioned something about that, didn't they? That they switched places? Good.
Zirah could afford to have his mission interrupted.
He cast one last look around the room before he headed out into the Real Side of Wonderland, determined to find his target.
((ooc: This post has been a long time coming! Everyone feel free to tag this! Zirah may be determined, but he will still converse with others on his way! And Aziraphale's mirror has been given mod approval to make the leap. Expect more fun coming up!))