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Castor
Running down the path as it appeared, knowing that there was danger to be had in the mirror realm, (the shades were not friendly, that much he was pretty certain about as far as he knew given how they were in the end, still creatures of Chaos that required energy and would be more than happy to feast on a royal). He did his best to not harm others, to try and be stalwart in his resolve to just press forward, to ignore the drain of darkness and the nagging feeling that he would be chased down and hunted should he stop.

His only saving grace was the fact he had been the fact that he hadn’t summoned his wings. If he had, he was certain he’d have landed on his a** with the wind. And as much as he liked Leto and Remarque, them catching him on his royal a** was not on his agenda for his stay in their domain.




Prompt 1: 1-2+3=2
Prompt 2: 2-2+3=3
Prompt 3: 5+3=8
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Total: 13
wc: 480

Zeta Corvi

Sharatan didn't have to tell Zeta twice. As much as she sucked at running, especially in heels, she had to keep going. The darkness was closing in on them and Zeta refused to allow herself to be a victim of anymore than she already was.

Closing her eyes, Zeta felt herself turn so her back faced the wind. Backwards she pushed against it, her foot nearly slipping twice but she turned finally and kept moving.


15+6 = 21

Rae

To be honest, hearing 'I got you Rae' might not have been the most comforting of things coming from a man bleeding from this face. Frankly it might not have been the most comforting thing coming from Quinn of all people but Rae had to give him props for trying.

There was no denying that she was scared, that her wrist hurt from his hold, that he clearly might have been more worried than she was. Rae wanted to stop it all and gather her thoughts...

But everytime she tried to figure out what was going on, this place seemed to throw them for a loop....

this time she had to hide behind Quinn to try and not slip from the wind.

10+(4-1)=13


4-7: A moderate wind pushes against you; it is strong enough to cause you some discomfort and forces you to brace yourself. You lose some time, but through concentration and willpower you are able to proceed without too much difficulty.

Pyrite
The change of energy made Pyrite hiss like a cat. She was not the type to take kindly to surprises and this was the absolute worst surprise she’d gotten in a while. Why anyone thought that summoning a crazy near youma to this space as being a good idea was in for a rude awakening. As soon as Pyrite righted herself from the rough introduction, the woman was attacking what looked like a wall, needing a quick vent of her frustrations and fury at having her meal ended prematurely by the sudden summons or kidnapping, (call it what you will, to her the result was the same, she hated it and wanted home immediately).

Once her rage semi subsided, Pyrite chased after the other, knowing that even if this place was chaotic, it would likely not be helpful, plus, no starseeds to eat. And she could go for a starseed or several. Going down after the previous group, she looked at the paths that were open. Her path chosen, the wind made the woman snarl as she fought hor her balance. She was a force of hate and rage and she would not be stopped.

WC: 195
p1: 2-2+1=1
p2 9-2+1=8
p3 9+1=10
Total: 19

void whoops

Spacewatch
Spacewatch had been sleeping. Rather Mordred had been sleeping, and she didn’t wake immediately when the mirrors had pulled her through. Okay, not entirely accurate. She’d been awake not awake. That state you were in right after waking up and just going through the motions. She’d been bleary awake not awake and had toothpaste foam in her mouth when she sort fell through the mirror in the bathroom, not even cognitive enough to scream for Arthur before landing and spitting out the minty foam.

She did not wake up for this hot mess of hell and smoke and fog and yelling and mirrors and no thanks she had her scars in the rift and she wanted out. She wanted out since yesterday like holy moly rolly polly she was not about this party.
“MOVE IT BUSTER.” She yelled at some taller senshi, shoving them down as she got up, scrambling to find an exit. Like hell she was gonna be sticking around for this ******** fest they called whatever this place was. She was gone. Going, going, okay the path she picked sucked a** but she was determined to get gone.
“SHUT THE ******** UP.” She yelled into the void as she ran, hating the weakening path and the dread racing up her spine. This was like the rift. She was going to die. People were going to die. She was panicking and she wanted to just get out and she couldn’t even get to her world and it was wrong.
She wanted to go home.

Why couldn’t she just go home?

WC: 262
p1: 5-2+1=4
p2: 9-2+1=8
p3: 2+1=3
Total: 15

Alum
Alum had been getting his hair done. Not just a quick wash, dry, and cut. No, it had been a full on styling. He was thinking a faux hawk. Cute, different than his long cute bun hair from his alter ego. He’d gotten as far as the wash and dry being done, getting ready for the cut when he’d pretty much fallen through the mirror with a shrill scream. It was the literal worst. As sense of vertigo combined with a sense of dread and unease made the corrupt senshi want to hurl.

Not only had he’d been yanked into so weird a** abyss that was so totally not his dominion, but it was just creepy. Creepy was not cool, and he was pretty certain that Metallia did not send him here and no, neither had any general king or queen so what gave? Grumbling, the corrupt eyeballed the space before starting his march to find an exist muttering how this was so not cool and he paid over 6o bucks for that styling he better not have missed it. (He probably was missing it, and actually hadn’t paid yet so at worst his hair was just very soft and clean okay, not a total loss but still.).
Path chosen, (and regretted almost immediately), he winced at the sound of whatever the ******** that was plus wibbly wobbly.

God above why did weird s**t always have to bother him at the worst times? It would just be his luck wouldn’t it.

WC: 251
p1: 3-2=1
p2: 2-2=0
p3: 4=4
Total: 5