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[byrightsinhell]

Who: Lucius and YOU?
What: Work and thinking
Where: Out and about in the city
When: Any time today (specify time of day)
Notes: He can conceivably be a great many places, hit me up in PM if you are unsure.
Warnings: None yet.

Lucius is still doing ward-work, if with a bit less urgency than he had during the plague. Still, Hellsing has plenty of work for him, and even if he'd never admit to enjoying the necessity of working, he was grateful for both the activity and for the legitimate excuse to cover a lot of ground. He still has his ears open for ways out that didn't involve fog and/or insanity; while the house he's moved into with Narcissa is adequate, it wasn't home, and Draco needed them.

A desire to get away from his sister-in-law surely had nothing to do with it.

He's also worried about the younger Narcissa. He's not sure precisely what to do with or for her anymore, but he doesn't want her to feel alone. She's not his wife, but she's still Narcissa.

Still. For now, wards gave him something to do. And he found that he actually enjoyed the challenge of having to innovate. He'll need to discuss it with LeMat, or maybe even Koenig, later; he hadn't improvised so much spellwork before, and he was finding it unexpectedly engaging.

Mirror, Mirror

[coffeeking]

Who: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, TBD
What: Thus begins this crazy plot.
Where: Jack and Ianto's fantabulous Victorian Duplex
When: Morning
Notes: This is the beginning of a Flyside-based plot involving a small number of characters and some NPCs, but it's by no means exclusive. If your character lives in Flyside or you just want to be involved in the plot somehow, feel free to drop one of us a line.
Warnings: General warning for Jack Harkness. Also warnings for mild but disturbing imagery including the mutilation and death of children.

Remodeling a house was no easy prospect, even when the remodeling was relatively minor. Removing a wall and installing new fixtures could take a lot out of a man, and so it was with a yawn that Ianto woke, stretching sore muscles after a long and satisfying slumber. It was no surprise Jack was no longer laid out next to him, the immortal man very rarely sleeping longer than Ianto, but the other side of the bed was still warm. Noises were coming from downstairs, presumably the kitchen, and that meant there was a possibility of breakfast sometime in the near future. Urged by both stomach and an aching bladder, Ianto reluctantly rolled off the comfortable mattress and made for the bathroom.

Once relieved, he blearily washed his hands and then splashed some water on his face to help him further join the land of the living. Glancing up at his reflection in the mirror, he was met instead by cold, dead eyes and dark skin in a halo of polished metal, the room awash in blood and the whine of saws competing with the terrible, shrieking sounds of human agony.

His Lisa. No. Not his Lisa, but the Cyberman, wearing Lisa's body, and the people in the conversion chambers were children and one of them was Mica. She was screaming for her mother as Lisa held her flailing limbs and strapped her in--

With a startled, terrified shout, Ianto reacted, grabbing the nearest heavy object -- the ceramic toothbrush holder -- and threw it forcefully at the vision. He didn't remember he'd been looking into a mirror until it shattered violently.

Flying shards cut into him, shallow, stinging scratches of little consequence, but they succeeded in reconnecting him to reality with a gasp. He stumbled back, hit the wall, and felt his legs go out from under him as he slid down abruptly. His eyes were locked to the fragments as he numbly wondered what in the hell just happened.