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Had to commission a piece of the OC from M4ns0n ( b _m4ns0n) / X (twitter.com) , They've been on absolute fire recently with all of their kaa works and hypnosis stuff! I LOOOVVE the way they drew her! The little effects with the crystal and the background are just sensational! Also I never really commission enough of Reflection with her mask so figured we'd switch it up! There's a maskless version as well if anyone wanted to see it. I don't think they use DA but they have a patreon in the link above and you can dm them on twitter if you're interested in commissioning them!

Shoutout to my guy For writing a tale to accompany it as a gift! Go support them as always <3

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“Hey now, I don't think museum tickets are that expensive, you know?”

A good old joke to remove tension from the atmosphere, to distract them and to give herself a little shoot of bravado. She had to give them credits as most would go to either convenience stores or banks to get money, especially if they were common criminals. A whole crew of them, all geared up and ready to just steal whatever they could get their hands on, large shards of the glass cases usually protecting said pieces on the floor now.

“It's nice that you wanna broaden your horizons and check out some culture...but maybe cut the checking out part, yeah?”

Reflection being her name and her game, she went in and out of the many mirrors, camera lenses and shards of said glass on the floor, making them trip and causing them to be unable to properly follow where she would end up next. She'd use her mirror bomb, yet damaging the priceless pieces and vestiges of their common and cultural past would be a pretty big no-no.

“If you need some help furnishing your new evil lair, secret meet-up or even your apartment, there are better places. There's an Ikea like 2 or 3 kilometers away, I can draw you a map!”

Thugs like these were never quite a challenge for any superheroes worth their salt and, as far as she was concerned, she was both worth this and the pepper on the table as well, a full seasoning of flavor on the tasteless meal that was crime. While she pondered upon this rather ill-seasoned pun and analogy, many of those ruffians she was just downright humiliating went on to shout the name of their boss, because of course they were for hire and doing this for a themed-baddie. Their name though was a hoot: Pendulum Professional.

“Oooooh, alliteration. What's he gonna do, fix my clock? Swing a little left and right? I know that time is money, but you folks should have skipped this job if you were about to work for...whoever this guy is.”

Yet as she punched someone on the jaw and then went downward to sweep her leg to put him prone, so did the evil mastermind, the poorly-named Pendulum Professional came by. A man in a top hat, wearing a swanky vest, a domino mask, with a small refined mustache and white gloves, complete with a cape. Classy, but hardly original as she looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“Might wanna check out Sailor Moon, dude. You're soooo ripping off Tuxedo Mask, it's not even funny.”

Yet as she sent one of her proverbial barbs did he showcase a little crystal which was attached to a small piece of string. He couldn't be serious, as this was the most obvious, most cliché manner in which anyone could just use a gimmick to become a super-villain. He must have been a stage magician who had been wronged or someone who just got his hypnotherapist credentials and thought to maybe use them for dastardly deeds. For evil.

“So that's why you chose that idiotic name. Wow, how original. Well if I don't look you can't get me, so checkmate.”

She went through mirrors and shards of glass, yet as she used reflections to travel and employ her powers, she forgot perhaps one of the most important aspect of said phenomenon: anything bright would also reflect on many surfaces. Thus as she traveled through the mirrorscapes, the conceptual gateway from one surface to another, all of the exits and entrances shone brightly as the Pendulum Professional went on to indeed do as his namesake promised...and swung the crystal in such a motion.

“Wait, you're just gonna stand there and...swing it left and right? Left and right, left and right, again and again? Bad move, bro.”

It was an easy pattern and his rather calm, steady voice challenged her somewhat. If it was so easy, it would prove no grand accomplishment to either look away or resist. It would be indeed simple as she took him on as it went left and right, this amethyst-like crystal indeed producing an ethereal glow and going slowly but surely in a repetitive pattern. She'd stare down, then punch his clock in. That pun she ought to keep, she thought, as she stared and was just about ready to deal with the man with upcoming copyright issues.

“Yeah, better steady my breathing. Stress is not good for thinking clearly, that's true. Gotta relax and focus...”

Why was he helping her with such good advice? It made no sense to her but then she remembered about stress. Doubt and worries produced such and thus did she need to clear her mind. The crystal would help with that as it continued going left and right...left and right...left and right. She did have to admit that it proved easy to stare at it, to concentrate whilst gazing at its glow.

“Yeah...being a super-heroine is tiring work, gotta agree with you there. I might want to...sit down...maybe for a few minutes...”

She did feel a slight wave of fatigue hit her as she went on her knees. It made looking at the crystal a little more tiresome due to the angle, but thankfully did the Pendulum Professional live up to his name as he got closer to her. It made it easier to stare at it, the smaller distance making it seem shinier and prettier as it went left and right...left and right...left and right...

“It does make me feel...good. I should be...thankful. Fighting can be so...so hard. I should...relax instead.”

His voice was so soothing as he stood tall over her, the way he assisted her making her feel light and warm. The crystal was but a mere few inches before her eyes, the pendulum motion so wonderful to behold as they just kept on going. She could count on this, even follow while muttering under her breath the direction it went toward.

“Left and right...left and right...left and right...left...and...right...”

She noticed how she could see her own reflection on the crystal, even though it was strangely-shaped. She seemed tranquil, happy in a dull way. Nothing to worry about, the situation was under control. She was so strong that she could indulge in this, there was no shame in that. It was so nice, especially being on her knees and staring at the pattern, at the glow, at the sumptuous crystal.

“It's okay to let go...yes. I deserve to feel bliss. I should...stop thinking too hard. You're...helping me do that.”

It was impressive how well he guided her, how wrong she had been about his character. This was actually a move in the middle of the night, to a better and more secure location. Now she felt bad about hurting those poor samaritans. Her own impulse could lead her to wrong conclusions, to bad decisions. It might be better to let someone dictate what she ought to do and think then, if only to stop making mistakes.

“You'll...do it? You are indeed charismatic and powerful...Yes...I should do what you say...I should obey...”

There was no shame in following the orders from someone smarter and more capable. Many teams indeed had such leaders, dividing tasks and putting their own comrades where they were needed. The Pendulum Professional was such a man, she could feel it deep in her own soul. He had managed to calm her down and discuss things rationally. She should follow his every instructions...and she would.

“Yes, I will repair the damage I've caused. I will help you move things away from this evil museum. I will employ my powers to make things go faster and smoother.”

She rose and knew what needed to be done as she used her reflection powers and thus did those extremely nice persons whom she mistook as criminals went through a much safer and quicker method to get things out of this lair of larceny. The Pendulum Professional, her boss, explained how this was but the simulacrum of a museum and they would return these where they belonged. She believed him, as he was a man of class and value, of importance. She felt glad to assist him in his endeavors.

“You have opened my eyes and I should do as I am told. The crystal is a blessing and I shall go forth and give myself to it and to you whenever you request it.”

She could indeed lose herself again and the Pendulum Professional would help make sure this wouldn't happen again. How glad she was to have met him, to not be in the wrong again. As her many new comrades and partners rose back up and claimed those stolen pieces of cultural and artistic significance, she felt proud, having accomplished something meaningful. To be a part of this crew would solve all her needs, that much would soon prove to be true as she went away from this “museum” with all of them.

As part of the Pendulum Professional's crew from now on.

Description
**THERE'S A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION**

Had to commission a piece of the OC from M4ns0n ( b _m4ns0n) / X (twitter.com) , They've been on absolute fire recently with all of their kaa works and hypnosis stuff! I LOOOVVE the way they drew her! The little effects with the crystal and the background are just sensational! Also I never really commission enough of Reflection with her mask so figured we'd switch it up! There's a maskless version as well if anyone wanted to see it. I don't think they use DA but they have a patreon in the link above and you can dm them on twitter if you're interested in commissioning them!

Shoutout to my guy For writing a tale to accompany it as a gift! Go support them as always <3

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“Hey now, I don't think museum tickets are that expensive, you know?”

A good old joke to remove tension from the atmosphere, to distract them and to give herself a little shoot of bravado. She had to give them credits as most would go to either convenience stores or banks to get money, especially if they were common criminals. A whole crew of them, all geared up and ready to just steal whatever they could get their hands on, large shards of the glass cases usually protecting said pieces on the floor now.

“It's nice that you wanna broaden your horizons and check out some culture...but maybe cut the checking out part, yeah?”

Reflection being her name and her game, she went in and out of the many mirrors, camera lenses and shards of said glass on the floor, making them trip and causing them to be unable to properly follow where she would end up next. She'd use her mirror bomb, yet damaging the priceless pieces and vestiges of their common and cultural past would be a pretty big no-no.

“If you need some help furnishing your new evil lair, secret meet-up or even your apartment, there are better places. There's an Ikea like 2 or 3 kilometers away, I can draw you a map!”

Thugs like these were never quite a challenge for any superheroes worth their salt and, as far as she was concerned, she was both worth this and the pepper on the table as well, a full seasoning of flavor on the tasteless meal that was crime. While she pondered upon this rather ill-seasoned pun and analogy, many of those ruffians she was just downright humiliating went on to shout the name of their boss, because of course they were for hire and doing this for a themed-baddie. Their name though was a hoot: Pendulum Professional.

“Oooooh, alliteration. What's he gonna do, fix my clock? Swing a little left and right? I know that time is money, but you folks should have skipped this job if you were about to work for...whoever this guy is.”

Yet as she punched someone on the jaw and then went downward to sweep her leg to put him prone, so did the evil mastermind, the poorly-named Pendulum Professional came by. A man in a top hat, wearing a swanky vest, a domino mask, with a small refined mustache and white gloves, complete with a cape. Classy, but hardly original as she looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“Might wanna check out Sailor Moon, dude. You're soooo ripping off Tuxedo Mask, it's not even funny.”

Yet as she sent one of her proverbial barbs did he showcase a little crystal which was attached to a small piece of string. He couldn't be serious, as this was the most obvious, most cliché manner in which anyone could just use a gimmick to become a super-villain. He must have been a stage magician who had been wronged or someone who just got his hypnotherapist credentials and thought to maybe use them for dastardly deeds. For evil.

“So that's why you chose that idiotic name. Wow, how original. Well if I don't look you can't get me, so checkmate.”

She went through mirrors and shards of glass, yet as she used reflections to travel and employ her powers, she forgot perhaps one of the most important aspect of said phenomenon: anything bright would also reflect on many surfaces. Thus as she traveled through the mirrorscapes, the conceptual gateway from one surface to another, all of the exits and entrances shone brightly as the Pendulum Professional went on to indeed do as his namesake promised...and swung the crystal in such a motion.

“Wait, you're just gonna stand there and...swing it left and right? Left and right, left and right, again and again? Bad move, bro.”

It was an easy pattern and his rather calm, steady voice challenged her somewhat. If it was so easy, it would prove no grand accomplishment to either look away or resist. It would be indeed simple as she took him on as it went left and right, this amethyst-like crystal indeed producing an ethereal glow and going slowly but surely in a repetitive pattern. She'd stare down, then punch his clock in. That pun she ought to keep, she thought, as she stared and was just about ready to deal with the man with upcoming copyright issues.

“Yeah, better steady my breathing. Stress is not good for thinking clearly, that's true. Gotta relax and focus...”

Why was he helping her with such good advice? It made no sense to her but then she remembered about stress. Doubt and worries produced such and thus did she need to clear her mind. The crystal would help with that as it continued going left and right...left and right...left and right. She did have to admit that it proved easy to stare at it, to concentrate whilst gazing at its glow.

“Yeah...being a super-heroine is tiring work, gotta agree with you there. I might want to...sit down...maybe for a few minutes...”

She did feel a slight wave of fatigue hit her as she went on her knees. It made looking at the crystal a little more tiresome due to the angle, but thankfully did the Pendulum Professional live up to his name as he got closer to her. It made it easier to stare at it, the smaller distance making it seem shinier and prettier as it went left and right...left and right...left and right...

“It does make me feel...good. I should be...thankful. Fighting can be so...so hard. I should...relax instead.”

His voice was so soothing as he stood tall over her, the way he assisted her making her feel light and warm. The crystal was but a mere few inches before her eyes, the pendulum motion so wonderful to behold as they just kept on going. She could count on this, even follow while muttering under her breath the direction it went toward.

“Left and right...left and right...left and right...left...and...right...”

She noticed how she could see her own reflection on the crystal, even though it was strangely-shaped. She seemed tranquil, happy in a dull way. Nothing to worry about, the situation was under control. She was so strong that she could indulge in this, there was no shame in that. It was so nice, especially being on her knees and staring at the pattern, at the glow, at the sumptuous crystal.

“It's okay to let go...yes. I deserve to feel bliss. I should...stop thinking too hard. You're...helping me do that.”

It was impressive how well he guided her, how wrong she had been about his character. This was actually a move in the middle of the night, to a better and more secure location. Now she felt bad about hurting those poor samaritans. Her own impulse could lead her to wrong conclusions, to bad decisions. It might be better to let someone dictate what she ought to do and think then, if only to stop making mistakes.

“You'll...do it? You are indeed charismatic and powerful...Yes...I should do what you say...I should obey...”

There was no shame in following the orders from someone smarter and more capable. Many teams indeed had such leaders, dividing tasks and putting their own comrades where they were needed. The Pendulum Professional was such a man, she could feel it deep in her own soul. He had managed to calm her down and discuss things rationally. She should follow his every instructions...and she would.

“Yes, I will repair the damage I've caused. I will help you move things away from this evil museum. I will employ my powers to make things go faster and smoother.”

She rose and knew what needed to be done as she used her reflection powers and thus did those extremely nice persons whom she mistook as criminals went through a much safer and quicker method to get things out of this lair of larceny. The Pendulum Professional, her boss, explained how this was but the simulacrum of a museum and they would return these where they belonged. She believed him, as he was a man of class and value, of importance. She felt glad to assist him in his endeavors.

“You have opened my eyes and I should do as I am told. The crystal is a blessing and I shall go forth and give myself to it and to you whenever you request it.”

She could indeed lose herself again and the Pendulum Professional would help make sure this wouldn't happen again. How glad she was to have met him, to not be in the wrong again. As her many new comrades and partners rose back up and claimed those stolen pieces of cultural and artistic significance, she felt proud, having accomplished something meaningful. To be a part of this crew would solve all her needs, that much would soon prove to be true as she went away from this “museum” with all of them.

As part of the Pendulum Professional's crew from now on.