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Who: Sam, Mirror!Sam and You!
Where: Both sides of the Mirror
When: Duration of the event
Rating: PG-13 to R I imagine
Summary: Catch-all event post for Sam Yao and his mirror.
The Story:

Real Sam
He thought he'd be able to stay out of things, but that's never really been Sam's style. It's difficult to stay out of things when the last year of your life has involved very definitely getting involved in everything. Everything important anyway.

He starts with the familiar; caches of food and other supplies hidden at various points around the mansion and gardens for anyone to find. A few for himself. He'd rather not get caught short this time, not when that dream and had left a feeling of dread that pooled at the base of his neck and refused to leave.

And then came the messages on the mirrors and people vanishing.

The other side of the mirrors is as cool and alien and familiar as he remembers it being but this time the Mirrors aren't hunting them and there's terror everywhere.

He scrawls a note across a mirror as close to his room as he can, to warn them of where he is.

Mirror!Sam
The sword is gone. They've been tricked! Lied to. Betrayed. And if there's one thing that Sam hates, it's traitors. Monsters like that don't deserve the life the Queen gives them. But first the Jabberwocky has to be brought down. It's strong and fast and Sam sees other mirrors cut down and devoured until there's nothing left. And the sword sure as hell isn't here. So why not let the real thing fight instead while there's still work to be done.

[OOC: Both of them can be found in various places for the duration of the event! Let me know which side you'd like them on!]

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"Yeah? Good. You sorted stuff out with Teddy?" He hoped so. He didn't like seeing billy look so sad. He did look a lot happier now at least. "

Billy smirked. So his other self was having problems with his boyfriend? Pity. "Yeah, I'm sure he did. They are sickening. But you got the wrong Billy, Sam." No use pretending when it bored him to be that good.

"He's not on this side of the mirror anymore."

That was not a nice expression.

Sam froze, eyes widening as he looked at the mirror. Oh god, no, this was bad. This was probably very very bad. "Oh, that's..." He was already backing away, looking for an escape.

"Leaving so soon?" Billy asked pushing away from the wall. "I think I'm insulted."

"I've got things to do. I'm sure you've seen how busy everything is here." Not a zom, so he has a bit more leeway if it comes to a fight. But also he's Billy's mirror which means he probably comes with the magic too. Sam is pretty sure it can do more than make Sharknados.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry, you're safe on this side, for now. Can't say the same for poor Billy. Nasty things happening on that side of the mirror." He smirked again walking closer. "He likes you, you know. Probably more than he wants to, I would know, I know him. I wonder how he would feel if he knew I got to both his boyfriends."

The Jabberwocky. Billy was over there with that thing. Sam had to get him back. This Billy wouldn't like getting shoved back over the mirror though he bet.

"Good thing you won't get chance then," Sam said, and bolted to one side, heading for the door.

Billy wanted to laugh, did this boy not know who he was kissing?

A quick burst of blue energy slammed the door before Sam could reach it. "Really? What exactly are you trying to do?"

The door slammed right in front of him and Sam turned, pressing his back against it, eyes never leaving Billy's mirror. Not good, this was not good. "I have things to do. Let me out."

"Now why would I want to do that?" Billy asked moving closer somehow making a casual saunter look like a cat stalking its prey. "Especially when you don't even say please."

"Besides, we can't have you warning Teddy that I'm here now can we?" Where would be the fun in that?

"Please," Sam replied, because he wasn't too proud for that. "I have friends I need to check on."

He swallowed thickly, still watching Billy as he stalked closer. "Why? Are you afraid of him?"

Now Billy did laugh. "Afraid of him? Didn't he tell you what happened last time? I left him barely breathing. Your Teddy is no match for me."

Sam paled at that, looking more nervous. He didn't want Teddy to get hurt. He didn't want anyone to get hurt. "What do you want?"

"Well, all I wanted was not to get eaten by the damn Jabberwocky, but now that I'm here?" He grinned at Sam maliciously. "I'm curious about you, Sam. re you anything like the one I'm currently fucking?"

Sam jerked in shock, his eyes widening at the blunt language. That was more than he ever wanted to know about his double. "Shouldn't you be asking if he's anything like me."

Sam was the original after all. He'd also never learnt to keep his mouth shut.

"Well you both like to talk back to me. It's a good thing I like it when people are feisty." Billy moved closer still, backing Sam against the closed door. "It's so much more satisfying when I break them."

He was too close, Sam's mouth gone dry with fear which flared in his eyes when the mirror said that. No, no this wasn't happening. "Get out of my way. You're not Billy."

"No, I'm not." He doesn't move, gaze level with Sam. "I'm better than him, stronger, more powerful. I'm everything he could become if he would just embrace the power he's been given instead of hiding from it like a scared little boy."

He tilts his head to the side, studying him. "Do you know what it's like to know you have the power to erase existence with just a single thought? One wish and everything could disappear. Poof. He could have anything he wanted. Power, money, fame, and he choses to ignore it all."

"Power doesn't always make you better," Sam grinds out, trying to keep his voice sounding calm. Something tells him that this Billy wouldn't keep his magic to making stuffed toys float around.

"I've seen someone with power like that already, and he was a monster." The day Van Ark died would be a day when all of Abel celebrated. "Billy is a good person."

"Billy is a weak person." His voice is a harsh low growl. "When they tortured him, when they turned on him for being who he is, for using his power for good, he forgave them. He let them get away with that. Have you ever seen the scars in his ears? Has he ever told you what they did to Teddy while forcing him to watch?" Forcing me to watch.

"That's what happens when you're a 'good person'. He forgave, I made a promise to never be that weak again."

Sam's eyes widened at that, and he gave the mirror a shocked look.

"What?" No, he'd never heard of that. He looked stricken by the knowledge. And the knowledge that he probably wouldn't have been able to forgive the same done to his people, to any of them. He hadn't forgiven Simon after all.

Billy smirked he wasn't expecting to surprise Sam that much. But this was good, he could work with this. "Ask him about why he doesn't like when anyone touches his ears. Or better yet, try to touch one." That would be fun to watch.

"You seem overly surprised. Why is that? Surprised he hasn't told you, or surprised he hasn't turned into me yet? He almost did you know, almost wished for the man torturing Teddy to die. But he didn't have the guts. That's where we started to differ. I had the guts, I wished him dead. I wished that every single cut, every wound he inflicted on Teddy he would feel until the only thing left he could do was slash his own throat to ease his suffering."

"Anyone would wish that," Sam said, or maybe that was just him. It was difficult to tell how far you'd go when pushed. That Billy hadn't done that was just a testament to what a good person he was. "There's a difference between thinking something and doing it and it doesn't make him weak."

But he couldn't say that he would do the same in Billy's position.

"Oh no? Then what does it make him?" He lifted his hand placing it against the wall next to Sam's head. "You would have done the same as me, wouldn't you have? I can see it in your eyes. Have you ever killed someone Sam?"

"A good person who doesn't want to cause harm." He can respect that. He wishes he lived in a world where that was possible. He gulps when Billy leans closer, caging him in, and despite his fear, meets his eyes squarely.

"I killed my parents."