There's a small hum from one of the shadows that seems to twist a bit, letting out a breathless hiss. Then a huff, then a hrmph. And then Onni's reflection seems to shift, imperceptibly at first, but, no, the hair's a little longer, less kempt. Eyes a little narrower, then wider, as if the reflection is stretching its face out.
"If you're blue and you don't know where to go..." Comes a sing-song voice from the shadow that had hissed, the reflection trying to make the mouth match, but it's about a half-second off, adding an uncanny effect.
"Why don't you go to where fashion sits?" The shadow continues as bends through the light to make contact with the reflection, which is DECIDEDLY not Onni anymore, but wispier, wraith-like. Femininely androgynous, adjusting an ill-fitting suit as it leans up against the mirror.
"Clowns did once serve a purpose in medieval courts, but, that did require those in power to listen to them, which, alas, will never happen to you. I suggest getting that curse checked out." The reflection thing taps on the glass, a sickly smile appearing on its face. "Shall I fetch you your red nose and greasepaint? You'd look AWFUL in stripes and patterns and brights though."
Sullivan laughs now from every shadow, all having leering eyes and faces as the reflections smile and face twists with madness.
"Good to see you boss! Grab my hands and pull. I don't need to know anything besides that Da Eiza royally fucked up! Again! And good ol' reliable Onni was ignored. Again! Gods, it's the best drug a person can ask for. But if I count as a person anymore is a question for the philosophers..."
They take a step back in the mirror and reach out with their hands.
Re: Sullivan - What Shadow Steeps In The Wake Of The Lighthouse Promethean
"If you're blue and you don't know where to go..." Comes a sing-song voice from the shadow that had hissed, the reflection trying to make the mouth match, but it's about a half-second off, adding an uncanny effect.
"Why don't you go to where fashion sits?" The shadow continues as bends through the light to make contact with the reflection, which is DECIDEDLY not Onni anymore, but wispier, wraith-like. Femininely androgynous, adjusting an ill-fitting suit as it leans up against the mirror.
"Clowns did once serve a purpose in medieval courts, but, that did require those in power to listen to them, which, alas, will never happen to you. I suggest getting that curse checked out." The reflection thing taps on the glass, a sickly smile appearing on its face. "Shall I fetch you your red nose and greasepaint? You'd look AWFUL in stripes and patterns and brights though."
Sullivan laughs now from every shadow, all having leering eyes and faces as the reflections smile and face twists with madness.
"Good to see you boss! Grab my hands and pull. I don't need to know anything besides that Da Eiza royally fucked up! Again! And good ol' reliable Onni was ignored. Again! Gods, it's the best drug a person can ask for. But if I count as a person anymore is a question for the philosophers..."
They take a step back in the mirror and reach out with their hands.