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{ mirror mirror }

MIRROR MIRROR
With the sleepwalking curse over, everyone will have some time to rest and recuperate—until Jack Frost comes barging in with news of a clue on how to help his beloved Ice Queen who still remains asleep. The clue was the mirror shard that was in her chest, and there are theories that it may have been a fragment of a much stronger, powerful mirror she had been given some time ago. Problem is, he can't find it nor can he remember who gave it to her. He does, however, have a magic incantation that will allow people to enter mirrors and hopefully find a trace. Unfortunately, this horrendously backfires and we have mirror chaos instead. Dammit, Jack.
More details on everything can be found here. We will request any thread submissions for certain prompts during AC .
I. REVEREIN
It all begins in Reverein, where there's a strange shift in the air upon Jack's attempt to cast the spell. But instead of affecting just one mirror, it reflects off the surface and spreads out to the entire town, hitting every reflective surface instead. Ripples can be seen before the surfaces still, but it's too late. Every reflective surface—glass, mirror, window—is under a different effect because of the botched spell.
And some are being unwittingly pulled into them.
Fortunately It is possible to communicate and even watch people from the other side of the mirror, but it's only through certain mirrors and at certain times. It also will be temporary, so while one mirror might work one time, it may not work again.
A. Strange Reflections. While some mirrors may still reflect proper images, many will have…unusual changes.

🪞 You are what you see. Whether it's an odd hairstyle, change in skin color, or style of clothing in the reflection, suddenly the viewer will look exactly like what's reflected. The most extreme is a different form entirely.
🏡 Glimpses of home. Everyone will have a rare glimpse of their home world, and these can be instances from the past, present, or even a limited future. They are just reflections and cannot be interacted with, and future reflections may be blurry to prevent the person from seeing too much. For those who have memory issues, such visions will also be blurry, but perhaps they can help stir some things…
🔮 Most desired. Mirrors that have a bit of a pink hue to them will reflect the viewer's most desired "thing." It could be an object, person, place, or even a general idea. However, if not careful the viewer may become trapped in a trance and will need to be removed or smash the mirror.


D. The Unknown. Appearing in both the Mirror World and Reverein will be a strange mirror masked, black cloaked figure called "The Unknown." It traverses through the mirrors and through the walls, seeking those with happy reflections and will try to corrupt them with nightmares. People on both sides of the mirrors will be able to confront and try to stop the Unknown, though beware its chocolate attacks.
II. MIRROR WORLD
Everything in this "Mirror World" is, in a word, chaotic. Imagine an AI-generated monstrosity based off of Picasso, Escher, and Dr. Seuss, where everything seems to be upside down, backwards, colors everywhere and nowhere, and everything feels so fragmented that one step feels like walking towards the edge of a cliff. In a way it's nightmarish in an unusual sense, and those inside can feel that touch of "madness" that seeps through the cold air.
Beware the strange creatures in the Mirror World. They are grotesque monstrosities, many of them looking as if they were stitched together from different parts. Fortunately they are susceptible to weapons and dreamotion and those inside the Mirror World will find they are able to use different abilities, especially those with reflective properties.




Only upon finding a mirror that leads back to Reverein, but they will also need help from the outside. Someone from within Reverein must also be there to physically reach in and pull them out—while hopefully not accidentally be pulled in themselves.
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If my mirror isn't here, then how else could I get home? Him?
[A nasty twist in Ferran's expression shows his disgust about the idea, as if it weren't obvious already. He's not going to waste any more breath on thatt thing—who he really has to convince is this girl.]
Do you really think you can stop that thing if it decides to hurt somebody? You can't even see it.
[Darkly, the voice on the wind accuses him:]
I bet you'd hypnotize her just to get to me.
[A faint look of shock comes to his eyes before he clenches his jaw and turns to glare at an empty spot on the ground. He can't let this thing get to him.]
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[Then back to Ferran-]
...A-And I can do just fine if there's a problem, thank you very much! [It's tough trying to assure both of them at the same time.]
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The fae's sourceless voice is very quiet, but unmistakeable:]
I have to get home. [It continues, the edges of the sound starting to screech like nails on a chalkboard.] I can't stay like this.
[Ferran's face falls with dread. He knows that feeling, still almost as deeply as the months when he was still in that form—he would have done almost anything to stop being that creature. His arms tense around his bow and arrow, moving sideways towards Gina as he searches for the fairy again. He calls out:]
Then stop running.
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W-we can 'elp you! We can work something out, yeah? [Her eyes scan around for any sign of the elusive fae.] We're in a worpd o' dreams! Anythin' is possible, yeah? No matter 'ow tough it can be to Adam an' Eve out! So c'mon out now, and we'll sort this entire mess out!
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It's not a dream—it's a nightmare. The only help is getting me out of here!
[The present-day Ferran doesn't hesitate any longer; he aims his bow to the sky, shooting a glittering red arrow through the empty air before immediately conjuring a new one to his hand and aiming towards a new spot. In his mind, even if all he ends up doing is provoking the Fae, at least he can draw its attention away from her.]
There's only way out for you! [Sorry, Gina; he's not playing along with the "we" idea, apparently... but the sudden attack does draw the fairy's attention away from his disguise momentarily, and a flash of white and gold marks the flap of a moth wing in the corner of her eye.]
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[She calls out in an attempt to stop the violence, but the arrows are fired. This is all going south so fast...
In the next moment, she catches that flash of color and looks towards him... Not sure what else to do, she fires off a canister of pink gas to try to make it harder for anyone to get hurt.]
Just quit it all already!
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Agh! What are you—
[Gina will then feel a bony hand around her forearm, though its owner remains largely invisible except for where the smoke moves around him. The fairy whispers to her, other voices seeming to echo underneath.]
Come with me. It's not safe!
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Where're we s'posed to go now?
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[Ferran, meanwhile, hears the edge of her whisper, and he can only aim his bow in the vague direction of the silhouette in the smoke. But Gina is there... he can't just start firing indiscriminately.]
I'm telling you, don't trust that thing!
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...I dunno. Why don't you just make yerself scarce while you can? I'll keep tryin' to sort things out wiv 'im. I can't make 'eads of tails of all this the two of you got goin' on! [She can't run away when there's still answers to be uncovered.]
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Before his presence disappears out of the smoke entirely, the fairy leaves her with this:]
Please—be careful.
[A few arrows of red light fly over Gina into the air where the Fae was, but none of them meet their mark. Ferran curses at himself for his hesitation.]
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That moment is disrupted when the arrows fly by her. Now Gina's fuming as she looks back towards the man.]
Enough!! You 'ad yer fun! 'E ain't 'urtin' no one!
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[But just as the wild rage comes to his face, it leaves only a moment after.
Stop. Don't take it out on her, it's not her fault. Don't turn into that, not again. Don't prove it right.
Ferran shakes his head as if to force the outburst away, his jaw clenched, and his grip on his bow loosens.]
Remembering being that thing... I told myself I couldn't go through it again. But it keeps happening...!
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Sorry. It's clear now this ain't fun for you, but I don't think all thos shootin' is 'elpin' matters, an' I'm still tryin' to sort this mess out. I may be a detective, but there's only so much I can guess at. So that Fae, now yer sayin' that it's you? Or that it was you?
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[The way he draws out made is meant, however subconsciously, to echo the drawn out and miserable process of his transformation. Though one of his hands moves away from his bow as his arms return to his sides, his fists both clench.]
There was an itch in my head, telling me I could do whatever I wanted. Steal, trick, terrorize. Hurt anyone who didn't follow my rules. And sometimes I—couldn't block it out. [Quieter:] Sometimes I still can't, when the nightmares here take over.
[He continues, raising his gaze to look at Gina with something between desperation and determination in his face.]
But now I finally have control, and I have to stop it. Before it does something we'll both regret!
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[While she might not have ever been given a power like that before, she can definitely understand the allure of temptation. To put people who wronged her in their place, to take anything she wanted... She's not confident about her chances resisting that power. Gina believes him, which means that the Fae is the one in the wrong here. Although, she still can't completely agree with him. She looks back at him with a concerned frown.]
...We do gotta stop 'im. I do get that now. But if 'e's a part o' yerself... shouldn't there be a way to make peace wiv 'im wivout wipin' 'im out?
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[For as quickly as the words come out, his voice is nearly a whisper. Without the fairy in front of him to focus on as the source of his suffering, he has no choice but to acknowledge it as a weakness. He can tell himself it's for the sake of protecting people all he wants, but the truth is always there hiding underneath. He isn't strong enough to accept everything the Fae represents.]
How can I, when all I wanted at the end of that was to—
[He clenches his jaw shut. Diving into the ocean for that mission, where he knew he'd get infected with that near-fatal plague. Staying to watch the final explosion so close, only surviving through the magic of a greater creature. Sacrificing his last link to his family, because there wasn't much point in a memento for people you'd see again so soon. Returning, willingly, to a world where he was trapped with no way out.
He was so, so miserable.]
... He won't trust me, anyway.
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It doesn't seem like there's an easy solution in general. But him just killing that part of him still doesn't feel right to her. Whether or not he likes it, that's still part of him. She mulls things over with a deep frown.]
...I get it. You don't want nuffin' to do wiv that part of you. To be like that again. But 'e still is a part o' you, even if it's a past part. Our past an' wot we regret, those are things we'll always carry wiv us. [Maybe that's what Gregson would say.]
I still think there's gotta be another way, an' maybe this is it. I... I could be your in-between. If 'e won't talk to you, maybe 'e'll talk to me. I can try to 'elp you to make peace... or we could try figurin' out another good solution from 'avin' a good ol' chin-wag wiv 'em.