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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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Mirror William wanted to see. The young man knew that the mirror Gabriel, his Gabriel, had gone to the other side, had known it would happen the moment the Queen put her orders forwards. And for a little while, William had contemplated going through too before opting out. If Gabriel went through it meant he could stay behind and see who came to the mirror world. In his own mirror's room, the little shit had broken all the mirrors. Information was hard to come by.

Oddly enough it didn't take long for the mirror version to cross paths with the visiting Gabriel, William quickly taking in the sight to come to a few conclusions. The hair was short and neatly kept, that was the obvious, but what he could also tell was that this archangel didn't seem the type to even take orders. Something about the cocksure strut just screamed it, let alone the attire. Leather pants, really now.

Quick as anything William hopped up to sit on a table, legs crossed and arms folded to watch the archangel and see how long it took before the other even noticed he had an audience. There were few differences between the Williams, both opted to wear black, though the mirror had a more confident stance, shoulders straight and smirk somewhat arrogant. Maybe it was foolish to just sit there and do nothing, but then should this Gabriel charge or attack, William would be more than happy to slip a knife in the being's ribs.

Simple.

Edited 2014-09-18 03:20 (UTC)

[Michael wasn't switching over, as he wouldn't leave this side unprotected from the real things that would inevitably cross over.

He didn't spare the time for sleeping or eating, just stood guard in various places in the mansion or made sure the other mirrors were behaving. And he was doing just that, making his rounds, back straight, and arms crossed over his chest, long stride taking him back around to the front of the mansion.

When he saw his not-brother, he didn't give him the opportunity to acclimate himself to his presence, just grabbed his shoulder, spinning not-Gabriel around to face him. Tone low, violence and darkness rippling through it, he addressed his not-twin.]

That's as far as you go. [At least until he had a clearer understanding of the angel.]

It doesn't take him long at all to realize that there's someone else in the room watching from a distance. He's aware of the steady, yet lightly erratic heartbeat indicating the others curiosity and rise in slight excitement at a new being, perhaps, or the idea of danger or new prey. It could mean any number of things, but more importantly he's well aware of the creatures location. He seems to play it off as if he doesn't feel the gaze on him.

Slowly but surely he turns, glancing back over his shoulder and lofting his brows at the smirking William. There is honest surprise there, of all the people in Wonderland he never thought he'd run into William here. A good glance told him this had to be the Mirror version as well. Too smarmy and confident for his own good, there was definitely something malkavian to his expression.

Best to play along a bit anyway.

"William?" He takes a step or two towards him cautiously.

[Luckily for Gabriel he was aware of the others approach and really, with that stiff-legged gait he should have probably been more worried about it. Instead he whirled around with the forced push with something nonchalant and looked up at the stern expression of his twin. Or perhaps, his not!Twin. His brow furrowed slightly, head canted as he studied that cold, hard expression or the way he warned him. It was really just his words that tipped him off, the rest seemed just like the Michael he knew.]

Go? I'm sorry, was I about to enter a place I'm not meant to?

So the other Gabriel did have a pair of eyes in his head, that was a good start. William couldn't help how his smirk widened slightly as he made a point to look the other from head to toe, making sure to pointedly keep eye contact as they spoke. If he was in a rush to move, the young man didn't show it, he merely stayed put, looking casual as can be.

"Don't do that. You're not stupid, so don't insult my intelligence by asking my name in that manner." William paused and tapped his chin, thoroughly amused by the whole thing. Just what would this Gabriel be like? His own was loyal, to a fault, and infinitely interesting. Not that he ever told the other that, that would be way too easy. Now he had a new Gabriel in the mirror realm, and apart from the obvious physical similarities, William will be compelled to see just how much they differ.

"Was there anything in particular you were looking for?" To the untrained it would sound like a simple question, but to those who know how to play the game, it's full of mocking undertone as if teasing the other's motives. Gosh, are you lost?

Mirror Alex had decided not to cross over for one simple reason: his tattoos. Just before the Queen's announcement, they had given him a warning: PROTECT THOSE CLOSEST TO YOU. He took that to mean he should stay on this side and protect his Queen from any infiltrators from the "Real" side.

So he's patrolling the halls when he sees Gabriel up ahead. Something looks...different about the angel.

"Hey. You cut your hair?"

My Gabriel may have decided to go to your side to do his queen's bidding, but that doesn't mean those of us still here have to welcome each mirror with open arms.

[Michael's tone when he claimed the other as his own, showed his possessive and protective feelings towards his version of Gabriel. Michael had been loyal to his father, had never failed to obey, but he loved his twin more than any other. It was that sibling bond, a bond that had never been broken, that stayed his hand from more extreme measures where this Gabriel was concerned.

He wouldn't risk doing something to this one, if there was even the slightest chance it would hurt his own brother. But that didn't mean he had to like him or be nice to him.]

You, just keep your head down and stay out of everyone's way. Stay out of my way.

[Michael's harsh attitude had more to do with his worry for his brother's safety on the real side, than it did with this version being here. He couldn't help but think his mirror self wouldn't have the same brotherly feelings that he did, and that put his Gabriel in danger.]

Gabriel's brows raise slightly at the attitude, debating if he wished to stand for that sort of tone from the brat, mirror or not. He approaches the other where he sits, but keeps a generous distance between them just in case. He narrows his eyes slightly at the question as well, seeing through the coy and false pretenses.

"Don't insult mine, the question was more of whom you were rather than what your name is. I wasn't sure my William had crossed over." A head movement to go with his response. "Now I know."

He smiles softly but there's something cold in his eyes. "Oh, you know, just looking for a way to get to your Queen so I can murder her."

That grin widens into something genuinely warm even if it doesn't fit the answer he gives. If it's a game they'll play, then he's all for it.

[There's a silent "ooh" crossing his expression as if he's taken-aback by the demands but it's clearly mocking. He steps up to the mirror and smiles, challenging.]

Or you'll what?

[He tilts his head, brow furrowing softly with concern.]

Don't tell me my Mirror-half would have laid down and shown his belly the moment you started barking. That's just pathetic.

At least one thing seemed to hold true to form, the tattoos knew what they were talking about even in a world that wasn't originally their own. Of course, not that Gabriel knew but if he did he'd find comfort in it, at least then there was hope he could maybe get somewhere with figuring them out. The narrative digresses.

Gabriel pauses, turning to glance over the Chosen One with interest, trying to decide if he's his Alex or not. At the question though he's almost positive it isn't and he's all for trying to play along. Of course, in that moment he has to try and figure out what his counter-part must be like. An opposite right?

"Oh, yes, I have. Do you like it?" He smooths a hand over his slicked back hair. "Bit easier to manage now not having all those waves."

So it was going to be like that, was it? The mirror shrugs, a somewhat elegant gesture. If this was what the other Gabriel was like, then his own was probably circling on the spot, trying to figure out why everyone was treating him like a douchebag.

"Would have been nice, wouldn't it? Sadly the other William got clued in very quickly and he took it upon himself to smash all his mirrors. I doubt he'll ever see this side of things."

That little rat bastard. The mention of killing the queen gets an eyebrow raise, William making sure to watch every single one of Gabriel's movements carefully. The warm grin doesn't get much of a response from him, definitely something different when the real William would have practically flustered himself to death had he received that.

"And is that all?" William smiles, wholly amused as he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. So original "She's that way."

"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?"

Alex gives Gabriel a 'yeah, whatever' look to indicate he couldn't care less one way or another what Gabriel does with his hair. Moving on to more important matters, "Have you heard? The Queen is sending people over to the other side." He tilts his head, eyeing Gabriel. "I'd've thought you'd be the first to go."

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.

Edited 2014-09-22 16:46 (UTC)

[His Gabriel wouldn't challenge him in such a way, as it wasn't in his nature to want to purposelessly fight with Michael.]

No, he wouldn't have. He isn't weak. But, he knows his place.

[It was harsh, his tone and expression, but he was only trying to set boundaries between them. His twin wouldn't like him speaking of him in such a way, and Michael's brow creased at that thought.]

As should you.

[When Michael steps closer, looking down every bit as menacing as he can manage, he feels it. Or, rather, doesn't feel it. There is little to no bond between them, and he wonders at it. Is it because they aren't the right twins, or something else.]

What is my mirror like. [He hadn't mean to ask it, but he was curious. And needed to know.]

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