Break Stuff
Who:Dean Winchester [viva_la_impala] and anyone he runs into
WhereHallways on Floor Five in the midst of HAVOC!!
When:Present
Rating:PG-13 because it's Dean
Summary:Dean is in your hallz, wreakin some havoc
the Story:
Dean shifted uncomfortably, the tiny beam of his MAG light moving slowly over the darker corners of the mansion’s halls. The place had a distinct “Overlook Hotel” vibe going and it was sending the hairs on the back of his neck into stiff attention. He’d been stopping every few feet or so to consult the hand held journal device and learn what little he could about what kind of havoc was ensuing, or had already ensued. While he didn’t mind havoc and loved wreaking it in appropriate situations, he didn’t like walking into the middle of it.
There were mirrors involved, that much was obvious, but the subtle details of how the parallel universes operated or how denizens passed between them were unclear. The last dealing he’d had with any kind of world on the other side of a mirror had been in dealing with Bloody Mary. She’d been able to move from mirror to mirror with complete impunity. When they’d destroyed her point of origin she’d crawled out of the shattered remains in the undead flesh.
In the end she had destroyed herself through her own reflection. He doubted highly that was going to work with the walking talking mirror creatures here. They had no reflections, they were alternate versions of preexisting people, which meant they were solid. Solid he could handle. Given enough bullets he could handle a lot of solid.
”It’s like Bizarro Superman. You hate him cause he’s not Superman, but he can’t help being Bizarro,” he muttered to himself.
And then louder he called, “Here Mirrors, Mirrors, Mirrors.”
WhereHallways on Floor Five in the midst of HAVOC!!
When:Present
Rating:PG-13 because it's Dean
Summary:Dean is in your hallz, wreakin some havoc
the Story:
Dean shifted uncomfortably, the tiny beam of his MAG light moving slowly over the darker corners of the mansion’s halls. The place had a distinct “Overlook Hotel” vibe going and it was sending the hairs on the back of his neck into stiff attention. He’d been stopping every few feet or so to consult the hand held journal device and learn what little he could about what kind of havoc was ensuing, or had already ensued. While he didn’t mind havoc and loved wreaking it in appropriate situations, he didn’t like walking into the middle of it.
There were mirrors involved, that much was obvious, but the subtle details of how the parallel universes operated or how denizens passed between them were unclear. The last dealing he’d had with any kind of world on the other side of a mirror had been in dealing with Bloody Mary. She’d been able to move from mirror to mirror with complete impunity. When they’d destroyed her point of origin she’d crawled out of the shattered remains in the undead flesh.
In the end she had destroyed herself through her own reflection. He doubted highly that was going to work with the walking talking mirror creatures here. They had no reflections, they were alternate versions of preexisting people, which meant they were solid. Solid he could handle. Given enough bullets he could handle a lot of solid.
”It’s like Bizarro Superman. You hate him cause he’s not Superman, but he can’t help being Bizarro,” he muttered to himself.
And then louder he called, “Here Mirrors, Mirrors, Mirrors.”