Magic Mirrors w/ Cash

[quickbuck]

Even if Cash's mirror is buried in his pocket, he will hear Todd's voice, just minutes after the mimic is killed. "CASSIUS? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU," he straight-up yells. He's never been a quiet boy, real or not.

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[longcons]

Oh no.

[quickbuck]

"ANSWER YOUR PHONE ITS AN EMERGENCY." Still yelling.

[longcons]

Cash digs into his pocket and brings the mirror to his lips.

"Stop yelling," he says in a whisper, covering his mouth with his hand. He doesn't know why he's trying to hide — the room is empty, sans his friends, all of whom are busy licking their wounds and making improvised explosive devices. But this seems extremely wrong, somehow, and in contrast to his usual modus operandi, Cash can't help but put some stock in the feeling. He just killed you. They shouldn't be talking.

[quickbuck]

"Where are you?" Todd asks at normal volume, which is quiet for him. "Are you in trouble?"

[longcons]

"Yes," Cash replies. "Mimics."

"Don't say anything," he warns, flashing the mirror down to reveal newly bloodied clothes.

[quickbuck]

"WHAT THE FUCK."

[longcons]

Cash immediately shoves the mirror back in his pocket and it is, quite frankly, very suspicious.

[quickbuck]

"HEY! I'M IN THE ARTIFICING SHED! ARE THEY FLAMMABLE? I'M GONNA MAKE A FLAMETHROWER," is partially audible from the pocket.

[longcons]

"Shh," Cash hushes his jacket. Takes the mirror out again.

Good idea, he wants to say. Me too. Sort of. Fire destroys all sophistry — that was da Vinci, for the record. Not that it matters, because he doesn't say any of it. He can't be sure this is really Todd.

But... he very much wants it to be and that spiderweb of hope is enough to keep him talking. Foolish. He'll regret this later, when he has to kill Todd again. "The auditorium," he says. "I'll be there soon."