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[Mirielle Lacroix: 6 + 4 + 1 = 11]

Another rift, another utterly bizarre locale. this one, Mirielle wasn't prepared for at all; it was so terribly quiet, at first, and then so very not. She was frozen in fear, for a long moment, after the growling and rumbling started, and so she was late to start running, and worse, the forest itself seemed to be working against her. She tripped and stumbled over branches and rocks and logs in her way, and with every fall and every pause, she could hear the thing behind her drawing ever closer.

With a dawning sense of horror, she realized that she could fele its breath on her neck, and a talon reached out to grasp at he bacl of her shirt, and Mirielle screamed.

She hadn't felt this scare din a long time. Not that she could remember, actually, so not since becoming Amazonite. Here, in this awful moment, stumbling through dark woods with a monster on her tail, Mirielle was utterly helpless. She grasped for her magic, but there was nothing but a feeling of static--Amazonite's strength was lost to her here. All she had were her own two legs, and they weren't exactly doing so well.

Gigi Gennaro – 9 + 8 + 5
Total = 22

This time the portal was less of a shock, but without the gravity boosting, Gigi landed heavily, twigs and branches snapping beneath her. She was running out of puff.

Tutting at tears in her stockings, and the scratches beneath them, she set off at more of a jog than the flat-out run she’d managed before. While the next exit was clearly visible, there were trees all around her, tall and very solid. In the dark, there was little difference between path and forest. The static was still behind them, though, and where it touched, the trees were gone as if they’d never been.

In the distance, something roared. No, not that distant, she realised. Something else was destroying the trees, much louder and closer than the static. The whole ground rocked with it.

No problem, Gigi thought, taking a deep breath, and speeding up again. That was a mistake. Streets, she could run up and down all day. Lunar gravity, sure why not? But the forest floor crunching beneath her boots was uneven, slippery with leaves. Once, a stray stick rolled under her foot, dumping her hard on her rear. The second time, she tripped over a tree root, face-planting in the dirt, as other people ran around and nearly over her. More than her stockings were going to be ruined by this adventure.

She staggered to her feet again and joined the crowd. Maybe the front-runners would have trodden down the path a bit by now.


(247 words)

Marissa - I think

Mei: 3, 4

From a moon with gravity changes that made her want to throw up from getting motion sick, to a dark forrest so dense with trees that not even the stars could be seen up above. Mei could only find one reason to be glad for one thing.

Stable ground.

But that feeling of relief was short-lived when a roar echoed through the forest behind her. Leaves above her trembled from the sound and the ground seemed to quake as it charged toward them.

Trees bowed, and branches broke. People around her screamed in startled terror and almost all at once the crowd began to run towards the gateway ahead of them. Pushed aside and into a shrub by someone who was frantically sprinting past her, Mei pulled herself free of the gangly twigs and followed everyone else.

Fortunately, she didn’t need to be the fastest person in the group, she just needed to be quicker than the slowest person. Absolutely horrible thing to think or consider especially since it was her duty to protect civilians as a Sailor Scout, but she wasn’t powered now, and getting out of this alive was her primary concern. There was nobody here to help her so all she had to rely on was herself.

Once- Twice- Three times she stumbled or tripped but each time caught herself.

The portal was near but that monster behind them was getting nearer. She honestly had to consider that there was a distinct possibility that none of them would make it out of this forest alive, not without powering up to see it happen.

There is no scene. The last tear in space was so promising, but now there only a gaping darkness. Shadow covers everything and the world is cloaked in a shroud of dread. It seeps through skin and blood and bone and consumes.

This is a hopeless world, a realm for the discarded. There’s nothing to see, not really, but the need to progress through the void pushes the group. There is nothing ahead, nothing behind. The first few steps reveal nothing, but several steps in any direction and the darkness lifts, just a bit. A heavy shadow has swallowed everything but close inspection reveals objects--old objects, it seems. Things you can’t find in any store, now.

Everything is broken--cracked beyond repair, Pieces of miscellaneous things litter the floor.

In a world of discarded antiques, you’re the newest addition.

And there’s no way out.

No way out.

You can run, but there’s no lead.

Only despair.

And then, behind everyone, the static crackles again. The world hardly lights up, but it’s enough to see that there is a path--and in the distance, shrouded in the same darkness, is another tear in the world. Sometimes, a flicker of light pokes through. A strange glassiness seems to rise from the floor to the ceiling in the distance--a barrier, but a problem to deal with later. You need to get there, first.

Your escape is hard to see, and harder to reach.

The world wants to swallow you, wants you to abandon everything and give in. To stay forever and rot with the rest of the items time has forgotten.

If you don’t run, you’ll be lost to the void as well, trapped in this world of sadness and hateful despair.

Roll Totals: 18 + ? = ?

rolling to edit later

I always forget to actually roll the first time i post, smh.

Rolling for Ciel (21)

Regula Wilder
Rolls: 9 | 2 | 2 | 8
Total: 21

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Reggie!

Well at least his companion wasn't dead, even if the man was of the opinion that if Orias called him that one more time he would find him personally and throw him backwards into the awaiting maw of whatever was lurking in the depths. Regula would grieve of course, pay his respects where necessary, but the sacrifice wouldn't be in vain.

To Orias's credit he had managed to get to the 'exit' ahead of the fleeing man and due to his own voice carrying through the forest, Regula was able to follow it towards the next void. It wasn't so much hesitation that caused him to delay jumping through, so much as the overwhelming necessity to release an exasperated sigh as he stepped through to find out what the next set of utter stupidity awaited him.

...What he found however, was not a new hell so much as nothing.

Literally nothing.

"Oh for..." A growl erupted from his lips, the first true indication that he had all but reached the limit of his patience. He was not a fan of magic and if his life was destined to be filled with this junk then he was going to have to prepare himself for numerous occasions where he learned what it was to 'hate' the world (and everything in it).

Perhaps it was this sense of finality that had allowed him to find something within him that allowed him to storm forward with such purpose. Suffice to say that the moment he had caught sight of that tell-tale light he'd known where to go and he had promptly made his way there. If there had been obstacles in his path he was scarcely aware of them. The desire to get out had bested his opponent on this occasion and within a few moments he had managed to reach the next tear.

He had faith Orias would manage to get through, the cat had a knack for superior agility when it mattered most, but given their current location it wasn't as if the man could even see him to assist.

He hedged his bets for this one and stepped through...