22 October 2014 @ 09:52 pm
ic contact  



This is the voice of doctor Victor Frankenstein.

If you require me, I recommend other means of reaching me than these devices. You may leave a message at room 10-1. I will nevertheless try to keep apprised of communication by this method.
 
 
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Kol Mikaelson: I'm a fucking monster[personal profile] sanguinius on May 18th, 2015 06:47 am (UTC)
on his mirror
Did the witch find what he was looking for?
Victor Frankenstein: ☠ treads but once a year[personal profile] lifeskills on May 19th, 2015 09:28 pm (UTC)
CREEPY
[Startlingly, he finds writing on his personal mirrors one day without warning. A message written on the wrong side of the glass in bold, conspicuous red lettering. Meant to be seen. And meant for him, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

He'd heard whispers that the mirror world from Lewis Carroll's sequel had taken on reality here, but he'd never seen any evidence of it...

Was this a sign, then? A sign of some other entity writing to him from the other side? The idea sends a crawling sensation up his spine, more than just the thought of someone breaking into his rooms. "The witch"... That had to be Kol Mikaelson, didn't it? What other witches did he know of who had been on a search recently?

But who was asking? Who else could have known?

As he half-expects, rubbing the mirror's surface does nothing to smear the letters. Answering certainly doesn't strike him as an option, even if he'd wanted to make contact with whatever it is that had vandalized the mirror in the first place.]
Kol Mikaelson[personal profile] sanguinius on May 19th, 2015 09:47 pm (UTC)
<:
[ What Victor will return to is a similar message on both mirrors once again. ]



I'm not fond of being ignored.
Victor Frankenstein: ☠ draw the last spirit[personal profile] lifeskills on May 19th, 2015 11:28 pm (UTC)
MORE CREEPY
[In the time between examining his mirror carefully and waiting to see what becomes of the original message, another appears in its place the next time he looks. If there was a question what the anonymous author had been using to pen his note, it's been answered. Victor's seen enough blood to recognize its consistency.

Blood. One might think writing in it is as cliche as horror tropes get, but when it's on his mirror in his room while he's alone, it's effective way to freeze him in uncertainty.

It wants communication, but... how?

Write on the glass in kind?

He can hear his breath pick up. Not being able to see who owns the ghostly hand of his messenger is fear of the unknown in its purest definition, the realization that something looms near but having no means to identify it. Nerves don't keep him from taking two steps closer, then two more, close enough to touch the glass again.

He touches the hand print with his fingertips, expecting residue to rub off on them. It's just a mirror, but potentially so much more than that.]
Kol Mikaelson: What have I become[personal profile] sanguinius on May 19th, 2015 11:50 pm (UTC)
this is like a scene right out of penny dreadful jfc
[ What Victor's fingertips will come in contact with feels just like any other hand, warm, but slick with blood, and it seems to reach back. The movement isn't hostile, instead, slender red stained fingers wedge themselves between his own fingers, as if it were some romantic gesture of intertwining their fingers, but then the hand moves at an angle, wrapping bloody fingers around the once clean ones, sliding down them until they're sufficiently coated in blood.

In all honesty, what should worry Victor the most, other than the un-explainable hand reaching out to touch his in and oddly gentle gesture, was the fact that it's dripping in blood.

The doctor - despite all the blood - should easily be able to identify the hand as an adult male.

The unknown hand allows the pads of its fingers to slide against Victor's palm before withdrawing only to be a gentle force against Victor's own hand from the other side of the mirror.
]
Victor Frankenstein: ☠ and all the place[personal profile] lifeskills on May 20th, 2015 01:47 am (UTC)
thanks for making him feel at home, bro
[It's alive.

He misses the irony of thinking those particular words to himself in his shock at finding the mirror is becoming something other than just a mirror. A soft, fleshy something. It's alive, and it's right there.

Victor gasps, but Kol is too quick for him to snatch his hand back in time. Another hand grabs his, encasing it in a wet grip. He feels all the hair on his body rise in horror.

This is not okay.]


God!

[For one dizzying moment, he's afraid the other intends him harm, but the hold loosens, the hand retreats, and Victor is free to cradle his wrist where the blood hasn't reached, biting back a groan. A scare tactic, he surmises in the quiet that follows, a quiet permeated only by his panicked breathing. He looks down to see nothing but blood. Fresh blood, all over his hand.

Almost too afraid to take his eyes off the mirror now that he knows it's not an impermeable barrier between him and it--no, him--he staggers back, fighting for calm.

The mirror is just a mirror again. For how long, though? And what's next to come?

Taking up water and a rag, he cleans himself off, sneaking glances at the mirror until the water in the basin turns pink. Getting near its surface again is out of the question, obviously, but yet... He can do something that doesn't require him to find his voice and speak to his attacker (malevolent or merely mischievous?)

He searches for pen and paper, surprised his hands don't shake after a start like that. Then he slowly holds it up a few feet in front of the mirror where it's visible to anyone lurking behind it.]


Human blood?
Kol Mikaelson: Your love not enough[personal profile] sanguinius on May 20th, 2015 02:27 am (UTC)
its what im here for man
[ Whatever is behind the mirror seems to wait, watching, because the moment the Doctor holds up the message to him, the blood on the other side of the mirror is wiped away with something, only for a new message to be writ in the mostly clean space. ]

Did the witch find what he was looking for?

[ Whoever it is doesn't seem to intend on answering any questions until his own is answered. The mirror doesn't stay a mirror for very long though, enough time to allow Victor to read the question before once again, Kol's reaching through the mirror. This time, all the way out to his elbow reaches through - covered from the tips of his fingers to his elbow in blood.

His grasp isn't at Victor this time, it's at one of the unlit candles on the closest shelf to him. He manages to grab it, only for it to slip from his hand on the way back to the mirror. The way the limb pauses, makes it clear that that had not been the intended outcome...

So he withdraws again, adding another message below his question:
]

Help.

[ Not like you want that bloody candle anymore anyway, right? ]

Edited (AGGRESSIVELY KEEPS EDITING THIS UNTIL I FIGURE OUT WHY IT'S NOT RED) 2015-05-21 08:55 pm (UTC)
Victor Frankenstein: ☠ made by the goats and deer[personal profile] lifeskills on May 27th, 2015 11:30 pm (UTC)
bless you
[It's hair-raising to watch someone make contact with his mirror, but also somewhat hypnotic. A part of him would almost disbelieve it's happening, if not for the remembered feeling of that blood on his own hand.

To Victor's consternation, the same message is repeated, but the writer no longer seems content to leave it just at that. He watches the same hand reach through a second time, reaching for one of the items on his shelves. The act isn't as unsettling as the uncertainty over what the person wants. To scare him? To prove it can interact with this side?

He releases an audible breath at the four letters that appear under the others.

... Or is it lure him closer to the mirror again?

Absolutely not. If the entities on the other side use the glass to watch this one, Victor hopes his troublesome guest can see the way his brows flatten out with resolve not to let one scare dictate the course of this entire exchange.]


What's stopping you from getting it yourself?

[If they can see, perhaps they can also hear.]