A - “I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite variety.”
As the fog roils around, one figure seem to be walking through it as though he was perfectly at home, his long legs letting him cross the smoky landscapes easily, his brown ulster coat fluttering in the wind as long, pale fingers reaches to light a pipe. His gray eyes darted around, bright and curious though his lips pursed slightly in concentration - quickly approaching anyone he finds, inquiring if they are in need of assistance. Despite the strangeness of the situation, 'Mr. Bell' seems quite confidant and nonchalant about the whole thing.
B - “Where there is no imagination there is no horror.” (CW: Stockholm Syndrome, abuse, etc could be mentioned, will warn more if situation arises)
While elsewhere in the mirror's dark landscape is another colorless figure that seem like he would blend in with the light of the moon, despite the dark black velvet cloak and suit that is about three centuries out of step. His listless, reddish eyes scanning around, as he held himself ramrod straight with the stiffness of a cat that is aware of a wolf nearby but is uncertain as to where it is - as well as the taut tension of the same cat that knows a mouse is also nearby.
C. "“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.”
[Aka wildcard prompt if you want the real one, or some Sherlock vs Sherlock nonsense]
OTA
As the fog roils around, one figure seem to be walking through it as though he was perfectly at home, his long legs letting him cross the smoky landscapes easily, his brown ulster coat fluttering in the wind as long, pale fingers reaches to light a pipe. His gray eyes darted around, bright and curious though his lips pursed slightly in concentration - quickly approaching anyone he finds, inquiring if they are in need of assistance. Despite the strangeness of the situation, 'Mr. Bell' seems quite confidant and nonchalant about the whole thing.
B - “Where there is no imagination there is no horror.” (CW: Stockholm Syndrome, abuse, etc could be mentioned, will warn more if situation arises)
While elsewhere in the mirror's dark landscape is another colorless figure that seem like he would blend in with the light of the moon, despite the dark black velvet cloak and suit that is about three centuries out of step. His listless, reddish eyes scanning around, as he held himself ramrod straight with the stiffness of a cat that is aware of a wolf nearby but is uncertain as to where it is - as well as the taut tension of the same cat that knows a mouse is also nearby.
C. "“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.”
[Aka wildcard prompt if you want the real one, or some Sherlock vs Sherlock nonsense]