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Jun 05, 2009 16:46

Who: Allen Walker (walk_into_light), Garrus Vakarian (turian_honor), and Romana (the2nd_romana)
When: Mid-afternoon.
Where: The library.
Rating: Maybe PG.
Summary: Allen doesn't want to be alone right now - but the company he ends up with might not be so agreeable either...
Warnings: Scary/depressing mirror-stuff, Garrus-reflection's anger issues XD

( The longer this went on, the more he found himself thinking like the child he saw in the mirror. )

garrus vakarian, allen walker

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turian_honor June 5 2009, 21:25:59 UTC

It had stalked the boy. Easy enough to find one white-haired human child. Especially with what it knew. The Other hadn't liked that. But he didn't have a choice. He'd been trapped. And it was free to do as it pleased.

Which entailed finding these people, the ones he cared for. The child, the little family, a few other scattered children, the twin... the dark-haired man... But none of them had announced a location. Not yet anyway.

So it went to the library, following the small form with the barely audible clack of too-long talons on the floor.

walk_into_light June 5 2009, 21:32:57 UTC

It was dark in the library, and starting to get a little spooky, especially seeing those wide, frightened eyes - his own wide, frightened eyes - staring at him whenever he looked up to see a mirror.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all," he murmured to himself, shivering a little. It felt like there were eyes on him, watching him, but he was pretty sure it was just another reflection. "Nobody's here, so..." Maybe I'll just go back to my room...

turian_honor June 5 2009, 21:52:04 UTC

"Am I a nobody?"

Its voice was turian--dual toned, slightly rough--but not the turian those at the asylum had come to know. It was deeper, more ragged. And Garrus' eyes had never glowed that electric blue before.

It was close now, advancing casually, every movement that of a lean, hungry predator.

walk_into_light June 5 2009, 22:03:09 UTC

Startled, Allen spun around to face the direction of the voice. His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed again, and when he spoke his own voice was calm even as his nearby reflection cowered in fear.

"Garrus' reflection. What do you want?" Desperately he wished for his Innocence, that familiar cross glowing green on the back of his left hand and giving him something to at least defend himself with if need be. But his Innocence hadn't glowed since he arrived here and he knew his physical strength alone wouldn't be nearly enough to fight off a turian.

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the2nd_romana June 5 2009, 23:10:22 UTC

Romana hadn't really come here looking for company for company's sake. She just hated the idea of going back to her room with her nightmare hovering and staring at her out of the frame. She'd had enough of that the last month or so. This version was just more of a nuisance than what she'd been dealing with before. A change of scenery wouldn't make it go away, but at this point, she was pretty sure nothing would. It would give her something else to think about... and other things to think about were becoming a novelty in this place ( ... )

turian_honor June 5 2009, 23:19:34 UTC

The boy's reflection was weeping. Pitiable. Pathetic. Disgusting. The talon moved down the boy's cheek a little harder now, gears in the mechanical arm whining. The reflection could almost hear its Real One shouting at it, demanding it stop. It paid those noises no heed.

"You trust him..." it purred. "How quaint. You trust such a traitor... with such a secret... as to what happened to your--"

And a new voice cut the reflection off. It turned, snarling, electric eyes flashing. "Woman," it snapped, voice more feral than Garrus' had ever been. "Leave us."

walk_into_light June 5 2009, 23:24:41 UTC

The new voice startled Allen as well, though it was an interruption he was more than grateful for. "Yes," he said with a slight smile to the woman who had spoken. "That's me. And you are...?" Absently, he raised his gloved left hand to rub at the scar. It was aching more now, stinging from the touch of that talon and the phantom pain of his memories.

the2nd_romana June 5 2009, 23:46:34 UTC

Too bad there wasn't anyone around she wouldn't mind looking into her head...The nice thing about being around the angels and more seasoned fighters like the Haptisms was that they had enough years behind them to not freak out at the sight of what was drifting after her. Herself, in the shredded remains of the old-fashioned robes she'd worn as President, the ridiculously stiff, ridiculously high crescent collar still intact, her traveling clothes (in reality hanging untouched in her wardrobe since she'd come back here) from her renegade days underneath. She was standing, but just barely. This other Romana looked rather terribly knocked about, face bruised and clothes bloody ( ... )

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