it's submission that they want

[datglass]

WHO: MIRROR MASTER and YOU
WHERE: Various locations in the City; jewelry stores, antique shops, art dealerships, etc. (Specify!)
WHEN: July 22 - 30
WARNINGS: Possibly violence
SUMMARY: Sassy Scot seeks Superhero! See here.
FORMAT: Whatever!


It was easy to get bored around here, particularly for the non-gainfully employed individual such as Evan McCulloch. Not that he didn't have "jobs", but "jobs" weren't the same as the fun of knocking Flash around Keystone City. Without the rest of the Rogues -- not just Captain Cold, but Trickster, the wee Boomerang boy, and even Piper -- there was even fewer things to keep him busy. He liked a challenge; that was the fun of being a super-villain, a Rogue, wasn't it? Robbing a store had never been so simple. Too simple, after a while.

It was time to be proactive and stop waiting for the Flash to arrive. He'd find someone else to spend his time on, possibly exclusively -- for now. He hated to offer his goods (maybe) in payment for his auditions, but there was no point in testing a hero if they were just going to run to the cops first thing. Now was there?

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[datglass]

It's as real as anything else ya can see. [ But he loses focus again, grinding his teeth against each image. It didn't even cross his mind to bring his past up before. ] Urgh-- leave it alone. It no bother now, aye?

[ When he falls from the first mirror, he disappears into another one. He sees himself as a child, standing by a river, hitting another child with a rock until the boy falls backwards and doesn't surface above the water. Evan flicks the lever on his Mirror gun again so that a projection clone that look like Quentin this time will climb out one window with a large shard of glass in hand held out like a weapon. Like the Evan clones though, if hit hard enough it'll break like glass. ]

Speaking of scabbing.

[futureleader]

No. This is way more fun then what I originally intended. But don't worry, nothing is of waste here.

[Because he was hiding away little reminders in his own maze construct. A child by a river at a dead end, a trail of blood... personal red herrings for Evan. Though the memories also serve as a distraction to create the interactive memory maze.]

Ah... fuck.

[The shard of glass is what concerns him, and he's quick to pat himself down. Seeking for a suitable weapon. He didn't carry such and found only a permanent marker. Not to be defeated, Quentin quickly thinks on the situation.]

Let's see. Mirror Master, mastery of mirrors. [He glimpses at the window.] Windows, and reflections. Take that away and what do you get?

[Dust. A weapon and some dust. That's what his conclusions come to.]

[datglass]

[ The reflections indeed only work if they can reflect. Evan breathes hard, trying to focus. Better to channel this frustration into fighting the kid, he can't fall in right now with no way out. Can't get trapped. He thinks maybe if he focuses on his constructs his mind will finally settle down, though he feels cold all over. Another image: himself as a younger man holding a sniper rifle, his birth father's dead body on the street below, Evan's first and last real glimpse of him. He narrows his eyes and watches Quentin and clone Quentin, hovering behind them and watching with a definitely spiteful grin. ]

Ya think he'll go down that easy? Hate to break it to ya, but there's more where he came from. Mirrors and light, anything that reflects is my toy.

[ And another clone, lacking a shard of glass, will make his agenda trying to trap Quentin in one of the mirrors. ]

[futureleader]

[Act fast. Quentin ducks down, yanking on the lace of his boots to untie them in one fluid motion before squeezing out of his boot. A weapon. It could work. As long as he's able to retrieve the shoe as quickly as he throws it because if it does work, Quentin knows Evan will do anything to get it away from him. Without any hesitation, he hurls the boot at the clone with the glass shard before chasing after said shoe. Neutralize the one's with weapons first, worry about the other ones later.]

If it's yours it's probably piss poor quality.

[Not true technically, but the memories were definitely piling up the more he poked and prodded the other.]

[datglass]

My gizmos are pure dead brilliant pieces o' work, laddie. I could turn this city into something that would give even a surrealist nightmares.

[ Not only does the boot hit the glass shard, but it shatters the clone's hand up to the wrist. Of course, one hand or not he's not giving up; the clone will attempt punches, or grabs, or kicks, anything that might land while the other hovers around as back-up. Evan's finger pulls the trigger on his Mirror gun again, washing the area with light; when it fades, everything looks upside down. ]

How's that reality feeling for ya now?

[ He can barely manage to think straight, and he says everything aloud now so that there's less chance of him broadcasting more than just words at Quentin. He doesn't even care if Quentin knows any of it, not as much as he doesn't want to think about it. To deal with it. Christ's sakes, what was the need? If he doesn't keep it together he can't very well keep his tricks up, and that's most important. ]

Christ, christ, bloody jesus shite christ almighty, this is not the bloody time.

[futureleader]

I hadn't noticed.

[Quentin doesn't panic, he's used to the sudden reality changes or expects them from Evan by now. But even upside down, he still puts up a fight on the physical spectrum of things by ducking down from the clone to retrieve his boot. Which he then turns into a pseudo boxing glove.

Most of it is just a show, to lead Evan on for a bigger fall in his confidence and ego, something Quentin always aims for when directly confronting someone. It worked with Bullseye, among others. There was no reason it couldn't work on the Mirror Master.]

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall~.

[By the time he got around to it, he was going to leave Evan trapped inside his own mind... with a way out of course. But only after overcoming some difficulties.]

[datglass]

[ Evan watches with rapt attention, breathing slowly and rubbing his eyes periodically. Any other day he'd have a dozen new strategies at work by now, a melee of clones or a Salvador Dali-esque Wonderland or some other twisted visual mindfuck in front of him, but he couldn't concentrate at all, could feel something behind his eyeballs. Touching his gun he saw his rifle firing, way back in London. ]

Dammit. What'd ya do? I've nae been-- aw, right, let him have it, then!

[ He decides to focus, again, on the clone's attempts to pull Quentin into the mirror and trap him there rather than his mind's scrambling. Then Evan himself can have the pleasure of breaking the glass in with his foot and that helps relax his otherwise panicked brain. The clones change appearance, from Quentin to Evan, and Evan himself stands up to join them. He throws a punch at Quentin's face. ]

But you'll notice this, eh?

[futureleader]

[Quentin flinches and then winces when the fist collides into his face. Dazed from the punch, he struggles to fight back while hissing insults at Evan under his breath. Nothing coherent though as he tries to swing the boot in the many Evan's directions.]

SON OF A BITCH! You'll pay for that!

[Without the distractions and with Quentin himself being momentarily distracted, Evan can probably sense some significant change behind his thoughts. If he tires to look behind the subconscious, perhaps he could see what Quentin was up to all this time.]

[datglass]

Nae so smug now, are ya?

[ Evan grins viciously, stepping forward quickly to throw another punch at Quentin while one of the clones tries to hold him in place. The boot hits Evan's chin and he staggers back a step, exhaling but still grinning --

Then his eyes widen a bit and he touches his temple. His mind feels different, and though he hasn't grasped exactly what Quentin has been attempting he can grasp something of the nature of it. The intent. The smile flies off his face and is replaced with a snarl as he grabs for Quentin's shirt collar. ]

Oh ya wee bastard! Ya think ya can play with my head like a dollhouse? Know what I'm thinking of doin' to yours?

[futureleader]

[Quentin's turn to smirk at Evan's realization. It's a little too soon, he wanted to spring it on the other as a surprise but, the reaction was well worth it. Even as Evan grabbed the collar of his shirt, he's still smiling cooly.]

Of course! I can do whatever I want, your mind is as good as mine now. And don't kid yourself, your thoughts are as crystal clear as liquid water.

[Now's the chance, he quickly starts planting subtle suggestions that perhaps Evan can't move at all inside the other's mind. Lost complete function and will of his limbs. Slowly, bringing the other down so that he was aware of only his mind. Drawling it out before encouraging Evan to sleep]

Nighty, night. You're in my domain now. Marvelous, isn't it?

[The teen unveils his elaborate maze to Evan, showcasing all of it's dark and grimy glory.]

[datglass]

[ His eyes widen again, muscles tensing a little as his mind begins to succumb to suggestion. He manages to let go of Quentin, trying to fling him backward so that one of the clones could take care of him, but their movements slow and jerk as his do and when he's out, they'll disappear. ]

No, cut that out! Gonnae no' dae that! Wait!

[ He sinks to his knees, clutching as his face desperately. Because threats are easier than bemoaning that he can't seem to move, and that he's slowly, groggily losing consciousness right there. He hates mind control so much. ]

You perfect wee bastard, Christ, disnae matter that you're a kid, I should have... killed ya anyway...

[futureleader]

[With ease, Quentin brushes himself off before kneeling to Evan's eye level to grab him by the chin. His face is a telltale sign of smug victory, even with the death threat. Quentin even views the later as a compliment to his skill.]

Thanks.

[Now with the other knocked out, he slowly stands back up and places his index finger to his temple. Locking down Evan's consciousness, which only took a milisecond of his time.]

Don't worry, all you have to do is play by my rules and you'll escape soon enough. Reach the end of the maze and you won't die.

[Well, Evan wouldn't die regardless. Maybe he'd be in a coma for a day or two if he didn't figure out the end of the maze quick enough. But, Quentin had it built so that time was much slower in Evan's mind. One minute would seem like days to Evan.]

The rules play you, just as much as you play them. It was nice playing with you, McCulloch.

[datglass]

Piece o' cake. Ya think I dinnae know a few things about mazes, lad? I'll-- find ya-- so dinnae sleep so easy.

[ But the aggression is mostly lost from his tone, before it quiets completely and he crumples unconscious on the ground. He fully intends to make do on tracking Quentin down later if he remembers, not to kill him but to at least take him down a few pegs... but. For now, it's Wonderland time. Dammit Quentin. ]

[futureleader]

Wouldn't dream of it.

[Quentin really isn't all that scared, to be quiet honest. Even more so when he takes out his permanent marker from his jacket pocket and doodles on the ground next to Evan an omega sign with a large x beneath it. His symbol. After a satisfying nod, he slips his boot back on and laces them up before heading out. Calling back over his shoulder despite the words being lost on the Mirror Master.]

Have fun!