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[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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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.

[conjobs]

Hm. You’re alright I guess. [John tilts the mirror a little. It has become clear that it’s a communication device, in which case he should probably remove the enchantment from it and keep it safe.] Where’s the ‘down to fuck’ swipe buttons? [Cue a finger mashing at the bottom of the mirror before he turns it over in his hand. There’s a great shot of the sky, the grass, and the lake, and not much else.]

[talents]

The-- Pardon?

[magic, he can deal with. technology, not so much. so the question goes completely unanswered, and merlin winces a little as the view spins and his stomach twists with it.]

Sire? Are you alright?

[conjobs]

Yeah. Don't know how to work this thing. I'm interested anyway. You near the lake?

[talents]

I am. The well is nearby.

[though whether this man knows what the well is or not, he isn't sure. so he adds--]

It is a small tower of rocks by its edge.

[conjobs]

...I know what a well is. [What a plonker.] Haven't been lingering around that part of the lake. I'll be over in a tick.

[talents]

Alright. I'll stay here then.

[not that he had any plans on leaving anyway. despite how uneasy the lake makes him feel, the well is the one area he actually finds comfort in here.]

[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.

[conjobs]

Wow, hey, relax mate. I was just teasing you. [It's like they skipped the dating part and gone straight to being exes.]

[houmaprotector]

[He sighs.]

I'm sorry. I'm...I'm frustrated. The green will provide me with no new information as to our captors or who this mysterious him is. I'm...

I'm not...used to being disobeyed.

[But he sounds regretful, and embarrassed by that.]

[conjobs]

[Why is there no middle ground with you Alec?] Look, either way we look at it we're fucked, a'right? It's only going to hurt more if you're tense and uptight about it. That's all I'm saying.

[houmaprotector]

...fair point.

[He frowns.] ...I don't relax easily. This green is starting to feel a bit like home though.

You're better?

[conjobs]

[He's not hungover anymore so he's pretty sure this isn't the result of one of those 'I had six tequilas and things just sort of happened' nights, and he's faced with the prospect of dealing with your grumpy arse every morning, so no, Alec. He's not feeling better.] I'm fucking fabulous mate. D'you wanna head out?

[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.

[conjobs]

Rough night?

[aromantically]

That depends. Was it one of the ones that end in 'y'?

[conjobs]

[Wow, like, are you me?] I like you.

[aromantically]

[ he snorts. ] Um, yeah, like everyone always does. Because I'm awesome.

I guess you're okay too.