Mirror Master On The Wall [Evan]

Participants: Tsaritsa & Mirror Master
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Middle of Nowhere Southwest US
Time of Day: Late morning
Weather: Hot and muggy
Summary: Tsaritsa investigates an anomaly in her "magic" mirror

Even though she found them interesting to toy with as ever, Tsaritsa detested the swarms of humans and their large cities with towering structures. She only truly felt at home in the midst of a thick forest swarming with nasty creatures, sitting atop a throne in her castle of old. It was lucky then that her powers allowed her to do just that. Bring her desires to life and reshape this world in whatever way pleased her. This place had been remote when she arrived, desolate and devoid of life. Now it was flush with growth and creatures that suited her, and a castle just as she willed it.

Tsaritsa paced around her throne room, her heeled shoes clacking on the stone floor and echoing in the empty halls. Guards of her own creation stood stoic at strategic locations about the castle and she passed a pair of them guarding the entrance to the throne room as she walked toward a nearby window and gazed out. It felt as though her vengeance was always just within arm’s reach and then snatched away by one or another of the so named heroes of this land. It was irritating to say the least.

She turned and paced back into the throne room and saw her large ornate mirror hanging on the wall where it always had. But something was… off about this mirror. It was her mirror, but it was not. No matter how many times she spoke to it, said the incantations, it never responded to her. Never told her how beautiful she was or even that there was someone one else more beautiful as it had been want to do in the past. Now it just rested there on the wall as an ordinary mirror might, the glass reflecting Tsaritsa’s regal if frustrated expression back at her. Why would her mirror not respond to her at all?

A slight movement in the reflection of the mirror gave her pause. Tsaritsa glanced over her shoulder but there was nothing there but stone and torchlight. There was for certain something moving through the mirror though. Was it her own mirror’s consciousness finally coming back to her? It seemed unlikely after all this time that it’s magic would suddenly return and the soul bound inside of it would reemerge now when there had been no sign of it before. But there was no denying that there was in fact a figure phasing in and out of the image. “Curiouser and curiouser.” The queen said mimicking an old enemy as her mouth curled into something of a smirk and snarl combined.

She reached a clawed hand out toward the glass, curling her fingers together, then retracting her arm, pulling at the figure. “Come to me,” She beckoned, “Who are you that traverses hidden paths that lay beneath the surface of my mirror.”

Tag: Evan McCulloch

OOC: I know this isn't exactly what we talked about but I hope it works.