[Mirror//Accidental]
[The screen is black, and only sound comes through for a few moments. Loud crashes of thunder can be heard, hailstones and rain splattering down against the windows and walls of the house. Then, the Mirror flicks on to show a bright flash of light, and more thunder sounds out. As the light dims, a figure can be seen on the floor of the room, a short distance away...
Alfons, eyes open and looking frighteningly blank and hollow for a boy that never goes for long without a smile on his face, is lying unsettlingly still on the floor. Another flash of lightning and the room is lit up enough to show blood on the floor, Alfons' clothing, his lips; a trail of it leads from the sheets on the bed to where he lies, just feet from the door. More blood than any person should ever cough up...]
[[OOC: Yes... yes, that is what it looks like. ._.; Alfons is dead. Obviously, he will not reply to any comments made. He'll be back--and suitably freaked out...--in a day or so. Those in the household, you're welcome to come and find his body and freak out even more. Wessen will be outside of Alfons' room, scratching at the door to get in; he knows something's up with his owner. ;~;
And now, back to hiatus I go~]]