MISSION IMPOSSIBLE // private, Agent Oprah

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    JULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER



    Find Oprah. She has a mirror in her room in DarkCkan.
    Olive's words rang through Julian's mind as he used what little ability he had to search for the right mirror, skimming between various reflective surfaces as he searched for her. With time he soon located DarkClan and from there he jumped to what seemed to be the right mirror. Peering through the mirror he could identify a room on the other side, surely this must be correct, right?
    "?olleH"
    He would call out, hoping someone would come over, as bizarre as the situation was.


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    Oprah had been reading when she heard a whoosh and a backwards "hello?" Like Olive, she too knew backwards talk--she had spoken it once, just made everything sound like she was speaking forwards when she was speaking backwards...it was exhausting. And confusing.


    "Hello? Who are you?" she inquired, padding over to the mirror that hung in her room. In it she could see a long skinny dog, like a greyhound. What a unique look, she thought.

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    JULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER



    Ah! This must be Oprah, the fact that she seemed to decipher the language of mirrors with ease helped to confirm his suspicions.
    ".pleh ruoy deen eW .uoy dnif ot em tnes O .sM ,nailuJ si eman yM"
    He explained, waiting to see what her reaction would be before going into further detail.


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    Ms. O? Olive. Agent Olive. She must have sent him, she thought blinking her brown optics. "What happened? Why are you stuck in a mirror?" she barked, tilting her head to one side.

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    JULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER



    ".rewop sih gnilaets fo snoitnetni eht htiw rehpiC lliB nwod gnitnuh s'eh dna tfiR eht ni moor a ni O sM deppart dna depacse fles live ym ,mlaeR wodahS eht ni kcuts yllautca m'I"
    Julian explained, nearly in tears already as he thought over the nightmare of the situation they had found themselves in.


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    She listened. The...Shadow Realm? What was that? It quickly flew over her head when Julian spoke of...her former agent trapped in a room by Julian's evil side?! She blinked. That wasn't good. But she had the confidence Olive would pull herself out eventually.


    He went on to say that he was hunting down Bill Cipher for his...power. Bill. The one who had snapped her tail in two. Oprah had faced him before many times in combat, and she knew he was a powerful being, if not the most powerful. "I see. Tell me more about your evil self. His name, what his goal is, how in the world he plans to find Bill Cipher. I want to know everything." Her tone was commanding, her eyes steely. No way was she going to help Bill Cipher until she was well convinced.

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    JULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER



    ".letraC eht ot gniog si eH .dlrow ruo otni mlaeR siht morf stsaeb gnirb ot smia eh kniht I ...dnA . kniht I ,snalc eht reuqnoc ot stnaw eH .nailuohG eman eht yb seog eH .nailuohG"
    Julian replied, trying his best to recall what he knew and his theories.


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    The wolf cocked her head. Ghoulian? Not a bad pun. But this was no time for jokes. He...the Cartel? Oprah wasn't super-familiar with the Cartel, but oh well. She would go there anyway.


    "Taking over the Clans...? With beasts?" Whatever they were, they didn't sound like very good beasts. And she didn't even need to ask for specification. "I see. Is there anyway to get you...out of the mirror? Perhaps by walking through it like I once did?" Or maybe there was some way to get Julian out without trapping Ghoulian in...if the first plan didn't work.

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    JULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER



    ".emit emas eht ta mlaer emas eht ni tsixe t'nac eW .sretne nailuohG sselnu tuo teg t'nac I"
    At least that's how things had been explained to Julian anyway. Though whether they could exist at the same time or not was yet to be tested. But getting Ghoulian to enter a mirror would be challenging.


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    She paused. Hmm, he was right: getting Ghoulian to enter the mirror would be challenging. She looked around her room and found a handheld mirror, a portable one. "Okay, here's what I'm thinking. I'm going to go to the Cartel and question them about Bill and warn them of Ghoulian. While I'm at it, I'll hit up some powerful Anti-Clans--ShadowClan, BoneClan, ColouredClan--and warn them in case Ghoulian strikes there. Is there any way you can come along? Or are you stuck in one mirror?" She blinked.

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    JULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER



    Julian nodded his head as he listened to her plan and it seemed like their best bet. Turning his attention to the handheld mirror he closed his connection to the main mirror before reappearing in the smaller one, now staring at Oprah again.
    ".era uoy nehw og ot ydaer m'I .rorrim elgnis a ot deppart ton m'I ,oN"


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    She took a deep breath. This was happening. It was really happening. "All right, let's head out." And with that she would grasp the mirror's handle in her mouth, open the door, and sprint out to the base, off to the Cartel.


    (I'll tag you in the thread when I make it)

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