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[onlyredroses]

Somewhere in the Mirror World, in a spot without a counterpart on Real Side, is the Queen's quarters

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[sadfreezingbrit]

Philip stumbles across the quarters by ridiculous chance. A noise he thinks he heard in the corridor and a door that's providing an excellent opportunity to escape. On the one hand it could just be any ordinary room. On the other hand... he just doesn't find room for doubt.

"That's..."

'Ridiculously fancy? I know, right? Hey. Hey, you wanna go and steal some stuff? How 'bout those eyes over there? For old times' sake?'

Philip turns his head, spotting the right over there soon enough. He approaches curiously and taps the glass, nowhere near as unsettled by the eyes' reaction than he might have been a little over a year ago.

His hands reach out cautiously, wrap around the glass and--

"What am I doing, that's absurd," he mutters and draws back his hands, briefly pocketing them for emphasis.

'Just don't say I didn't say anything when you gotta open another security door later.'

Huffing Philip turns away from the oddly pickled peekers and gives his attention to the rest of the room, things that are actually worth examining and

[hck_hck]

While he doubts that the Queen is just laying around with everything that's happening, Miguel is starting her search for her there. He has no beef with the woman, no more than he has with anyone else, but frankly he'd hate to see someone else get her head on a platter before him.

He's not surprised to see someone else there already, though, and leans in the doorway to watch him rather than going in.

"I don't think she'd like it if you took that."

[sadfreezingbrit]

Philip goes from being startled to being annoyed at being startled to simply being annoyed in record time. He really should have expected company and he should have expected it to be... mirror-y and unpleasant.

...Then again, he did expect it a little. His hand wanders to his revolver, making sure it's still where he put it.

With his other hand he pockets a CD defiantly.

"I don't think I care."

[hck_hck]

Miguel walks in, his steps more deliberate and calculated than his real's. "I suppose you real things don't care about dying so much, hm?"

His fingers brush over the surface of a shelf, his eyes following the movement calmly. "Then again, that's what all this is about, isn't it?"

He slowly turns his attention back to the other man. "Not that I care much either way."

[sadfreezingbrit]

Philip doesn't notice the distinction on account of knowing neither Mister Kchkch nor his snooty counterpart here.

He swallows and takes a step back. In his stomach lies the cold realisation that pulling a gun on a stranger might be beyond what he's capable of.

"This is your rebellion, isn't it? That's what you wanted."

[hck_hck]

"You assume we're all on one side?" Miguel clucks his tongue. "Naive."

He steps closer to the strange man, lips pressed together as he gives the man a once over. His gaze isn't sexual, but the appraisal is obvious.

He doesn't think much of what he sees.

"Frankly, as long as I make it out alive, I don't care who or what is 'in charge'."

[sadfreezingbrit]

Now that is a cue Philip can work with. Using more effort than he wishes was visible he draws the revolver, not yet doing more than holding it lowered at his side.

"Then you might want to leave. Now."

Philip's condescending verdict on the other man didn't require so much as a glance. His prejudice against all mirrors is apparent and feeling himself cornered in the Queen's quarters does little to make him more accessible to civilised conversation or a change of heart.

[hck_hck]

The mirror narrows his eyes, one side of his mouth quirking upwards.

"And yet...I'm just as likely to bring that Queen of ours down myself. Funny."

[sadfreezingbrit]

So that doesn't do the trick. All right. All right, maybe--

...Maybe Philip should try something more logical. With words.

"What do you even want?"

It's a little hard to tell without so much as a regular counterpart to derive a hunch from.

But hey, at least they're talking?

I'M SORRY PHILLIP AND MIGUEL HAVE NEVER SPOKEN BEFORE..................

[hck_hck]

He smirks, barely acknowledging the gun. He has an idea of what it is, despite having never seen one like it before, but frankly even if he's not really suicidal, he is just homicidal enough to not care so much about his own well being.

So, ignoring his instincts to recoil from close proximity with another living being, he steps even closer.

"I want to be the one to rip out her throat. So if you're after much the same thing, it might be prudent to tell me if you've seen her."

YES. SHAME ON YOU FOR NOT EXPANDING HIS PAST PEOPLE COLLECTIVE.

[sadfreezingbrit]

And Philip takes a corresponding step back.

"I'm not. And I haven't."

And another one.

'What's with the nervous retreat, monkey? He seems like a friendly enough guy!'

it's all my faaaaaaaaaault

[hck_hck]

Eyebrow raise. "Then what are you after, hm?"

Clearly. /raises chin /hairflick

[sadfreezingbrit]

In the broad and magnificent spectrum of human expressions there is probably one that can be described as 'This is really none of your fucking business grin'. That expression is the one Philip is using right now.

"Good music."

He did just pocket that CD, after all.

:<<<

[hck_hck]

"Of course."

Miguel can tell he won't get anything out of this guy, and as fun as trying to slice information out of him piece by piece always is, there is no information to have. Oh well.

He steps back and towards the door, never turning his back. "I'll leave you to your search, then."

<3333

[sadfreezingbrit]

In a wrap-up tag that arrives way too late Philip merely stands and stares, the hand still on his gun, glaring silently until Miguel has left the room.