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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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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."

William sees the wing too late to move out of the way, trying to take a swipe at it but not knowing if he hits or not, too busy getting the wind knocked out of him when he hits the floor. The impact is hard enough that he skids a few feet, and briefly the mirror wonders if he's even going to walk away from this one. If he doesn't then that's the way it's meant to be, and regardless of his aching back the young man is already sneering up at Gabriel, making sure to keep his grip on the knife. Should this be when he gets killed then William has every intention to go down fighting.

Something Gabriel says pings William, the sneer already turning back to the usual smirk. "All gone, huh? And how much of that does your little follower know. I should tell him, see how fast he ditches you."

There may be a few stray feathers on the ground where the blade caught his wing in that wild swipe. Gabriel hasn't noticed it though, too busy snarling to realize that knife is Empyrean steel and can and will hurt him if he lets the other land a strike. He'd been studying it earlier and is suspicious of what they could get their hands on here, he won't be taking it lightly, but still...

At that threat he laughs softly, "Unlike you I don't have doubts in my followers, his faith in me will outweigh whatever you may try to tell him. He smashed all his mirrors though so good luck with that."

He snorts, "He knows the truth and he'll trust me more than some egotistical copy." He attempts to distract the young man by aiming a kick to his ribs. If it should land, or even if it doesn't, he'll shift his weight and try to slam his foot down on the wrist holding the knife, both to pin the prophet and disarm him.

"I am doing what my father desires. Not some delusional brat who hears voices in his head."

"The mirrors come back every hour, at some point he'll forget. Besides, I'll just send your mirror, I'm sure William will be more inclined to believe him over you. Your William is probably wishing you'd stay here anyway."

It's spiteful enough to get a winded laugh from the prophet, cutting off abruptly when Gabriel's foot connects to his ribs. Immense pain flares down his side, and luckily for William he rolls onto his side, automatically managing to avoid getting his hand pinned. His other hand is already on his abused ribs, and in those few seconds William decides enough is enough, striking out with his dagger in every attempt to stab the foot that had just narrowly missed him. He wasn't delusional, and it was pretty unbelievable that a son of God could even dismiss it as such!

"Doubtful, he'll know better. William will see through it and know you've sent--AAAAAGH!"

The knife bites into his boot and through his foot, ripping a pained howl from the Archangel as it actually manages to wound him. Pain isn't something he's felt in a long time, not since Risen's attempt to blow him apart. That Knife. Now there's no mistaking it's make, he can feel the familiar sting of the steel and the searing bite as it's pulled free of his foot. With a snarl Gabriel grits his teeth and puts weight on it to attempt one last time to disarm William, lashing out at the hand with the knife to try and get it away from him.

Regardless of if it works his anger has the better of him and he's on top of the Prophet in a blink. He slams a knee into his diaphragm as he comes down, bearing his weight down on the thinner human and reaching for the wrist of that offending hand, giving it a firm yank and a twist in his grip to hyper-extend it painfully, straining his elbow and shoulder, threatening to pull it out of it's socket or snap the bones, whichever comes first. If he hasn't lost the knife he'll squeeze his wrist and hand, grinding the bones in his grip until he drops it.

"I should rip out your tongue and break every bone in your body for what you've done. I am Gods true son, the one doing his work and cleansing the earth of the plague that calls itself humanity. You dare enslave a higher being then SPIT in the face of another. You don't deserve to wield an Empyrean blade. You should be begging for forgiveness and praising how KIND I've been to you so far you insolent little parasite! Any other man would have found his guts all over the floor by now and I've stayed my hand far longer than I should have."

There's a reason why the prophet is deigned a protector. It is his job to speak with God, not to fight for God. That was Gabriel's job, and so William knows he's in trouble when he feels the dagger being kicked from his hand. That was his only defence, and in reality the mirror hadn't intended to get this kind of reaction. Sure, bickering was fine, but suddenly it's much clearer that he is in a shit load of trouble.

The knee to his diaphragm has the mirror winching, breath leaving him in a whoosh and leaving William little time to do nothing more than allow himself to get pinned down. Was this meant to happen? William isn't sure, one moment he was briefly victorious in inflicting a wound, the next and he's in the worst position ever, Gabriel's heavy weight keeping him neatly pinned to the ground. Right now he would give anything to have his own Gabriel back, at least the "mirror" Gabriel wasn't such an asshole.

Despite the violence and pain of his arm being twisted, William can't help but be somewhat hypnotized by it all. His own would never ever raise a hand to him, yet here was his double doing just that. Not that he gets to think on it too long, feeling the bones in his arm just about creaking. Teeth are grit hard enough to grind, William doing everything he can not to make any kind of noise. He won't give the archangel the satisfaction, and if he dies here then so be it. That thought alone is enough to have William glaring at the other, expression nothing but silent defiance.

Gabriel tilts his head slightly, eyes trained and focused on every subtle expression or flinch that crosses Williams face. He reads behind the defiance in his eyes, seeing the discomfort and pain for what it is. He can feel his pulse beating wildly against his fingers where they're tightly grinding the bones of his wrist. Is it fear? Excitement? A little of both perhaps. It's clear William now knows what sort of position he's in and maybe, just maybe he'll come away from this learning a little something about how he speaks to a creature bigger and more powerful than himself. He may glare all he wants but that silence speaks volumes.

"Now do you understand your place? You are beneath me. And though you may have my 'copy' under thumb you will not command the real thing. I am a higher being, we are not equals and I am not your puppet to berate and amuse yourself with. I am an Archangel and I demand respect. The only master I have is my Father, whom you serve. And a mortal creature like you does not get to speak to me like I am lesser.

I should slaughter you for this transgression. The fact you are still breathing is a testament to my endless patience and you should be thanking me for that. Are we clear?"

He waits patiently to see how he responds, everything in his expression reads that he is completely 100% serious. He's prepared to break that arm in several places if the other doesn't comply and back down.

Grey eyes are already watching Gabriel's every move, trying whatever he can to see if there is a way out of this situation. Sure, he could have kept his mouth shut and not gotten into this, but then William knows that would never have happened. Should he say something in return about how he only gives respect to those who deserve it? That probably wouldn't go down well. William knows his pulse is absolutely racing, that the archangel can feel it under his fingers, and just knowing that much has the mirror frustrated to no end. Why does the archangel have to be an absolute shitheel? William feels he should be commended for holding his faith, being unshakeable in the eyes of some other being demanding his worship.

The word copy rings loud and clear, the only give away that the comment has even rankled the young man being a slight eyetwitch. At this rate he's going to lose his arm, there is no way out of this scenario and William is weighing his options. No-one is around to see this, it would be Gabriel's word against his, and no mirrors would take the "real" thing's word for it. Right?

William gives another sour glare, trying to ignore the dull, throbbing pain in his arm. He will not give this one any respect, but he can at least have the decency to know what to say that lets him walk away this one time. Or in this case, do, the prophet merely huffing and turning his gaze to the side.

It wasn't so much that he wanted any sort of worship from this mirror so much as he wanted the respect he deserved for even allowing it to live. The attitude and the sniping comments were not going to fly, a lower being such at himself did not get to insult him freely without consequence. He wanted him to learn that he would be punished if he continued this behavior.

As the boy huffs and turns his gaze away Gabriel just raises his brows. Perhaps to the young man that was a sign of rolling over and giving in to the Archangel, but to Gabriel it seemed like more of a defiant display. As if the other was continuing to be bored and ignore him as he'd done before. So with a sharp pull, he tightened the arm in his grasp till it was very nearly out of it's socket. If he twisted anymore something would snap.

"I said, Are we clear?" It's snarled through clenched teeth like a father scolding his child. If the Mirror knew David at all he might be striking a familiar chord.

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