[Leave it to Mia and Maya not to ignore an X marked room.
It'd probably feel like an unfortunate decision if, for the first few moments, it felt like anything at all. Rather, even the air feels like it's floaty-- Maya may recognise it, as she comes to, as the floaty feeling between being asleep and being awake, just before awareness kicks in, much like a channelling.
And then there's a mirror in front of her. In the mirror is Maya-- but that makes sense, doesn't it? Whoever is in this room is Maya. ]
I am, aren't I?
[The Maya in the mirror looks herself over, smiling.]
No. I can't be Maya. [Says the Mirror-Maya, kind and affectionate.] I love you, but I'm not you, am I? Who could I be?
[But Maya isn't in the mirror anymore. Instead, it's a young Misty Fey- not as pale-haired as Elise Deauxnym, with a soft smile.]
Was it Misty? Master of the Kurain technique. In 2001, I successfully channelled Gregory Edgeworth to aid the Los Angeles criminal court in the implication of Yanni Yogi for his murder.
[The mirror person changes again, but it's still Misty. She's twenty-some years older, pale, and dead with a hole in her chest, hair loose and stringy and stiff, face frozen cold.]
I abandoned my daughters, though my innocence was proven in 2016. I can't be. I can't be... This isn't me.
[Misty raises a hand to her face, starting to shake that cold and frozen head, until she's--
Diego?]
Godot.
[A rougher voice corrects.] What are you even thinking? That man is long dead... That Armando. I'm just a ghost, kitten.
A ghost? [But just as quickly, it's not Godot's reflection anymore.] He doesn't know a thing about ghosts. Not like you and me.
[The figure in the mirror sighs, pulling her long red hair off her shoulder and letting it fall like a curtain.]
Or, well, I guess it's finally just me, now, isn't it? About time. [Dahlia looks straight ahead, finally, bemused look still on her face.] With that one out of the picture, I can finally have my revenge.
[Just like that, the mirror really is just a mirror, and Maya will find herself able to clearly identify that she's in front of a mirror-- with someone quite obviously behind her.
It's Mia, smiling a smile unlike she ever has, head tilted just slightly, demure.]
wildcard | IDENTITY HORRORSCAPE ft. Dahlia
It'd probably feel like an unfortunate decision if, for the first few moments, it felt like anything at all. Rather, even the air feels like it's floaty-- Maya may recognise it, as she comes to, as the floaty feeling between being asleep and being awake, just before awareness kicks in, much like a channelling.
And then there's a mirror in front of her. In the mirror is Maya-- but that makes sense, doesn't it? Whoever is in this room is Maya. ]
I am, aren't I?
[The Maya in the mirror looks herself over, smiling.]
No. I can't be Maya. [Says the Mirror-Maya, kind and affectionate.] I love you, but I'm not you, am I? Who could I be?
[But Maya isn't in the mirror anymore. Instead, it's a young Misty Fey- not as pale-haired as Elise Deauxnym, with a soft smile.]
Was it Misty? Master of the Kurain technique. In 2001, I successfully channelled Gregory Edgeworth to aid the Los Angeles criminal court in the implication of Yanni Yogi for his murder.
[The mirror person changes again, but it's still Misty. She's twenty-some years older, pale, and dead with a hole in her chest, hair loose and stringy and stiff, face frozen cold.]
I abandoned my daughters, though my innocence was proven in 2016. I can't be. I can't be... This isn't me.
[Misty raises a hand to her face, starting to shake that cold and frozen head, until she's--
Diego?]
Godot.
[A rougher voice corrects.] What are you even thinking? That man is long dead... That Armando. I'm just a ghost, kitten.
A ghost? [But just as quickly, it's not Godot's reflection anymore.] He doesn't know a thing about ghosts. Not like you and me.
[The figure in the mirror sighs, pulling her long red hair off her shoulder and letting it fall like a curtain.]
Or, well, I guess it's finally just me, now, isn't it? About time. [Dahlia looks straight ahead, finally, bemused look still on her face.] With that one out of the picture, I can finally have my revenge.
[Just like that, the mirror really is just a mirror, and Maya will find herself able to clearly identify that she's in front of a mirror-- with someone quite obviously behind her.
It's Mia, smiling a smile unlike she ever has, head tilted just slightly, demure.]
Let's start.... by getting rid of you.