Of Lies and Shadow's Eyes
17th of January 2007 A.D.
Restored 2 Willpower -> Now at 4/9 (Two Nights' Sleep)
School feels loud, dozens of clashing voices mixing together every time the bell rings, whispers of students making time cutting across teachers making ends' meat, a strange thought coming back from Vegas, but there you have it. It's not like Mom and Dad had been greeted your return with quiet decorum when you showed up yesterday, but those decibels had had meaning to them even if that meaning had been 'tell me everything' and then 'complain about most of it'. Mom had not been a fan of bearding the almost-literal dragon in its den even though she had been more complimentary of Harry than you'd ever heard her in the wake of him getting hurt protecting you. You'd wisely not pointed out that it would have been better for all concerned if those things
had decided to chew through your armor instead of the wizard's magic coat.
Not that you can really blame her. Dad had apparently been in the car with every intention to come after you, key in the ignition, as soon as he heard about the RPG ambush when the very literally named Gatekeeper had come a-knocking with news the enemy was forcing the Gate. How he had managed that conversation given that Matthew and Leech were in the room you have no idea, but your siblings had been surprisingly light on the teasing about going to Vegas since you got home. All that time working out how to answer to Vegas wedding jokes for nothing. It's enough to make a girl grumpy...
"No running in the corridors!" Principal Clark shouts after you.
As your head snaps back to look at him you manage to bite your tongue on an acid retort. For just a moment in his eyes you see the Molly Carpenter he still sees, a senior in High School like thousands of others before her boasting good grades, but way too many absences on her record.
"Sorry Principal Clark," you call back, mildly aggrieved and all is right in his world, not even noticing that your 'run' was just a walk that happened to be faster than most people's light jog. Most people, you realize, are content to live in a world populated by comfortable lies even if it's lies they tell themselves. Lies like Margret Carver, they do not even have to be a little bit true, just
expected.
Without even really meaning to you veer off into the bathroom, close the door and turn on your heel to meet the eyes of the girl in the mirror. She looks kind of like the girl who had gone to Splattercon last summer, before one of her friends betrayed her, before she unknowingly betrayed two others, the hair is right, the height, the structure of the face. Maybe the cheeks are a bit more pale and nary a hint of a zit anywhere, there's a superpower a lot of people would kill for. But it's the eyes that are more different, a darker blue... or just deeper.
It's funny how many times you've heard the eyes called 'the windows of the soul' when they are really more like mirrors for the world to fill. Easy as breathing, light as the air in your lungs you draw in Essence and spin it thin, gossamer shadows, a fulsome lie for all the senses, black mirror's incarnation.
At first glance there does not seem to be much of a change in the mirror, Molly Carpenter still looks back, frowning in concentration, but she seems a touch less polished, precise in her expressions, more like what Principal Clark's idea of you than who you know yourself to be. Not someone you bow to and, more importantly, not someone to run away from. It feels solid like a shell of ice that sunset cannot melt away though inner fire might.
I'll have to be careful how I burn essence.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 14/15 (Black Mirror Incarnation)
"Heloo! Your Imperial Moliness are you in here?" A familiar voice pulls you out of contemplation. "Are we going to math class or what?"
"We?" you ask mildly. "I don't recall stopping you from going to class."
"
I'm stopping me from going to class," she counters airily. "If you're ditching I am too. I want to know what Vegas was like. Did you break any casinos? Rob any?"
"No, the only one I set foot in was the Luxor, it's a hotel too and we stayed there."
"No offense meant, but that is
really lame," she scoffs
"We had too much excitement to tell the truth, poor Harry's still picking his coat out of his skin where those things melted it into him and God knows how things are going to shake out in Vegas with the new lord. It was touch and go for a moment there, if I hadn't brought help. There was someone with a plan for a last minute save, maybe if he wasn't lying through his teeth to come out on the winning side."
Isabela's just nodding along in understanding. "Yeah, that's how it goes when there's a shake up in the power structure according to Uncle Leinth, you never know where someone lands until the dust settles." She frowns at you, eyes glimmering just a little too bright to be a reflection of the florescent lighting. "Did you do something to yourself? You look...
ordinary."
"Glamor, glad it's holding." Maybe you haven't been paying as much attention before, but you can see the Hunger moving though her, with her as she borrows its sight, a waking shadow bound in blood and bone and with that insight comes conviction.
I can do it too, I can to it better. Awaken the Po and grant them mastery...
"What?" Isabela asks, catching your mood.
"I just figured out how to awaken people's shadow soul to gift them power."
No reason to hide considering all the other stuff she knows about you.
You're not sure what kind of response you had expected, weariness maybe, some chin stroaking. Instead she perks up:"Cool, can I watch you do it?"
What do you reply?
[] Sure, you did promise Olivia five months ago
[] Not now, you do not have anyone in mind (Continue on to Boston)
-[] Write in who is anyone you invite along
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OOC: Isabla did not get a roll to see though Black Mirror Incarnation. The demon's sight cannot pierce though a charm this powerful and specialized. One needs something like the Sight to pierce it, with all afferent risks.