--now don't get impatient with me.

[the mirror shows...a hand at first. It's resting on another part of the Vine, tanned, the knuckles crossed by faint scars. Then the woman crouches, coming into view. Plain clothing in shades of brown, her hair tied loosely over her shoulder, she doesn't seem particularly remarkable. She regards the mirror with interest, however, and for those who notice these kinds of things, her eyes are very sharp.]

You're a vain, cheeky thing. I wasn't interested in showing off to everyone else. But you just can't wait, hmm? Impatient.

[despite her words, the woman's voice is warm, with a tinge of fond exasperation. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around that she's talking to, unless...]

[she runs her fingers down the length of vine, fingering a leaf gently before letting go. Those watching closely might notice a spark of pale green light at her fingertips, which vanishes almost immediately.]

Oh, stop that... [this is murmured, as she leans around to peer at the backside of the mirror, curiously.] I was just taking a look. I won't hurt you. Yes, yes. You're beautiful. She put quite a bit of love into you...and this place. Didn't she, the Queen.

[at this she looks up, straight into the mirror, her gaze fixing on whoever has appeared there.] What do you think?

[her lips quirk into a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

Love doesn't always get the job done, though.


[ooc: whoops I always forget tags. Feel free to action if you'd like, and for those who missed it her permissions post is here.]

...Dear God. Great Ushiku Buddha...

Was it the cabbage truck that did me in? Or perhaps the scuffle with the biker gang afterward. Either way, I've truly proven my clout as a Lolita if this is what the afterlife is like. I may not be able to shop at Baby anymore, but this is bliss beyond anything I've ever known.

Please, God, allow me to watch over that idiot Ichigo from here, and protect her from other yanki that seek to do her harm. Amen.

Okay, seriously, my head is killing me. You think there's any way I can get some aspirin up in here?

[She sighs, looking off to the side in boredom. And then, a scream of pain, as snake's fangs sprout from her mouth. For a minute, she just screams profanities, and then she sees herself. As she tries to cover up her new deformity, a forked tongue slithers between her fingers, prompting another scream, at which point Santana finally turns the thing off.]

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OH MY GOD WHAT IS GOING ON

[Since waking up here Sumire has been running around the Gardens, trying to find a way out or even anything that would look familiar to her. But all she's managed to accomplish so far is getting turned around and lost several times.

Now it's nearing evening in the Gardens, and Sumire can be found resting under a tree., exhausted from exploring this strange new place.]

I'm so tired, but I haven't found a way out yet. Maybe I should search for a place to sleep now…

[While she mumbles to herself, she doesn't seem to notice that a rabbit has hopped up to her and is now chewing on her shoe.]

[She is burning as the mirror opens on to her, flames wreathing every part of her, red hair lost in the immolation. For a woman on fire, she is surprisingly composed. She does not stand straight as she approaches the mirror, stooped forward, putting out a hand against the glass to keep herself from falling. When her lips move, the overriding sound is that of fire crackling,]

--halia--

[She takes a deep, choked breath, trying to draw air past the absolute consumption of the fire.]

So-- -a- Mahalia.

[A dark stain is creeping up her body, glittering black beneath the dance of the flames. Paderau stifles a pained noise, grimacing before curling her hand into a fist, slamming it against the glass.]

Rrr. Look, fuck, don't--

[The scales have crept up her chest, over her shoulders, as it begins to seal in around her neck her spine goes straight, head tossed back with a shriek. She remains in that rigid position and the fire dies down around her.

Soon enough, the vine gets bored with this lack of movement and turns itself off.]



[[ooc; we'll be back later in the week to terrorize everyone.]]