Mirror Relm: Shattered Dream (Roleplay Thread)

[Mistress Guendolen]

(Well, I stopped because it took me ages to get it done as it was; I was smack in the middle of it and got a phone call from my brother. By the time I was done with said call, I'd lost my steam, and decided to stop and carry on after some other people had posted, so I could re-gather the mindset, as it were.)

A brilliant crimson flash, as rich as a ruby and as vibrant as the sun, burst forth from the mirror. Maria felt flooded with warmth. Shapes flickered within, bathed in the rosy glow; she could not make out what they were, but they moved around, past, despite the sight-shattering brilliance of the light. She could not tear her eyes from the mirror. It was incredible that she could even see at all, some tiny corner of her mind whispered. But the rest was riveted, absorbed. Hypnotized by the display of scarlet flashes.
Then one shape coalesced within. A hand, reaching out. Maria could see nothing else, not even the limb the hand attached to. It shifted, bathed in the cherry glow. Just that lone hand, long-fingered and shapely. It turned, and in a flick of fingers, beckoned to her. As though extorting her to follow. Like one ensorceled, Maria nodded, a single, slow movement of acquiescence.
Another ruby flash- and for a moment, she was blinded for real. The crimson light bathed her... wound around her, like a cloak of brilliance, as if it were sinking into her skin.... And then, it felt as though someone had reached within and set her soul on fire. A scream issued from her throat. Everything was rippling, stretching, she felt like her whole form had turned to molten metal, that some celestial smith was reshaping her in an otherworldly forge, pulling and pounding.... Limbs lengthening- face reshaping- she would swear it felt like her ears moved and stretched, her spine lengthened. And all the while she rocked, mouth open in a scream she no longer realized was silent....
And just as suddenly as it had begun, Maria felt herself drop limply onto the rough beige carpet. For a moment all she could do was breathe, long, rasping gasps for air, fingers pressing into the cheap weave pressing into her cheek. It felt like forever before she could sit up. And why did her eyes feel strange? They hurt, looking through her glasses lenses. The glasses fell off, for some reason, as she sat up- and suddenly, her vision was perfectly clear. Without them.
That was when she realized what had happened to her.
Her form... it had changed. Was that slim, long-fingered thing her hand? Everything felt longer, leaner. And... and there were the clothes.... She was wearing something like what she would have pictured a character in one of her fantasy stories would have worn. The first thing she had noticed was the boots; a deep wine color, reaching to her knees, the tops folded down. Cavalier boots, only sleek and feminine. Her eyes traveled upward. A skirt; it hit just above the knees, and was a rich cream color, trimmed in burgundy; the fabric something fluid but not flimsy, the cut somehow full, yet not pleated. And... it got stranger... her ears twitched.
Wait... her ears?...
Maria's hands went, slowly but surely, to her head. Touched it hesitantly. Her ears were not where they belonged, on the sides of her head. No, they perched more on top... and were long, pointed, and covered in what felt an awful lot like soft fur....
Clumsily, Maria got to her feet- but it felt like clumsiness of shock, not inherent awkwardness. Stumbled across the room. There was a mirror on the inside of her closet door. Usually she avoided looking in it, but now she yanked it open. Stared into it, surveying the reflection that stared back at her.
Yup, boots and skirt- check. Over it a fitted- well, combination blouse and trench coat. The upper part fastened up like a blouse, with long sleeves that flared out slightly past the elbow, and an attached skirt that fanned out behind her to about mid-calf; like the skirt, it was trimmed in deep burgundy. Wide, deep-blue eyes, unaided by corrective lenses, stared back at her, perfectly clear out of a smooth-skinned face framed by long, lustrous, and thick red hair.
And capping the top of her head was what was most definitely a corresponding set of red-furred cat ears.
As realization sunk in, Maria shrieked a bit, tail lashing- wait, tail? She spun in a mad circle, fumbling, groping. Finally catching the stray appendage, pulling it around in front of her to stare. It was soft and red-furred, like her ears....
She was a freaking fantasy catgirl.....
Maria stared at herself in the mirror. A tiny fragment of her whispered, Hey, this is actually cool.... It's just like you would write in a story, play a character of.... But despite that, she wondered, more than anything else- what had just happened to her?

(And.. another reason. I got verbose.... Sorry. I get going and just write and write.... I apologize if I got too long and poetical!)

[Mystic Mina]

(Experiences such as those have scarred me both mentally and physically. >_>)

"It's all part of the plan, man. Training my night vision and all, y'know?"

Scott tried his best to coolly walk out of the back room so as to save whatever dignity he had left, but his damaged kneecaps would not permit such an act. The best he could do a sort of half limp that made Scott feel even worse about himself. He was already having a bad enough day...

"So, uh... You want to close up the shop? It's getting a little dark outside. Don't want to bump into any unsavory characters while we're heading back home, right? Aheh..."

[Melkorios]

Melanie looked at the mirror, mesmerized, almost as if she were being hypnotized at that moment, when suddenly the floor below her opened up, dropping her down! Down and down she fell, deeper into what seemed to be an endless abyss, colored lights streaking and streaming around her. Soon, she stopped falling, seemingly floating there in midair, or mid-wherever she was, as the colorful streams of light around her all turned violet. The streams then rushed for her body, tying themselves around her, wrapping around her like a constrictor. Melanie screamed in pain, the lights feeling white-hot to the touch, although they did not burn her. She could feel her body softening, like it was becoming some sort of clay, as the lights wove and flew around her. She gasped out, her body now shifting and changing, like her body was being molded by two giant hands, working her like clay. It pulled her hair out, some of the lights going into it, it turning a vibrant pink. From the hair, the invisible hands moved slowly down her body, shaping her, making her beautiful, curvaceous, even a little bit older. Finally, her clothes themselves shifted, becoming a sailor fuku just like what she saw in the mirror. When finally the changes were complete, the burning and molding stopped, leaving Melanie there to float, when she passed out.

When she awoke, she found herself lying on her bed. "Wow, it must have all been just a dream..." She said to herself, getting up. However, that's when her eyes drifted to her vanity, and she saw herself in the mirror. It was the very form she assumed in this 'dream' she had. "Maybe it wasn't a dream..." She mused to herself, looking at her body. "This is kinda cool, though! Look how pretty I am now!" She said to nobody in particular. At that very moment, a sharp pain went through her head, and she reached up, gripping her scalp. It wasn't just any pain, however. With it came an understanding of her abilities, her new self, and what had occurred. She looked at the mirror once more, and nodded. "I see.... I know what I have to do now." She walked to her window, looking out. "I wonder where the other mirror guardians are...."

[Haylie]

The words, "Okay, Mike, you can go home now," were still ringing merrily in Mike's head as he slipped on his Joe Boxer sleeping gear consisting of a plain grey muscle shirt and a pair of long underwear and slumped on the bottom bunk of his bed in his small apartment after a nice, long, hot shower (yet remarkably, his hair was still spiky; some things cannot be explained). The slow spinning of the ceiling fan above him, accompanied by its slow hum, lulled him into a deep sleep.
This didn't last long, however. A sudden dull, but attention-grabbing blue flash startled him from his dreamless slumber like a wasp sting. His first thought was "ghost light". His fears, as far as he knew, were confirmed when he looked out his window to the small point of blue light coming in through the window. He stared wide-eyed as the little light phased right through the slightly dirty glass and stopped not an inch from his nose. Mike didn't dare move, much less try to swat it away, as natural instinct would have him do. Now the he looked a bit closer (as though he had any choice) he noticed a certain crystal-like quality about it, but he didn't remember anything in his books on rocks and minerals about floating diamonds. Suddenly, the crystal gave another flash, then darted into the bathroom, where a brighter glow took its place.
Every fiber of Mike's being was telling him to ignore it and go back to sleep, in the hopes that it was all just a bizarre dream and everything would be exactly the same in the morning, but Mike never was one to listen to instinct. He slowly got out of bed and crept into the small bathroom. The glow came from... the mirror? What's so special about the mirror? he thought. He stepped carefully toward it to get a better look, then quickly recoiled, as if he were inspecting a diamondback snake that tried to take a bite from Mike's nose. Then, against his better judgement, he leaned forward and looked again. It was faint, but he could swear he saw a silver-haired beauty staring back at him.
"W-who are y-you?" The words stumbled from his mouth like a drunk newborn. No answer came, but the girl quickly faded to be replaced by Mike's own reflection. As Mike was going over what medications he had taken that day, his own reflection quickly changed into a raven-haired woman with very large, pointed ears on top of her head.



(So sorry I'm late. I'm going to have to work on the transformation at a later time, when I work out what changes when and where. In the meantime, how's my writing?)

[Garath the Shadowshifter]

(I see nothing wrong with your writing for the exception that you could break it up into paragraphs a bit more.

I'm sure you already know this, but the 'tab' key does not work for making paragraphs on a message board. So what most do, myself included, is when you reach a paragraph, put a space between the old and the new one.

Like this:

Words, words, paragraph here. Maybe talking about kitties. Kitties are very cute, and snuggly. Everyone loves kitties, except for those who don't. I once had a black kitty I called Panther. Too bad I had to leave him behind in the state I use to live in when I moved... That marks the end of this paragraph.

This is the start of the new paragraph. You see how there is that space between the two? That's what I meant. Though if you already knew all this. I'm probably annoying everyone with this example post... Sorry about that everyone. ^_^; )

[Garath the Shadowshifter]

(Experiences such as those have scarred me both mentally and physically. >_>)

"It's all part of the plan, man. Training my night vision and all, y'know?"

Scott tried his best to coolly walk out of the back room so as to save whatever dignity he had left, but his damaged kneecaps would not permit such an act. The best he could do a sort of half limp that made Scott feel even worse about himself. He was already having a bad enough day...

"So, uh... You want to close up the shop? It's getting a little dark outside. Don't want to bump into any unsavory characters while we're heading back home, right? Aheh..."

(Bah, I swear this post wasn't here before. Just did NOT see it...)

Edward laughed. "It's ok Scott. We all make mistakes. Remember that time I absentmindly put in an entire box of dishsoap into the washer? The entire Kitchen looked like it was a storage room of soap bubbles! It took Sandra and I hours to clean it up!"

"As for closing up the shop. Yeah it's about time to head home. Don't worry, I'll give you a ride. (least I think he didnt' have a car?)"

"Besides, you still have the gift in your hands to look forward to."

[Garath the Shadowshifter]

(As for everyone else. I'm sure you're all just busy. But on the chance you are waiting for me to post something to move the game along, I don't have anything. I suggest you either begin posting about exploring what just happened to you. Or have an NPC come in to complicate things. The rules were that you are able to control any NPC, and since I'm not sure what family/friends/etc I give permission to just bring in an NPC as you wish.

I want to wait a while before Rymar makes a move)

[Mistress Guendolen]

(Very sorry, I was away at a gaming con all weekend. Just give me some time to settle my brain and I'll try to give you something, all right?)

[Haylie]

(Uh... Mayhaps we can just skip my transform? I totally forgot about it, sorry)

[Garath the Shadowshifter]

(Uh... Mayhaps we can just skip my transform? I totally forgot about it, sorry)

(Hey, I'm perferctly fine with you just posting "*POOF* My character is transformed. ^_^)

[Haylie]

(Okay, then. Sorry, I got sidetracked several different times)

Mike was suddenly looking at... a wolf? A girl? No, a combination: A seemingly normal young woman of 21 years, but with pointed ears and a mid-sized grey and white tail. His clothes had shifted into what looked like a biker's clothing, consisting of a leather jacket with the sleeves ripped off, a short grey muscle shirt, tight faded-black jeans, and a pair of high-heeled riding boots that came up to her knee. She just stared at herself in her mirror, eyes as wide as the full moon, which was remarkably appropriate.

[Mendi-chan]

((Sorry for my inactivity. I had a massive writers block... and I was playing Battlefield: Bad Company. Oops. >_>))

Jon took a long sigh as he plopped down on his bed, still wreaking of sweat and dirt from the football game earlier in the day. He couldn't help but smile as he thought back to his performance in the game. Now the teen wasn't an arrogant person, but that was the one area where he felt a great deal of pride for his own abilities. Nothing got his adreniline pumping quite as much as breaking away from the last defender to dash into the endzone. He loved what he did on that field, and he did it well.

Of course, he knew his weaknesses as well. And boy, were they causing him problems. He was so close to graduating that he could smell it, but he still didn't have a college locked in place. With his parents dogging him at every turn, he was trying his best to pull his grades up and find some way into the local community college. However, he was meeting with very little success, and now the pressure was getting to him. Sure, he had been talked to by some scouts for an athletic scholarship, but when his tests and grades came into the picture he was told that there was nothing they could do.

With a sigh, he looked over to his bedroom's adjacent bath. Well, no use worrying about it. That won't fix anything., he thought, a saying he tended to repeat to himself an awful lot lately, I'll just take a shower and hit the sack. That'll get my mind off of things. Roughly sixty seconds later the water was running, and Jon was cleaning off. Completely oblivious to the events which about to unfold.

To think, the whole incident would circle around that full body mirror which Jon had received only a week ago from the old lady across the street. Miss Johanson was remodeling her bedroom and decided that she no longer needed that mirror and had given it to the Thompsons as a gift. Not really knowing what to do with it, the mirror ended up in Jon's room due to the room having quite enough space for it (as it rather lacked in any other furniture besides the bed and a small dresser. The teen preferred a rather spartan room).

It happened quite fast, in "the blink of an eye" as one might say. A strange orange crystal-like substance darted through the ceiling, striking the mirror suddenly and causing a brilliant orange glow to fill the room. As the glow fades the mirror seems to slowly turn to a light orangish hue.

((Er... I'll get to the transform next post, I swear! x_X))

[Mistress Guendolen]

For a long time, Maria studied herself. First, just staring at this new reflection in the mirror. Then, tentative exploration. Turning in different directions, tugging the clothes, poking the ears and tail.... Okay, so the last one hurt, as though things were quite definitely attached. That, more than anything else, convinced her this was no crazy dream. Dreams didn't feel like that.... Holy cow. This is real.
She picked up the mirror, studying it. It looked quite innocuous, now; no sign of the reflection, the odd light, anything. Nothing weird about the rim, or the back. The little object looked just as it did the day she had whimsically bought it. Thing was, where had it been, and how had it ended up on top of her dresser?
And most importantly, how had it done... what it did? Then another thought arrived. Could it change her back, too? Was this a one-way ticket, or could she trade forms, like in those magical girl anime shows? Well, only way to know was to try it.
Unconscious of the way her tail was twitching, Maria looked into the mirror. It was still odd, to see that face looking back at her.... And a treacherous little voice whispered, Do you really want to get rid of it? To her mind, at least, it was much prettier than her original one.
No! Stop it stop it! Prettier or no, it wasn't herself. She could hardly go to work with cat features! And looking like she just graduated high school, not college... Screwing her thoughts in place, proverbially, Maria focused on changing back. "Abracadabra! Shazam! Change Sesame!" Nothing. Was it the wrong words? Or... was this permanent?...

[Mystic Mina]

"Yep, I sure do. I don't really feel like opening it up yet, though. I want to build up the suspense, y'know?"

Scott sets his present down on a nearby table and begins to get the shop ready for closing time.

(I don't really know what else to say. I don't have a transformation to keep myself occupied or anything, so.... >_>)

[Garath the Shadowshifter]

(Yeah, sorry man. For things to work the way I'm envisioning them to. I need to wait a while before anything happens with our characters. :/ So we're pretty much stuck waiting for everyone else to post stuff. >_<

Just throwing this out ther peeps. But if you want me to help NPC a character to get the story moving. (say like you want me to RP a mother/sister/brother/whatever to your character. Just give me the guidelines to work with and I'll do it.

Anything is better then this stagnation we are having...)