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 Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:16 pm
You end up married to Achilles.
*watches the blood drain from Hartley's face*
I'm just kidding, Hart.
*slaps him on the back*
Have your friend start up and I'll tell you what you need to know.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:21 pm
They arrived in front of the mirror. Evan let out a low whistle, admiring the workmanship of the frame and the silvering. He twitched his head at the other two.
"Give me five an' ten t'get set up here."
He started pulling several mirrored contraptions out of his utility belt as Hartley and Powell kept their distance. Hartley's eyes wandered over towards a framed collection of sheet music.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:26 pm
*watches Evan*
Bad idea, Hart. You know...there's a good man inside you. You probably don't see it now but there is. A man who would help others.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:32 pm
Hartley leaned in closer to Chris.
"Look...I'm not going to play pretend with you. You say you're from some other dimension and you know some other dimension me. Fine. But I am not and never have been concerned with helping anyone but myself. All right? You know an Achilles? Well, the Achilles of THIS dimension got to watch his boyfriend die because of me. That's not the acts of someone who has a good person hidden inside them.
You were even right about Evan and I earlier. We're here to steal things. And once you're gone, and our Powell returns, he's going to owe us big time for helping him, and you had better bet I'm going to cash in on it. Because that's how I am. I'm a rogue, a villain."
With a grid of mirrors set up facing the large mirror, Evan stood back and admired his work.
"All righty, let's get this thing tuned up."
He took out the pocket mirror from earlier, the one that had a reflection of Lantern's in it. He shined it at the large mirror, and the surface of the mirror started to look wavy...
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:35 pm
*smiles*
I could be wrong. But I bet I'm not. There's a hero in you, Hartley Rathaway, and if you take some time to quit with the teenage angst and self-loathing, you might even see it yourself.
*steps up next to Evan*
Sweet. I'll be able to see my Clarice again.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:41 pm
Great. Chris Powell grows up to be a psychiatrist. Hartley shook his head a couple times to clear it, and they made their way back over to the mirror.
The image started to clear....showing a bar with people standing around a strange device.
"Look! There he is! That's our Powell!"
"Aye, in th' scrawny flesh."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:45 pm
Evan reached into the mirror, his hand passing through the glass as it ripples like a pond in response.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:49 pm
Evan grinned his very Scottish grin.
"Fishin' fer Chrissies.....Got 'im!"
He started pulling, and soon the back of Chris Powell's shirt started coming through the mirror.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:52 pm
Oh pull harder!
*pushes Evan backwards and at the same time hops through the gate*
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:55 pm
"Whuff!"
Evan falls back, knocking over Hartley, at the same time yanking teen Chris out of the mirror completely. The clatter shakes the ground, and the expensive Elizabethan mirror starts to sway...
*CRASH!!!!*
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:58 pm
I'M HOME! HOMEHOMEHOMEHOME!
*CRASH*
WHAT DID YOU DO!?
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 8:02 pm
Director's request or not, the sound of a crash sends people running. Evan recovered first, and looking at the shattered remains of the mirror, swore and scooped up as many of his devices as he could.
"Sorry, laddies, y're on y'r own now."
He picked up the largest piece of the broken mirror...and hopped into it, vanishing into the reflection and walking off. The piece fell down and shattered into even more pieces.
Hartley worked on getting himself untangled, but the sound of footsteps coming was getting louder.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 8:07 pm
Where are we?
*Chris looked around. It looked like the Midvale Museum and by the sound of it, every security guard in the place was headed their way. He armored up and grabbed Hartley.*
Watch for flying glass.
*Chris shot straight upward with Hartley and through a skylight. They sped back towards the school.*
Your friend was a real help there.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 8:11 pm
Hartley blinked as the two of them exited just as the guards arrived at the broken mirror. Hartley twitched. Flying.
He decided he hated it.
"E-Evan's an a*****e. PLEASE put me down."
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