The Party Chat

Someone deleted my chat! Awwww! Grrr....

Anyway so where were we.....oh yeah! The band finally arrived just in time, and other then the band everyone thinks Ezra's got an "imagimary friend" in truth...it's Andrew.

"Fine," said Ezra, tossing the headphones to Derek. "Take over the DJ booth."

Derekstarts playing Just Dance.

I tried to join this earlier, but my internet got shirty with me.

Name: DCI Andrew Grimmesald.
Looks: Tall and broad-shouldered with sandy blonde hair and pale blue eyes. He has a believeable smile and a very affable air about him.
Personality: He appears to be brave and charming, and intimately trustworthy. People are naturally drawn to him, without knowing why, assuming that they are drawn to his selfless nature and endless kindness. However, these are not true virtues. They are a cunningly affected mask that hide a soul of pure darkness. Grimmesald cares nothing for the lives of others, and is happy to sacrifice everything he loves for a little longer time alive. He is driven at the most basic level by an unquenchable fear of death.
Powers: DCI Grimmesald knows the rituals and incantations needed to access Mirrorworld. Even more worryingly, he has perfected the creation of Mirrorworld Armour, a suit of armour that allows him to step into Mirrorworld without any rituals or incantations. All it requires is blood.
Extra info: Member of the Cult of Erised. Seeker after immortality as a Lord of Mirrorworld. Current owner of the Sundering Sword, a weapon capable of travelling between mirrors or reflecting in a mirror. Missing believed dead by the authorities. Only one living person knows the truth about him, and she is being investigated on the grounds of mental instability. She is DS Sarah Noble.

Hehe Andrew....meet Andrew....Derek meet Derick....

(Who is Derick?)

The DCI smiles thinly and removes his leather gloves as he enters the party. He hasn't taken off the armour made of inscribed mirrors, and so he flashes with writhing reflections as he walks.

(Jelsa's character and the other Derek is psrt of Ezra's band)

"Who's he?" asked Andrew, pointing to the newcommer.

((Cool.))

The DCI casually extends his hand, pushing it into the reflection in the glass door. His hand exits through a reflection at the bar, and removes a bottle of whisky. He draws the hand back and unscrews the bottle.

"There wasn't any whisky," muttered Ezra.

((Ah, crap.))

"There is now." The DCI smiles thinly. "I wanted some."

(Oh well ure mirror world)

"Who is he?!" demanded Andrew, even though he knew he probably wouldn't get an answer.

"DCI Grimmesald." The DCI introduces himself. "Earl of Mirrorworld."

"Ah so he can hear me," said Andrew.

"Mirrorworld? Sounds like he went off the deepend," muttered Eric.

(Eric, Aaron, and Dereck know nothing about what Ezra and Liz can do...or Andrew....so they're pretty much "normal")

"You poor, blinkered fool," smirks Grimmesald. "What do you know of Mirror Magic?"

Ezra gave Liz a look that said-this-guy-is-bad-news- and quickly said, " Whatever. Should we start playing again?"

"You don't believe me, do you?" murmurs Grimmesald. "Here, let me show you."
He draws the sword, and sticks it into the reflection in the door. It reflects like a beam of light, apparently being bent by the glass. he removes it and it straightens out again.

"I never said I didn't believe you," Ezra said quietly loud enough so only Grimmesald could hear.

"Woah! Cool trick!" exclaimed Derek.

"No, you look like you know something."

"Who me?!" said Ezra with slight alarm in his voice.

The DCI shrugs and smirks "yes, you. You know more about the Other than your idiot friends here."

"They're not idoits!" Ezra shouted.

"Dude, what's he talking about?" asked Aaron.

"Nothing," shot Ezra.

"They're blind to the world, aren't they?" says Grimmesald. "But you and I... We know there is more than what we can see. They will never know that until their pathetic lives are snuffed out. But we could rule together from Mirrorworld."

"Actually, I'm not the only one here," said Ezra. "And normally it's more than what they can see..."

"Of course not," replies Grimmesald. "There's your ghostly companion for starters. I can't see him, but I hear him talking and he moves loudly through the air."

"He's not my friend and there's Liz, too. I don't want them to die."

"All people die eventually," says Grimmesald. "But I won't."