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(OOC: A loose post to just kind of get the hang of things and test the waters c:)

It was the beginning of yet another school term. Seiya stood in her family's store, sweeping the tile as time seemed to stands still. Yamada Mart had become a staple of their little area, yet the rate of customers was dwindling. Blaming it on local crime seemed cliche, yet Seiya couldn't help but wonder if the two were related. Setting her broom aside, she went to restock the shelves, eyeing the clock. Better opportunities awaited at quittin' time. The bell above the door chimed, causing her to turn and give a small bow. "Welcome to Yamada Mart." Halfheartedly, she turned back to her work, sighing.

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Oh. Well, to be fair, that sounded a lot worse than his little experience. "A... Huh. Hmm..." Greg's eyebrows furrowed, and he finally glanced around. It didn't look like anyone actually cared about their conversation, but then leaning back and away now would be weird. He was trapped! "That's... Weird. I, uh... Well, I've seen something weird in a mirror, I think. Just a few days ago, actually." The boy sounded a little nervous just talking about it, to be honest.

"Wait, really?" Seiya looked genuinely interested, folding her hands together. She blinked rapidly, leaning a bit closer, "Tell me! Tell me everything. Spare not one detail."

That got quite a reaction, didn't it? He had a feeling Seiya might end up disappointed, though! It certainly wasn't black smoke and whatever she might've seen, at any rate. "Well, it's not really that, uhh... You remember the storm a few days ago? I ended up going home with Miho-san, and her apartment building's got this freaky elevator... Mirrors for walls, I dunno who'd design that." Even without the strange occurrence, that really was a freaky choice of decor. "Anyway, on our way up the power went out and we ended up stuck for a minute or two... My phone was messing up, too, but that's not really important." At least, he didn't think so.

Greg glanced up while he thought of how best to describe what came next. It was obviously not normal, but how does one describe... A different reflection? It didn't help that he wasn't perfectly fluent. "It, uhhh... When the lights came back on, it was only for a second. I caught my reflection sort of... Moving? It didn't match up. With me, that is. I blinked and it was gone, though, so... I figured it was just my head." Wow, he'd talked a lot. More than he'd spoken to anyone in a while, actually. "I hope that makes sense."

Hanging on every word, she sipped her soda eagerly. It seemed to match up with a lot of what she'd heard. Seiya clasped her hands together, nodding as if she'd made some unspoken decision. "Maybe..."

It was far-fetched, but Seiya always trusted her gut. She stood up quickly, heading towards the bathroom. "Come on, G-kun, step lightly!"

Well... She'd believed him, so that was good. Greg hadn't exactly expected her not to, given she'd mentioned a similar story, but there was still a small doubt. Wait, now she was getting up! "Huhm? Where are you-- Uhh, coming..!" Seiya was certainly in a hurry all of a sudden! The boy stood up from his seat in the booth and followed, though not quite as quickly.

He caught up with her outside of the bathrooms, of course, hands in his pockets and eyebrows scrunched up a little bit. "Look, Seiya-san, I'm not about to go in the womens' bathroom or anything for an experiment..."

"Oh shoosh." She hooked their arms, yanking him through the door anyway. Seiya certainly wouldn't take "no" for an answer now. The bathroom was deserted, and thankfully a single. Releasing his arm, she turned and locked the door.

"And what do you mean by 'experiment'? I'm older than you, remember?" Huffing, she folded her arms, her reflection mimicking her like normal. "We're here for the mirror, duh."

"Hey--!" In they went, and there was a brief moment of panic until he realized that the bathroom wasn't like he'd expected. Okay, so that wasn't as bad-- What? "Uhh..! That's not what I meant, Seiya-san, it was-- I figured it was for the mirror, I probably used the wrong word." The boy coughed quietly, now he was a little embarrassed, and then finally took a look around the bathroom. "Are you sure this is a good idea, uh, regardless? You made it sound pretty dangerous." Dangerous enough that he was actively avoiding looking into the mirror, in fact! Greg was a little spooked.

"Oh." She just laughed it off, expression turning serious again. Seiya felt that familiar banging in her head again, hand outstretching without her say so. The icy smooth surface of the mirror called to her, and her fingertips made contact. Her reflection rippled as if she'd touched a pool of crystal clear water. "Whoah..."

Greg's eyebrows lifted while he watched on... The girl seemed transfixed, oddly enough, and he cleared his throat. "Uhh, what're you--" The mirror rippled and he paused, staring in disbelief for a moment. "Wh.. Uh, hey, that doesn't look too safe..!" Whatever was happening, it definitely wasn't normal! Gregory grabbed onto one of Seiya's arms, despite the fact that he wasn't a fan of physical contact, as she seemed like the type who'd try to smash her face into the thing next.

"This doesn't really feel safe..!"

"What do you mean, not safe?"

The voice belonging to the words wasn't Seiya's. In fact, her lips didn't move. There, in the rippling reflection, a little girl stood, staring out at him with wide eyes. She looked like what one would assume Seiya looked like at 10. The little girl seemed frightened, staring quickly between Greg and Seiya.

The boy noticed quickly that the words weren't coming from where he'd expected, and thankfully his first instinct was to check the mirror. His eyes went a little wide with the realization, and then he was stuck looking between the two of them with lips parted in a decidedly shocked expression. "Uhhhh..." Greg's eyebrows furrowed and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Who in the hell are you?"

"Ooooh you said a swear..." Her expression was shocked, but her voice seemed apathetic. The little girl folded her arms, "Tell her to let me out."

Black fog began to bubble at the edges of the mirror. Seiya herself began to tense, trying to yank her hand away to no avail.

He was about to, but the sudden dark misty show was more than enough to convince him that it was probably a bad idea. "Uh... N-No, I'm not gonna-- Don't let it out, all right?" Not that Greg was even sure how to prevent that from happening, at this point. He considered calling for help; that Jumbo character had seemed reliable enough, but leaving Seiya alone here to do that was probably a terrible idea by all means. Especially now that she looked a little scared!

"What do you want? Who are you, even?" It was worth a shot!

"I am a shad--"

"AUGH!" Seiya's hand jerked free as she stumbled back, crashing into the handicapped bar. She scowled, looking up at Greg, "Ow!"

The little girl looked unbelievably angry as the rippling seemed to erase in a quick ugly slurp, the mist following.

The boy jumped back as soon as she pulled free, the back of his knees hitting the toilet. The rest of Greg fell down after, landing with a thump on the (thankfully down) seat and staring with quite a lot of disbelief at Seiya. "What was that? Who was that? Are you all right? Did it hurt?" He scrambled up after a moment to get a little closer and look her over.

Seiya grunted, clutching her side. Rolling up her shirt, a large black bruise was already beginning to form. Furious, she whipped her shoe off and threw it at the mirror. It hit the glass but simply bounced.

"I don't know, no, yes."

"Whoa--!" He ducked to the side with that shoe suddenly in the air, and craned his neck to see it smack into the mirror and bounce off uselessly. When Gregory turned back, he caught sight of the bruise. "Holy shit..!" That thought was vocalized immediately, and then he looked a little panicked. "Do you need-- Oh, man..." He rubbed at his forehead, now quite stressed, and then glanced back to the mirror. Everything seemed okay, now... "Sorry. I probably should have pulled you away, it was just..!"

Scowling, she kicked the bathroom door open, hobbling out. Pausing, Seiya leaned back in, watching him, "C'mon, don't stay in there." She seemed more concerned than upset, and the odds of her holding this against him seemed extremely slim.

"Jumbo! I need ice!"

Jumbo filled a little baggy with ice cubes, offering it to her.

Seiya took it, holding it to her bruise.

"Right..! Yeah, okay. I'm good..." Not that he was the one hurt, here. Greg followed her out while rubbing the back of his neck, and shot one glance back at the mirror before closing the door. That really just happened! The door shut with a click and then he followed Seiya out to the front. This looked bad, didn't it? Two people of opposite genders go into the bathroom, and out they come with the woman injured... Hah! Heh. Hmm. Gregory coughed at that thought, then took a seat near the girl to focus a vaguely concerned look on her. "Does it hurt a lot..? Errk..."

"Nnngh." Nose scrunching, she leaned to her side, holding the ice there uncomfortably. "Yeah. I hit it hard." Seiya looked him up and down, checking for any visible wounds. "Are you alright? What did you see?"

"Uhhh... You mean you didn't? See, that is." How was he going to explain exactly what he saw..? Urrghh. "Well, it was like... Uh... It looked like you, only younger..." Greg rubbed the back of his neck, trying to recall. Everything seemed like a blur, actually, probably because he was more than a little panicked at the time. "It-- Or you, little you, whatever. It said to tell you to let it out, but that seemed like a bad idea, so... You fell backward after that. That's about it, uh, I think."

"Oh..." Seiya nodded, accepting this. She rested her head on the table, pouting a bit. Here she was, banged up, and everything was starting to become all too real.

"Just me?"

"What do you mean-- Oh, uh, I wasn't there. If that's what you were asking. In the... Reflection, that is." The reality of this was starting to set in with poor Gregory, too, and it was... Pretty fucked up, actually. Was that a constant danger? What if Seiya was alone next time? He rubbed at the bridge of his nose with a thoughtful look. "Is... Do we... Should we tell someone? Is there anyone... To even... Mrrf."

"No." Eyes slipping shut, she let herself just breathe at the table. The cool surface was a relief, and so she lingered. "No one will believe us. You saw how they looked at me."

It was true, even the police had laughed it off.

Gregory sighed... She was right, yeah. He hadn't even really believed her at first, so he was guilty of the same. "That... Uh, yeah, that's true. What if it happens again?" The boy rubbed the back of his neck, eyebrows in. "Like, when no one's around. You seemed a little... Out of it, when it was happening, so." He doubted that Seiya had the answer to that question, but it was worth bringing to her attention regardless. This was quite a situation! Even he wasn't technically safe.