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Through the looking glass

Who: Billy Kaplan and OPEN
Where: Mirror Side
When: Starting 12/15 until the end of the event
Rating: PG13 - R?
Summary: Billy's mirror switches sides and Billy is stuck on the mirror side with the jabberwocky on the loose.
The Story:

It's a strange occurrence, to blink and suddenly be on a different side of the mirror. It took Billy a minute to recognize that's what happened but he sees his room in the mirror not his reflection. A quick look around at his dull gray surroundings and he knows, it's happened again. He can't help but wonder why, last time it was because the Queen ordered them to switch, did she do that again? Or was his mirror just being an asshole.

Not wanting to stay in his mirror's room, who knows what mirrors drop by frequently to look for him, he scrawls a note on the mirror to Teddy, hopefully he sees it before someone else does and wipes it away.

T, I'm on the mirrorside again. I don't know what's going on yet. Don't trust him/me. <3 B

Satisfied he heads cautiously out into the hallway hoping he doesn't run into trouble. An indiscernible time later that same mirror will be splattered with blood. Whose blood it is is unclear.

[OOC: Billy will most likely be getting nom'd and his memories erased. Please specify if you want Billy before or after this happens. I'm up for either scenario.]

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Mirrors. Disgusting, delicious Mirrors, made of magical strings that get stuck between its teeth. Why, why, why, has somebody taught them to be elusive, WHY has it not found a single one in these halls yet.

But what is this? Blood? Flesh? Flesh so careless as to be alive where the Jabberwock can smell it? The beast growls so very loudly, like the very sound of hunger on the precipice of being sated.

Then it advances towards the door.

The mirror side has been pretty desolate, which was starnge and worrisome enough, but the blood splatters had him on high alert as he cautiously ducked into any room to see if he could find someone to tell him what was going on.

The growl is unlike anything he's ever head before and it stops him in his tracks, fear settling into the pit of his stomach. Nothing that makes a noise like that can be good, its nothing he wants to encounter, but he's frozen where he stands.

Edited 2014-12-16 15:49 (UTC)

Scott was really getting the idea that he wanted to be here even less than he did the last time. Last time, he just got tased and captured by that guy with the arm (that Bucky confirmed was his mirror) and Evil!Tasha. While he didn't find a repeat of being trapped in a shock collar as a thing he wanted to do, he was wondering if he would prefer it to whatever was happening now. There was just too much blood and fear around. Screw being covert, his eyes were blazing red, keeping them scanning for anything and everything. Heat signatures and cold spots, unusual disturbances, everything and anything he could see with these Alpha eyes of his. He did finally lock onto a lingering heat signature and gently eased his sense of smell back into the game. It was a familiar scent; Billy.

He followed it until he came across the wizard. Whether it was the one he knew or the one that belonged here was up for debate at first. He approached cautiously, body tense, ready to shift on a dime if he needed to. "Billy?" He asked carefully, his entire body was coiled tight, ready to react while the intensity of his red gaze remained on the young Avenger.

Billy? He doesn't know who Billy is, or who this kid is with the red eyes. He backs away immediately holding up the wooden leg of a chair he had found as a weapon.

He didn't know what was going on, he didn't know where he was or who he was or what was going on, but this place was covered in blood and every so often he could hear screams. He only thing he knows is he woke up here, wherever here is.

"Stay back," he said his voice trying to take on a firm tone even though he was terrified.

Nobody ever told her what the mirrors actually entail, and right now, Belle's trying not to reconcile that there's another world entirely on the other side. Her instincts are screaming at her to keep running through, find out what's here, find out if there's anything to help, but surely the people back on the other side need to know.

There was talk earlier. Right before she found herself here. Notes on mirrors. It's not a key, it's not any kind of revelation, but it's something, and Belle finds herself dashing through the hallways of the mansion, throwing open whatever doors she can, and scrawling hasty warnings upon the mirrors and hoping something will come of it.

While he might head cautiously into the hallway, Belle is running through with guns figuratively blazing, and that doesn't make for a good conversation when she nearly barrels him over.

Billy's reaction to him was all wrong. If this was the mirror version, he certainly didn't seem to be very dangerous. Which, as far as appearances went, honestly didn't mean much. Both Scott and Billy didn't appear to be very dangerous, but both could be. So, he held both hands up, palms out towards Billy in a show of trust and non-harmful intentions.

The only thing that confused him here was he didn't have that slight difference in his scent like the mirrors did. Both Natasha and Bucky had had a very slight abnormality to them. As far as he could tell, Billy smelled identical. Right down to the lingering scent of Rufus and Teddy. With added fear, of course. And another scent clinging to him. One he could smell all over this place. It didn't smell like any kind of creature he'd come across before.

"Billy, it's me, Scott. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm your friend."

Natasha stumbling across Loki's Mirror had been an accident. A strange and disconcerting accident, to say the least, but as she glances around the shelter the man's set up on this side, she realizes it's a good thing as she spots a familiar face.

"Billy?" she asks hesitantly, approaching him with care where he was huddled nearby. "Are you alright? Teddy's been worried sick. Are you hurt?"

Billy isn't the only one unlucky enough to be so violently and unwillingly forced to the other side when shit starts hitting the fan. Bucky's only been given limited information about the mirror side, but he knows enough to keep his guard up and to trust no one from it.

Silent in the shadows as he crosses the mansion, there's an inhuman rumble that shakes him right to his bones. It stops him in his tracks for a moment, listening for signs of its owner coming closer.

"Please tell me that was your stomach." Because he's not prepared for much else. No one gave him a heads up he would be so thoroughly unequipped when his other self jumped through the mirror. All he has are a few knives. Hell, he doesn't even have his tommy gun, which is a real downer!

"I don't know yout," Billy said looking at him confusion and frustration written all over his face. "Whose Billy? And where are we? What's going on?"

Billy should be used to being barreled over, its the third time its happened in the last week. He stops them both from falling with a quick spell before looking up at Belle. He recognizes her although they've never met.

"Careful." He reaches out to steady her. "You shouldn't be running through here, It's really not safe."

Billy looks up from where his arms are wrapped around his legs. He's been told by a few people that his name is Billy and since he can't remember a thing he has no choice bt to believe them. That doesn't make anything easier to handle and he has no idea who this new person is or who she's talking about.

"Who?" He looked up at her. "I'm ok, just a few cuts and bruises. Who are you?"

Okay, Scott was confused. Apparently not as confused as Billy, but he wasn't sure anyone was as confused as Billy was right now.

"What?" Maybe... this really was Billy's mirror? Even if his nose told him otherwise. Or not. "You're on the mirror side of the mansion. There's something really nasty running around trying to kill people. Eating people, actually might be more accurate. Or... maybe it's just eating memories?" Which actually made sense considering what he'd heard about the Jabberwocky. "You're Billy. You like comics and magic and really bad movies and you have a dog and a boyfriend and a lot of people who care about you. Like, a lot of people. And I'm one of them."

He tentatively held a hand out to Billy. "You're someone I trust. You're someone that means the world to a lot of people. That's who Billy is. And that's who you are."

What?

That was a lot of information to take in at once, but Bily could recognize the sincerity in Scott's voice and he really wanted to trust him. He lowered his weapon and took a step closer to Scott.

"Most of that just went over my head. Was...was I eaten by something?" And is that not the most disturbing thing he's thought of since he woke up with no memories.

"I don't... know. I didn't even know you were trapped over here too until just now. I've been kinda running from the thing since I got here, so..." He shrugged helplessly, guilt weighing heavily in his chest. "You don't remember anything at all?"

Scott paused, frowning in worry again. "Are you hurt?" He reached out and let his fingers brush down Billy's arm, deliberate skin on skin. If Billy was in pain, he very suddenly wouldn't be. Huh, miracle, isn't it? Yeah, he won't explain that one to neuralyzed Billy. Maybe later, when he reintroduces Billy to things like werewolves.

Billy shakes his head. "Nothing. I just woke up in some room and...and I don't have a single memory of anything that came before that. How does something eat memories? What is it?"

He hadn't been in a lot of pain, jst sore, but suddely that disappeared. He jumped back from Scott waily. "What just happened?" He held up his hands letting them crackle with eergy. He has discovered that trick by accident and he had no idea how to stop it.

"Sorry, don't- I don't know what this is."

"It's a nightmare. Kinda literal and kinda figurative. Think of it like a spectre that haunts all of us. I think it's eating people--or, I guess, memories--to get stronger. Once it does, it gets out of the 'dream' and it'll get everyone else." At least, that's how he rationalised it. Funny how the word 'rational' actually fit in that sentence as a serious thought.

When Billy jumped, Scott held his hands up again, to show he meant no harm. The aches he took from Billy filled him, but it was a mere instant of pain. Well worth it because it would relieve Billy of hours of discomfort. The discomfort manifested in dark colouration that moved up his veins from his fingers. The crackle of magic had him a bit alarmed. If he lost his memories, his wolf would slip out just like it had when he first turned. He'd wanted to kill Stiles. He'd fallen prey to lust for Lydia. And he'd just been an omega. A beta without an alpha. Now? Now he was nothing short of dangerous. Billy? Yeah, the wizard had an insane wealth of power that made his wolf look like a harmless bunny in comparison.

"It's magic. Your magic. And it's acting on your fear to defend you from whatever frightens you." Because that's what would happen to him. He'd lose to his shift if something startled him. If he felt threatened. "I'm not going to hurt you. You know that." He wasn't asking, because Billy had to know that. "Try focusing on your breathing. Each breath has you calmer than the last. Slow, and deep. Each time you exhale, you're pushing out your fear and you're controlling it. Each time you breath in, you're bringing in new strength, taking control. It won't rule you, you rule it." God, he hoped that worked. In slightly different words, he was pretty much telling Billy to be his own anchor. "You've had control of it before. I know you can do it again. Piece of cake." Best not to tell Billy just how much power he controlled, because that very thought might let doubt work its way into his attempts.

If she hadn't already found Bruce in a similar state, this might have been more alarming. As it was, it still made her worry as she came to crouch in front of him, giving him a sympathetic smile.

"I'm Natasha. A friend. I've been worried about you, everyone has. Teddy - he's you're boyfriend, your best friend - nearly went into a panic when he couldn't find you. Can you tell me what happened?" she asks gently.

Stomach. Yes, yes, it is somebody's stomach. A stomach encased in bone, in silver-shining skin and steered by a thing with jaws and claws, to bite and catch, to sate the growling with a meal. There it stands, in front of the room. Knock, knock? Knock, knock, and its tail shatters the door.

"Nope, not my stomach." He's not taking his eyes off the door even as he answers Bucky. Whatever it is is out there and they are trapped in this room. He never thought he'd die in stupid horror film way, who rns upstairs and locks themselves in a room? The ones who die in those movies, thats who.

The door shatters and Billy's fist instinct is to throw up a shield, a barrier between them and the Jabberwock. Then he catches site of it and his shield flickers for a second. Fear like he's never felt spreads through him but he fights it back focusing all his strength into his shield.

Billy listened to Scott, taking deep breaths until he felt his power retreating back into him, until he felt calmer, or as calm as he could feel in this situation. He was still there, he could feel it crackling just below the surface, ready if he needed it.

"Sorry, I think I'm ok now."

That's the second person whose mentioned a boyfriend to him. "If he's my boyfriend the where is he?"

He was skeptical. "I don't know what happened. The only thing I remember is being here and what happened after everything went blank. Someone named Pepper found me and brought me here. And I ran across someone named Scott and some other people that had no memories. Do you know what's going on?"

"I do, but it might sound very confusing to you," she answers with a wry grimace as she crouches down in front of him, laying a hand lightly on his knee. "I'm sure Teddy will be here to find you as soon as we let him know where you are. You see, you're in a section of the mansion that none of us could get to until today. We we... stuck, I suppose you could say, in another part of it. Where you usually stay, too, but something happened and you got dragged here and none of us could follow right away. Although I'm not surprised Pepper and Scott were on this side too."

Considering the temperaments of their Mirrors. She'd have to let Steve know about that as well. And maybe go looking for the werewolf. They could use his help, if he was willing to offer it.

"Pepper and Scott are also friends of yours. They must have gotten dragged here when you did. It's taken us days to find a way through to follow you, but we're here now. And we're going to find a way to keep you safe."

"I - I know."

It's not the most difficult thing to figure out, after all - the dreams, the talk about the Jabberwocky, and suddenly this? She could say it's a hunch. A very, very strong hunch. She stays behind this time, however, making sure he's steady despite the magic.

"I just need to warn whoever I can."

Scott relaxed a bit, lowering his hands back to his sides with a relieved smile. He knew it didn't matter how much strength he had, he couldn't fight magic. If Billy had lost control, he wouldn't be able to do a thing.

When Billy apologised, he stepped forward again, moving to put his hands on his shoulders, wanting to reassure him, but stops before he touches him and pulls his hands back. He didn't want to freak Billy out again. "Seriously, don't apologise. I know what it's like to fight for control over your own power. Most important thing is not to panic. That just makes it worse. Try to calm your emotions and mind and you'll get a handle on it. It can be scary, but I know you can do it."

Oh shit. His own fear is just as palpable as Billy's, but that's not a productive feeling. It's paralyzing and a waste of useful energy. You know what's just as unproductive, but makes you feel so much better? Taunts.

"Whoa, heya there, sunshine!" Man, what an ugly fucker. Big too. As impressed as Bucky is by this little magic trick Billy's thrown up, he can't imagine he can keep this thing at bay long enough for it to get bored or expect back up. That just isn't happening, but if the kid's going to be defense then he's happy to be the offense. "Let's fix that face of yours." He pulls a knife and throws it without much thought to how bad an idea this might be. The force field might catch it, or he may just piss the thing off more. He's got to try. Thankfully it flies through the field and he would hope takes point in one of those eyes. If they can blind it, then they can win this.

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