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[fiteclub]

[For those of you still wondering what those fancy hand mirrors were for, well, it looks like there's no need to wonder that much longer.]

A mirror will let me see... Mon, what's that even supposed to mean?

[The comment itself is half muttered, not quite fully voiced aloud, but still readily audible as the visuals change, swerving from half tilted to the sky before it is aimed in the direction of the face of a black teenager, who upon getting a look at herself immediately tries to carefully comb a few leaves and twigs out of the curling mass of hair held off her shoulders in a ponytail, before giving up.]

I guess it'll come in use later.

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[prisonerofsasskaban]

[It's hard to ignore a voice coming from seemingly nowhere. Sirius finds the source immediately. He holds it up.

A more considerate man might consider the effects of a young girl suddenly seeing a man in her mirror, especially one as malnourished and sickly looking as he is. Sirius is not a very thoughtful person.]

So that's what this is. A two-way mirror.

[awfulcer]

[Dixon hasn't spent much time with the ornate mirror. It isn't immediately interesting like the shield, nor does it appear to have much value besides reminding him how half his face is covered in burn scars. So he has it tucked in his back pocket and has all but forgotten about it as he tries to hack up some wood with the sharp edge of his shield for their campfire. He isn't doing it with any sense of technique, more just working out some frustrations into a bunch of woodchips that were once a felled tree.

The sound of someone speaking from directly behind (and a little bit below) him makes him startle, and he takes a second to realize where the sound came from and whip the mirror out.]

What the hell is this? Who the hell are you? How'd you get this... [number?]...thing to turn on?

[He's never seen this girl before in his life, and, through no fault of her own, he's immediately set to dislike her for interrupting his breaking-shit-therapy-hour.]

[the_hit_list]

[ Tim has been examining the mirror off and on as he finds quiet moments in the temple, but between searching the temple for things to coax into usefulness and surreptiously watching Kon, this is only the third time he's glanced at the thing. He just gets lucky enough to catch Anita in the silvered glass. ]

Or it can come in use now.

[ He looks as surprised as he sounds. 'Communication device' might have crossed his mind as one of those wildly inventive, throw every paper towel of an idea at the wall to see what sticks ideas, but he wasn't expecting it to stick. ]

[followingdawn]

[ Oh.

Oh, so that's what it's for. Didn't the dragons have something like that back home? Stones, not mirrors, but... ]

Wow. I'm so glad we can keep track of each other even if someone manages to wander a whole fifty feet away from the group.

[ ...yeah, it seems kind of pointless when they can't get away from each other even if they want to. ]

[coiledscales]

It's magic, my dear girl.

[ So says Alacruun. He's still figuring out how to carry all of his stuff, but he knows enough about magic to 'get' the whole mirror thing. Anyway, she's treated to a flash of grey skin and horns and an arched eyebrow. ]

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[dirtyredneck]

It's a mirror. It lets you see. Usually yerself. What's hard to understand about it?

[Daryl's voice, gruff and cigarette roughened, came through the mirror, but the only his voice. The reflection given was still Anita's.]

[loadme]

Oh, well that's pretty handy.

Thanks for letting the rest of us find out!

[suckitblue]

Well I'm glad we know what that's for, now.

I was leaning "mysterious prophecy item we'll find out about when the time is right."

[ Not being good at things at least doesn't preclude him from having some genre savvy. ]

I'm Simmons. There are even more of us, you'll see.