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[Letting the person look around, Moros would still stand there, before answering with a monotone voice.] "Well, for one you are in a Mirror. and for your second question i just.. stumbled upon you, though it was more of the mirror than yourself. Say aren't you... Upstairs? i believe i saw you looking at plants...." - 🐦‍⬛🪽

"Plants? I haven't studied botany in years.. I gave up on that dream years ago" They appeared almost confused. "I mean, I know I am in a mirror. I made this realm so than I could escape." Finley would look away for a moment, muttering something about destroying something. They would return their gaze to you. "Where are you right now?" They would ask, prying. "Do you know where you are? When you are? What universe you are existing in at this current time?"

For some reason, this Finely seems to be a little knowledge crazy-

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[Staring at the mirror would be a Tall, Well dressed figure in all black, the only bit of color coming from their face as it is covered by a skull mask.]

"Ah.. I'm.. friend of a friend of a friend. Call me Moros. Say, what are you doing in such an object?"

Their face would visibly grimace at your answer, or lack thereof. Examining the space around them. "What exactly do you mean by object?" Their eyes would focus behind you. Examining the space that you are in, before returning to you. They would approach you, remaining inside the mirror. "How did you find me? No one should have access to this place. I made sure of that." As Finley approached, their face details became more apparent. They had bags under their eyes, a lot of stress lines and some stands of their hair were gray. They still looked pretty young, maybe 27? 28?

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[Looking at the colors I'd press the muddy looking one, gazing at the mirror]

Looking in the mirror, you don't see yourself in the reflection anymore. You see Finley Sawyer.. Or at least what you assume is Finley. Last you checked she was over in the library part of the archive reading about plants. There is something different about the Finley that is in front of you however. They seem much more calculated and put together than the Finley you know. Their hair is in a tight bun, rather than their usual loose ponytail. After a moment, Finley turns towards you. They stare for a moment, trying to understand what exactly is happening. "Who.. are you?" They would ask. Their tone of voice a lot steadier than it usually is.

How do you respond?

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[Glancing at them all, I'd press the paint palette panel]

As you touch the mirror, the glass seems to ripple. Like you threw a stone in a puddle. The mirror would illuminate a vibrant, sunny yellow. As you are presented with three more options. The mirrors color split into three different shades of yellow. The soft, sunny yellow from before, a yellow that reminds you of a caution sign, and a muddy yellow.

You don't know what exactly you picked. However, you have a gut feeling it was one of the archives residents

The mirror awaits your decision

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I'd go over to the mirror and examine it, pulling the sheets off of it.

As you pull off the sheet, you see what can only be described as an ornate, antique-style mirror with a heavily gilded, intricately carved frame. The mirror reflects you with a shine almost indescribable. It almost looks like there is a liquidy cover on top of the reflective surface. The mirror itself isn't dusty.

As you look into the mirror, you can see what looks like 10 panels, each one with a symbol. A spade, an owl, a shark, a crown, a cauldron, a paint palette, a bat, a mushroom, a stethoscope, and a party hat. You can pick one.

The choice is yours

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In the corner of the archive rests a mirror, hung on the wall. Dark sheets draped over it. What this mirror does, none of the archives residents have bothered to find out. The sheets are dusty. It has been there for years, probably longer than any of the residents.

Something is drawing you to the mirror. Like it is speaking to you in a tongue you don't quite understand.

What happens next is your choice

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if its randomized on whos answers then who ever wants tell me a bit about some of the people you've met!

It's funny that I'm the one who got this question. When in reality, I haven't even been introduced yet.. haha, I might pass this one off, actually, considering I know some people who have some choice words about the people that they know. Of course, you will hear from me again. Just not here, not now.

[There would be a shift of perspective, as instead of seeing Aura, you now see Raine]

Ah! Hello, uhm.. Wasn't expecting to chat, haha. The people that I have met.. They all suck! We've got Athena, who's supposed to be a teacher! When in reality, she's a huge [REDACTED]!! We've got Amiri. He broke my arms! We've got Candy, who overall just acts like an [REDACTED]. And I have some choice words for a few other people, but I don't want to get canceled or whatever. There are some good people that I've met, though.. Mila, well Camellia. She is like a big sister to me. Silvanus helped me through some tough [REDACTED], and I appreciate him for that. Carbon is also pretty cool. Those three people are basically my family.. Hope this answers what you meant. Though I heard through the grapevine that Ellie knew some interesting people.

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The fact that I know I am going to die one day, and there is nothing I can do but hope the Archive Overseer is in a good enough mood to keep me around is.. scary.. I mean, I'm not afraid of dying. I am afraid that my life is truly meaningless

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Not Evil, no, Locke was. A pushover, if anything, went with the crowd alot. What makes you think she'd be evil? :3c

I-I don't know.. The version of Locke that I know is.. weird.? She keeps to herself a lot and I don't know much about her- She has been different since I met 13. I am kind of scared of her.

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It should be noted that there are several different 'versions' of Finley that exist at the same time. The version of them that you speak to varies depending on the time of day, how you approach them, and other independent and constantly changing variables.

As the resident doctor of the Archive, Finley is a very unstable person. Be weary.

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It'd be so funny if Finley ever met Past Locke.................

Whuh??? What does this mean? How would-

[They would stand nervously]

Was she evil? Why would it be funny??

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oh no D: i hope you guys take it easy! and poor finley :( give them a cookie for me

Will do.. If I can find them. Not quite sure where they are at the moment. If I run into them I will give them a cookie.

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where are you from? I'm interested about hearing!!

Not sure if this is directed to anyone, so I'll answer for everyone! I'm so nice, I know :)

[He would pull out a book of some sort] We all come from roleplays, but not exactly from the same roleplay if you catch my drift. Raine, Andromeda, Aura and I are from the same universe. Cora, Florence, Ellie, Sage and Tom are from the same universe. Then there is Finley.. They are kinda.. alone in this I think? I mean they are overall just a paranoid person to begin with, so they don't really chat much to any of us. But I'm getting off track.

We all exist here, in the Archive. This location is our permeant residence. Sometimes we get pulled out for whatever reason. If its for a roleplay thing, or just a general 'I need to be free' then we kinda exist outside of the Archive for a bit, then come back. If that answers your question. Yes we are all very aware that we are playthings for a higher being.. some of us aren't taking it well

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Here are all the guys who live in the Archive. It'll be randomized on who you'll hear from unless you ask for someone specific

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*Spins your particles*

What does this mean exactly? Do you plan to spin me? My atoms? My being? You make no sense to me.

[She would stare] I don't understand your motive here. This is an archive, not a spin machine.