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The women's locker room was empty for the most part, with the exception of Dallas Cruz. While all the other ladies had cleared out to perform their duties, the mystic remained alone to her pre-match tradition. Plus, most knew what she did and not many were too comfortable with being around with witness the creepy s**t that followed Dallas.

The room itself looked like your average locker room. Shelves up on the wall where the talent and staff could hang their clothing and other bags they might have, long full body mirrors were one could scope themselves out, and off to the side, were the bathrooms and showers. Nothing out of the ordinary.

With the exception of Dallas.

She was sitting on her knees down on the floor in front of the cubby-hole like shelving that lined the walls, keeping to her claimed area. A black cloth was spread across the surface with various strange knick-knacks placed onto it; a few crystals, stray tarot cards placed strategically at the four corners of the square cloth, and in the center, was a small bowl of water.

A sweet smell wafted through the locker room as two sticks of incense jabbed into their holder burned before Dallas. Soft streams of smoke floated towards her, caressing her face before flowing past her. Her hazel eyes were locked onto the bowl of water, staring intently. The liquid itself was unnatural, tinted by the Voodoo Queen herself into a dark obsidian shade. Both hands of hers were placed on the surface by the bowl, turned upwards. In her palms were two purple amethysts stones, which were said to contain qualities that helped one reach higher states of consciousness.

Dallas was scrying, a method of divination. As she stared into the bowl of dark, murky water, she meditated and would try to make sense of the visions that appeared on the surface. This involved a strong level of focus, something that she always did when alone and away from others to prevent any unwanted distractions.

It would be an awful shame if something were to break Dallas from her current state of enlightenment.

[ planned, no posting unless permission given ]

The more Dallas continued to stare into the bowl of dark water, the more vivid her visions became. Oddly enough, she kept getting glimpses of the number three. Whether it be the actual number or a three versions of the same object, it was obvious that this was the common theme. But what did it mean? Suddenly, the images in Dallas' head rippled just as the water in the bowl did. Something had broken her concentration and the connection to the deepest depths of her subconscious was being broken.

Soon, the images faded and all Dallas could see how was the bowl. However, that was the least of her worries.

There was someone in the locker room with her! This she could tell due to the ruckus that was coming from the shelves as if someone had bumped into them or tossed something of great weight into them. Someone that most likely shouldn't have been trespassing to begin with!

"W-What the hell!? Who's in here?!" She scrambled from her kneeling position to her feet, obviously a little peeved someone had broken her concentration and interrupted her meditation. She whipped around to scolded the unlucky lady that had snuck in, but who she saw was no lady at all.

"...Cartwright?" she peered at him, squinting as if her eyes were playing tricks on her. "What are you doing here? In the WOMEN's locker room!? You some kind of perv or something?" Her arms came up to cover at herself, before remembering that she was already fully dressed and there really wasn't a need to. Instead, she tried to play it off, going to cross her arms over her chest like a scolding mother.

Not a pervert? Ha! That's exactly what someone who was a pervert would say. That's how they get ya, luring you in with that charming accent and-

"Oh..." came Dallas response, not at all expecting that answer. Her surprise was quite apparently, judging by the look she was giving him. "Oh!" Her attitude quickly took a turn, shifting into her usual laid back and friendly disposition. "Why didn't you say so!" Well, he probably could have if she didn't jump down his throat the minute she saw him, to be fair. "So you found my online ad, huh? Everything 100% effective or your money back, guaranteed. Refer a friend, and you both get 25% off your next service. However, since you're a first time client, I'll give you your first session for free, how does that sound?" What a snazzy sounding business lady! Dallas was pretty much the Billy Mays of magick.

"So what can I help you with? Need your fortune told?" With a wave of her hand, five tarot cards appeared within her fingers like an illusionist performing a magic trick. With another flick of her hand, the cards disappeared back to wherever she had hidden them before and now on her fingers were a several rings that had not been on her hand before! "Good luck charms?" She rubbed her hands together, the rings disappearing before Cartwright's eyes! "An exorcism, maybe?" From within her shirt, she pulled out a small baggy with a label that appeared to read '100% Pure Demon Banishing Powder'. How quaint! It seemed Dallas was very well prepared for a potential customer!

"No favor is too big for me. You've come to the right voodoo queen, Carty."

The look on Dallas' face was one of pure bewilderment as she processed what Cartwright had asked of her. She opened her mouth to speak, but found herself unable to make a sound. With her arms still crossed, Dallas brought one up with her finger extended upwards as if she finally had something to say....before shutting her mouth again, covering her lips with her hand to fully process what was happened.

Summoning unworldly creatures? Sure. Communicating with the dead? Not a problem. But making copies of someone else? From nothing? Just...poof? Now that was something that never had occurred to Dallas, or something anyone had ever asked of her.

"So...let me get this perfectly clear," she said finally, taking her hand form her mouth to gesture to him. Despite her disbelief, it was quite apparent that she wasn't against this idea. It rather intrigued her. "You want me to make...two clones of you. So you can start a Trios team? With yourself?" She let out a bit of a laugh, as she put two and two together, realizing that the visions she was having earlier were finally making sense. Is this what those on the other side were trying to tell her?

"Now, I've had a lot of odd favors asked of me before, but that, my friend, really takes the cake."

Dallas ran a hand through her long hair as the thought things over. This was something she had never tried before, would it even be possible? Perhaps....most definitely. She did say no favor was too big for her.

"I've never been one to turn down a challenge. You got yourself a deal," With that being said, she stuck her hand out for him to shake. If he were to take her hand, she would pull him a bit closer just so she can give him a bit of a disclaimer, "Remember...whatever happens, this is on your hands, not mine." She ended this with a wink and smile, almost as if she was teasing, being her playful self. But that slight glimmer in her eye said otherwise.

Pulling away, Dallas rubbed her hands together, eager to get this new little experiment started. "How exciting! Never done this before!" She quickly turned to reassure Cartwright, in case he was having second thoughts, "But how hard can it be, right? I got my 'friends on the other side' to help."

She thought through all the different methods she could go about making this happen. Voodoo dolls were the first thing to come to mind. Make two, perform a ritual, some blood magic here and there maybe...?

No, that would take far too long...plus, she didn't exactly bring the materials needed as this was definitely a happy little unexpected surprise. She needed something quick, fast and with immediate results. As she thought, she looked around the locker room, catching her movement on one of the long mirrors off to the side of them.

Bingo.

A smile spread on Dallas' face as the imaginary light bulb went on right above her head. Oh wait, that was just the flickering lights of the locker room. Someone should really get fixed.

But an idea did come to Dallas! And it was a damn good one, if she did say so herself.

"I got it. This is gonna blow your socks off, I promise." Dallas seemed very giddy over this. This was definitely going to go in her magick spellbook journal. "Okay, so...we're talking clones here. And clones...are tricky. There are so many ways that can go one. They start getting minds of their own, start trying to steal your identity and pass off as you and try to take everything you hold precious and dear for themselves." Oddly specific, but okay.

"Now, what I have in mind is...a little different. These aren't exactly clones, more like...different versions of you. They're still you, every fiber of their being is still Cartwright. They are who you were and who you used to be. Are you following me?" She clapped a hand on his shoulder, sounding a bit like an evil scientist in way, "I can't clone you. But I can bring back versions of yourself from your past. We go into your memories, and bring forth that version of you, here in the flesh, in the present. It's perfectly safe and no weird 'butterfly effect' will happen since we're not exactly screwing with time itself, simply memories." Was she serious? She really put some thought into this. It almost seemed a little far fetched. Could Dallas really pull this off?

"So? What do you say?"

It wasn't everyday that Dallas met someone as willing as Cartwright. It was hard to hide that grin of hers as he pretty much gave her the okay to do whatever she needed to do to make his wish and dream come to. And she would definitely not disappoint. She clapped her hands a little in excitement, "Wonderful! I have just the thing, too. Quick and easy, just like my brother." Of course Dallas couldn't resist taking a playful jab at Marshall Lee. "Come, come, come. This way."

Dallas would lead Cartwright by the shoulders, over to where the wall of mirrors was situated, having him stand before them. She stepped forward to the mirror herself, a soft but still audible mutter was heard coming from her as she pressed her middle and index fingers against the mirror while keeping one hand on Cartwright's shoulder. Surprisingly enough, as she did this, the edges of the mirror began to glow a faint blue color and the reflections of herself and Cartwright rippled like water for a brief moment! With keeping one hand on Cart and the other on the mirror, Dallas had created a connection, a link between him and some astral plane.

She turned back to Cartwright, that grin still on her face, "Ready?" It was obvious she was, as was the mirror. Dallas took a few steps away, moving back to stand by Cartwright to give him further instructions.

"Ever hear the saying that mirrors were portals to alternate universes? Well, we're going to use that to out advantage. This is going to serve as our portal, were your...uh...selves will hopefully be coming out from. What I'm going to need you to do, is to think." Dallas tapped at her head with her fingers for emphasis, "Remember of something from your past. Remember your debut match, your entrance. Remember all the things your past self has accomplished. Just think and remember. That's all you have to do. Look into the mirror and focus." As she said this, she pointed forward as the mirror began to darken and cloud up, ready to project Cartwright's memories for them to watch back, like home movie in a way.

Dallas watched as Cart's memory was played out before her, like a projector to a movie screen. She watched as the younger version of Cartwright did his thing, sporting some very colorful clothing. Even then, Cart was always full of life! She moved away from his side, stepping closer to the mirror to further observe the situation. "That's you, all right! Look at you! Nice boa, adds a nice touch to the yellow boots!"

She chuckled as she tilted her head to peer at the younger Cartwright. Now came his question, and a very good question at that. What happens now? The voodoo queen decided to let her actions speak for her.

Reaching out with her hand, the closer her fingers drew to the reflective surface, the more the mirror began to ripple. Dallas held steady, waiting for the perfect moment until...

She quickly darted her hand forward, sinking into the mirror as if she was dipping her hand into water! Her arm could be seen reaching and grabbing at the younger Cartwright's forearm, holding firmly and steady. The second she grabbed hold of him, Dallas yanked back with all of her strength, pulling this copy of Cartwright straight out from the mirror with her!

There he stood, breathing and in the flesh, right before Cartwright.

Dallas released him, looking over to the present Cartwright, giving him a bit of a 'how do you like that?' grin. "One down, one more to go. Gonna need you to think of another memory, I go in there to scoop him out like I did with this one," she gave the younger Cartwright a slight pat on arm. She couldn't begin to wonder what this version was thinking or feeling. "And voila! You got yourself a trio."

Dallas glanced from Cartwright to...well, Cartwright as they had a little exchange in words. Even she had a bit of a hard time believing this was actually happening! However, the more she heard the two of them converse, the more she began to contemplate whether a third Cartwright was a smart move. One Cartwright was enough...

But a little too late to turn back now! Besides, she was not one to disappoint a client! When the original Cartwright began to focus on his last and final memory, she gazed into the mirror as King Kartwright appeared within the reflective surface, in all of his elegant and regal glory. "Here goes, last one!" Though, the second Cartwright's constant insistence for answers was beginning to make her head hurt a little. If only he could hush up for just a second!

Dallas followed the same procedure as the first time, steadying her hand right by the mirror as she waited for the perfect opportunity before quickly sinking her arm back in to grab at the third Cartwright.

Pulling him by the forearm of the hand that held the septer, Dallas gave him a firm but forceful yank to pull him out of his throne and into her's and the current Cartwright's reality!

Now there stood the two copies of Cartwrights, just like he had asked for. Now how would this King Kartwright react to this sudden new surroundings?

Wow, this King Kartwright was quite the arrogant King! How dare he insult her locker room? Well...it wasn't exactly her's...but she was occupying it at the moment! She did what she could to make her area nice and tidy! Dallas crossed her arms over her chest, a look of annoyance on her face. Hmph!

She turned to the current Cartwright. "I really hope you can get this to work...because if this goes south, I have no idea how to send them back," Dallas rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, rather embarrassed to admit she didn't exactly know the entirely of this. Well, she's never had to pull someone out of the mirror before! "But how hard can it be! I'll read up on it, I swear."

However, this little moment of triumph was quickly cut short when Curry Cartwright tried making his way out of the locker room! "Whoa, whoa, whoa...I think...I think everyone should stay together until-"

King Kartwright seemed he wasn't one to be told what to do and away he went!

Stunned, Dallas turned to the current Cartwright, a look of worry on her face, "I think this is where I hand it over to you. Summoning copies through mirrors is my thing...catching Cartwrights is more your forte."