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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

no, said sans, quieter this time

[punful]

one of those things takes effort, and the other takes none at all.

but i guess you're all about expending effort when you shouldn't. because you "can," you "have to," etc.

heh. except it's not even "you."

and everyone voted so hard that wonderland burned down

[dustiest]

Right, right. I forget. You're the "zero effort" guy.

[They tsk quietly, tongue pushing at the wall of one cheek.]

Aw, c'mon. You're judging a little harshly, don'tcha thing? It's not like I'd've gone out of my way. Theoretically.

our friends and our friends can't be friends

[punful]

naturally.

aha. so you're from that sort of "timeline." one of the middling ones. where you're just as terrible as you need to be, no more, no less.

plus they're planning on invading the entire mansion

[dustiest]

Sure. If you wanna get pedantic about it.

[They roll one of their shoulders. The locket 'round their neck isn't the prized 99 DEF copy, but it'll still do in a pinch. It should do.]

Don't see where you have a leg to stand on. Just saying, all those dreadful monsters were trying to kill me.

it's time for world war frisk

[punful]

pedantic is one of my many middle names.

[He wishes he could just be nice to them, but he knows how this goes. At this point in the "timeline" there's no talking them out of it. In some ways, this sort of version of Frisk is a whole lot crueler than the ones who kill everyone.]

yeah. cause nothing can be solved by talking, right? but i'm sure you don't care about that. you'd rather take the easy, straightforward path. actually caring about people is hard and messy. not worth the time. right?

[It's weird. This is the sort of conversation that used to happen regularly with Chara. Only this time it's happening with a version of Frisk. A version that doesn't have even a shred of Chara inside them. One kid. One anomaly, who makes bad choices and keeps making them. He could take that as some kind of proof that Frisk is as bad as they think they are--if this kid wasn't born and bred in Wonderland, cobbled together with fake memories and fake Determination and meant to unsettle.]

(the sequel)

[dustiest]

Tell that to Undyne. I gotta say, she was a pain to get past no matter how you slice it!

[Ha, get it? Slice it?!

He's trying to guilt them, isn't he? That's adorable. Or maybe...maybe he's just playing his stupid little word games again, skipping around the point. It's hard enough to tell with him when they can see his face. As it is, they don't even have the subtle nuances of facial expression to go off of.]

For someone who's not very high off the ground, you sure do sit on kind of a high horse, huh?

electric boogaloo

[punful]

that's undyne for you. always was pleased that she gives you so much trouble, no matter the timeline.

[The same can't be said for Sans, after all.]

how else am i supposed to feel tall?

hire a sansmurai

[dustiest]

[Hah. They smirk, toying with the Dagger in their hands like it's a plastic toy and not a weapon, heavy with theoretical monsters' dust.]

Well, it's not like you've got a whole lot of moral high ground either.

in the year negative 201x

[punful]

[He's watching that dagger. Always watching out for weapons, even when it's physically impossible for this Frisk to hurt him. Always have to be careful.]

no, but i have a bit more than you.

.........wonderland probably wasn't here yet

[dustiest]

[It's really too bad they're not getting a proper look at his face. Of course, he'd...pretty much be as difficult-to-read as always, unless he's getting his scary on.]

Do you? Do you really?

I have no illusions about what I am. You...gosh, where do I even start with you?

this thread is ~*~beautiful~*~

[punful]

do you honestly think i'm the kind of guy who deludes himself?

/draws swords OKAY

[dustiest]

Maybe not. But you sure spend a lot of time deluding that poor brother of yours.

[It doesn't take a genius to know that old Sansy here has a soft spot. They wonder how his reaction time compared to Undyne's might be. She was easy to rile up. Sans might be harder.

Fortunately, they're up for the challenge.]

and then sans died in a trash tornado

[punful]

i don't think you know what the actual definition of "delude" is.

[Nice try, kid.]

sans IS a trash tornado

[dustiest]

Mislead. Lie to. Neglect to mention. What else would you like to call it?

[It rankles, knowing that there are plenty of people who could get under this wretched skeleton's skin far more effectively. The Real Chara, for one.

But they're not Chara. Thank god.]

i mean it's true

[punful]

semantics.

you're gonna have to do better than that.

=)

[dustiest]

Hm.

[Abruptly, they turn away. Appear, at least externally, to lose interest.

Internally, they're seething a bit. Can't ruffle his feathers. Or if they can, it's not like they'll get the satisfaction of seeing them get ruffled.]

Where is your brother these days? He's awfully loud. Louder than the one over here, even!

:(

[punful]

he's around. i'm surprised he hasn't tried to talk to you already.

[dustiest]

Oh, his mirror has! But he's actually kinda boring, compared to the Real thing. I'm sure you knew that already, though, right?

[Pale imitations. That's all any of them are.]

[punful]

he's something, at least.

[They talked earlier and it seemed to go okay. Sans has been trying to track him down again.]

[dustiest]

[God but he's awfully one-note. Makes sense. Anything more would require effort, wouldn't it?]

"Something". Oh, c'mon. Don't tell me you actually felt something for that pathetic waste.

[One side of their mouth inches up in a bared-teeth smirk.]

Or - now that's a thought, isn't it? You wouldn't happen to have come across my useless partner, would you?

[punful]

he's not a waste.

[Sans sighs to himself.]

mirror chara? sure.

[dustiest]

Why? He's a watered-down, lesser version of the Real thing. What would you call him?

[They snort, sharp and derisive.]

Though he really has nothing on that pitiful lump. Not an ounce of determination in them at all.

[punful]

i'd call him a papyrus.

determination isn't everything.

[dustiest]

That's real sweet. How 'bout you take them in, hm? Or are they not dangerous enough for you to consider them a friend?

[punful]

i mean

i'd generally rather be friends with people than have to fight them.