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[iguanasolution]

"Uh, this is Frank Zhang. Not here now, I'm sorry. Leave a message if you want."
 

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(i didn't see one for Eway so I'm posting here instead fight me)

[pyremaniac]

[Early one morning, Frank will be awoken by the sounds of tapping. Loud, persistent tapping. In a pattern that, unless he actually remembers, will mean very little to him at the time.]

[But it was the very same rhythm he'd tapped at her that day in Hazel's room.]

(/fights you)

[iguanasolution]

[It had just been a little random tap to explain himself, he could have just as easily simply been pointing, so even if he had been fully awake he'd have hardly recognized it. Considering he was just being rudely woke up by what he thought was the rain falling, during his first seconds of consciousness.

Finally he saw it wasn't coming form the windows (inner windows, at that, but in his defense Wonderland had done weirder things than rain inside), but from inside the room itself.

He stood up quickly (Legion training was a hard habit to lose, and he'd only been here a little more than a month) and turned the lights on, expecting to find someone.]

Wha...?

[pyremaniac]

[He looked confused. Weak. How positively endearing.]

[She couldn't speak to him, and he wouldn't see her right away through the glass. All she could do was tap again. The same pattern. Over and over until she had his undivided attention.]

[iguanasolution]

[It wasn't the pattern itself that made it click, but once he realized the sound was coming from somewhere behind the mirror... it didn't take a genius, really.

He was instantly on edge.]

What do you want?

[pyremaniac]

[She could hear the agitation in his voice, and it delighted her. Though she made a point to mock pout at his tone, even if he couldn't actually see her.]

[The blade was in hand, and within a few seconds, Frank would see the dripping red letters slowly form over the reflective glass:]

[iguanasolution]

I don't.

[There's no one around, no one but... her. It has to be her, and he doesn't even know how why he's so certain when the other side is apparently full of mirrors.

But he just... knows.]

And she isn't here, so think twice before pissing me off.

[pyremaniac]

[Oh, she knew. Precisely why she was acting now. She wanted to catch him alone. See how he reacted when he wasn't busy playing Hero.]

[iguanasolution]

[He bit his inner cheek. He might have looked eager to get a chance to attack her, but he actually disliked losing himself to open confrontation. And he knew, if she kept pushing, she'd find it.]

Like you said 'hello' to her?

[pyremaniac]

[iguanasolution]

You were hoping I'd give you more of a show. [He corrects, but his words are still wary.]

You're Hazel, right? A different part of her, or something like that, but you're still her. So I don't want to hurt you, but I really want you to go away and leave all of us alone.

[pyremaniac]

[iguanasolution]

I have only talked to you once, and I'm pretty sure I wasn't 'nice' to you then either. Why are you surprised? And why do you think I like someone who makes my girlfriend, who I actually like, nervous?

[And why does he keep on engaging her? He should know better.]

[pyremaniac]

[iguanasolution]

[He shakes his head.] Not even close.

You wish you were her, maybe.

[pyremaniac]

[iguanasolution]

[He doesn't even think about it.

One second he's reaching for the bow, next second he's already shot an arrow at the mirror. There's pieces scattered around, and the knowledge that he lost his cool exactly like the mirror version of Hazel probably wanted him to tastes like ashes in his mouth.

He just hopes the real Hazel hasn't heard it.]

ɹoɹɹıɯ » ʎʇuǝʍʇ ɹǝqoʇɔo

[victoried]

[ whenever the son of victory wakes up in the morning, upon his mirror, written in shimmering gold, is the following and nothing more: ]

( audio ) | backdated because life sucks

[ripstides]

Have you seen the network?

[ a pause, but not for very long because he's rapid fire and a little bit adhd, and this is serious. ]

If we don't cross over to the Mirror side, there might not be anything worth staying for.