by Will Stanton » Fri Feb 12, 2021 8:04 pm
There's some cracking and some popping, as the astral frame collided with real, physical clay, the boundary between the two levels of reality grinding up against one another, testing the limits of Miriam's power and Sam's resolve -- but, with a bit of a click sound, everything finally locked into place; the stresses and tension of trying to hold Will steady taken over by the frame, releasing the two telepaths from their burdens.
As telepaths, the first thing Sam and Miriam would notice was the quiet. Will's mind had been everywhere, all around them, and it had been like standing in the middle of a crowded street when dealing with him earlier. That was mostly gone -- mostly. Replacing it was a sort of background radiation, for lack of a better word, of calm, warmth and contentment. Sort of like having a scented candle or some calm background music playing, only for the telepathic senses. If they concentrated, or came into contact with the mirror itself, they could bring Will back into 'focus', but at least they wouldn't have a brass band playing in their heads 24/7. The feeling of contentment was probably a good sign, as well -- if Will had been panicking or in pain, that would have indicated something had gone wrong.
The first thing most people would notice was the reflections in the mirror itself. Miriam being reflected in any way, shape or form was odd for a vampire, but she was there, as was Sam, as was everything else in the room. It was just that both Miriam and Sam's reflections had green hair and green eyes, like someone had selected the 'Will' alternate costumes. Everything else seemed to be accurate, down to the details on Sam's new back tattoo, but it was evidence that this wasn't really a reflection, more of an aping of what was going on outside the mirror. One might assume that the reflections of the other objects in the room were Willified as well, though a) the room was empty now, other than the three of them, and b) there were less obvious Will-esque details on, say, a light bulb. At least not everything in the mirror would be tinted green, which may or may not come as a relief.
The surface of the mirror was still clay, as opposed to glass -- just smooth, reflective clay. It was only really noticeable if someone walked up and touched it; even from a close distance, it would pass inspection. But it was still semi-permeable, so someone could reach their hand inside the clay -- and far further back than 'should' be possible, in terms of just raw physical space. Will just never would obey the laws of physics, would he?
But, at least for now, the room was quiet, Sam and Miriam's reflections staring back at them as they looked over their handiwork.