His Reflection [M4M] [Compliments] [Body Worship] [Modern Fantasy]

Transcript

Oh, oh, Lava Flows are finally gonna do me in, uh, I always thought that would, uh, wait, you're a person, a live person, I'm, no, oh no, no, no, no, don't look, ah, shoot, too late isn't it, okay, okay, no, please, please stop looking around for my voice, you're making me dizzy, ugh, I haven't had to move in like, actually, I don't know how long I've been in here, never mind, not important, hi, I have the regretful pleasure to inform you that you are now cursed, great, already taking it really well, some, uh, some people get a little panicky sometimes, anyway, hello, I'm a magic mirror, kinda, and technically I'm a bound spirit, but who cares about label these days, hm, right, good question, long story short, I was a normal magic mirror, giving advice, helping people's cry, uh, occasionally being a normal reflection, you know, the usual mirror stuff, and my review is, uh, I don't like the word owner, so, uh, my original benefactor was a warlock, and he was in a massive magic prank war type of thing, honestly, I didn't 100% get it, but I get a little magical upgrade, my warlock made it so if anyone saw my mirror, then my magical reflection hijacking thing would work on every other reflection they saw too, he, um, he also made me a little tiny bit evil, but like, I'm better now, before I got sealed in this chamber thing, a lot of people got caught in the crossfire, like, a lot of people, one of them was a therapist, so I did some introspection, handled my trauma, and now I'm good again, anywho, uh, when you broke down that rock wall, you caught a little glimpse of me, or, you in me? You in my mirror, honestly, the wording has always eluded me, but, you know, that's that, you're cursed, for the rest of your life, I'm gonna be popping around in, well, basically anything shiny, so, uh, sorry about that, uh, beg your pardon? I, um, I don't understand, are you, like, hiding your magic or something? Cause this isn't like a beginner level spell, and, not to be mean, but your magical aura doesn't feel all that strong?

Oh, you'll just, you'll just go have the curse removed after work? Huh. Are you, like, childhood friends with an archmage, or, really? That's just a thing you can, like, pay someone to do? Is it expensive? Oh, huh.

Huh. My. God, I must have been in here for longer than I thought.

Well, I mean, sounds good to me, actually, I like being in my mirror more than in random reflections, so, you know, glad to hear it, I guess. Sorry, I just, I just think I'm a little confused. Great, uh, well, I guess I'll, um, know you're moving.

Right, right, you did say that, but, um, before you get back to work, you, uh, you may want to put a blanket over my mirror or something? The curse can, like, affect multiple people at once if we aren't careful? Well, I mean, if, um, if you say so.

So, uh, what do you do for work? Mine soul gems? Oh, hang on.

Okay, um, let me just, oh, wow, you're not human. No, no, no, no, that's, that's great. I practically never get to see non-humans.

Uh, this area was pretty racist the last time I was around, so there weren't many options. Really? Well, good on this modern society.

Huh, great to hear the old thousand year war finally ended. The two thousand year war? Okay, uh, I'm just going to act like that doesn't have massive implication on how long I've been down here and just move on.

You know, we look great. Well, I guess, more specifically, you look great, and I look like you? You know, that's like another moment where language clearly wasn't designed with magic mirrors in mind.

My body is your body, but we're, like, distinctly different, and it's, uh, it's a whole thing. Wait, is, is that what you were getting at? Oh, honey, please tell me you don't actually think that.

Think you're not drop-dead gorgeous, of course. Like, very hot. So hot.

Sacrificed to a magma god. Hot. Look at you.

You're in uniform. Put together. Carrying a pickaxe, which isn't the same as a sword, but, like, you still get bonus points for having a blade.

You're clearly strong, and your bone structure is, oh, just 10 out of 10. I mean, wow, just wow. There is no way you don't see it.

Do your eyes work? I mean, they must, or, like, my curse would have activated, so literally just look at yourself. Now, pull up your shirt.

Come on, just do it. Just a little. Oh, see? Look at those abs.

You could sharpen great swords on those. Oh, you have to look. Eyes, up here, in the crystal.

It's a little wonky, sure, but you get the picture. Take a good look, and then tell me you aren't stunning. Uh-uh-uh.

No half-acceptance. No subtle digs. No nothing.

You are attractive. I say so. And not only would a mirror be a pretty good judge, but scientifically speaking, I'm right.

Well, you see, my self-conscious supermodel, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and until you send me back to my mirror, my body is your reflection, and I beholder myself to be beautiful. Ergo, you must be. It's an airtight logic.

Nope. And I'm changing the subject before you can disagree. So, uh, what's mining soul gems like? No, we're not talking about that anymore.

You mine soul gems. And from what I understand, that's a little more complex than just swing hard against big rock. Tell me about it.

Uh-huh. Oh no, not going back to that. You're hot.

The opinions of others are irrelevant, and if they matter, they would agree with me. Look at you. Who doesn't want a tall glass of sapphire like you? Hm? What was that? You just did a little glance, like that statement had some deeper meaning or something.

Oh, don't try to deny it. In my evil days, I got very good at reading people. Something is up.

Okay. I said, who doesn't want a tall glass of sapphire like you? Then you practically flinched in response.

So, what was it? Are you self-conscious about your height? Are those blue markings a sign of shame? Oh, wait.

It's somewhat, isn't it? Ooh, it is, it is. I can see it all over your face.

Multiple times, actually. I have a lot of angles on you right now. So, who is it? Oh, come on.

You can tell me. Lots of people have. And I promise, the cheesiest details stay between me and the person who tells me them.

No gossip. Well, I mean, what's the harm? I'll be out of your hair in like, what, a few hours? Thereabout, you know? And don't act like you haven't been dying to tell someone about this.

If it's a secret, I'm the perfect candidate. And if it's public, then you probably want to vent, so, spill. Well, if you don't tell me, I'll just keep nagging until you do.

Because this is what I'm best at. It's like, my whole purpose. You tell me what's on your mind, and I give advice.

Or strike up a conversation. Or just be someone who will listen. So, is this your best friend? Oh, maybe a co-worker.

Oh, your boss. Oh, it's your boss, isn't it? Ooh, okay, okay, I can work with that.

Fernando. Ooh, Fernando. Sounds fun.

What's he like? Oh, don't you clam up now. I want to know everything.

Here, let's start small. How do you know this, Fernando? Yeah? And what do you like about him? Well, does he like you too? Well then, it seems to me like we should march straight up to this Fernando and see if he wants to get something to eat.

Yes, you can. Oh, come on, it's literally the best option for everyone involved. Let's put it this way.

Last time we went on this path, you crumbled and told me about Fernando. Which means you are suspectable to my nagging. If I keep nagging you, you will eventually agree.

Therefore, you should just agree now because, I mean, it's inevitable. So, once again, this is airtight logic. Crystal clear.

So, let's go. Oh, come on, please. Just judging by the way you talk about him, it sounded like you really want to get to know him better.

And it's not like anything bad could happen from trying. We will not get back on that horse. You are hot.

And from the few moments I've been around, a pleasure to talk to you. You've clearly got a wonderful personality and likely a pretty good sense of ethics. Or you wouldn't even be considering Fernando's feeling right now.

You're a catch. And if you two are anywhere past strangers, then at the very worst, you would ask for a rain check. No, no, no, no.

Look at me. Look me in your eyes and tell yourself that you don't want this. Tell me that we can't do it.

Yes, we. I'll be there every step of the way. Not like I have much of a choice.

But I am rooting for you. So let's go. Yes, yes.

Told you you would crumble. Promise, this is going to turn out amazing. Trust me.

So, uh, where is he actually? You said he handled the papers, right? Does he, like, have an office? Oh, that's him.

Oh. Gosh, he's so cute. Didn't tell me he's a neko.

I know, right? And those ears. God, I wish I was corporeal so I could just fluff them and.

.. Oh, focus. Staring through an office window is not a good way to offer a date.

Just walk in there, say hi, let the conversation flow a little, and ask. Yeah, right now. And don't talk out loud anymore.

It'll be weird. I'll just have a one-sided tip thingy. Hm? Oh, I mean, yeah, I'll still talk.

I'm not talking out loud right now. I'm in your reflection. That's why I sound like you.

Actually, while we're on that subject. .. This voice? Fantastic.

Just right pitch and fullness. And the way words roll.