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open } pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Who: Dipper, Mirror!Dipper, Mabel, Mirror!Mabel, YOU!, Mirror YOU!
Where: Dipper and Mabel's room, various parts of the mansion, various parts of the mirror mansion.
When: July 16
Rating: PGish
Summary: Dipper and Mabel go investigating on the Mirror side. Mirror Dipper and Mirror Mabel have fun on the real side.
The Story:
Prologue - Closed - Real Side
Dipper frowns, tossing a ball from the ball pit through the tear that appeared in their room for the twelfth time. He’s found about seven of the balls, which means five are unaccounted for. He’s not sure if that means they’re somewhere else in the mansion or… elsewhere. But he does know not one has shown up in the same place twice. He looks over at Mabel. “So, how do you feel about doing something that’s probably unbelievably stupid with me?”
Mabel has been watching this whole thing with the sort of fascination only she can manage when it comes to people doing unbelievably weird things. Also it’s just been kinda funny to see where all those balls end up. She’s presently flopped across her bed, lying upside down so that her hair drags the floor, but she rolls over (and promptly has to part the curtain of hair that has fallen over her face) at the question. “Unbelievably stupid like jumping through one of those hole things?”
That’s not a disagreement. She’s just making sure he hasn’t let his mind wander to something else equally dumb and exciting. It’s Dipper. You always have to be sure.
“Exactly like that.” Dipper pokes at the tear with his pen, then puts his whole hand through, but it…. doesn’t really feel like much. At least it’s not on fire or anything. “We know that it could just take us somewhere else in the mansion. But if it doesn’t, it could bring us closer to solving all the mysteries of Wonderland!” He pulls his hand back, turning towards Mabel with an excited grin. “What if it takes us over to the Mirror side? Think of all the things we could figure out!”
“I thought you said you had to do that alone.” She looks hopeful, but she also doesn’t want to be the one who gets excited about something, only for Dipper to remember and crush her dreams. She sits up and idly presses her fingers together, trying to look adorable and sad. Look at her, Dipper. She wants to come with. “In case… your Mirror tried to pull something over here?”
No one can ever say she didn’t try to remind him of what he told her before, even if she’s hoping this isn’t a mistake and he’s definitely planning on going with her.
He hesitates, since she’s not wrong. That’s the smarter move. Have one twin on each side, let them keep each other safe. But it was easier to make that plan when there wasn’t a potentially dangerous portal that only probably led to the Mirror side. It was also possible it led somewhere even more dangerous, or even home, though that seemed unlikely. He turns away from the tear to look at her. “That was the plan. But I don’t know for sure this is going to the Mirror side.” He shrugs a shoulder, fiddling with his pen. “I don’t like the thought of vanishing somewhere completely random. What if the notebooks don’t work from there? What if I can’t get back?” What if she ends up stranded without her brother and feels as awful as he did for the week when she vanished? What if she doesn’t feel as awful because she’s better at making friends than he is and would probably be fine?
A part of him worries that this is worse, that he’s dragging her into danger when he shouldn’t be and he’s going to get her hurt. But they make a good team, and the fact is, this isn’t just dumb, it’s kind of scary, though he won’t say it out loud. He’ll feel better with Mabel there with him.
“Yes!” She leaps from the bed and snatches her grappling hook up, as if she wasn’t just looking about to get on her knees and beg. The truth is she doesn’t want him going anywhere she can’t see him. The whole 8-Ball fiasco is still fresh in her mind, and if something does happen to him and she’s not there to bail him out, she’ll never forgive herself. He needs her there, especially if he’s going to do anything potentially dangerous.
“Mystery Twins!” She shouts victoriously, pointing the grappling hook at the ceiling, and raising her free hand for a fistbump.
“Mystery Twins.” He bumps his fist against hers with a much more sedated smile, then takes her hand. “On three?”
“One,” she starts with a firm nod, tightening her grip on both his hand and the grappling hook.
“Two,” Dipper continues, tucking his pen away and touching both Journal 3 and the Resistance Notebook in his vest pocket to make sure they’re secure.
“Three!” they said together, and in unison, jumped into the tear.
Real Mystery Twins - Open - Mirror Side
Mabel tumbles out into a hallway and leaps to her feet, turning her grappling hook on whatever happens to be to her left, whether it be a wall or a potted plant or someone’s cat that wandered away. It doesn’t matter. It’s a Mirror Cat and clearly less adorable than a regular cat. “Did we make it, Dip?” Her expression shifts a bit to confusion. “‘Cause… This looks like a regular hallway in the mansion. If this is the Mirror Side, shouldn’t everything be all… backwards?”
“The hallway might look the same,” Dipper says, walking towards the windows, “But we definitely made it. Look.” He points outside. The view looks pretty similar to the view from the mansion, with one major exception: it’s entirely black and white. “I’ve read about this. Only the Mansion and the Mirror residents are in color.”
“Bleah. Someone call Crandolph the Fabulous pronto.” Mabel’s expression twists into a grimace as she peers out the window and backs up, tugging on her sweater. “So I guess that means our Mirrors are over on our side now. Maybe they’ll just… hang out in our room and not do anything weird or creepy.”
“Let’s hope.” Dipper looks back at a mirror and grimaces a little. “I’m sure someone on our side can handle them.” He hopes. He looks over at Mabel and grins. “Anyway, it’ll all be worth it if we can make some kind of neat discovery! Let’s find the core!”
“To the core!” She grabs Dipper’s hand and begins running down the hall, clearly not concerned that they’re in uncharted territory with a lot of potential bad guys running around. They’re just two kids to most people, and sometimes that’s an advantage.
Mirror Twins - Closed to Bill - Real Side
Meanwhile, it’s an advantage to their Mirrors, as well. Mabel frowns as she looks around the room, smoothing her pleated black skirt with a distasteful expression. “Ugh. They’re so untidy.” Hesitantly, she picks up one of Mabel’s sweaters and sniffs it experimentally, only to drop it back on the floor with a disgusted noise. “Why do her clothes smell like a locker room?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Dipper walks across the room and starts rifling through the real Dipper’s drawers, flipping through his books, carelessly dropping everything on the floor. “Ugh, he must have taken it with him. Too much to hope for that he’d have left it behind.”
Mabel is investigating the closet, looking for something that doesn’t smell like it might have been dragged across a sweaty prepubescent boy’s pitts at some point. If she’s going to do this, she can’t wander around looking like a schoolgirl. She has to- God forbid- look the part. “Such a shame, brother dear. Ah, here we go.” She finds a sweater that suits her tastes and pulls it on over her collared shirt and vest. It doesn’t really make her look exactly like her Real, but hopefully people will be blinded by the amount of sparkles on it and won’t notice.
That done, she wanders back over to her twin and prods him in on the shoulder. “Don’t be so glum, chum. We have someone you’re positively vibrating to meet over here. And that’s worth its weight in stupid books.”
That mollifies Dipper slightly and he shoves over a few of Dipper’s books just to make a point, then grabs a permanent marker from the jar on Dipper’s desk.
“Yes, yes it is.” With deft, practiced motions, he draws a triangle on Dipper’s desk and an eye right in the middle. “Sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem,” he mutters, not quite the full summoning ritual, but then again, he doubts it’s necessary. Bill knows they’re here. Honestly this is just a formality.
Mabel sits down on the bed and grins, kicking her feet excitedly. “It’s playtime,” she practically coos.
Mirror Dipper - Open - Real Side
All is right in the world, though Dipper still isn’t sure if his usual connection to Bill will work through the mirror. Wonderland isn’t Gravity Falls, and it’s hard to know how the process will translate. Still, he wanders the mansion, looking more confident than Dipper ever looks… not to mention better dressed. He’s not trying to pass as his so-called real doppelganger, so he looks as he always does, dressed in a blazer and slacks with his hair combed back from his face so that his birthmark shows clearly.
He doesn’t really need to investigate this side of Wonderland. After all, he has an ally who knows everything. But there’s one thing he can do, and that’s to wander the halls and draw eyes of providence anywhere that looks like it might be interesting. For a guy with one eye, Bill Cipher sure has a lot he can see, and it’s definitely in Dipper’s interest to make sure he can see as much as possible. So he scrawls the symbol everywhere.
Also it’s nice and vaguely menacing. He can appreciate that.
Mirror Mabel - Open - Real Side
Mabel isn’t as big on the Bill Cipher World Domination Plan as her brother is- it’s great, but Bill’s attention, much as she hates it, is fickle, and she thrives on attention, negative or otherwise. So she figures there’s some damage she can cause with her Real’s friendgroup. Currently dressed in one of Mabel’s sparkliest sweaters and looking exactly like her Real (up until she opens her mouth and everyone can see she’s braces-free), she’s found herself a spot in the garden with a scrapbook. It’s research. If it means she gets to laugh at what a weird child her Real is at the same time… Well, whatever.
[Please specify who you want! Real!Dipper and Mabel will mostly be sticking together, but the Mirror Twins will be doing their own thing. Open to prose or action spam, whichever suits your fancy!]
Where: Dipper and Mabel's room, various parts of the mansion, various parts of the mirror mansion.
When: July 16
Rating: PGish
Summary: Dipper and Mabel go investigating on the Mirror side. Mirror Dipper and Mirror Mabel have fun on the real side.
The Story:
Dipper frowns, tossing a ball from the ball pit through the tear that appeared in their room for the twelfth time. He’s found about seven of the balls, which means five are unaccounted for. He’s not sure if that means they’re somewhere else in the mansion or… elsewhere. But he does know not one has shown up in the same place twice. He looks over at Mabel. “So, how do you feel about doing something that’s probably unbelievably stupid with me?”
Mabel has been watching this whole thing with the sort of fascination only she can manage when it comes to people doing unbelievably weird things. Also it’s just been kinda funny to see where all those balls end up. She’s presently flopped across her bed, lying upside down so that her hair drags the floor, but she rolls over (and promptly has to part the curtain of hair that has fallen over her face) at the question. “Unbelievably stupid like jumping through one of those hole things?”
That’s not a disagreement. She’s just making sure he hasn’t let his mind wander to something else equally dumb and exciting. It’s Dipper. You always have to be sure.
“Exactly like that.” Dipper pokes at the tear with his pen, then puts his whole hand through, but it…. doesn’t really feel like much. At least it’s not on fire or anything. “We know that it could just take us somewhere else in the mansion. But if it doesn’t, it could bring us closer to solving all the mysteries of Wonderland!” He pulls his hand back, turning towards Mabel with an excited grin. “What if it takes us over to the Mirror side? Think of all the things we could figure out!”
“I thought you said you had to do that alone.” She looks hopeful, but she also doesn’t want to be the one who gets excited about something, only for Dipper to remember and crush her dreams. She sits up and idly presses her fingers together, trying to look adorable and sad. Look at her, Dipper. She wants to come with. “In case… your Mirror tried to pull something over here?”
No one can ever say she didn’t try to remind him of what he told her before, even if she’s hoping this isn’t a mistake and he’s definitely planning on going with her.
He hesitates, since she’s not wrong. That’s the smarter move. Have one twin on each side, let them keep each other safe. But it was easier to make that plan when there wasn’t a potentially dangerous portal that only probably led to the Mirror side. It was also possible it led somewhere even more dangerous, or even home, though that seemed unlikely. He turns away from the tear to look at her. “That was the plan. But I don’t know for sure this is going to the Mirror side.” He shrugs a shoulder, fiddling with his pen. “I don’t like the thought of vanishing somewhere completely random. What if the notebooks don’t work from there? What if I can’t get back?” What if she ends up stranded without her brother and feels as awful as he did for the week when she vanished? What if she doesn’t feel as awful because she’s better at making friends than he is and would probably be fine?
A part of him worries that this is worse, that he’s dragging her into danger when he shouldn’t be and he’s going to get her hurt. But they make a good team, and the fact is, this isn’t just dumb, it’s kind of scary, though he won’t say it out loud. He’ll feel better with Mabel there with him.
“Yes!” She leaps from the bed and snatches her grappling hook up, as if she wasn’t just looking about to get on her knees and beg. The truth is she doesn’t want him going anywhere she can’t see him. The whole 8-Ball fiasco is still fresh in her mind, and if something does happen to him and she’s not there to bail him out, she’ll never forgive herself. He needs her there, especially if he’s going to do anything potentially dangerous.
“Mystery Twins!” She shouts victoriously, pointing the grappling hook at the ceiling, and raising her free hand for a fistbump.
“Mystery Twins.” He bumps his fist against hers with a much more sedated smile, then takes her hand. “On three?”
“One,” she starts with a firm nod, tightening her grip on both his hand and the grappling hook.
“Two,” Dipper continues, tucking his pen away and touching both Journal 3 and the Resistance Notebook in his vest pocket to make sure they’re secure.
“Three!” they said together, and in unison, jumped into the tear.
Mabel tumbles out into a hallway and leaps to her feet, turning her grappling hook on whatever happens to be to her left, whether it be a wall or a potted plant or someone’s cat that wandered away. It doesn’t matter. It’s a Mirror Cat and clearly less adorable than a regular cat. “Did we make it, Dip?” Her expression shifts a bit to confusion. “‘Cause… This looks like a regular hallway in the mansion. If this is the Mirror Side, shouldn’t everything be all… backwards?”
“The hallway might look the same,” Dipper says, walking towards the windows, “But we definitely made it. Look.” He points outside. The view looks pretty similar to the view from the mansion, with one major exception: it’s entirely black and white. “I’ve read about this. Only the Mansion and the Mirror residents are in color.”
“Bleah. Someone call Crandolph the Fabulous pronto.” Mabel’s expression twists into a grimace as she peers out the window and backs up, tugging on her sweater. “So I guess that means our Mirrors are over on our side now. Maybe they’ll just… hang out in our room and not do anything weird or creepy.”
“Let’s hope.” Dipper looks back at a mirror and grimaces a little. “I’m sure someone on our side can handle them.” He hopes. He looks over at Mabel and grins. “Anyway, it’ll all be worth it if we can make some kind of neat discovery! Let’s find the core!”
“To the core!” She grabs Dipper’s hand and begins running down the hall, clearly not concerned that they’re in uncharted territory with a lot of potential bad guys running around. They’re just two kids to most people, and sometimes that’s an advantage.
Meanwhile, it’s an advantage to their Mirrors, as well. Mabel frowns as she looks around the room, smoothing her pleated black skirt with a distasteful expression. “Ugh. They’re so untidy.” Hesitantly, she picks up one of Mabel’s sweaters and sniffs it experimentally, only to drop it back on the floor with a disgusted noise. “Why do her clothes smell like a locker room?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Dipper walks across the room and starts rifling through the real Dipper’s drawers, flipping through his books, carelessly dropping everything on the floor. “Ugh, he must have taken it with him. Too much to hope for that he’d have left it behind.”
Mabel is investigating the closet, looking for something that doesn’t smell like it might have been dragged across a sweaty prepubescent boy’s pitts at some point. If she’s going to do this, she can’t wander around looking like a schoolgirl. She has to- God forbid- look the part. “Such a shame, brother dear. Ah, here we go.” She finds a sweater that suits her tastes and pulls it on over her collared shirt and vest. It doesn’t really make her look exactly like her Real, but hopefully people will be blinded by the amount of sparkles on it and won’t notice.
That done, she wanders back over to her twin and prods him in on the shoulder. “Don’t be so glum, chum. We have someone you’re positively vibrating to meet over here. And that’s worth its weight in stupid books.”
That mollifies Dipper slightly and he shoves over a few of Dipper’s books just to make a point, then grabs a permanent marker from the jar on Dipper’s desk.
“Yes, yes it is.” With deft, practiced motions, he draws a triangle on Dipper’s desk and an eye right in the middle. “Sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem,” he mutters, not quite the full summoning ritual, but then again, he doubts it’s necessary. Bill knows they’re here. Honestly this is just a formality.
Mabel sits down on the bed and grins, kicking her feet excitedly. “It’s playtime,” she practically coos.
All is right in the world, though Dipper still isn’t sure if his usual connection to Bill will work through the mirror. Wonderland isn’t Gravity Falls, and it’s hard to know how the process will translate. Still, he wanders the mansion, looking more confident than Dipper ever looks… not to mention better dressed. He’s not trying to pass as his so-called real doppelganger, so he looks as he always does, dressed in a blazer and slacks with his hair combed back from his face so that his birthmark shows clearly.
He doesn’t really need to investigate this side of Wonderland. After all, he has an ally who knows everything. But there’s one thing he can do, and that’s to wander the halls and draw eyes of providence anywhere that looks like it might be interesting. For a guy with one eye, Bill Cipher sure has a lot he can see, and it’s definitely in Dipper’s interest to make sure he can see as much as possible. So he scrawls the symbol everywhere.
Also it’s nice and vaguely menacing. He can appreciate that.
Mabel isn’t as big on the Bill Cipher World Domination Plan as her brother is- it’s great, but Bill’s attention, much as she hates it, is fickle, and she thrives on attention, negative or otherwise. So she figures there’s some damage she can cause with her Real’s friendgroup. Currently dressed in one of Mabel’s sparkliest sweaters and looking exactly like her Real (up until she opens her mouth and everyone can see she’s braces-free), she’s found herself a spot in the garden with a scrapbook. It’s research. If it means she gets to laugh at what a weird child her Real is at the same time… Well, whatever.
[Please specify who you want! Real!Dipper and Mabel will mostly be sticking together, but the Mirror Twins will be doing their own thing. Open to prose or action spam, whichever suits your fancy!]
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Like a small child that keeps pulling on your trouser leg, or the three-headed puppy that won't leave you alone, damn it, will you go torment somebody else?! He hears it, though, faint and not quite as proper as it should be, but a boy's voice chanting. Time for a little triangulum entangulum.
Bill presents his vortex with all the pomp and crackling fire that is to be expected of a businessman of his clout, swirling out of The Void and manifesting himself over Pine Tree's desk. Looking down he is inordinately delighted to see the expected summoners: Thing 1 and Thing 2.]
ΉΣᄂᄂӨ ПΛЦGΉƬY ᄃΉIᄂDЯΣП.
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We simply thought you might want to meet a higher caliber of Pines twins.
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1/2
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real twins - mirror side
So when she sees two twins running down the hall, she hides behind a potted plant, watching them from afar. Who knows what kind of people Mabel and Dipper's Mirrors are. But they look pretty much the same. Maybe they're not so different? Maybe the Mirrors have been vastly exaggerated.
When they get close enough, she's decided she has to talk to them at least. So as they near her plant, she straightens up.]
Boo.
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YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO ASK and hope they'll be honest...]
Are you Amethyst-Amethyst or creepy Mirror Amethyst?
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mirror mabel - real side
And so she has, in the garden. She recognizes Mabel and her sweaters from the other side of the mirror, knows she is one of Amethyst's good friends. That she is important to her.
She approaches Mabel, not recognizing her as her Mirror.]
Mabel, Mabel, Mabel. I've been interested in meeting you. You might even say I am a fan. Though, goodness-- what is that smell? You're sweatier than you look. The complications of humanity.
[It's obvious she's not the normal Amethyst. Her hair is short and smartly parted, clearly showing she still has both eyes. Her clothes are different, as well, a neat purple skirt and a button-up shirt.
Mabel may recognize her, but Amethyst hasn't recognized Mabel just yet.]
Scrapbooking -- a darling hobby, if a bit childish. But will you set aside your dear pastimes for a moment with your good friend Amethyst?
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[She does a little spin on the stop, throwing her hands up in a grand gesture of one who might be considering breaking out into a Latin dance at any moment.] And believe me, the sparkles and sweat are a little much, but all in the name of great drama, am I right?
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mirror dipper - real side
And, eventually, they lead to a boy -- Dipper? She nearly calls out to him, when she realizes something. He looks... different. And there's teleporting rips throughout the mansion and the grounds and she puts two and two together and that's not Dipper, is it? Not the one she knows.
From a safe enough distance behind and away, she hides from view, and checks on Dipper via her blinker stone. It's safely in his pocket, and she floats outward from it, to see him running in a familiar hallway with Mabel, but when she looks outside... it's not so familiar, after all. She returns to the here and now and pulls out her resistance notebook, carefully glancing at Dipper's Mirror in the hopes he doesn't spot her or leave her sight. Stopping to move and follow when he gets too far away.
She writes in the notebook, unsure when or if Dipper will ever see it, but she has to at least try to contact him.
"Dipper:
You got to the mirror side?
-Antimony"]
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Meanwhile, Dipper's mirror draws another triangle, but this time he adds a few words underneath it. SVOOL ZMMRV. XLNV LFG ZMW KOZB.]
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Antimony?? [She squints, lowering her weapon.] But you're... so bubbly.
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real twins - mirror side
the little bird won't cross, she won't dare, not by herself. while she was freed, the other is caged in a little mind fretting about honor and memories. a waste, really. she won't go on her own accord of course, sansa is dutiful to her queen, dutiful and lovely.
( this is a game, won't she be a lovely queen? the queen is getting old, she's ugly but a younger, prettier queen, won't she capture the hearts of everyone?
capture the heart. you really have to laugh. )
when one wants to capture a bird, at times one has to tempt her closer and so when the direwolf comes, she baits and she lures. they are one and the same, aren't we? the direwolf may be a little restless, perhaps feeling that something is wrong but she pets her, watches the frantic writing on the mirror asking of the wolf and smiles.
one doesn't need to capture or hunt, one needs to lure. she will come here sooner or later and then, then.
the gown she wears is mostly black, with white trimming, more revealing and more enchanting. she is a woman, not a child.
she pets the direwolf, ignores her hints of unease ( she won't attack, not her ) and remembers the children. oh well, they might come for the wolf or they might not.
she almost hopes one of them will, she's rather eager for an introduction ]
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It shouldn't be too hard to find a giant wolf, even in a mirror version of the mansion, but the hard part isn't finding the wolf- it's dealing with the person with her.]
Mirror Sansa! [Mabel glowers. She's an insult to the real Sansa down to her weird fashion choices and her crazy dark lady attitude. How dare she.] Give us the direwolf or.. or else.
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Mirror Side | Real kids
It's nuisances like these-- and to be fair, most everyone is a nuisance regardless of age --that lead to Sirius keeping mostly to himself. Not that he's not horribly charming. He is. He simply has no interest in using that charm if there's nothing to gain. And he can immediately see he has something to gain the moment he realizes that the boy is wearing his hair down. The Pines brother he's seen on the mirror side always has his bizarre birthmark on display. So that can mean only one thing.
Sirius thrusts his hands in his pockets casually as he approaches. They don't need to know he's grabbing hold of his wand just yet.]
Lost?
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..Prob..ably.] Nope. We know exactly where we are. We're here! And soon we're probably be... over there somewhere. See? Not lost at all.
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SOMEDAY WE'LL FINISH THIS THREAD
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real twins - mirror side
He's hardier than any human and might be able to keep his wits about him for just long enough to catch a glimpse. James had told him he'd done this before, which means that his chances are slimmer than he'd like, but Castiel won't feel as if he's done his part if he doesn't look for himself. What he did before he lost his memories doesn't matter now.
Already aware of the Core's location, Castiel's making his way down the fifth floor hallway when he hears two excited young voices from behind him.
And they're heading for the Core.
Castiel turns to face them as they run up, his brow crinkled into a frown. "It's not safe." It might sound like a great adventure if they don't know what they're getting into.
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"It's science. That involves risks."
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Real twins, Mirror Side (he won't try to eat them, I promise :3)
But the narration digresses.
Kaneki's Mirror is wary of the Core, because it's largely not a Safe Place. He's also wary of the rips, though he has a feeling his Real thing isn't going to jump into one without a very good reason. He's not particularly worried, then, about ending up somewhere he shouldn't be.
What he's much more interested in is Real things that end up where they shouldn't be.
You see, eating other Mirrors is problematic. He'd either have to let them live--which ccomes with its own share of problems--or kill them, and killing them would mean the Queen would have to remake them. He has a feeling she doesn't want to do that for just any old reason and he's smart enough to know better than to do anything that might inconvenience her.
Eating Real things that happen to be on his side of the glass, however, can't be nearly as much of a problem, he thinks. The rips notwithstanding, they're trapped, and as long as he doesn't kill them, he doesn't have to deal with them again once they cross back over. It's win-win for him.
So he's very happy to come across Dipper and Mabel, who he understands are Regular People, on top of being young and hopefully not capable of fighting well. It just...makes him smile as he approaches them. The expression looks more or less pleasant, but his eyes (both of which are uncovered) are narrowed. Mabel's grappling hook is a bit annoying, but nothing he can't handle. Probably.
SURE HE WON'T. SURE.
"Mabel," There's a note in his voice, more than the usual paranoia and mistrust. "How do you feel about running away really fast?"
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mirror dipper | real side.
sansa has wrote her message on as many mirrors as she could find, called both her friends and her bannermen to search for lyanne as the direwolf was there one moment and gone the next. she had waited some time but when the wolf failed to return, she had reasoned lyanne must have found her way into the realm beyond the looking glass.
she tries to steel herself, tried to be brave and strong but the thought of losing another direwolf had frightened her, left her tired and silent in the face of uncertainty.
I have a mirror too, she thought, a girl she hated. a girl who would preserve herself but did so cruelly and without any thought of anyone else, a girl who was proud and arrogant, a girl who reminded her too much of a lioness rather than a wolf.
her wardrobe still failed to bring her own clothes back but she has found one that seemed to do well for now.
she sits in the tea room, a mirror in hand. should she try for another message?
she is without a wolf, it would seem. again,
it never bode her well. ]
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Well, this one wears clothes. That's a difference.
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Real Twins - Mirror Side
He hears Dipper's voice before he sees either of them as he's rounding a corner on the fifth floor. His understanding is that the core is here and while he's trying to be cautious, his curiosity is really starting to get the better of him.
"Dipper?" The voice could be Dipper's mirror and he knows that, but it's not enough for him to avoid the interaction.
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She's aware he's been here longer than her, but they're on the Mirror side and who's to say their Mirrors don't know different people than they do.
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One Or Both Real Mystery Twins - Core Vicinity
It flickers. It did not flicker the last time, that much he still remembers. That much really only tells Philip that something is wrong, and it hardly took his visit here to figure that out. He approaches, cautiously. The video camera in his hand--
--is shaking, and nerves are at best partially to blame, but with every step something already feels wrong. He wanted to see the light again, that much he realises now, but it must be... it must be that whatever welcomed some part of him, the same force does not think his body is wanted here, does not think that it is supposed to proceed.
A flush of nausea, blurs at the edges of his vision, steps that refuse to come straight or easy. The familiarity makes his heart pound, and for a moment his mind is trapped in a different corridor, concrete and cold and shattered glass, footsteps and growls in the distance; running, running, running from them not nearly as much as the voice he will never be able to shake, the laughter crawling harshly from his head through his bones. Philip gasps for breath, not knowing how much longer he will be able to, allowed to, and--
[ Okay, Relevant Part, Here We Go ]
--finds himself slouched against the wall, his fingernails dug into the back of his neck. Still in Wonderland. Always in Wonderland, as he's been for years. He shakes his head. An embarrassing performance. Scowls, because... the Core is several doors down now. Great, and he ran in the opposite direction at that.
The camera's still in his other hand, at least. All right, take two. This time he'll get it right there, around the corner, somebody's voice coming closer. Fantastic, this was going so well already.
Philip scowls. Might be one of theirs, come exploring like he did. He did say this was important, somebody might've listened for a change. Might be that's exactly what Her side doesn't want to allow. His fingers slip from his neck, to the gun on his waist. His eyes are kept on the corner, waiting.
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Mabel turns the corner, keeping pace with her brother, and still looking a little green around the gills from their first (disastrous) attempt to look into the Core. She's all but doubled over and sort of looks like she's going to be sick.
"We can't do that again..." She hasn't even picked up on the fact that this hallway is occupied, too focused on making sure she doesn't hurl or faint or a combination of the two. Gross.
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