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[fablemods]

[it's midnight. the moon is full, swamping the land in pale blue moonlight. there's the occasional hoot of owls. the chirping of crickets. nighttime has fully set in, and the land has given way to all things nocturnal. sleep comes easily, the coolness of the night enough to help ease people towards the land of nod.

it's peace. or as close to it as is possible, now that the creature has ventured closer.

the silence of the night is interrupted by a piercing scream. a sound that feels as though it echoes across the island. finding the source is easy, however. at least to those who keep their pack close.

it's a white light. one that grows brighter by the second, originating from the leather pouch that was gifted to each person on arrival. once the shard inside is removed, a shadow passes across its surface, and all that can be heard is--]

He's here.

[a rushed whisper. female. young. it's all that's said before the light cuts out, and silence prevails all over again.]


[note: characters will now be able to use the mirror shards to communicate. all they need to do is speak into the surface of the mirror. the reflections become an image of whoever it is who is speaking at the time. feel free to use this post to have characters experiment with the shard and communicate amongst themselves.]

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[fablemods]

If you have any questions about the mirrorshards, feel free to ask them here.

John Constantine | OTA

[conjobs]

Oh bollocks. My mirror's possessed by a banshee. Fuck off you hag.

[talents]

It isn't just yours.

[that's possessed. or...being used by whoever that was. speaking of--]

What's a banshee?

[conjobs]

[What the fuck the mirror is talking at him. At first there's an odd close-up of John's face before he holds it at a distance, looking more like an old man who needs reading glasses than one of those millennials experienced with making duck faces at the front-facing camera of their smartphones.]

Who the hell are you?

[talents]

[okay. right. not everybody is familiar with magic. and even less with communicating through reflections.]

My name is Merlin. I was brought here alongside everybody else.

[houmaprotector]

The green's gone quiet. Again.

Whoever this being is, they are extremely powerful.

[conjobs]

You ever try talking to other people for once?

[houmaprotector]

Pardon me for alerting you to what should be essential information.

[aromantically]

How do you know it's a banshee? She didn't even shriek. Don't they shriek? Or is that harpies?

[conjobs]

It sounded like a shriek. Didn't you hear the huge fuckoff shriek before your mirror lit up?

[aromantically]

Wait, that really happened? Cool. I thought it was in my head.

Swamp Thing | DC Comics

[houmaprotector]

[Alec has to stop himself from crushing the mirror. Howling. The green is dead and silent, quiet. He bares his teeth and glares into the piece of glass.]

he presumes too much.

[aromantically]

Who? Wait, do you know that guy the spooky voice was talking about?

[houmaprotector]

Star Lord.

[He nods]

I don't. I've gotten know sense of "him". I was threatening him.

[aromantically]

Yeah, that's me. Wow you really called me— by my name. Duh, of course, because it's my real one.

[ oh wait this sounds relevant. ]

You can threaten that monster thing? Sweet deal, dude. How?

[talents]

I'm more concerned about who she is. She may be in danger.

[because she's obviously scared of "him".]

[houmaprotector]

Yes of course.

[Focus. Alec. Focus.]

...The green has no idea of her location. Which...[He grimaces] forget it. Any suggestions?

[amongfriends]

The girl is our concern. We'll deal with 'he' soon enough.

[houmaprotector]

Meet me by the lake. I suspect she might be nearby.

[Or perhaps not. Perhaps the green is lying. He grimaces.]

Actually, put out a call to everyone. We should work together on this.

[amongfriends]

I'll be there shortly. [Gamora states quickly before killing the connection. She'll be there with her hand resting on her sword the whole way. Don't fuck with girls around Gamora, okay? She takes it very personally.]

peter (the lame one) quill ☆ starmunch

[aromantically]

Yeah, so... like, you're gonna have to be way more specific. Hello? Is this thing on?

...I'm talking to a piece of a mirror that cut me. This is a new low, Starlord.

gamora | mcu

[amongfriends]

[A young female voice following a scream? It brings back a host of terrible memories that put Gamora on edge. She manages to keep her voice even as she addresses the mirror.] Who is here? How can we help you?

[aromantically]

I think that was it, Gam. Spooky, huh?

[amongfriends]

Infuriating. [She corrects him. There's a scared girl involved. Gamora is absolutely preparing to overreact in the most violent way she can think of.] I want his head.

[aromantically]

You want everyone's head. Should I worry that's like, a thing with you?

[ he shakes his head. ]

We'll get it, come on. We're the Guardians of... whatever craphole this is.