Mirror, Mirror

[threenessofmind]

[Something's changed about one of the custodial closets in the Mall. Instead of holding cleaning supplies, the room contains a sprawling maze of mirrors. Upon closer inspection, it appears that the mirror reflects one's insecurities, true self, or perhaps a hidden negative quality.

...worst part is, everyone can see.]

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[threenessofmind]

[The reflection's robe is unzipped enough to expose a rather sufficient view of her cleavage. Upon her lips forms a sultry smirk.

Jezbel's influence aside, Amane can't deny that this side of her exists. She begins to feel overwhelmingly insufficient; she is a failure as a priestess of God, as a daughter, as a...

Her knees crumple, as she tries to suppress the choked sobs escaping her lips.]

[highonpower]

[Chiaki notices her not long afterwards and sees the reflection Amane had cast into the mirror, and scowls. Things were not looking good...]

Get up.

[She manages to say those words not too soft, but not hard either. Just enough to know that it was a simple demand.]

[threenessofmind]

[It took her several moments to register thebother girl's prescence. Tears trickling from her puffy eyes, she regards Chiaki with an empty gaze. She nods lightly to herself, as she attempts to put herself into a standing position.

Her conclusions are irrational, she tries to convince herself, but to no avail.]

[highonpower]

[Sighing, Chiaki helps her stand back up on her two feet.]

You can't allow something like this to get to you.

[bel_donna]

[Tsukasa's reflection is odd, the youth appears with a collar tied round her neck while a metallic leash trails from the front of her neck to the floor beside her feet. From her head grows a pair of dog like ears.

While confused by the image at first, Tsukasa's mind eventually processes the implications of her reflection appearing in such a manner. At 17 she was tasked with saving the world, her friends, and all of mankind.

Though she soldiered through the Lock Down with unwavering confidence and a endlessly positive attitude, deep within her heart a part of her wished someone would hold her hand and take away her burden. Like a dog she wished to be lead by a leash and told everything would be all right.

Though she sheds no tears over her sudden, and rather grim, realization. Tsukasa is clearly shaken to the point of delirium by this turn of events.]

[threenessofmind]

[Her steps are uneven; her puffy eyes gaze upon the reincarnation of Abel.]

Hello... Tsukasa.

[Based on the pause, it sounds as if either Jezbel or Remiel informed her of the name. On the reflection's side of things, it appears Mind Amane is speaking.]

[bel_donna]

[Tsukasa turns slowly to meet the priestess in her shocked stupor. It takes a moment for her to muster enough strength to speak.]

Hello, Amane-san. H...How are you doing?

[Mean while, Tsukasa's dog like reflection seems to be shadowing it's owners sudden shyness.]

[threenessofmind]

I've... been better.

[It's the most honest response she can give.]

I can't help but wonder what the Mall wishes to accomplish by this.

[She's barely keeping her typical, controlled tone.]

[intopandemonium]

[Well, this reflection isn't anything new to him. If anything, he's just trying to find his way out of the maze.

His companion in the mirror is a horrifying sight, as it strides beside the ex-marine. Every so often, it glances at its originator, red half-mask (resembling that of a certian chaos hero) ever grinning. Blood runs down its legs, as if it were wading in a pool of it (from a front viewpoint), though the origin appears to be from its chest, ripped open to reveal the heartless cavity.]

[adarkerangel]

*The angel in the mirror that follows Mastema is severely weakened, emaciated and hunched over. It carries in its chained arms a chess piece molded into Zelenin's likeness. ...except it's existence seems suspect. It appears in some mirrors and some it doesn't. Sometimes it is white and faded, sometimes it is green and vibrant.*

[untrueblue]

*Perhaps most telling about this man wandering the corridors of mirrors is in his physical body rather than his reflection. That, instead of a Demonica, he wears loose white garments instead.

That his reflection doesn't have to change a thing.

That, of the three angels following him, only Seraph is reflected.*

It was a difficult decision not to troll Matsema...

[intopandemonium]

[Russel thought he hit another mirror as he approached Rio, though the Lawful nature of the man initially confused him.]

(Well. Another "me.")

[His reflection snarls at Rio's, its half-mask in an eternal, mocking grin. Blood freely flows out of its torn-open chest cavity, which appears to be missing its heart.]

Choices, choices. XD

[untrueblue]

*Rio looks up at his Chaotic self approaching. He stops moving, as do the trio of angels behind him.*

Tell me your name isn't Davis.

[intopandemonium]

Jackson.

[His reply is calm, if not slightly condescending. He cooly makes eye contact with his lawful self.]