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It had her, it wasn't letting go. She wondered for a moment if the chill was from the mirror or her own panic at the matter. She almost tried to scream - but the sound was stuck. Everyone else had their own troubles, they would not hear. They could not help even if they did. The mirror had her, and it swallowed her whole.

The spot where Adelaide had been was quiet, empty. She was gone.

And then she wasn't. Adelaide stepped out of the mirror whole and non-the-worse for wear. She looked down at herself, then around at the others. "Interesting."

It seemed she was herself. The reflection that looked back at her nodded when she did.

"Dorothy!"

Mimsy put her hands on her hips, as if she were scolding a child. A child which was not Alice, because Alice was very obviously, unquestionably perfect. Robert was left to answer the question on his own, despite her certainty that his anger had not displaced one of their children.

"Do not be so rude! Everyone is allowed to come home, because that is what a home is! Could you return to where you came from--your home, perhaps--and let Alice come back now, please? I would like Alice instead! Please do not behave in a way that will cause my exit survey to mark your behavior as a one. Thank you!"

"Good, very good," the reflection cooed, and then hands reached out to receive her, protruding from the surfaces of the mirrors, and Elaia felt herself drawn in without understanding why or how she was moving forward. The mirror absorbed her entirely and then she was at the other end and there was no reflection but just her as she sank deeper and deeper.

Memories began to play slowly, and they were all filled with a warm sensation, a soft, happy sensation. Love.

It deepened, more memories now, more warmth that kindled to a deep vibrancy, of familial love, and even sensual love, or every single spectrum of love possible.

It deepened, further and the warmed burned, it seared, it was beginning to hurt now as the love turned into a deep truth and ugliness, as it tore and broke her heart, but it was still love.

It deepened further, and became agonizing, melded into anger and loathing, melded into red, deep dark, crimson, and then the purest love of all, revenge.

She was love.

And she loved all.

When she looked around, the world of reflections that she had been absorbed into looked identical to the one she had left but that was fine. She would love everyone equally.

chirigami

As long as Elaia is inside mirror mode, she is in yandere mode. (Feel free to interact with other players!)

Chao decided to talk a walk and see how the other clans where doing with gathering fear. When she entered the Death common room she was shocked to find mirrors laying around. Curiously they were all different shapes and colors. None of the mirrors seemed to look like another.

It was particular, more so perhaps than them laying around the common room. But perhaps it was just the way death likes their mirrors unique. Unsurprisingly there seemed to be a large number of horsemen gathered around the mirrors. It was a strange thing to see all of them, many of them appeared to be touching the mirrors.

Chao wondered if touching the mirrors did anything when they were touched or if everyone was just trying to figure out where they came from. She studied the mirrors for a while before choosing one.

It was a strange one, instead of being straight it seemed to curve in two different places, the middle of the mirror seemed normal enough but the half straight half rounded sides confused her. She stared at the squiggly mirror with her head tilted. She was slightly unsettled by the design, which might be why it intrigued her.

Curiosity got the best of Chao and she moved even closer to her chosen mirror before putting her hand out and touching the surface of the mirror. Hmm it seemed normal to her. “Do you do anything strange little mirror?” She asked, mostly thinking out loud, it was a mirror after all it wasn’t like it could talk to her or anything

Rep came back to the Death floor mostly out of a lingering curiosity about what Circe had been talking to that other guy about, it was one of his favourite floors thanks to the servers which soothed him and relaxed him with their breezy cooling. They were an escape from the war floor and welcome one at that.

He didn't expect a whole bunch of people to be hanging around there, people from every single ******** clan he could think of, even some of whom he recognised. He couldn't tell what they were looking at but curiosity meant that he had to find out, creeping closer and closer to the gathered crowd, trying carefully to see around them.

"What the ******** is going on?" Rep said, finally able to contain his interest no longer, pushing through to have a look at whatever treasure or tragedy had been found, hoping to get a slice of it.

When he saw it was mirrors, he recoiled back. He didn't want to look at himself frankly, he didn't want to ******** see his stupid scars and awkward ******** face. He hated mirrors, he hated what they had to say about him just by existing, he hated that he had to look in them and think about the s**t that had made him the way he was.

And yet curiosity this time was so strong. People were lingering here for a reason, and that reason was probably ******** sinister, people always had to TOUCH s**t THEY SHOULDN'T GODDAMN BE TOUCHING.

"What the ******** is this, a ******** conquest vanity party? Are you guys all right?"

It was as if, at first, a pool of cold wave had broken around her. There was no sensation of movement even as she was pulled into the depths of the mirror. Elaia couldn't say she was worried or scared about what was going on, but she felt relief that her answer had been good enough. It had been accepted. It made her happy.

As she was with the warm feeling within her chest that swelled and embraced her. Her eyes fluttered closed as the memories fluttered about like a slide show, displaying eons of years that had molded her and carved her heart as it was today. The love she felt, all the different love she felt; from her parents, her training sessions, kills and battles, Terr and even some fleeting romances that were never meant to be. It overtook every thought and ever emotion within her, becoming the main thing. The only thing even with the heartache that began to burn. It was painful but in the end, it too was love.

Everything was love and she needed to embrace it all. And everyone.

Her eyes snapped open at the sound her own name and for a brief second she found herself disoriented. There was a haze to her vision and everything seemed a bit off. But at the same time, right. She turned towards the jeweler, her smile already plastered with such kindness in her eyes. "Terr," she whispered a little unlike her. She took a step and then launched herself towards him, engulfing him in a deep embrace with her cheek pressed against his chest. "What's wrong? How can I make it better?"

"It most certainly is," Adelaide said with a smile. A sweet smile. She eyed Crane, her gaze darting down to his shoes then back up to his face. "What do you see in the mirrors, Crane?"

Would he also see nothing?