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Tomlin 3 - 2 (late) = 1

Tomlin heard the metallic shrieking first, and his ears flattened away from the screech. Which was probably a good thing, because the wind, when it hit, was like running into a brick wall. The first gust stopped him in his tracks. Before he had a chance to brace, the second slammed into him, knocking him head over tail. He tumbled backwards in a ginger furball down a handful of stairs before determined claws caught in a crack snaking its way down their narrow path. The blocks were already crumbling as he dragged himself back to safer ground.

He righted himself with some effort, and set out slowly forward again. Hopefully Liryn was too busy fighting the wind himself to have noticed his embarrassing near-fall.


Total: 14 + 1 = 15





Euporie 2 - 2 (late) = 0 1

So running upstairs was hard. Chibi Euporie frowned at the path ahead of her, trying to avoid looking at the blackness over the edge below, or the blackness stretching above. The tips of her hair whipped in her face, getting in her mouth, her nose. And then her hair was blown straight back, and the skirt of her dress too, tangling against her legs. And then the wind was suddenly so strong it puffed out her dress like an umbrella and lifted her feet off the stairs.

She landed a few stairs down, back on her butt and waaaay too close to the edge, and the wind continued to push against her like it didn’t want her on the stairway at all. But there wasn’t a path back anymore, it was all falling down!

And since there wasn't any way back, she had to go forward. She wasn’t going to let any wind bully her, she was a Superhero! Euporie set her palms on the step above her and began scrabbling her way upward again, slowly, like a rock climber clinging to a cliff face.


Total = 13 + 1 = 14

The splintering sound suddenly changed from behind them to above them. Huge shards of mirrors began to be flake off of something above them. In the darkness, they hadn’t seen it before; even now, it was too dangerous to try and look up. A wall of black smoke concealed the source of the shards, but the group could see enough to know they should be worried. The large shards curled and twisted as they fell, mutating into strange shapes before they plummeted into the platforms below with great force.

The wraiths scattered instantly, but it was barely a relief considering this new challenge. The falling debris could cause damage to anyone it hit but at least they could move to try and dodge it—the pathways? Not so much.

The mirrors, shards and strange shapes and all, began to crash into all three pathways, sending huge portions crumbling below. It seemed like there’s no avoiding it; they were losing their pathway, but they might still be ale to keep their life!

…For now.

Super Sailor Caia

”I’m going,” Caia promised, but he wasn’t moving fast enough. He tried, but there was no avoiding the debris the fell. The first chunk that hit him was easy to brush off, but the second piece of glass sliced into his arm with enough ferocity that he exclaimed and, for a split second, loosened his grip on Theodore.

He seemed alarmed and tried to grab the cat, but with the ground crumbling beneath him he didn’t even have any ability to ground himself to do so.

“I’m sorry!” he blurted, trying to regain his grip on the Mauvian. The debris was large enough to cause damage to him, much less a small cat, and he seemed frantic to try and protect him as best he could.

Total: 7+6+7+2+6 = 28

Hvergelmir Knight of the Cosmos

Fear and adrenaline were, it turned out, very good motivators. The ceiling -- was there a ceiling? -- began falling, and Hvergelmir had to scramble to dodge crashing mirror chunks as she ran. She was doing well -- but still, the falling debris was striking the path underfoot, hastening its structural losses. Gradually, the ground beneath her broke apart entirely, and began to fall, taking Hvergelmir with it -- riding a falling chunk of rock downward like a fractured surfboard.

She hoped for a soft landing.

Captain Quartz

Quartz regretted taking the high path as it began to fall away beneath him. Chunks of overhead debris cracked down around him, dismantling the floor; Quartz dodged what he could, and struggled to keep his footing for as long as he could. When the floor gave way entirely, he wondered if there was any point in trying to balance himself just for a more dignified fall.

Hvergelmir: [9+ 2-2] + [7+2] + [9+2] + [6+2] + [9+2]= 48

Quartz: [8+1-2] + [5+1] + [3+1] + [8+1] + [9+1]= 36

Mlinzi

Mel’s tail twitched slightly at the muttered thanks Lacerta said as she got back to her feet and started to move again. He liked being praised, almost as he liked pets and fish and weapons and mystery shows, but he also didn’t want to get too distracted since he was still taking out wraiths for as long as they came close. He even did his best to keep them away from the senshi, she didn’t seem to handle them well and was moving really slow. They needed to go fast though. The wraiths weren't helping any either.

When they suddenly scattered back into the darkness it only gave Mel a moment of relief before the world started to crash down around them…. Literally. Mirrors were falling everywhere. Big ones. Small ones. Slivers and hunks. Like someone blew up a mirror store and then dumped the remains in over their heads. It was one messed up rain. A rain of mirrors! Or would it be a blizzard? A hail storm? Typhoon? Overall it didn’t matter what it was called because it didn’t change what it caused, the rapid destruction of the stair.

He had just enough time to see Lacerta tumble from the path as it broke under her before he too lost the battle with the crumbling path. Even as her cry was cut off his own yowl of surprise filled the space as he once more dropped into midair. Cat’s weren’t birds! They weren’t meant to fly! Not like this!

First Roll: 5
Second Roll: 5
Third Roll: N/A
Fourth Roll: 8
Fifth Roll: 5
Total: 23 (18+5)
((4-7: While you are hit with falling debris, you realize you have gotten fairly lucky. You manage to escape without more than a bruise or scratch (unless you choose to take more damage), though the ground still crumbles beneath you. You are thrown off balance and topple towards the blackness below.))




Arthur Quinton aka Quinn

Quinn’s fight with the mirror wraiths ended abruptly with the bone chilling splintering from above. It sounded like a massive pane of glass shattered, or ice cracking. Either way it didn’t bode well especially when the little ghost ******** scattered back to whatever hell they spawned from. He didn’t have much chance to breath though before the danger became apparent with the fall of mirror peices put their lives in imminent danger. If one of those things hit them they would be done for, as it was Quinn was barely able to avoid the bigger pieces as he raced up the stairs, dragging Rae along with him, or rather trying to. The stairs were falling apart just as fast as the Mirrors were slamming into them.

He let go of her for one moment, for one split second when he used his arms to protect his face from a rather vicious looking shard shattered right in front of him. Pieces of glass sprayed everywhere, slicing into his arms like there was no tomorrow. His clothes protected the majority of the rest of him but boy did it do a number on them. It wasn’t the clothes or his now bloody arms that were what caused Quinn to curse. It was the rapidly widening hole that the shard had punched through their path. One he wasn’t able to backpedal away from fast enough. “s**t!” It was the only thing he could get out as the ground gave way and he dropped into the blackness below.

First Roll: 1
Second Roll: 5
Third Roll: 8
Fourth Roll: 8
Fifth Roll: 7 (8-1)
Total: 29 (22+7)
((4-7: While you are hit with falling debris, you realize you have gotten fairly lucky. You manage to escape without more than a bruise or scratch (unless you choose to take more damage), though the ground still crumbles beneath you. You are thrown off balance and topple towards the blackness below.))

Faustite, Captain

The draining slowed him greatly; Faustite stumbled against the wind and pitched backward with his lethargy. The world spooled out in exhausted stars. His gaze swam with unbidden darkness, blots of black threatened him —

Struck him —

Splayed him out across the floor. The strike to his temple throbbed; the blow to his thigh ached. A tinny, metallic thrum sounded with a third blow, striking the system of pipes that claimed his back. The pain reached intolerable heights - the reverberation alone stole his breath away, left him to wollow in a sea of his own pain. Faustite bit back cries better saved for death. He writhed beneath the aching muscle, the bruised bone. Beads of blood welled up around one of the pipes, threatening to bloom into his uniform. Smoke leaked from antique brass.

Paralytic pain slowly departed, leaving him wasted on the floor. He did not have to wait long; before he could recover what little energy he retained, the path opened out to whisk him away.

He would know nothing but smoke.

Total: 23

Ochre, Corrupted Eternal Senshi

"Well, I mean…" Ochre paused and pretended he was searching for words. "They're like…"

Ochre feigned his own temporary distraction by grabbing at the last of the creatures. It passed through his fingertips unscathed - perhaps better for it. Aokigahara himself contended with his own in much the same fashion. "They're sorta like youma but not. Someone out there is telling them what to do, and they like… Attack us. Kinda. I mean, you felt it, right? They drain energy. And then they take it back to this, um, special place where they have all kind of crystals. And then they just put the energy in the crystals like they're supposed to. By, uh… By passing through it. Like they're passing through us. And then they go back out and do it again.

"But you can kinda dust them like youma. And then they get regenerated in this special area with all the crystals and come at people agai— n— uh— s**t!" Ochre broke off his explanation when whole chunks of structure came down toward them, each piece striking the ground with unchecked fury. Ochre sidestepped what he could, and while a few pieces clipped him, the rest impacted harmlessly into the path.

Except the errant chunks finally broke up the structural integrity to the path and that, too, began to fall out from beneath them. He spread arms for balance, searched frantically for a path outward. But all around them, the sole locale crumbled without hesitation; searching for a last bastion against the disaster proved futile. He jerked back, stumbled. He reached for better purchase.

And yet, with all that effort, he was sent into darkness.



Total: 37

Danny (-1)

There wasn't enough time for recovering, sadly. As soon as the ghost-like creatures finally decided they'd had enough fun terrorizing the group, a low rumble through the room (cavern? empty void of space they occupied??) had Danny looking to the sky with panic in his eyes.

"Come on, Kat, we've got to get out of here." The young man started yanking on the exhausted looking girl - there wasn't enough time to be a gentleman about it. Had he the energy, he might have tried picking her up but at the moment, Daniel McKay was simply doing well enough to stand on his own two feet, much less try to pick anyone else up.

Rocks began to crash down around them and he did his best to dodge - but how did one dodge the unknown? Pebbles turned into rocks turned into what felt like miniature boulders as they crashed into his shoulder, his arms and then, painfully enough, one smack on the back of his head.

Dazed, he toppled forward, hand struggling to keep hold of his coworker's. He'd just found her, he wasn't about to lose sight of her again, not when ---


The rest of his thoughts disappeared, along with the bruised and bleeding blonde, as he disappeared into the void with a horrified expression painted on his face.







First Roll: 10(-1) = 9
Second Roll: 5(-1) = 4
Third Roll: 10(-1) = 9
Fourth Roll: 6 (-1) (-2 to stay with Kat) = 3
Fifth Roll: 4 (-1) = 3
= 28