[ It's not difficult for Felix to guess why this stranger wants a mirror. He adjusted, somewhat, to his tail and ears while in that weird fairyland. But ever since arriving in the Index and realizing they're apparently permanent, he's been poking and prodding at them like a bad habit.
While Felix doesn't have a mirror on him, he does have a bag that spawns all kinds of random shit. (Barring that, he has a hunting knife with a reflective blade, but he figures he shouldn't whip that out.) ]
Possibly. Let's see what we get.
[ He reaches into the bag and pulls out … a shoe. A high-heeled shoe with a reflective surface, but still. A fucking shoe.
Felix makes a face and offers it to the woman. ]
This thing's unreliable. I'll see if I can get something better.
[ He reaches in again. But this time, his luck is even worse. The moment he pulls out his hand, some sort of black powder explodes directly in his face. ]
Fuck!
[ He staggers backward, completely blind and spitting curses. ]
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While Felix doesn't have a mirror on him, he does have a bag that spawns all kinds of random shit. (Barring that, he has a hunting knife with a reflective blade, but he figures he shouldn't whip that out.) ]
Possibly. Let's see what we get.
[ He reaches into the bag and pulls out … a shoe. A high-heeled shoe with a reflective surface, but still. A fucking shoe.
Felix makes a face and offers it to the woman. ]
This thing's unreliable. I'll see if I can get something better.
[ He reaches in again. But this time, his luck is even worse. The moment he pulls out his hand, some sort of black powder explodes directly in his face. ]
Fuck!
[ He staggers backward, completely blind and spitting curses. ]