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It was, perhaps, the perfect spot to emerge from a mirror. The space of the thicket was enough to ensure he could step through without snagging his hair. The flowering vines created a softness to the atmosphere, enhanced by the way moonlight filtered through their leaves, dappling his fair skin with a cold touch of mystery. So the place was perfect, despite, well...likely helped by rather, the fact that it was in one of the older Destiny City cemeteries.

So the only real problem was the mirror, but it couldn't be helped! This sort of scenic location just could not be marred by some cheap little Ikea minimalist frame! It need to be real wood! It needed to carved! It needed to be lush and fancy and aesthetic! Which of course meant...it needed to be heavy.

And so it was that Hybris, stepping out of a mirror already located at a nearby park, was pathetically trying to move a massive mirror, framed in shining walnut and ornately carved bat motifs. With his current strength it...actually wasn't that hard? But the effort involved tired him thoroughly in spirit, if not in body.

He was in the middle of his third rest, sprawled dramatically against a horse statue, when he felt the power signature approaching. He wasn't sure what it belonged to, but all the unfamiliar signatures he'd felt so far had all passed by him without stopping. of course, those had always occurred when he was in a crowded club, not out and alone in the open.

Hybris clutched the horse's leg and proceeded to look even more helpless at the offer. "Oh...I'm sure you're so much stronger than me. I have a condition," he trailed off with a sigh. "Nothing fatal...simply chronic."

Slowly he got up and looked at the girl, young, definitely not legal, a child so he didn't look too closely after that. Giving her a smile, "What did you need help with?" He hoped it was something simple, like taking a picture with him. Maybe it was a school thing? If it was math, he'd just call Lenka. Oh! Oh...could it be some kind of prank?

Dismay. Disgusting. Sulking. Hybris put his fairly respectable talent for acting into making sure each and every bit of these emotions was on clear display at her request.

Didn't she realize how silly he would look trying to bully a teenage girl? Silly at best. And maybe she was stronger than him. Then he'd be silly with bruises.

After a few scoffing noises, Hybris gave a huffy sigh and then, with a muttered phrase, Stirling would hear her own voice giving a bratty, "Fine."

She was then treated to the sight of herself pretending to pick her nose and flick a booger over. Suddenly, "Stirling" charged Stirling, trying to give her a good solid shove.

Oh thank god the knife just does magic. For a very brief moment, Hybris has been worried that the slash might do something actually slashy. Instead he just bounced off some kind of forcefield.

In a dramatic swirl of fabric and...well, more fabric, quite a lot of fabric in fact, "Stirling" fell to the the ground. Hat fallen, skirts askew, hair tousled prettily in a way that couldn't be intentional but seemed photo-ready, "Stirling" stared up at herself with big accusing eyes that were on the verge of tears.

"My ankle..." her bottom lip wibbled pathetically.

Stirling's form and features faded back into that of a teenage boy, but he stayed laying there. "I did help you out, and at the expense of my body too." He rolled over on to his stomach, legs up like he was reading a magazine in bed and not talking to whatever enemy in whatever war people thought they were having.

"You didn't even say please or thank you." Another huge sigh. "Not even a hand up, just threats and knives. You must be one of those agents, right? I heard they wore black but seeing is believing after all."

The fact that she didn't follow up his fall with another attack and instead seemed willing to stick to her world to help him had really done away with any brief sense of threat she'd managed, leaving his impression of her as that of a cute kid in a giant poofy princess dress and hat. Rude and absolutely deserving of further teasing.

Much better. Limberly hopping onto his feet, clearly not injured in the least, Hybris patted the dirt off his uniform. "Oh, I'm Hybris, Dark Mirror Senshi of Eggplants." It was less out of actual secrecy that he claimed this, and more because he decided a garden theme was more fitting out of some vague sense of loyalty to Lenka.

"And I just can't help but be a spectacle." He gave a shrug, such was life for beautiful magic men, after all. He gestured to the very large, very fancy mirror. "Don't worry it won't need to go too far into the graveyard."

Taking one end of the mirror, he asked mildly, "So magic can go wrong?"

"If I turned into an eggplant goblin, I would be the most attractive eggplant goblin to ever grace this world and whatever other worlds are out there," Hyrbis declared with complete confidence. Oh, she was strong. How nice!

"Everywhere you went, it'd be Oh wow, goblins are so hot right now. Especially that eggplant one with the good hair." He said in a soft voice that wasn't an exact copy of her own, like he'd shown with magic, but was still weirdly close.

"Anyway, it's not the face I wear that's attractive, though mine is really, really ridiculously good-looking," he clarified modestly. "But how I wear it." It was fun, really, to wear a lot of different sorts of faces, even before being magically enabled. Still, he was very attached to his own. The thought of actually having it scarred earlier left a severely disturbed thought that he'd immediately banished away to the same mental dungeon where any deep or unpleasant thoughts were left to rot.

"So what are you? Besides very strong and stabby in twenty pounds of fabric, that is?"

"You are amazing," he agreed easily and beamed at her for being a great little worker, even if she was a brat. A strong brat who offered to lift things for him was always better than less useful, if more pleasant, people.

"Ooohhh...do you have a date?" He gave her a quick once over, taking in her presumed Date Night expression and then politely looked away. "Well, good luck! And watch out for that flower pot...we're just about..."

He trailed off in a very brief moment of having an Actual Thought and then said, "Well, I guess you can set it down here." There was a gusty, tired sigh, "I suppose I should keep mirror locations a secret. You're one of the good but not-good-for-me guys right?"