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Occurs February 6th. Recalculated to February 20th.


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Millions of tiny mirror shards littered the floor, but the nice thing about broken necks was that they didn’t bleed all over the place and add gore to the mess like a gunshot wound or a slit throat might have.

Sinope had heard once that all the courts’ mirror shards came from Ares’ mirrors that were broken when captives inside were freed. He’d also heard that their mirrorwraiths were the byproduct formed when Order-aligned beings had their energy seeped from them by Chaos energy or somesuch. He wasn’t positive about the mechanics, nor did he know if ordinary civilians caused the same phenomenon, but at the moment, he didn’t really care. All he wanted was to get rid of the bodies as soon as possible.

If he had kept Erol and Elon Yorke within the mirrors to be drained until they were completely depleted, he knew Mirrorspace would supposedly just have spat them back out into Destiny City. As Sinope had had a mind to interrupt that process, however, he doubted he could be rid of the father and son’s carcasses in the same manner. Instead, he would have to drag both bodies out of the Throne Room, back into the Common Room, and out through one of the mirrors with the hope he wasn’t seen anywhere along the way.

At least once he was back in the city, it would probably be easier to hide, but in Mirrorspace, everything was so pale and out in the open that he would have been hard to miss even at a glance. All he could hope for was that the Dark Mirror Court were so few in number that the chances of someone entering the place while he was still present with his burdens would be slim.

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It wouldn’t be wrong to say that Avior had avoided Mirrorspace for some time… He did his duty, gathered energy and gently guided those that were lost, or those who needed a quick trip, but more often than not he was at home. His life was easy now, surrounded by the comfort and sweetness that being in love and having friends for once allowed, yet he still slept most of the day away. His existence was lazy, but he did not mind it for now. After years of stress and strife, he had earned this.

When he did finally arrive back in Mirrorspace, his focus wasn’t on investigating as so many did, but to start the development of his own little Realm. It would take countless crystals to shape out the lands he remembered from his homeworld, but he was sure he could do it with time. Just as he had reached a bit of contentment with his work today, there was something wrong.

Was Remarque tending to the mirrors in the throne room again? It happened every so often, the man staring into the and seeking out their mysteries. Others happened to go in there now and then as well. Whoever it was, Perhaps he could greet them, make his face a little more well known, being an Eternal and a man who wished to help as many of those of his court that he could.

While at first he walked in with a smile, ready to greet whoever was there and fiddling around with things, it fell so very quickly to an expression of horror.

Unmoving people lied on the ground as a familiar face began to move them about, necks twisted in a way that there was no denying that these poor folk were dead and gone...

“What have you done?!” Avior’s footsteps echoed like thunder as he marched over to Sinope, anger and fear and disappointment all surging through him as he watched the boy, his horrified look shifting to rage that he rarely ever felt. This was no accident. People didn’t appear in the mirrors by accident, necks didn’t twist like that by accident. This was intentional, and this was sick.

“SINOPE! What the HELL have you done!? Who are these people?!

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Sinope jumped visibly, dropping the two sets of ankles he had hoisted over each shoulder, eyes wild and wide when he heard his name called. Upon recognizing the person who had spoken, however, his features relaxed somewhat, though the corner of his mouth twitched and there was still something distinctly off about the focus of his gaze.

“Oh...it’s you,” he said with a weak chuckle, reaching down to retrieve what he’d dropped. “I just brought a couple of fruits to be juiced.” Shrugging, he once again began the laborious process of dragging the body of the young man and the middle-aged, overweight one to the double doors that led to the common room, turning away from the eternal to face forward. “But then I got bored waiting for them to be done.”

A very small smile began to creep across the younger senshi’s lips.

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The ankles hit the ground with a dull thud, leaving Avior stunned beyond belief. This was just a high school student, moving bodies around like it meant nothing.

Fruits? Juiced?!

“Sinope, those are people, not damned produce!” He couldn’t stop himself and ran over to the young man, snatching him by the shoulder and roughly throwing him to the side. Once the other was across the room, he double checked on the bodies there, heartbreaking as he realized that they were, in fact, dead…

“Why would you do this…? What, do you have some sort of bitterness against them? These poor people. Sinope, we don’t KILL people! We’re not the Negaverse! There’s never a need to!”

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The redhead put up no resistance when he was manhandled and tossed around. He only grinned broader, crossing his arms across his chest as he watched Avior examine the cadavers. “Not people anymore,” he answered remorselessly. “Just sacks of worthless meat. I’m just taking out the trash. If you don’t let me soon enough, they’ll stink up this whole place.”

Thick brows rose. “Bitterness?” he repeated. “No, not at all. In fact, I got rid of them as a favor to someone. I owed him, see.” He launched a wicked laugh. “We? I don’t know of any rule stating we don’t kill people. Come to think of it, didn’t Ares, founder of our court, used to do that?”

Looking pleased with himself, Sinope ambled on back toward the dead bodies. “Actually, funny you should mention the Negaverse. One of them just recently rid me of some attachments I hadn’t even realized I’d had. Taken them for granted for so long, didn’t even realize they counted. But when he severed those ties, I felt free - more free than I knew it was possible to be.” He turned his manic grin on Avior. “I was so grateful, I knew I had to repay the debt I owed. So I thought I’d do the same for him. I was just returning the favor.”

He reached out to grasp the young man’s ankle again. “I even went above and beyond. Planned for weeks. Brought him here, gave him front row seats, treated him extra nice, and everything.” The glee in his eyes was ecstatic as he recounted the events of the past twenty-four hours. Then, gradually, it faded into something more tame and his smile softened. “But the show’s done and the party’s over, now. Time to clean up the mess.”

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None of this made sense… Yes, he remembered Sinope’s thought son people but this was too much… All of this was too much. A rage began to grow in Avior’s chest, fists clenching, wanting to knock the kid right out.

But he didn’t. He was calm, as calm as he could be, and just shook his head.

“We are made of more than what we are before. Ares had no value, Ares wanted war. We do not. I would have thought you’d learn that by now. But it seems like I was wrong.” His first thought was to contact Remarque, get the man here as quick as he could but, the more Sinope went on, the more he was convinced he couldn’t let him keep going as he was…

“You… You’re out of your mind, Sinope…” The poor child was out of control, that Negaverse preaching having corrupted his mind, atleast that’s how it seemed… What could Avior even do..? He really didn’t want to hurt the boy but… He was a danger to himself and others. Especially others.

“... I’m sorry, but I can’t let you leave here, Sinope. Not like this.” Avior raised his arms, putting his thumb and index fingers together before muttering out his Eternal Attack Spell.

“These Walls… Are Closing In.” Four walls sprang up immediately around Sinope, squeezing him tighter and tighter, closer together until the boy had no room to move anymore.

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“War?” Sinope blinked at Avior like the eternal had proclaimed war himself. “I’m not looking for war. I was just repaying a debt.” He turned again to the bodies. “And, well...maybe I wanted to see how a Negaverse captain would handle watching the death of his father and brother. Wouldn't you be curious, too? After all the lives they take?”

When he looked up again, though, the other Dark Mirror Senshi didn’t look as though he agreed at all. He was apologizing, but Sinope couldn't understand why. Not until Avior raised his arms and formed a box with his fingers and thumbs.

Sinope’s brows steeped in confusion and distress for a brief moment before they narrowed. “Sly Insinuation!” he called, but he had never tried to use his super attack on an eternal senshi. Furthermore, his magic required him to grin at his target and meet his eye, but the super could do neither of those things. The walls had risen up too quickly and he had nowhere to run. Nowhere to turn. They rose from four sides, blocking all escape.

“No. No!” Sinope looked up, but all light was blocked out by a ceiling. He tried to jump anyway, but only succeeded in hitting his head. When he got back up from the floor, he began to beat and kick at the walls. “NO! NO NO NONONO!! AVIOR! LET ME OUT!!” He continued to frantically scream and struggle as Avior’s magic pressed in on him until he could no longer move. “I’LL BE GOOD! AVIOR! PLEASE!!”

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Though Sinope’s attack was called, it had no affect the senshi of walls, His concentration did not break. But Avior didn’t really know what to do while he held Sinope as his prisoner. His mind was racing, breath held as he tried to go over everything he had to do after this was over.

There were bodies to deal with… Well, that wasn’t too hard to do. He had been in the police station before, seen the mirrors there, and the decorative glass walls within. A quick mirror walk would put their bodies right in the station for the police to deal with. Sinope wouldn’t be indicted, which was good… But what of the person whose family this was? The more he thought about it, the more it screamed revenge, but… Consensual murder? None of it made sense… Then again, Avior had an absurdly sensitive conscience, but even that wasn’t enough to want this boy punished… He wanted to help more than anything.

A scream from Sinope snapped him from his thoughts for a moment and his brow furrowed in distress… The urge to free Sinope hit him hard. He was just a kid… Some stupid kid getting mixed up in some stupid situation that should have never happened… But was Sinope even still sane? He screamed and screamed and Avior only pulled his fingers tighter, knowing that were he to open his mouth, the magic would vanish.

The attack wouldn’t last for very long, that he knew, but the instant that his walls began to crumble away and free Sinope, he cast it again, keeping him bound and slowly walking forward so that when he did release the attack, he was face to face with Sinope, ready to tear off the belt and fabrics from his own fuku to bind him.

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The sensation of being freed, only to nearly be crushed again, was agony to the redhead. He fell on his knees, punching the walls until his bare knuckles bled, for he hadn’t been wearing his usual black gloves. He screeched, howled, begged, and pleaded with Avior, his reaction seeming largely disproportional to the punishment he was facing.

After what had seemed like an unbearable age to Sinope but had only been about a minute, he looked up at the eternal from his place on the floor, shining, damp streaks staining his face. The moment he could move again, however, he made a bolt for the nearest mirror, too desperate with panic to reason that he would never make it there if Avior chose to stop him. His abilities as a super senshi were no match for the eternal’s.

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Sinope was right. There was no way he could escape him, not when Avior finally let himself use his Eternal speed to snatch him by the collar and shove him to the ground. It was easy, pinning him there with his knee on his back, grabbing his arms and tying them behind his back with the belt he removed from his waist. In the next instant he tore the sheer fabric from his over vest, twisting and braiding strips to to make a thick rope to bind Sinopes legs together as well.

“I’m sorry, Sinope. It’s for the best.” Was it really? What right did he have to keep Sinope trapped here under him? At this point he shifted, sitting on the small of the smaller senshi’s back and flipping open his compact. While they weren’t close, Avior had told him a while back he’d be there for him when he was needed, and… Well… Right now seemed like Sinope needed him the most.

The first step would be to contact Remarque before anyone else saw.


xKapoodles