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 Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 10:45 am
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The group of Dark Mirror Senshi were undoubtedly suffering from soreness, stinging eyes, and ringing ears when they landed in a heap on solid ground. It was easy to tell that they were somewhere else even before they got their wits about them.
The first major difference was that the air around them, while chilly, lacked the distinctly crushing pressure that had been smothering them only seconds before.
The walls weren’t collapsing on them, and they weren’t being torn apart.
Instead, they were splayed haphazardly on the carefully polished marble floor of an excessively large and well decorated foyer. A quick glance would indicate they were in some sort of castle, but the most important thing they could notice had nothing to do with the architecture.
It was that they weren’t alone.
Standing before them, amidst the tall, intricately carved pillars and beautiful sculptures of blossoming flowers was a woman.
She was dressed in a gown fit for royalty and, judging by the crown on her forehead, she might just have been. She was a pale woman whose ivory skin seemed to make her teal hair so much brighter. She had wavy hair, tied back in an elaborate style that fell halfway down her back. She wore a long silver dress decorated with pearls and embroidery. Even the many layers and ruffles on her dress couldn’t hide how frail she looked beneath it all. Her attire indicated that she might have expected company, though it wasn’t easy to guess what any queen might wear on her downtime.
She had an energy signature, though it was hard to place. It felt like it was neither fully Order or Chaos; it simply was. There were similarities with their energy signatures, and yet it was immediately clear that she was in a league of her own.
“Oh, my,” she breathed, glancing from the group to the great, silver mirror behind them.
Instead of a reflective glass, the mirror was only black.
“There are so many of you. Are you all right?”
Quote: Your Dark Mirror Senshi has arrived in a strange new location! Please include your character’s name in bold at the top of your post! If you are making any action or speaking to the mule, please also bold that part of your post and quote the Mule so it doesn’t get missed! If you or your character would like more information about anything, please make sure to include that you are examining it in your post and the next mule post will provide more detail on it! Prompts will be posted approximately every 24 hours. If you missed the first roleplay, you can simply handwave that your character was there and jump right in! Additionally, all Meta roleplays will be occurring in the subforum, ‘ The Mirrorscape’! If you want to be involved or have any questions, please check out the Information and MQ&A Thread for this event! The Information Thread also doubles as an MQ&A so feel free to ask questions there or message the mule!
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 11:05 am
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It was almost surreal, how bad everything was at one moment, and then how calm it was the next, and Lesath had a few moments of utter confusion as her mind tried to catch up with the sudden change in atmosphere.
And then she saw the woman, dressed in finery and looking utterly stunning and for a moment she glanced at Remarque, glad that he was in his eternal form and not his prince form, right now. People who got so dressed up clearly just wanted to show off…or at least that was her reason for dressing up so finely…not that she had ever dressed in something like that, but. She knew that most women thought at least on the same lines as her a little bit, and thus, she wasn’t sure she trusted this woman…besides.
What kind of person could just…survive in Mirrorspace. Honestly, the only thing that Lesath could know for sure about this woman, is that she wasn’t Ares. And…well.
She had no comments on that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 11:10 am
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Remarque had long since lost his faith in Mirrorspace as having any sort of predictability, but this far exceeded all of his expectations. A voice in the back of his head told him he should power up to his Royal Form—but he didn’t.
Just before it felt like they’d all be torn apart, there had been a glimmer of hope. Of Salvation.
The mirror had subjected them to this torment, and it seemed at the last second it had chosen to spare them.
Or, at least, he’d figured as much until he realized where they were.
The place was unfamiliar to him, and he cared less about the strange woman in front of him as he did about making sure everyone in the group was in one piece. He skimmed the faces, taking mental account that they were all there.
He hadn’t been able to get a good look of everyone before they’d left, but all the faces he remembered seeing seemed to be here, too. Satisfied, at least, that no one seemed to have been left behind, he stood a little taller and eyed the woman before them.
He was still in his eternal form—deliberately, and made no effort to take on his Princely form. Not when he didn’t know what they were facing here. It was a precaution; he could have powered up at any time, but he chose to remain anonymous in the face of this new woman.
He did not answer her; he did not want her attention. He held no trust for her, despite her seemingly warm greeting. He wasn’t going to foolishly engage without first gathering as much information as he could manage. He wanted to watch her, and learn what he could from that without any scrutiny of her attention.
He had held Lesath’s hand as they’d been pulled through the mirror but now that things seemed to be calming down, he wasn’t so worried about losing her.
He was worried, however, about letting this stranger see one of his greatest weaknesses. He met eyes with her, gave her a slight nod, and retracted his hand to his side. He didn’t part from her, though; he had no intention of being too far from her—or any member of the Court, if it would keep them safe.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 11:18 am
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When things suddenly weren’t so loud, Kibirev raised her head a little to look around, sure that she was just under the protection of someone…one of the others maybe. Maybe their attacks had stopped whatever was happeneing…but…no. They had just moved somewhere new…
And someone was talking to them. And she looked utterly beautiful. Like some queen or princess right out of a fantasy book. The fact that she looked so pretty seemed to give the timid senshi a lot of strength and she walked closer to the woman, shaking her head. “No! No I’m not all right! I don’t like this, where are we? Why can’t I just go home! I just nearly died how could you think I would be all right after that!”
Belatedly, she realized that if this woman was someone powerful, this was hardly the way to talk to her, but she didn’t care…if she was in a position of power, she could help her get home. She had sundaes to eat, and she had a henshin pen to flush down the toilet.
“How do I get home!” To heck with everyone else…but if she could get home…obviously they could too.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 11:40 am
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Diadem
She wasn't sure who had had the presence to grab her arm and pull her away from the desintrigrating horror that she could barely make out behind her raised hands, but she did know her own heart was thundering in her ears, and was fairly sure she had gone paler for the moment from it. She'd been so terrified that she thought she might be torn apart by that feeling alone, but that was difficult to rationalize with this place. This strange woman, and the saftey, or illusion of saftey that this place seemed to offer, though it was difficult to do more than try and stop the urge to shake or count heads.
Slowly, she released her grip from Laverna's arm, having appareantly, blindly, instinctively grabbed it again when things began to crumble... and knotted her fingers in the fabric of her own uniform to stop them shaking, looking around at the others, particularly Remarque to try and gauge the situation, but things did not seem threatening, and she had been nothing if not taught to be polite, and she did her best Curtsy, even though she was not wearing a dress, and answered the strange woman with wary dignity
"Thank you? I think so... ... Who...are you please?"
She wasn't even sure what title to give her, she had to assume she was some kind of royalty here, based on the crown, the fact that she seemed to knew they were coming now that she thought about the phrasing, which was hard to do when everything wanted to rattle around in her head like marbles and bursts of emotion.
OK. So they'd nearly been sucked into a terrifying void. No big right? .... Ha. Haha. No big. Just practice for being the best reporter ever. She'd just repeat that until she believed it.
Sirene Naiads She wants to know how many make overs she owes you before you forget that she was that undignified. wink
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 1:16 pm
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Dark Mirror Eternal Senshi Avior of Walls
Avior felt every single bone in his body come down at once as he landed hard on the ground after the room they were in before collapsed. But in an instant, he was back on his feet again, blinking away the pain and aching in his eyes and ignoring the ringing of his ears to make sure that those he had been with before were alright.
Immediately he spotted Crocus and reached down to help him to his feet, a hand gently grasping his forearm and lifting him up with ease.
"Are you alright?" He murmured at first, ensuring that there were no obvious cuts or abrasions on the other's skin. And then, he heard her. That soft voice that was enough to draw his attention and he turned to where it came from.
Oh... It was a woman. A princess or a queen, he did not know, but someone powerful and frail... And surprisingly young... It seemed almost sad to see her in such a space, but how in the world did someone survive in mirrorspace as it seemed she had done without telling anyone else? Though he certainly wasn't a brave one... Avior took a slight step forward, giving the new crowned person a slight head bow. After all... If she was someone powerful, it would be best not to make her angry.
"I think most of us are fine, thank you for asking... And I apologize for the intrusion, but it was far beyond our own control... May I ask, who are you? We are the senshi of the Dark Mirror Court, but... If you are here, I am certain you already know this. Do you know what happened to us? We were trapped in a crumbling space, then dropped here..."
Sleet Tempest Slate I know Kiuchi is nearby, so he's free to grab on to Avior again if he'd like.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 1:32 pm
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One moment the world was falling apart and the next moment the pressure of deafening sound evaporated leaving only precious silence. It took Acubens several long seconds of processing what had happened before she finally noticed the woman in royal regalia, and even then it was Kibriev shouting at her that triggered the thought to look for her. As Kibriev shouted, Acubens tightened her grip on her shoulder. They didn't know who this woman was nor did they know what she wanted. She looked kind enough, and just as shocked as they were to be there, but that meant close to nothing. Maybe antagonizing her wasn't the best option at this time.
"We'll get home," she tried to sooth over Kibriev's shouting and panic, "I promise. But we need to keep our mind clear. That means ignoring panic for the time being."
Speaking of "we" where had her "we" gone? She hadn't had time to make it back to them, having busied herself with the stragglers scattered around the cracked room. She knew they were safe... ish. Felt it. That had been with other senshi and there was safety in numbers. But had they been transported somewhere else? Remarque was here, Lesath was here. Kibriev and Lovejoy were here, Diadem and Laverna made it through too, but what about the others? Her breath begant o quicken and the panic from just before the silence returned to her. She hadn't been with them when the world turned upside down. She had put someone else a head of them. She had abandoned them. The walls began to close in on her, and the airy foyer began to narrow into a hallways that pressed on her shoulders.
Questions were being asked. The sudden voices shocked Acubens from her attack, for which she was thankful. She's offer Laverna that thanks later...
Hot damn did Acubens ever have questions. They bubbled up from her chest and pounded on her teeth, begging to be voiced, but Acubens swallowed them back, opting for cautious silence. She wasn't about to show any gambits until she knew that Crocus, Kiuchi, Chione, and Ptolemy were alright. The less this woman knew about them, the safer they were. And almost as soon as she thought that, Avoir began to speak, giving what she thought might have been too much information. So much for hiding gambits, she guessed. She winced as Avoir laid them all bare for this stranger to see and waited.
Honestly, Acubens didn't trust this woman as far as she could throw her, and she was a terrible athlete.
"Maybe we should keep the flow of information to a minimum," she offered, glancing back at Avoir.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 2:15 pm
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Crocus
One moment, they were in a pit of chaos happening all around them, the next it was silent. Crocus felt himself land hand on the ground, but it took him a moment to actually opening his eyes. The light had been blinding and his eyes definitely still stung, he took a moment to make sure he was okay before Avior was standing over him. The taller Senshi was easily able to help him up and he was on his feet and working on catching his breath.
"I'm fine...just a little shaken up. Thanks." He gave the other a little smile, happy that he had come to his aid. He slide his arm down and gave the other's hand a little squeeze before looking down and seeing Kiuchi there as well. "Here, let me help you up." Crocus offered a hand to the green senshi, pulling him up to his feet and making sure the other was okay. He looked toward the back of the room then, other had been behind them, his attention was drawn to the black mirror behind them instead. This had to mean they were still in Mirrorspace, right? For now, he'd just assume that they were, but obviously this place had been untouched by whatever they had encountered earlier.
When Avior spoke up again though, he returned his attention to the front of the room, there was a mysterious woman there. Her presence was almost awe inspiring, but it wasn't easy to tell if she was there for them as an aid or an obstacle. He didn't think Avior what Avior had said could be used against them, but he also didn't have much experience in these sorts of things. Everyone had their own ways of dealing with difficult situations.
Crocus was more curious than he was afraid, she did have a powerful presence, but could she really harm all of them if they had to put up a fight against her? They were a strong court, he had to believe that. He really only had one question for her. He placed his hand encouragingly on Avior's shoulder as he moved to stand next to him and addressed the mystery woman.
"Well, we've told you who we are. So, it would be fair to have your name as well. Are you the one who brought us here? And if so, could we ask why? And also, uh...thanks if you did?" They all deserved to know that much at least, he was quite hopeful that this person wasn't out to ruin them all. Of course, he could be terribly wrong in that aspect. If she hadn't brought them all here, there was also the possibility that Mirrorspace had someone brought them here. If their home had brought them he, he'd like to think it wouldn't bring them to their doom. Mirrorspace had been moody lately though...
Sleet Tempest Snape Let me help you, brother!
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 3:20 pm
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With every exasperated cry that Kibby made, the more Lovejoy felt guiltier and guiltier. She had been the reason that her best friend had been patrolling. She had been the one to tug Kibirev through the mirror with her. She was the one who'd said yes to them becoming magical awesome school girls....
...and her best friend hated every moment of it.
The stranger's words were falling on deaf ears as her hands tried to rub the senshi of foxglove's shoulders assuredly. The usually happy demeanor had been traded for a worried frown as it slowly began to dawn on LJ at just how terrible of a friend she'd truly been to KellsBells.
A third voice spoke out - it was the smart senshi from earlier. She seemed to be trying to calm everyone down, save for Miss Strange and Unusual still front and center of attention. Her words seemed much more reassuring than anything Lovejoy could muster.
"See, it'll be okay, Kibby," she whispered under her breath to the other girl, "We'll be okay."
Doing her best to distract the other teenager, she fell in to her normal train of thought, "Do you think she's a spectre? Or maybe she's some sort of a spirit guide, or a creature that steals faces an---"
Okay, maybe she wouldn't finish that train of thought, for Kibirev's sake.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 5:06 pm
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