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THE LOBBY:
gaia_star MOBS: Roll 1d6. This is the AMOUNT of mobs you spawn. Each mob has 5HP for a CUMULATIVE HP pool of 5 times whatever dice roll amount you spawned. Every time a mob is defeated, they do -5 auto damage to you! If you need help in your RP, remember you can tag it as SOS. If you are a Y1 student, they only do -2 auto damage.
gaia_star [ RARE BOSS SPAWN ]: If you are a final stage character, you can CHOOSE to spawn a rare boss. This is a shadow Horseman with a menacing figure at 60/60 HP and -5 HP damage a turn. Defeating it will ??? ??? (quote Zoobey).

Her focus was unparalleled as she sliced and stabbed and struck, methodical and mechanical. No extravagance, but efficiency from start to finish.

'You wanted to come here.'

A sneer of disgust swept briefly over Mimsy's features. That was not Alice. That was not Alice, yet she found herself bold enough to make such absurd claims. This thing had deemed it necessary to trap her in this world - a world outside of her own, which was most certainly not Wonderland.

And if this was the world it made, these were its creatures. She spared not a single thought for them as each fell, before moving on to the next.

Behind the mirror is none other than Deus Island as it actually should have been. It confirms that you are trapped within this dream, as you look closer to the mirror. Examining it reveals it is just a mirror, and shattering it well-

- After a while it rebuilds itself. You are stuck here.

The mirror shifts. You can see, was that horsemen meandering the island? They seem to be destroying things, and you are stuck here, unable to save your home, unable to stop them.

"You were on fire." Robert breathed out, running to catch up with Mimsy and picking her up in one arm once he reached her, swinging her around. He clutched her close and nuzzled against her neck, giggling like an infatuated child. "I could have watched you slaughter 'em for hours. But no, just kidding, I would rather be congratulating you for it like I am now. This is much - "

He finally caught sight of the mirror, and his word dropped a little belated in distraction. " - better."

He registered instantly that he was looking at Deus. He put her down, and walked closer to the mirror, squinting to get a good look at what those little figures in the distance were. It was only when he saw the fires start to bloom, crawling very slowly towards the town..

"- NO." He screamed, slamming his fists into the mirror. He screamed again when it shattered in his hands, and dropped to his knees to try and see through the pieces - but before he could get very far, they hovered in front of his face, slowly reforming themselves until the mirror was whole again. The entire process had silenced him in horror stricken awe for a moment, but when it was whole, his hands splayed flat against the mirror and he pushed.

"No no no no no no no let me in, let me in, let me the ******** in you stupid piece of s**t, I need to go home, I need to go home right now, come on. Come ON."

His fist banged against the mirror again. It cracked, and the crack filled underneath his fist as if he'd done nothing at all.

"Please." He whimpered, pressing his face against the mirror in a desperate hope of just being let through. Alice would have let him through, damnit.

"NOT." He screamed, roaring as Jezebel returned to his hand and he slammed it directly into the giant, imposing horseman's head.

"NOW." He finished, pulling Jezebel out as the horseman gripped him to fight back, and severing its head with Jezebel's sharpest blade even as it struck him.

He had most important things to worry about, right now, damnit.

Damage: 28
Horseman Rare: dead

And from the mirror, something emerged.

"Hello," it said pleasantly, and looked a lot like Alice, but wasn't. "My name is Dorothy and I am in here to facilitate the transition to your Cage. Your safety is very important to us. How are you enjoying this experience?"

Dorothy.

Her name was Dorothy.

Mimsy made many connections in the moment immediately following this introduction, and none were deterring her in the slightest. In fact, it seemed that this Dorothy was behaving as if she had just assumed Alice's place in the order of things, and that was utterly unacceptable.

"What is my cage, Dorothy? Is it in Wonderland? Is it my home?" The flat, icy question was probably rhetorical, the likeliest answer already decided, judging from the attempt she made to slice through Dorothy's chest. "I will not enjoy this experience until you return Alice to us. Return Alice."

DMG: 18

For a minute, when he saw the damage Mimsy had just done to Dorothy, he really couldn't do anything but gape.

After all, she seemed to be more motivated today than she'd ever been before, and something about that was really distracting him. But the sight of what Dorothy looked like from the inside did make him think she was something they could tear down, and from what she was saying, he thought that the best option.

"No thanks, Robochild. Our real life is better than anything you could cook up in your little metal head." He took Jezebel to task, slamming her into the side of Dorothy's shoulder.