She spun around in the department store mirror; trying a few sparring punches with a pair of mixed martial arts gloves. “Nice.” She said quietly. After a few amateur poses, she decided she couldn’t afford them. Putting the gloves back, Karen Fox glanced around the store and realized she was alone. Well, not entirely alone, but the group of girls she entered with were most definitely not around. There was a heavy set woman, who perused fitness clothes, a young dark-haired girl and a couple with a young child in the kid’s outdoor equipment. The store clerk was mindlessly working away. Karen’s head darted around looking for her friends. She knew they were with her when she walked in… or at least she thought they were.
She sighed. She had wanted to try on a few clothes in the dressing room, but didn’t intend to get separated from her friends. Scrunching up her nose in frustration, she turned towards the exit to find her entourage, when something caught her attention – a movement in the mirror. Flicking her eyes towards it, she saw nothing. She glanced in the other direction and suddenly realized she was completely alone in the store. Strange, she thought. Then with a glinting, shimmer it happened again from the direction of the mirror.
She glowered as she gazed again into the nearby mirror. Surely her imagination was conjuring up the façade of what looked to be a hazy mist in the reflection. Again, she glanced backwards… nothing. The store seemed harmlessly indifferent, yet still eerily empty. “Hello?” She called out. There was no response. Her instinct took over and she turned to leave quickly, bumping into the mirror. The reflection rippled like water.
Karen’s eyes widened in wonder. “What in the…?” Slowly, she paused and reached cautiously towards the illusion. Her hand touched the surface of the mirror and to her horrific surprise, it passed through effortlessly. She gasped while trying to scream and pull back. Her arm was caught. She pulled, but the harder she pulled, the more her arm sunk into the mirror. A soundless scream emptied from her lungs as her body entered shoulder length, then her neck and leg, her head…
Slade Wilson peered through the scope of a long-range sniper rifle. Several times, he tried to clear the strange rippling effect that was clouding its eyehole, to no avail. He huffed, and reached to unscrew the piece to replace it. His jumped back slightly as his finger became stuck in the eyehole. Within seconds, his entire body passed impossibly through the smallish eyehole like some children’s cartoon, “Someone is going to paaaaaaa…..” and he was gone.
In other worlds…
John Allerdyce, the mutant known as Pyro, raged with a controlled chaos at the incoming police force. Even the pouring rain couldn’t smother his fury. He roared, stepped back and fell into a puddle and vanished.
In yet another place…
“YEAH CHIMICHANGA!” Wade Wilson squealed aloud. Picking up the dead body next to him, he propped its head up like a puppet.
“Hey man, you going to share some of that?” he voiced the dead man’s lips like a ventriloquist. Deadpool looked at him absent mindedly as a thick fog entered the room. Wade turned his head and addressed… ME?
“Yeah you! If you think I’m falling for this badly written space/time warp continuum Star Trek hoo haa, you got another thing comin…” The mercenary raised his katana at…well…at me? Before he could finish, he was gone. Sorry guys, I didn’t have time for that. I have an RP to do.
Finally, we begin…
An old wizened sorcerer paced back and forth in a corner of an enormous great hall; standing sagely by his side, an ornately dressed, slender man with pointed ears. As he did so, dozens of strangers filled his room; pouring from mystical doorways. The commotion was mind-numbing as outsiders of all sorts streamed into his court. As they didn’t acknowledge him as the keeper of the residence and most of the incoming crowd was diverse to say the least, he was mostly ignored as they shouted in confusion and clamored for attention. He looked up with a squinting eye and noticed a young girl wearing boxing gloves stepping through a mirror and into the room. A man oddly garbed in dark attire with a Bat insignia on his chest appeared in a puff of smoke. Likewise, two loudly dressed men adorned with a plethora of odd, assorted things that looked to be very dangerous came in fiercely. One of them was talking to his sword. Yet, the old wizard recognized a well-honed blade anywhere. He snorted in derision and continued pacing.
Elrond turned with a highly arched eyebrow and looked at Gandalf. “Are you sure this is a…” he scowled at the peculiar assortment of characters that entered their great hall, “…a good idea?” Gandalf blew a puff of smoke from his pipe, “I don’t know. But what do we ever know in these times of trial and tribulation.” He exhaled as the crowd began to grow tense. “It is time to close the portals.” Elrond said. “Very well.” Gandalf raised his arms with staff in hand. With a few loud boisterous incantation, the portals bringing the strangers in closed. Nothing changed in the room as none noticed the spell’s alteration. The disordered tempo of the hall continued unbroken. “Your concealing spell is working well, my old friend.” Gandalf nodded slightly, but a look of concern drew upon his face. “You are worried about the Elvin enchantments on this hall Gandalf.” Elrond asks the old wizard. He smirks and leans heavy on his staff, “The power of your spells, I have no fear of… but the malevolence radiating from some of these individuals is astronomical to say the least.” Elrond takes a deep breath, “To say the least. Well then, what now?”
Gandalf also breathes in deeply, “We watch them, and we wait. The spell lured whom it would lure; it is not for us to question, but for us to choose.”
“Then we wait and we choose, but we must do it quickly for the Enemy waits on no one.”
(OOC: Okay guys, you are somewhere. You don’t know where, you have been brought here by who knows what. All that participate are here as well as some regular folks from different universes. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you all, Elrond and Gandalf of Lord of the Rings are in the corner under a concealing spell, watching you all. Have fun till I return. The game is afoot, what will you do in this big Hall? Try not to kill each other. If you have any questions, ask me in the Planning topic.)