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Huffing Ananke continued on her way climbing those stares really took the breath out of her... or maybe it was because this place was getting to her. Until a gust of wind happened which she was then send flying backwards. "Kya!" With a thud landed backwards "Ow..." Slowly picking herself back up carefully she looked at the edge she was so close to... that sure was a close one... With a huff she went back to jogging at a safe pace on the path.

Total points- 5 + 6 + 3 = 14 A gust of wind blows so strongly that it knocks you backwards a few paces. You lose your footing and wind up falling on your rear. You are able to get up, but you have lost valuable time as the wind pummeled you.

Katrina (-1)

Katrina Halloran, when not caught in the confines of her seemingly fragile civilian self, was a Negaverse General. She wasn't about to let a bit of wind, no matter how strong, force her off the path. She was going to find Danny. She was going to make it to the end and then claw her way out of this godforsaken hole by any means necessary.

The wind whipped at her face, leaving her cheeks red as she pushed on. To hell with this...To hell with all of it.

3 + 1 + 7 = 11

Eta, Mauvian (0)

The wind that brushed by wasn't enough to set her off course. She was able to stay low to the ground, creeping along the path without too much fuss. It would have been so much better had she not been split up away from Super Sailor Thisbe. Eternal Sailor Corvus was never going to let either of them hear the end of it.

There was also the matter of Themisto and Itsuki; two more allies who were now lost amidst the absolute nonsense that was whatever had happened to them. She had no idea how long they had been held captive in that room; hard to tell with nothing akin to a watch or any other time piece. The whole thing was nonsense. Nonsense.

Eta could only push on, determined to catch up and not be taken down by the mysterious wind.

4 + 2 + 6 = 12

Subra

She kept moving. Kept running. She was tired, and getting more tired as things went on, but she had to keep moving. Subra didn't want to fall, didn't want to be lost to...whatever strange place they were all in. She wanted to see Daniel and Owen and everyone else again! She yelped as the wind picked up, and might have knocked others over. But the little senshi was stouter than she looked, and braced herself and struggled a bit before pushing forward once more. No wind was knocking her down! Even if it delayed her. Oh that didn't bode well.

[6-2] + 1 + 7 = 12

Guinevere frowned. It wasn't exactly a joyful thing, to be confronted with the knowledge that the cat that had Awakened her and Morgan's adorable little sister were also stuck in this weird mirror hellscape.

"I haven't seen them, I'm sorry," she said, feeling a little guilty for not having looked more carefully. She'd been worried about herself, more than anything, and that was, as always, her biggest fault.

The wind began to pick up, and Guinevere wrapped her arms around herself, shivering and frowning. It was strong, but not so strong that she couldn't go forward, at least.

"Are you okay?" She called, towards Morgan, desperate to be able to keep her friend close.

Total: 19

Aokigahara sidestepped, carefully, reaching out to catch Ochre to keep the Corrupt from sliding too far. They'd become perhaps-unlikely allies in this awful little adventure, and he wasn't planning to see Ochre lost to the void of...wherever the hell they were.

"Are you alright?" He asked. For himself, he was lucky, it seemed - his sidestep had carried him to a spot where the wind was lessened, slightly, and ti was much easier to move forward, but that didn't dampen the horrifying shrieks coming from all around them.

Pleasant.

"I've learned not to ask too many questions about things like this," he said dryly, thinking of blood bubbling up out of dry ground and cold spots that vanished when he moved. "Magic brings us all sorts of fun, delightful improbabilities." His tone was layered with dripping sarcasm.

Still, he managed to crack a smile.

"I promise to carry your memory with me, regardless of what happens to us here," he said, and he put all the sincerity in the world into his voice. "Ideally, though, we'll both walk out of here."

With some luck, and with the hope that the awful sounds they were starting to hear were just that - faraway sounds they were safe from.

Total: 22

Castor had not expected to have anything to worry about when it came to the dark mirror or it’s senshi. As far as he considered them and their court, they were not enemies outright, but they were not entire allies. Commonality in a cause, a shared goal with limited resources that had advantages and disadvantages. They both had obvious reason it distract the negaverse and it’s agents. They both had valid reason and cause to seek their home worlds, their past lives, the power that had been denied to them with rebirth and Chaos’s iron grip and the wholesale loss of life that plagued the once vibrant worlds that once they knew as ‘home’, better or worse.

It might have been through the mirror he had found Mjolnir again, a once lost love, a woman who had returned to him through the mirror itself for love and freedom and hope- he’d been taken once to the realm of smoke and shadows and while interesting, he’d never had a desire to return. It was not his domain, and he would not begrudge the dark senshi their only sanctuary. They deserved that much, they deserved a place free of fear, or, fear of those like himself of order who would strike them down simply for not being alike.
So when he found himself back in mirror space he just stood dumbly looking around for Mjolnir then, Leto or Remarque, those only ones he’d expect to summon him for any reason, or having any power to do so. As far as he still knew, Ares was gone, and their queen was still dead.

When he stood up, he sighed, remaining in his eternal form, not wishing to draw any more attention to himself than needed.

God he hated this stuff.

(Prompt 1: 1-2+3=2)

(catching up whoops)

Delilah
She had lost site of Mathias somewhere in the divide. Between smoke and panic, her cousin had clearly been taken another direction. All Delilah could do at this point was pray he was alright...

She had come to realize some point ago that this wasn't the negaverse. For all their tricks and chaos, this was something else. But what?

Her thought process was stopped them when she felt wind smack her in her face. Hands flying up, Delilah was able to use her training to brace herself. It took a few moment for her to get her footing back but when she did, she was able to push against it.

Who opened a window?

11+(7-1)=17