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

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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 was all too pleased with the varying levels of impressed expressions crossing the Prophets face, even more so with that tinge of uncertainty lying underneath. He liked to keep people guessing, especially enemies he wished to try and sway, if not to his side, at least to a sort of neutrality so there wouldn't be trouble. The more hostiles he could subdue into a more friendly state the better. He didn't want to make friends with the mirror so much as he didn't want to have him as an enemy or a thorn in his side. As for shoes? Nothing else was dropping that was a peace offering and a freebie.

He set about wringing the blood out of his sock before deciding to just take the other off. He'd go barefoot back to his world, it was better than walking lop-sided or putting the bloody boot back on.

"So it seems we're stuck with each other til your Queen is satisfied." He shrugs, sitting back and picking up that knife to have a closer look at it.

"Where did you get this?"

William has nothing to say on the archangel being in bare feet, knowing it's probably the smarter of the options. The boot had been well and truly wrecked, and whilst feathers could mend flesh, apparently leather was not on that list. Good, William vaguely hopes the angel has trouble finding shoes before realizing he's being childish, folding his arms and trying to shrug it off.

"It looks that way." The mirror frowns slightly, not at all comfortable with the idea of Gabriel hanging around. His arm and ribs hurt and every moment the angel has that dagger is a moment that has William on edge. He needs it back, though it's doubtful he'll get it back so easily. "I'm not at liberty to say right now. I would like it back, though."

The Archangel lofts a brow at the response he receives, no answer and a request to have the weapon given back. Did the fool really think he could give such a dangerous thing back to an enemy that easily? Just because they had a truce didn't mean he was stupid enough to just allow a human to keep such a thing without good reason. It was the only thing making the young man a threat.

"And why should I do that?" His grip tightens on the hilt and he gently lays the flat of the blade across his opposite palm, resting both hands in his lap.

"You shouldn't even have a blade made of this steel, it was not meant for humans to wield. Even if you believe you speak with my father, it does not make you worthy to own a weapon like this."

All pretenses are out the window now. William knows that Gabriel is aware of how he's feeling without that knife, the mirror watching every movement Gabriel makes with the thing. If he doesn't get it back he is up shit creek without a paddle. William doesn't expect his own Gabriel to turn on him, but he can't say the same about others. For all he knows, the other Michael from the real Wonderland could turn up and be just as violent as this archangel. He needs that knife back, but at the same time the mirror is loathe to answer the questions.

"Things work differently here. And it's mine, so I am allowed to wield it. If you give it back I promise I won't stab you with it...." William pauses, having the audacity to shrug. "Well, I won't stab you with it today." It wasn't even bragging, just blunt honesty. William wasn't going to promise away his only chance of defense.

Oh he's certain his expression is priceless, the flattest he can manage.

"Sorry, do you actually believe I care "How things work" in this realm? Because you see, this steel," Holding the blade up to indicate it. "Is from my world, not this one, not yours, so whatever it is that gives you rights to it, is bullshit because it doesn't belong here to begin with. Was never meant to, your queen made you and my mirror and stole this from us. You are my enemy and I would be a fool to simply let you have it.

Especially with a terrible argument of, I won't stab you right this second but plan to in the future."

Besides, he's not worried about being stabbed with the knife. He's worried about his brother falling for something and being shanked by it instead. Hell, he'd even go out on a limb to say he'd care if the MIRROR michael caught the wrong side of this blade too.

"Do you wish to try again to make your case?" He's carefully tucking the blade away inside his vest.

"You can't take it from me!" The mirror can't help the incredulous statement, betraying his panic at the idea in this few words. What would happen if something went wrong and Gabriel wasn't around to help him? He'd be dead, that's what.

As for making his case, William briefly has to think about it, watching as the dagger vanishes into Gabriel's vest. At least he least he'd been honest about the stabbing part.

"It was given to me. By Gabriel, just in case. Give it back. "

Those brows raise in expression that reads "oh can't I?" without speaking a word. He tucks his vest over it but doesn't zip back up just yet. He'll just study the mirror as he notes the panic, the rise in his pulse and the gentle tremor to his voice. So it was a fairly important thing to him, enough that he's feeling weak enough without it that his voice and mannerisms betray him.

"Just in case? Are you that concerned your bodyguard will fail you?"

His brows crease with question,

"You still don't understand that everything created in this world is fake. This steel being real enough to be a threat, and I'd think the REAL version would trump the copy. So if he gave it to you I can take it away."

Take it away..... If Gabriel walked out with that dagger then William knows he'll never see it again. It would, after all, be going to another world and he doubts asking the Queen for permission to go across would work just to get it back. And for once in his existence the young man is at a loss. So used to getting what he wants, William can't wrap his head around being on the short end of the stick. How could this have happened? How would he even explain to his Gabriel that it was gone? There was no ideology that Gabriel would fail in being a protector, but the dagger was some comfort for times when the mirror had to go do other things. They weren't joined at the hip that much!

"You can't.... " William can't help but mumble he wwords, trailing off as he starts to realize just how deadly serious this angel is being." It was a gift. From you. "

"A gift he had no right to give. I would never give something like this to a spoiled, delusional human." His hand smooths over the knife where it is tucked away. His fingers tap over the lump of the hilt as he considers things. It would only be a danger if one of them went to the mirror world or this William came to their world. More dangerous if Michael or someone else came to this side and met with the Mirror. One life and the one thing that could take it from them. His brother already had a brush with death to begin with.

Too many "if"s.

He studies the mirror quietly, contemplating. He couldn't strike a deal, he's no doubt in his mind the other would go back on it. Or use the knowledge of how he cares for his brother against him. Of course, observing through the mirrors could reveal that much. Or... unbeknownst to Gabriel, when his Mirror returns from the Real world, his talk with Michael certainly revealed things, no doubt he'd know one way or the other. Either way he didn't want to reveal how much of a weakness his twin is.

"I'm thinking this may help you learn a very important lesson in respect."

So that was how it would be then. William knows that arguing it from this point would be a waste of time. That Gabriel has already decided to keep it. Just that alone felt like a lead weight in his stomach, William doing his utmost not to beg or say please. He didn't do those things and he wasn't going to start now.

If he could hear Gabriel's thought process he would have tried to poke holes in it. William had no major issue with the mirror Michael, and if he was going to take a shot it would have been before now. No, this was a power play, William recognising it as such bitterly. How can he even compete? His own Gabriel will be so disappointed in him for losing that knife.....

"Well fucking keep it then, I don't care! I hope you trip and impale yourself on it. " The mirror doesn't care for hire his voice rises on the end of that statement, looking as childish as he sounds by folding his arms petulantly.

Those brows raise slightly.

"You're not very good at this learning thing are you?" There's a soft sigh.

"Well I was considering trying to strike a deal but if you're going to be like that then forget it. I'll keep it. But your little lap dog will be back soon enough and you'll be safe. Nothing to fear."

William keeps his arms folded, only peering over at Gabriel with a suspicious look. Yeah right. The archangel was only saying that just because he wanted to score more points off him. Well, William wasn't going to fall for it, shoulders hunched as he growls in exasperation.

"Yeah sure you were. I don't believe it for a second. You were going to keep it anyway, now you're just teasing."

"Oh because you know me so well." He rolls his eyes.

"I was honestly considering it. But no. Too late."

William wouldn't admit to knowing Gabriel so well, sometimes he wonders if he knows the mirror Gabriel well enough on some days. That being said, he's still giving the archangel a sceptical look, not at all budging from his stance.

"No you weren't, you're just trying to rub salt in the wounds. Doesn't matter, keep it, I'll just figure something else out." As to what, the mirror has no idea, but that thought will stay unsaid for now.

Another flat, somewhat annoyed look but then he just sighs and shrugs.

"Fine. Far be it for me to try and convince you otherwise when you've got your mind made up about me." Whatever, he's keeping it and no amount of childish tantrums will change that.

"You go on and throw your tantrum all you want." Though his mirror may have a sword, that could be where he got the idea to make a knife? In which case he's certain his push-over of a twin would gladly hand his master his sword and just use his wings for combat...

What would be worse? This kid with a knife or him with a sword? Though swords aren't as easy to wield, not like how they make it seem in the movies. Still. No. He'll just keep it to himself and see how things go.

Seething isn't the word for it, William silently fuming away. This archangel is an utter dick, and he would rather spend a week listening to the mirror Michael than have to deal with this guy for any extended period of time. For now though, when it came to the dagger, there wasn't much he could do and the more it was brought up the more Gabriel will dig his heels in and mock. As much as it chafes him to do so, William knows he has to drop the subject, idly smoothing a crease in his jacket as he tries to gather his thoughts and unclench his jaw.

"You came here for a reason. You don't need to hang around here, go do what you came here to do."

Another exasperated sigh and Gabriel opens his hands in a "what can you do?" sort of gesture. He'll rise out of his seat and moves to leave the other be. He can go find the other mirror versions, or perhaps run into someone else who was switched. It seemed they were done here.

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