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Up Against The Echo In The Mirror
Who; Anyone!
What; Mirrorverse swap Logs
Where; Around Aterat ( will be replied to with accountsignalinterference) and the Mirrorverse (will be replied to with Mono’s regular account monochromatically )
When; Early October for a full week
Warnings; A very tall man for the Aterat side, probably warnings for stalking if he decides your character is a problem and violence if a fight breaks out. Might be some fighting on the Mirrorverse side as well if Mono and whoever he meets run into something bad.
NOTE; For info please see his journal at this link HERE.
Mono in the Mirror World Log - OTA
Mono hadn’t meant to slip through the mirror. In fact, he made it a habit to avoid mirrors in general for his own awkward feelings towards his reflection, even before the weird portal mirrors had appeared in Aterat. When the portal mirrors had appeared and Mono had randomly caught sight of his reflection once or twice, an anxious feeling always welled up inside him. He still saw himself, everyone did, it was just that Mono’s other self did not look like Mono as he did now... Instead it was the too tall, imposing, looming figure he had feared for a long time... Still did, if only in a slightly different way.
So Mono had avoided crossing in front of the mirror portals or getting close to them as much as possible. It was fairly easy. It wasn’t like the televisions in his world. Those beckoned to him and demanded his attention in order to open the door and let that version of himself free.
It worked out well enough until suddenly it didn’t. His powers had been acting up a little more in the last month for reasons he didn’t know or understand... without even trying to do anything with his ability, reaching for a mug of cocoa had caused it to fly off the end table and across the floor. With a yelp, the boy had hurried to clean up… only to trip and tumble through the mirror.
Leaving Mono's ever present moth friend to flutter about frantically, trying to figure out where her dear little friend had gone...
... Now he was stuck wandering a gloomy, unfamiliar city. If Mono were honest, the energy of the place and way things looked reminded him a little too much of his world in the worst ways. It hadn’t taken long for the boy to fall back on old instincts. Moving cautiously, keeping close to cover and making as little noise as possible when he explored to try to find a way out.
Mono was hesitant to approach anyone, choosing to sneak about from building to building above. Using various (sometimes risky) methods to move across larger gaps. Sometimes… Sometimes there’s a wistful feeling that distracts him, thinking of times when he had someone there to help make things a little easier. He tries to dash those thoughts immediately though, because it’s hard to not think about how poorly that ended for him last time… No, it was better to work alone in these kinds of places.
Doesn’t stop the boy from being curious, though, as he spots a familiar figure that he didn’t expect to see here. He isn’t innocent or naïve enough to approach immediately, though. He needs to make sure they are who they look like. Not whatever strange version exists in this world… And if it is an alternate version of someone, he at least needs to know they aren’t dangerous.
(ooc: Mono will probably be the first to approach your character, so feel free to write your character exploring the mirror verse in whatever way you like. If you want something different, I’m game for that! If you want your character to notice him first, that’s cool too, but his reactions will vary if addressed or approached directly. This goes for Aterat people he knows or the mirror versions of them! :D)
Thin Man Wandering Aterat - Option A - OTA
It’s too… something. Colourful? Noisy? … Alive? He hadn’t cared for the other place he was on the other side of the mirror. Nothing for him to do, no way to reach viewers in the usual manner, but he’d still carved out a little portion of the city to loom about in without bothering much with the others that had arrived there given teamwork was a joke that he'd been the punchline of so long ago... He respected the other powerful arrivals boundaries and (mostly) didn't bother with anyone more than strictly necessary. In that way, it wasn’t entirely unlike his world, where the monsters each ruled over their particular location. The Pale City was his, The Maw was The Lady’s (though from what he could spy from the few televisions there… that may have changed) and so on and so forth.
Still… Clearly no one on the other side of the mirror or in this more lively world had ever been touched by that which everyone, even he himself, was meant to be led by. Hard to tell if it was disappointment or jealousy that he felt as he considered that, but he decided on disgust in the end.
Oh, there was one or two things he did find he favourable about all this, though. The Tell-Phone for one. A fascinating device, so different from the useless hunks of plastic that sat around in his world. These were small, portable… And capable of broadcasting video across some kind of network by anyone who happened to have one. Everyone was easy to reach out to. Accessible anytime, anywhere! How much easier, how much faster, would spreading the signal be for him and the Eye if they had something like this to work with instead of just the television?
For another... he was getting a rather interesting chance to stretch his legs for a lot longer than the usual cycles allowed at this point, and you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. If the eye ever did extend its reach to this place, well, he was here and he would answer to it again if needed… And it always needed him.
But for now...? For now, he was going to wander around. To see this other city that his smaller (naïve, stubborn, annoying…) self had been running around in for however long he’d been here.
Thin Man Wandering Aterat - Option B - OTA
So you made the mistake of going out too late at night, ignored the prickling sense of dread that crept up on you and now you’re being stalked through the streets of Aterat by a very imposing person… Are they a person? Perhaps an ‘entity’ was the better word for it. He certainly doesn’t move like a normal human. More like something out of a scary story, all tall and menacing and definitely threatening. It looked to be dressed like a detective from those old black and white films, but his skin was pale and his eyes sunken… Is he alive or is he the living dead? Whose to say? All you know is that you should probably focus on getting away rather than trying to strike up a conversation.
Unfortunately, every time you think you’ve lost him, there he is again. Sometimes he’s humming a low, ominous tune. His voice is raspy and harsh from a lack of use, and his gaze conveys a level of disgust with either the sight of you or the fact that you’re insisting on this pointless game of cat and mouse that you clearly can’t win.
What do you do? Do you try to escape into a building and hope he’s too tall to fit inside? Keep hoping that you lose him? Or do you stand your ground and see what happens? Up to you, hopefully at least one of these options is the right one.
(ooc: On the flip side, you could also go with your character intervening to be a big ol hero if the other way doesn't work for you)
What; Mirrorverse swap Logs
Where; Around Aterat ( will be replied to with account
signalinterference) and the Mirrorverse (will be replied to with Mono’s regular account monochromatically )When; Early October for a full week
Warnings; A very tall man for the Aterat side, probably warnings for stalking if he decides your character is a problem and violence if a fight breaks out. Might be some fighting on the Mirrorverse side as well if Mono and whoever he meets run into something bad.
NOTE; For info please see his journal at this link HERE.
Mono in the Mirror World Log - OTA
Mono hadn’t meant to slip through the mirror. In fact, he made it a habit to avoid mirrors in general for his own awkward feelings towards his reflection, even before the weird portal mirrors had appeared in Aterat. When the portal mirrors had appeared and Mono had randomly caught sight of his reflection once or twice, an anxious feeling always welled up inside him. He still saw himself, everyone did, it was just that Mono’s other self did not look like Mono as he did now... Instead it was the too tall, imposing, looming figure he had feared for a long time... Still did, if only in a slightly different way.
So Mono had avoided crossing in front of the mirror portals or getting close to them as much as possible. It was fairly easy. It wasn’t like the televisions in his world. Those beckoned to him and demanded his attention in order to open the door and let that version of himself free.
It worked out well enough until suddenly it didn’t. His powers had been acting up a little more in the last month for reasons he didn’t know or understand... without even trying to do anything with his ability, reaching for a mug of cocoa had caused it to fly off the end table and across the floor. With a yelp, the boy had hurried to clean up… only to trip and tumble through the mirror.
Leaving Mono's ever present moth friend to flutter about frantically, trying to figure out where her dear little friend had gone...
... Now he was stuck wandering a gloomy, unfamiliar city. If Mono were honest, the energy of the place and way things looked reminded him a little too much of his world in the worst ways. It hadn’t taken long for the boy to fall back on old instincts. Moving cautiously, keeping close to cover and making as little noise as possible when he explored to try to find a way out.
Mono was hesitant to approach anyone, choosing to sneak about from building to building above. Using various (sometimes risky) methods to move across larger gaps. Sometimes… Sometimes there’s a wistful feeling that distracts him, thinking of times when he had someone there to help make things a little easier. He tries to dash those thoughts immediately though, because it’s hard to not think about how poorly that ended for him last time… No, it was better to work alone in these kinds of places.
Doesn’t stop the boy from being curious, though, as he spots a familiar figure that he didn’t expect to see here. He isn’t innocent or naïve enough to approach immediately, though. He needs to make sure they are who they look like. Not whatever strange version exists in this world… And if it is an alternate version of someone, he at least needs to know they aren’t dangerous.
(ooc: Mono will probably be the first to approach your character, so feel free to write your character exploring the mirror verse in whatever way you like. If you want something different, I’m game for that! If you want your character to notice him first, that’s cool too, but his reactions will vary if addressed or approached directly. This goes for Aterat people he knows or the mirror versions of them! :D)
Thin Man Wandering Aterat - Option A - OTA
It’s too… something. Colourful? Noisy? … Alive? He hadn’t cared for the other place he was on the other side of the mirror. Nothing for him to do, no way to reach viewers in the usual manner, but he’d still carved out a little portion of the city to loom about in without bothering much with the others that had arrived there given teamwork was a joke that he'd been the punchline of so long ago... He respected the other powerful arrivals boundaries and (mostly) didn't bother with anyone more than strictly necessary. In that way, it wasn’t entirely unlike his world, where the monsters each ruled over their particular location. The Pale City was his, The Maw was The Lady’s (though from what he could spy from the few televisions there… that may have changed) and so on and so forth.
Still… Clearly no one on the other side of the mirror or in this more lively world had ever been touched by that which everyone, even he himself, was meant to be led by. Hard to tell if it was disappointment or jealousy that he felt as he considered that, but he decided on disgust in the end.
Oh, there was one or two things he did find he favourable about all this, though. The Tell-Phone for one. A fascinating device, so different from the useless hunks of plastic that sat around in his world. These were small, portable… And capable of broadcasting video across some kind of network by anyone who happened to have one. Everyone was easy to reach out to. Accessible anytime, anywhere! How much easier, how much faster, would spreading the signal be for him and the Eye if they had something like this to work with instead of just the television?
For another... he was getting a rather interesting chance to stretch his legs for a lot longer than the usual cycles allowed at this point, and you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. If the eye ever did extend its reach to this place, well, he was here and he would answer to it again if needed… And it always needed him.
But for now...? For now, he was going to wander around. To see this other city that his smaller (naïve, stubborn, annoying…) self had been running around in for however long he’d been here.
Thin Man Wandering Aterat - Option B - OTA
So you made the mistake of going out too late at night, ignored the prickling sense of dread that crept up on you and now you’re being stalked through the streets of Aterat by a very imposing person… Are they a person? Perhaps an ‘entity’ was the better word for it. He certainly doesn’t move like a normal human. More like something out of a scary story, all tall and menacing and definitely threatening. It looked to be dressed like a detective from those old black and white films, but his skin was pale and his eyes sunken… Is he alive or is he the living dead? Whose to say? All you know is that you should probably focus on getting away rather than trying to strike up a conversation.
Unfortunately, every time you think you’ve lost him, there he is again. Sometimes he’s humming a low, ominous tune. His voice is raspy and harsh from a lack of use, and his gaze conveys a level of disgust with either the sight of you or the fact that you’re insisting on this pointless game of cat and mouse that you clearly can’t win.
What do you do? Do you try to escape into a building and hope he’s too tall to fit inside? Keep hoping that you lose him? Or do you stand your ground and see what happens? Up to you, hopefully at least one of these options is the right one.
(ooc: On the flip side, you could also go with your character intervening to be a big ol hero if the other way doesn't work for you)
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So he was going with no, unless she gave him a reason to try.
The real question to him was, is this Illyana as honest as the one he knows? “But people don’t always seem to have reasons to do that… At least not reasons they tell you.” He still doesn’t know why Six dropped him… He knew he made a mistake, but he still tried to save her; he did get her out… But she still dropped him. So who was to say what reason this version of Illyana might have to do anything?
The boy felt a little better, at least, to be a little farther away from her after skipping back, regardless of if she meant him ill or not. The static seemed to get better or worse depending on his emotions, though, and when he was actively using his ability. Once the skip was done, and he was a little more… secure with the newfound gap between them, it seemed to lessen, at least somewhat. So the boy regarded her warily as she asked him about how he did what he had with another vague, tiny shrug. “It’s just something I can do. I’m not glitchy.”
Except he kind of was, if the accident that brought him here was anything to go by.
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"Oh," her eyebrows arched up curiously. "No, you're right, they don't always have reasons. It sounds like you've experienced that before." There was a hint of a question in her tone though she didn't outright ask. She did want to know now what precisely had happen to him to give him that insight into how reality worked.
"Glitchy seems to be what you are. Unless you're saying I'm seeing wrong? Is that what you're suggesting? That I'm just seeing things...?"
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The boy squinted, static fizzling more strongly as uncertainty flared up in him concerning how to respond to that. Would she call out a lie or would she just accept it and move on…? Would she take offense to being told she was seeing things when she wasn’t?
And could she catch him if he decided to flee?
The boy decides, at the very least, on a half truth. “It’s how it looks when I use my ability, that’s all. I get all blurry when I skip, then it’s done.” That does not address the fact that he has been doing so without meaning to, or the other aspects of his abilities acting out without him trying… But he’s still not sure he’s willing to say that much in a place like this. It could prove dangerous.
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"Are you trying to...skip now? Or are your powers not working how they should?" Of course she was going to ask more questions, ignoring any idea that he might be uncomfortable or not want to deal with that. She did notice he seemed hesitant to talk about it, as though he didn't want to at all. Which actually only made her want to push the subject all the more. "You're not a mutant, are you? No, no, you're something else."
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Was he trying to skip now? No… But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t, considering he hadn’t meant to skip back just now. “I dunno, I might. Got a lot of exploring to do.” He responded, bypassing the question of if his powers were working on how they should or not entirely. Lies of omission were still lies, Mono. The other question gets a small pause, the static in his eyes lessening again with an heir of curiosity. “Mutants are people from another place than me.” But he couldn’t deny sometimes he found it easier to understand and relate to the friends he made at Aterat who were, compared to other people. “I’m not from there, so I don’t think so… What do you think I am?” Because she assumed ‘no, you’re something else’ had him curious.
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"Do you? Oh, well, I wouldn't want to keep you from that exploring. It sounds like you might even be able to take care of yourself against the creatures here." Was there a bit more of an ominous edge to that than there needed to be? Maybe. "So they are. People come from all sorts of worlds here don't they? Or there." Meaning the other side of the mirror of course. "Not a regular human. They don't have powers. Unless a spider bites them or something dumb like that."
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And really, he knows who he is. Even if he’s not him right now. “Besides, if that’s true… That also means that I’m bad too, you know?” He ended with a deepening frown and a bit of a flicker of static flaring in his eyes again. Whether her attempt was successful or not would remain to be seen, but it seemed like the boy seemed to have some understanding, regardless.
Truthfully… It was hard to say what would happen if someone did betray his trust again one day, but it probably would be a messy situation.
“I know how to deal with creatures and stuff.” At least he knew how to get away from things that he couldn’t bludgeon soundly. The boy honestly sounded fairly confident about that compared to everything else. “Yeah, there’s a lot more kinds of places than I thought.” He admitted, though, because it was something he found interesting in a way. To know there were more places full of life and people protecting other people compared to his own. “I don’t think spiders do that where I’m from, and I guess I kinda figured I’m not a regular human. I just dunno what I am, exactly.”
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She tilted her head from one side to the other than shrugged again. "We all are. Bad I mean. But I'm guessing you're the type that really doesn't want to be bad. Boring. I bet you could have more fun if you tried to be bad now and then. Especially with your interesting little abilities there." Which she was still terribly curious about. What was it he could do precisely?
Truthfully… It was hard to say what would happen if someone did betray his trust again one day, but it probably would be a messy situation.
"You're lucky. Spider-themed heroes are annoying." She can't help but think that most heroes are annoying, but she leaves that little bit out. "In my world we know about the multiverse and all the different versions of our world and other worlds. But that's not the norm. I've been to more than a few, but usually I can leave freely." Which is why this entire situation was just so frustrating. "Guess you'll just have to be a mystery then, if you don't even know."
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Mono’s expression scrunched slightly at the idea that being bad was more fun. If he delved deep enough into the cluttered mess of memories that was tangled in his mind. Reached through the clutter of innumerable cycles, he could at least pull at something from when he was his older self. He didn’t like it, not at all, and it wasn’t nearly hard enough given he’d already been in the tower before arriving back in Aterat for… maybe a few weeks? Few months? Time was weird where he was from. “You’re right, I don’t wanna be bad. Even if I don’t get a say… But being bad whenever I am seems more like you’re angry inside and lonely and like nothing matters so you might as well help make everyone the same… So I don’t think it’s more fun.”
It’s just scary to know you could get there, scary to know you have that kind of power.
“Why do they leave webs everywhere and got a lot of creepy legs?” Mono didn’t mind spiders, but he noticed a lot of people seemed to dislike things like that. Even his moth scared one or two people, but they just avoided them. Her comment gets a small tilt of his head, and an absent musing. “I think it’s cause someone on the other side’s gotta touch the mirror first. I’m only here ‘cause I fell through a mirror, and other people got to do the same before, but the versions of them ended up on the other side.” That was how it worked as far as he could tell, after the mirrors first started appearing and a bunch of people experienced it. He had been so careful to avoid them!! … Till now, he guessed.
“Guess so. Some people like to try to figure it out, but none of what they say ever feels right. So I guess a mystery makes sense.” It would probably help if Mono sat down and just… talked about it and where he was from without trying to hide details or keep things to himself for the sake of not upsetting adults more than he already did sometimes. That and being a little more knowledgeable about how his abilities worked himself.