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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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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.

"I don't know." It was true, Seiya herself hadn't even seen the little girl in the mirror. At any moment, providing a reflection nearby, her life could be in danger. Seiya peered up between her arms at him, looking quite a bit like a helpless child. "We should talk to Miho-chan. She's really smart when it comes to making decisions."

"Miho-san? Uhh... Hmm. She was with me on the elevator, and there was more later on in the apartment... That means she's seen the stuff, too." Gregory shrugged; that felt like it was worth noting. It might make her decision easier, too! He wasn't quite sure if Seiya meant they should visit her now, though. "Sooner rather than later, I guess? But, uhh... Jeesh." Greg shivered; he didn't feel very safe anymore. If it happened to her, who's to say it wouldn't be the same for him? Or anyone, really, his dad or teachers or anyone! "This is really bad."

"Extremely. I'll call her and have her meet us outside her place." Seiya nodded, whipping out her cell phone and dialing Miho's number. If anyone could help sort Seiya's thoughts, it would be her best friend.

((want me to make a thread for us three?))

"Oh! Sure, all right then. Let me get my bag..." Surprisingly, it hadn't been stolen yet. Greg came from a place where leaving something unattended for more than a few minutes put it in danger, though it seemed a lot more trustworthy here... Especially in this specific place, despite the fact that he'd nailed some poor woman with ice. His drink was still in there, albeit warm, and the game card as well! How nice. The boy picked it up and then slid the can of cherry soda out, intent to drink it before it got too lukewarm.

He returned to Seiya after she'd finished the phone call, inclining his head as if to ask if their meeting was on. It most certainly was, and he nodded firmly before following her out.

(( Sure! Sounds like a plan. ))

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