What a lucky coincidence for you to run into the good doctor who is prowling the corridors just the same, being fantastically dressed for the occasion.
...The occasion being apparently something that requires torn and partially burnt clothes with bloodstains on them. ]
[That is a valid question! Then again, so is this: ]
And you didn't bring a tie!
[ ...except it isn't so much a question as it is angry yelling followed by Crazyfia slamming Dean into the nearest wall before she even approaches further, courtesy of Sonic Boom. ]
[The expletive barely has time to make it out of his mouth before he's thrown against a wall by some invisible force. It feels a whole lot like demon powers, and one of his left ribs is feeling a whole lot like crap.
Grunting and drawing his gun, Dean cocks it and gets to his feet unsteadily.]
[Okay, now this is odd. The Dean he knew wouldn't be carrying around a weapon like that, would he? But with all the switching going on and the mirror remembering the chess game, this had to be the Dean from the other side.
Cautiously, since this Dean was armed with an actual gun not some gun-esque summoning device, Minato approached him, not really knowing how to address him, but he'll do it the way he normally did with the mirror.]
Um, Dean-san...? Where are you going and did you... need any help?
[Some point after his adventures in jewelery theft, Kurt's mirror is wandering around looking for something to be doing. He's pretty sure he saw a red blur somewhere but he's not sure if that means anything or not, but he figures looking around might be the best thing to do at this point. Besides, he doesn't wanna just sit and do nothing. That's stupid and cowardly and he wants to be able to say he did something to help overthrow the Queen besides attend some stupid meeting.
His Real Side dad probably would have been proud.
Much like when he went after the Jabberwocky the second time, he has a hunting rifle strapped to his back. Since he's got his flannel, tech vest, and trademark worn-out hat looks a little like he's about to go shoot a deer or something. But he doesn't care - he's pretty sure it suits him.
Anyway, he looks up and notices Dean - quite possibly one of the most badass manly dudes he's ever seen. Way more manly than that suit-wearing nerd version. He stares at him for a second, and then not-so-smoothly tries to cover
( ... )
Whatever it is, it's making his neck prickle, and leaving an itch like that unscratched just isn't the Winchester way. Dean turns slowly to narrow his eyes at...
...Kurt.
Or. Not-Kurt. This must be the mirror-Kurt. There's no way that the real Kurt would wear a Marty McFly vest and a trucker hat. He looks like he stepped right out of the Discovery Channel's Hillbilly Handfishing show.]
[Eep! He's been spotted! He plays it cool though, and gives a nod.]
Hey! Not a whole helluva lot.
[WOW, that sounds nothing like Kurt at all. Vocabulary aside, he's forced his voice to be a little lower and gruffer than the real Kurt's - more masculine. He jams his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels a bit.]
Y'know, just tryin' to overthrow the Queen and stuff. But y'look like y'prolly know all 'bout that already.
Guess who else is prowling around, a man on a mission?
Yeah.
Because the MS is pretty sure the Queen is the mononoke around here, and now that he's got an opening, he's on the hunt. What are the odds of bumping into you here on the Mirrorside, Dean?]
[Oh hey, bro. It's been a while. Dean hasn't seen the Medicine Man in months, probably, and it's always nice to get a glimpse of that incredibly girly, annoyingly vague face.
*Poor Dean. See he's attracted the attention of the much friendlier ghost on this side. Much less of the spooky sounds and flashy lights and...well more of the hover over to him at the speed of a charging puppy with the absolute happiest face ever.
Seriously he's happy to see you Dean. really*
You don't belong on this side. Are you here to fight? Can I come too? Can I help? Please? The other one won't lift a finger, but I can be helpful! I really can!
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What a lucky coincidence for you to run into the good doctor who is prowling the corridors just the same, being fantastically dressed for the occasion.
...The occasion being apparently something that requires torn and partially burnt clothes with bloodstains on them. ]
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So he stops his own prowling and straightens, watching her carefully, and opens his mouth to address her politely and with the utmost tact.]
...you didn't escape the looney bin, didja?
[Okay, so maybe he needs a little practice with etiquette.]
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And you didn't bring a tie!
[ ...except it isn't so much a question as it is angry yelling followed by Crazyfia slamming Dean into the nearest wall before she even approaches further, courtesy of Sonic Boom. ]
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[The expletive barely has time to make it out of his mouth before he's thrown against a wall by some invisible force. It feels a whole lot like demon powers, and one of his left ribs is feeling a whole lot like crap.
Grunting and drawing his gun, Dean cocks it and gets to his feet unsteadily.]
Friendly lady, aren'tcha?
[And yet, he's grinning.]
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Cautiously, since this Dean was armed with an actual gun not some gun-esque summoning device, Minato approached him, not really knowing how to address him, but he'll do it the way he normally did with the mirror.]
Um, Dean-san...? Where are you going and did you... need any help?
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You-
[Hold up - he met this kid's realside, didn't he? Or is this the real one?]
...we're gonna play Twenty Questions, only I'm gonna ask one. Which side are you from?
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This side, I promise, I'm from here, this side is home, I told him to stay over there...
You're here to help us, right, and um, to do anything else...?
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[And a knife.
And a gun.]
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His Real Side dad probably would have been proud.
Much like when he went after the Jabberwocky the second time, he has a hunting rifle strapped to his back. Since he's got his flannel, tech vest, and trademark worn-out hat looks a little like he's about to go shoot a deer or something. But he doesn't care - he's pretty sure it suits him.
Anyway, he looks up and notices Dean - quite possibly one of the most badass manly dudes he's ever seen. Way more manly than that suit-wearing nerd version. He stares at him for a second, and then not-so-smoothly tries to cover ( ... )
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Or staring at him.
Whatever it is, it's making his neck prickle, and leaving an itch like that unscratched just isn't the Winchester way. Dean turns slowly to narrow his eyes at...
...Kurt.
Or. Not-Kurt. This must be the mirror-Kurt. There's no way that the real Kurt would wear a Marty McFly vest and a trucker hat. He looks like he stepped right out of the Discovery Channel's Hillbilly Handfishing show.]
'Sup, dude.
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Hey! Not a whole helluva lot.
[WOW, that sounds nothing like Kurt at all. Vocabulary aside, he's forced his voice to be a little lower and gruffer than the real Kurt's - more masculine. He jams his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels a bit.]
Y'know, just tryin' to overthrow the Queen and stuff. But y'look like y'prolly know all 'bout that already.
[You know, since he's here and stuff.]
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Yeeeeeeeeeah.
[He adjusts the duffel bag on his shoulder and nods to "Kurt's" rifle.]
You know how to use that?
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Yes, that sounds about right.
Guess who else is prowling around, a man on a mission?
Yeah.
Because the MS is pretty sure the Queen is the mononoke around here, and now that he's got an opening, he's on the hunt. What are the odds of bumping into you here on the Mirrorside, Dean?]
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Dean grins and waves a hand in salutation.]
Hey, dude.
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...Good afternoon.
[God even knows what he's been busy doing; he's not likely to be any more forthcoming about his long silence than about anything else.]
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Hunting?
[It's a rhetorical question, but one he asks nonetheless.]
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Seriously he's happy to see you Dean. really*
You don't belong on this side. Are you here to fight? Can I come too? Can I help? Please? The other one won't lift a finger, but I can be helpful! I really can!
*Enjoy your mile a minute chattering*
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Dean stares because- shit, is this The Sorrow? No. No, it can't be. The Sorrow's mirror. That's it. That makes sense.]
...you wanna take a breath for a second, buddy?
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*Doe eyed puppy, pretty much*
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[Still eyeing him carefully.]
You know there's a revolution goin' on, right?
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