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[vitaelamorte]

Who: You! !oot ,uoy dnA
Where: Wonderland, both Real and Mirror side
When: June 3 to June 10
Rating: PG-13, will vary by thread, warnings for higher ratings appreciated
Summary: A catch-all log for Mirrors and Reals during the reverse espionage event. Anything from Mirrors leading their daily lives, over Reals reacting to the show, to Reals and Mirrors exchanging messages goes here. Just label your locations and sides accordingly!
The Story:

Your own medicine is worth twice the sweetness in the bush, that is what they say! Here is my plan, now make sure you listen well, or you get it wrong, and then I would need to pair you all up, for only two even wrongs set my head back on right, and we've no time for such things, no time at all, do we?

As mighty as the sharpest blade, as stout as the hardest shield, a spool of thread woven from hearts of gold. It must exist, and I must have it! She'll do worse to my head if I search, but you'll help, won't you? I will let you see, and you will be my eyes! All good things come tomorrow - then I'll let you see, and you'll be my eyes, and when it's all done you'll use your own mouths to tell my personal ears all you know, won't you?

All of Wonderland's mirrors are suddenly working in reverse. The Real side can see everything, and the Mirror side is left with nothing but their own reflections. Details of the event can be found here.

Comments

[cutenug]

[ her jaw clenches. leliana is not often tempted to bursts of violence that won't actually accomplish anything, but those words make her want to hit something. ]

Who do you think I am?

[ and if he is right about who she is, where the fuck was she when this was happening? because she would never condone the use of red lyrium. ]

[squandered]

[ Ah, nug's piss, did he get it wrong? Don't tell him he wasted his favourite performance, Andraste's tits. Shh, no, not over yet. One word. Come now, just give another word. ]

Spymaster.

[ There it is. ]

[cutenug]

Things change between worlds, do they not? What is my name?

[ she prays he has a different spymaster. because she really doesn't want to think of a world wherein she is party to the use of blighted lyrium and everything it does. ]

[squandered]

[ Ha. The corner of his lip twitches. It's a difficult grin to bite back. ]

Which one of them? Left Hand. Nightingale. Sister. Leliana.

[cutenug]

Yes.

[ she curses under her breath. stares at that lip twitch and thinks remember the differences. ]

Why was Cadash not stopped?

[squandered]

Corypheus, [ he corrects with emphasis. ] Corypheus is the one we must stop, Cadash is our Herald. I remember it correctly, I'm sure of it. She's saved us all, hasn't she?

[ Done? Almost done. Just a little something extra. He taps the mirror faintly with one finger. ]

He'll see it soon, as well, he'll be able to tell it better.

[cutenug]

No.

[ the writing is sloppier--she's pressing harder against the glass and writing faster. ]

He will not take it. I will kill anyone who tries to make him.

[squandered]

You won't.

[ The Knight-Commander shakes his head, and steps back from the mirror. ]

You didn't.

[cutenug]

[ she lets him go, hissing between her teeth as she stalks away from the mirror. he lies. he must. the alternative is unthinkable. ]

[squandered]

[ He waits for more writing to appear, and is almost disappointed when it doesn't. Disappointed that he needs to imagine her face, when he'd much rather see it. Next time, he comforts himself. There will be a next time.

The Knight-Commander turns from the mirror, and with his back to it walks away, grinning. ]