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I must crucify the ego before it's far too late

Who:Real!Gabriel and Mirror!Gabe (OTA seriously)
Where:Mirrorverse or Wonderland
When: The duration of the event.
Rating:I'll slap a PG-13 on this just cause it's Gabe but will change if it goes in other places for one reason or another.
Summary: Mirror!Gabriel answers his Queen and crosses over, throwing his real self into the mirror world and the Archangel is going to go poke around where he doesn't belong. Still no regrets in not breaking his mirror.
The Story:

So this is how the other half lived hm? How curious. Gabriel thought to himself as he milled about the reverse mansion. He wonders who else was trapped here or what alternate versions of people were still on this side. Was Michael here? Or William? These versions were said to be polar opposites, his curiosity does have him nearly itching to see what they're like. It's just too bad he can't speak with himself… or could he? There had to be a safe way to do so.

Ah well, the Queen made a mistake letting him cross over. He'd been honestly hoping for an opportunity to get into this world and learn what he could. He wondered what would happen, if most of her soldiers are over trying to collect the sword, does that leave her mostly unguarded? Could he kill her? Would that send them all back or destroy the balance? Really, if the Queen weren't worried about having him here than she was a fool.

((ooc: you can find him all around the reverse world/mansion, feel free to toss whoever at either of them. I'm up for whatever!))

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"Lucky him." He shrugs, "Though I can't say I'm all that disappointed to meet you and get a feel for what it would've been like if he'd let his... darker urges take control. Though I'm already over this bratty ego of yours. I much rather like him understanding his position."

He smirks softly, hands clasped behind his back as he begins to circle where William is perched, walking the edge of the table.

"Not only am I not going to simply take your word for a grain of salt but I'm almost positive you're just enough of a coward to strike me when my back is turned."

There are a few things William can tell just by the way that Gabriel is acting, from the things that he's saying. The first one is glaringly obvious; that his other self isn't anyone of any kind of importance. Had it been so, the Archangel would have said it by now instead of circling like a cat stalking it's prey. Which meant the obvious disrespect. In a way it was interesting to see this one talking and acting like he was in charge of the whole thing, William just turning his head slightly to follow Gabriel's path. Sure, there's a knife in his other hand behind his back, but that's just in case.

"No point in attacking you, that would benefit no-one at the end of it all. I'm only armed in case you feel the need to do something stupid. Anyway, you've not said anything original to warrant my full attention since you got here. Considering I hear God, you have your work cut out for you."

Gabriel notes the knife held at his back, grip loose enough that he obviously wasn't afraid, but tight enough to show he was poised and ready to strike. Curious. This one certainly had more strength and confidence, two traits he did often try to give William more of. Not that he'd want him to go full circle and end up like this one was.

However when he mentions God he stops, eyes taking on something sharp as he narrows them slightly and stares the other down.

"You?" A mocking little laugh. "You speak with God?? Here? How? He's not here. Clearly you are delusional. This isn't his world or his creation. What nonsense, don't tell me my Mirror honestly buys that bullshit."

Eyes narrow slightly at the mocking laugh, though William isn't going to rise to that insult. He's caught glimpses of the other him, and he can't blame Gabriel one bit for being derisive of the whole thing. Doesn't mean he's not telling the truth though, William merely tapping his foot in the air to a rhythm only he can hear.

"When you're quite done with your posturing horse crap? Ready? Alright. The Gabriel here doesn't have to buy it when he knows it's the truth; I'm a prophet, and he's sworn to protect me. You and I both know you can't get an archangel to do something they don't want to do so...." William pauses, putting a finger to his chin as he pretends to think on it.

"Unless you're trying to say that your Father isn't powerful enough to talk across realms. Tsk tsk, what a terrible son."

The little shit was really working on his nerves but he did his best to quell down the way it gets his back up. He breathes out softly, hiding what he can so the other doesn't see how he nearly rises to the bait.

"It's not that I doubt His power so much as I doubt You. If he were going to speak to anyone it would be me not some worthless, egotistical little mirror brat. You aren't even the Real Thing. I'm his Son. You are a COPY of a man who is part of a parasitic race of destructive and flawed beings."

Alright, so his emphasis in his ranting is a dead give away but he's approaching the other, stalking forward and squaring his shoulders as he bares down on him.

It is a dead give away, the smirk on William's lips widening ever so slightly as Gabriel bears down on him. Most would be terrified at the sight, but William is so used to his own Gabriel that he's almost de-sensitized to it. That and the whole thing is a power play, one he's not intending on losing anytime soon, and so he sits there, head tilting up as he watches the archangel stomping on over. He's not even going to flinch away, watching with blatant amusement.

"You are like a bull in a china shop. I don't need to answer to you, so if that's the opinion you want, then you're entitled to keep it. Doesn't change the truth one bit, but that's your problem not mine."

Gabriel's lip curls as he begins to snarl but in a split-second later that same lip pulls up into a smirk. He backs off, clearly finding something amusing, a little something William hasn't seemed to pick up on, a funny little joke only he knows. He moves around the other, eyes shifting to the room they're in as he considers this thought.

"I do wonder, what happens if I were to kill you here? Do you have several lives like us?" Or does he just die? That would certainly give the other a damn good reason not to piss him off and MAYBE show an ounce of respect. He doesn't care how good the boy is with that knife, it's not going to hurt him. He'll have his head clean off his shoulders before he can so much as blink.

"Or are you just like any human?"

The amusement on Gabriel's face is enough to wipe the smirk from William's, the mirror unsure of why he should even be worried about it. Everything is telling him that right now this has gone from sniping at each other to bad news, that feeling solidified by the mention of being killed. William doubts Gabriel would strike, but is that him knowing better or just assuming by thinking of what his Gabriel would do?

"That's for me to know." It's about as neutral as William can even stomach replying with, rolling his eyes as he turns his nose up slightly. This version of the archangel is obnoxious as anything. Wonders never ceased. "Do you really think the Queen would let the mirrors cross over and not expect people to strut in here to take a swipe?"

Gabriel smirks knowingly not at all detered by his response. He turns his back as he takes a few paces away from William. With a roll of his shoulders his muscles shift under the skin and from his back sprout the pair of black feathered wings. With it Gabriel answers with a pointed,

"And for me to find out."

He tilts his head as his wings spread, quivering before drawing in to fold on his back, giving the other quite a view. It's not meant to show off, more like revealing you have a gun hidden under your jacket, a warning to show he's quite armed and quite serious. A glance over one shoulder before he turns to address William once more.

"Really now, and she has given you a way to protect yourself from me? Because a knife really won't do much for you." He glances around as if looking for that very thing and finding nothing. How sad.

"Oh." Something seems to dawn on him, "That's right, your bodyguard is on the other side. I suppose that just proves where his real loyalties lie." He shrugs.

"Unless you both share the same, which, I assume you do and you lied earlier to protect her from me. Furthermore, if you are that strong to defend yourself from me, why would you need an Archangel to protect you?"

He stalks forward with a dark grin, "Now. Are you going to continue this charade or will I have to hurt you to get the answers I want?"

A normal person would have run for it the moment those wings unfurled, would run twice as fast if they knew what damage could be done with those dark feathers. William wasn't running though, watching the wings with nothing more than bemusement. Even birds could posture like that.

It's only when Gabriel mentions his mirror that the alarm bells in William's head give a brief, single bleat of noise. Now this could be trouble indeed, the mirror stamping down on any kind of nerves. Nerves were a weakness, and when it came to angels like this, the worst thing anyone could do was show signs of being afraid. That and who was afraid? Certainly not William, not in his eyes at any rate. Shoulders are squared when the archangel stalks in, the human leaning back ever so slightly. So it was threats of violence now? Where the normal William was not someone who enjoyed violence, the same could not be said for his counterpart in the mirror world. Instead of backing off like any normal, sane being would, he merely gives another grin, eyebrows raising.

"I dare you."

Gabriel's brows raise at the dare and he has to say he's rather impressed. The William he knows would have cowered and begged for forgiveness and yet this one doesn't bat an eye. Oh what he wouldn't give to be able to teach his William to be as strong. Not that the real one hasn't made him proud when standing up to his father and doing what is necessary, just sometimes his groveling and penitent ways were a little disappointing. He needed work, he wasn't a failure but he wasn't like his Mirror either. This one had fire, a spine... the qualities of a true leader. He's everything he tried to make William.

Aside from the insane idea that he could speak with God of all things. Ridiculous.

He eases back from the way he loomed over the other, curious if he even KNEW what he was capable of. How those wings weren't just for show and flight. He begins to wonder if his own Mirror had any sort of backbone when it came to this human or if he were simply a lap dog to command. Had he even raised a feather to his master before? Has this "Prophet" ever seen the appendages being used to their full potential?

"I'm almost a little disappointed by my mirror self if he's given in to a petulant brat like you." He's taking a few steps away, enough to be just out of strike range, but close enough for what he plans to do. He just needs to be close enough for the longest, top most primary to reach him.

"Have you ever seen him cut someone down? Was that an order you've given? Are you aware of what we're capable of?" He pauses, "Or is it that Archangels in this world aren't near as strong as I?"

He has plenty of questions, wondering about his other self and the other mirrors, how this world differs. It's a distraction, turning slightly from William to show him his shoulder. On one hand it's giving him a perfect opportunity to strike at his side, his ribs or even his back for a kidney shot if he leaped off the table to do so. However at this range he had more reach than William could hope to and in a blink he made his move. The other may not feel more than a flick of cool wind and a sting across his cheek as the feather brushes just under his eye. It cuts clean and smooth, barely noticeable, like the sharpest knife being thrown past his ear. The cut itself isn't deep or long, just enough to cause him to bleed. An example, at best.

"Consider that a lesson before you decide to push me again." There isn't much to indicate what just happened other than the slight shift or ruffle of a wing as it re-situates itself on his back.

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The mirror doesn't answer the questions as Gabriel asks them, keeping his mouth firmly closed and not saying a single word in return. He isn't going to answer anything he doesn't want to, and giving the other information so easily would be folly. William doesn't doubt for a second this one would take anything he could and run with it.

When the wing lashes out William is so caught up in keeping his shoulders squared that he barely even flinches, not even feeling the cut to begin with. He just keeps his stare on the archangel for a few seconds, wondering just what the Hell he was meant to be doing with this one. This Gabriel was going to be a handful, and it's on the heels of that thought that his cheek finally begins to sting, William silently raising fingertips to press against it. The wetness on his face says it all, the mirror pulling his hand back to peer at the red on it, index finger and thumb slowly rubbing together as he studies his own blood with a curious look.

This was now new territory and William can't deny he's fascinated by it. Fascinated and irked. This opposite of his Gabriel was just that in every sense, brash, loud-mouthed and arrogant. It's enough that William is starting to wish his own Gabriel was back, putting his hand down and giving the most elegant shrug he can muster. In his opinion that's more than Gabriel deserves right now, smile not even reaching his eyes.

"I'll push you all I want. If you think a scratch is a lesson then I have some very bad news for you. Anyway, who's to say I didn't tell you where the Queen was? For all you know, I could be sending you in the right direction in the hopes of watching her smear you across the floor in a bloody paste."

William briefly studies his fingers again, wondering where he can wipe the blood before shrugging inwardly, licking them clean before rubbing his hands together.

"You must have one serious death wish. What exactly is stopping me from slaughtering you and whoever else I might encounter?"

Gabriel watches the other over one shoulder, brow quirking as William studies the blood on his fingers before lifting them to his lips. He watches with interest as the boy licks them clean, slightly taken aback by the display and noting the stark contrast. There's no way his William would've done such a thing, this one's certainly more twisted by far.

He turns to face the other once more and moves to take a seat or lean against something at a distance.

"Your Queen would be powerless to stop me without her precious Sword. That's what your friends are after, aren't they?"

"That's such a cliche thing to say I'm already disappointed. You could kill me and everyone else, but if that had been the plan then you would have done it already. The fact is, you're interested, and until then I'll just keep on breathing."

The cut on the side of William's cheek is still trickling slightly, though for now he'll ignore it, more focused on staring Gabriel down as the other settles opposite him. He noticed the slightly shocked look, and it speaks volumes about the other William, enough that he'll go for a distraction as opposed to answering the question asked. As far as William cares, they will only talk about what he wants, not what Gabriel wants. That's the way it goes, grey eyes full of amusement. Time to push some buttons.

"You go ahead and assume that. Anyway, the other William looks like a complete pushover from what I've seen. I sure hope you're not screwing him, looks like a total waste of time."

Oh how those brows raise at the notion. Sleep with William? That's ridiculous. So much so that he's going to snicker softly as he utterly fails to stifle a laugh, one that is somewhat boisterous when it eventually bubbles forth.

"You can't be serious." If he were to be honest it's not that he wouldn't sleep with William so much as he hasn't even considered any sort of relationship like that. He's fairly certain the Principate wouldn't harbor any sort of feelings for him in that way anyway. He's in love with Claire and married, as far as he knew.

"Are YOU sleeping with your lap dog?"

Sleeping with his own Gabriel? That gets another smirk from the mirror, the young man peering over at Gabriel with a shrewd look. He'll leave it once again to the other's imagination, because where would the fun be in letting the angel know? Still, if he wasn't sleeping with the guy, what was the point of the other William?

"If you aren't screwing him, why keep him around? From what I've seen he doesn't fight, he doesn't talk to God, he's just about useless. Unless it's the novelty of having a human pet." That would sort of make sense, this Gabriel looked lethal, it was etched in every move the other made, like a predator stalking through the wilderness. Obviously he was keeping the other William around for shits and giggles, it was the only explanation.

"You should ditch him, if you're smart. If my opposite is as useless as he looks then they're nothing but a liability."

"I have my reasons. Of which I see no point in explaining to you." They wouldn't be good enough but it was more interesting to keep the other guessing, just as William has with certain other questions of his. His mind painting interesting pictures of this William and his mirror-self, ones he's not so sure he likes. The idea of a human dominating him in the bedroom was just preposterous.

"Why does it matter to you anyway?"

"I see." So they were both playing the information game now, William clicking his tongue and looking to one side, thoroughly put out. It always got tedious when people decided to do the same thing back at him, never much fun or anything useful of the sort. When it came down to it, the mirror liked things to be more lively. Nothing about this conversation was lively anymore.

"Maybe I'm just trying to figure out why an archangel of all beings would deign to keep someone like that around. Hm, maybe it's pity." At that, William tilts his head as if listening to something, paying zero attention to Gabriel for a few brief moments. And then the smirk is back on his lips, William humming as he points down a nearby corridor.

"That way."

"As I said, he has his uses, which it's clear that you are too blind to see, just like everyone else." He shrugs. He feels being an Archangel isn't necessary to see how useful William can be but then, many underestimate him. It's a testament to his kindness really.

"Do you think you could do a better job at my side? Because I highly doubt it. You seem like you'd be more a liability than my own William. You assume a lot, and can't take direction. You wouldn't be worth the hassle."

He drifts a moment as he watches the Mirror seem to stop listening to him, he watches, eyes narrowing slightly as he waits, somewhat impatiently. He doesn't like to be ignored. His gaze shifts with the point of the others hand but he doesn't make a move, expression flat and unimpressed.

"Really? And what is that way exactly? Has "God" told you something?" He even raises his hands to do quotes as he speaks his father's name, clearly mocking the others ability.

Uses which, obviously, the mirror couldn't see. If he could hear Gabriel's thoughts on kindness and being underestimated, William would have laughed until he cried. Kind people, the good guys, always finished last. They were always too busy falling over themselves to help others that they simply don't see the crap until it hits the fan. Kindness was a waste of mental capacity.

At the quotation marks William gives a wide smile, eyes crinkling. It's a cold motion, the humor not even reaching his eyes this time. Things were what they were, and nothing would change that, though mocking it? Mocking God? Enough to have William bringing the dagger from behind his back, idly dragging the tip of it across the table surface hard enough to leave deep marks. Attacking an archangel would be stupid, even he knows that, so for now he'll just have to grit his teeth and bear it.

"Could say the exact same about you, and gee what ruffled your feathers? I don't know what is that way. I just know that it is that way."

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Gabriel tilts his head slightly, watching as that knife bites into the table top and drags a line straight across the wood. He lifts his eyes to the other, still unimpressed and looking as unruffled as possible. In fact he's cool as ever, smiling softly.

"No ruffled feathers here." A nod towards him, "Though, you on the other hand. Sorry? Did you expect me to believe that speaks with God bullshit, because I don't. I won't fall for your illusions of grandeur. I know my father and he wouldn't pick a sorry sack of shit like you to speak to. I've known his prophets through time, I know the type and you are not it. You are only delusional and insane, believing the little voice in your head to be God."

He shrugs, "I plan to let my mirror know the truth about you. No use in any Archangel, even a mirror copy, to bow to any human, especially one that's clearly off his rocker."

It's not quite clear which statement is the one that manages to press William's buttons, but in the end it amounts to the same thing- an absolutely murderous looking mirror jumping to his feet, teeth bared in a snarl. Was it being called insane, or was it the threat of losing a loyal soldier?

"Go ahead and tell him. No-one gives a fuck what you have to say in the first place! You don't need to believe us, Gabriel believes and I believe. That's all that's important." William is already stalking towards the archangel, and he knows that this is going to get ugly but he just can't help it, swiftly kicking a chair out of his way without even looking at it. The mirror is aware of the loud clattering noise it makes when it hits the ground, but for now his fuming gaze is focused on the annoyance in front of him.

"You're nothing but a disgusting example of why God left in the first place. Small fucking wonder He made a run for it with angels like you around."

Gabriel's expression is one of amusement, "Ooo"ing softly and laughing a little at the sudden viciousness the other is displaying. Oops, looks like he really got under his skin this time and he couldn't be more pleased that his teasing worked. He watches the other stalk forward without losing his cool, calm sort of lean. His wings are the only thing that respond, opening slightly and poising in a ready position, just in case the other does lash out at him. There isn't anything intimidating in the stance, he's too casual for that, but he's no fool, even if it were just a plain knife he didn't want to be stabbed by it.

Actually, his eyes fall to the blade itself and he can't help but furrow his brow a little as he studies it with some curiosity. Though at the comment about being the reason God left he does tense, rising to the challenge then and narrowing his eyes as he squares his shoulders.

"Why? Because I refuse to bow to you?" He scoffs, "And we'll see how quick your little pet turns on you when he learns the truth as well."

The fact the other was getting so defensive meant that it could be possible, that the other had his doubts and concerns about the Mirror Gabriel being swayed.

"God left because of the humans being selfish, greedy for power and destructive. They squandered their gifts and turned their world into a pit. If anyone is an example of that it's you."

It was nothing to do with bowing, or having people at his feet, that was such a small part of it that the comment barely even registers through the annoyance. No, it was the idea that this angel felt he could even talk his own Gabriel out of the things he believes in. William notices the wings curling, how the primaries splay ever so slightly, and he knows that's a warning. How dare he. How dare this copy waltz right in and presume to know everything and anything about how things worked. The sheer audacity of it.

"Oh please, I have nothing to do with what the rest of humanity do, and if anything I'm more inclined to help them out and get God back where he belongs. You on the other hand? Just look at the state of you."

With that, William shoves out with his hands, fully intent on giving the archangel a good solid push. "He must be so disappointed in you. Your mirror is the son that should be recognised most, not you."

Gabriel barely budges when William lays his hands on him and shoves him back, one heel coming down to keep him solidly planted. Gabriel's nostrils flare and with a turn of his shoulder a powerful wing lashes out to bat William aside, striking his body hard enough to send him sprawling a good distance away. The Archangel then turns with a snarl, stalking up to the fallen Prophet.

"God left because the humans were a failure and he couldn't bare the sight of them any more. He'll return when you're all gone from the earth. He would never settle for a pathetic, submissive copy."

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