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[ Round 2 - 40/40 HP ]


The deal was simple. A brief moment of knowledge. Of knowing. Answering every question he'd ever humored, ever dreamed. The escape he'd been looking for for so long. He'd forsaken everything. The school, those silly thoughts and dreams of something else. He needed only one thing, his answer. That was all that mattered. It was all he'd looked for.

And with the flick of his wrist and his signature on the contract, he knew he'd have it. That last answer. For a the brief moment.

He would know all he was before his memories of Amity. And then he would die.

He saw it in the mirror, the moment of forgiveness that was so perfect… He never thought she’d forgive him for destroying that careful beadwork that had been passed down for so long. The wide necklace that she had worn for ages that he had destroyed quite by accident because he’d wanted to wear it ‘just for a bit’, and gotten it snagged hopelessly on a branch. He’d tried so hard to get it free but there had been a small snap, and then there were beads scattering everywhere.

He’d never found some of them, precious tiny bits of turquoise and soft gold. Pearls that rolled away and under stones and bits of tigers eye that were lost into the pond.

He’d gathered up everything he could, but she had been SO furious his mother, that she hadn’t spoken to him for a week, even for years after she changed the subject when it came up, always scowling or hissing, sometimes just leaving the room.

The vision faded, and there was the white queen, terrible, terrible thing that she was in the surface of the mirror. He’d already seen himself come free of a reflective surface…small wonder that he attacked.

The mirror shattered under the weapons wing, and the swing carried through to the other side, to the person who was there behind it where he hadn’t been able to see.

“OH!! I’m sorry!!” He flustered. “I…it was…she was right there!!”

Round 2 - 40/40

”You’ve got to be shitting me.” She eyed the trainee’s stance, awkwardly bent knees and all. One hand on her hips, Alaska walked over to harshly kick the lad in the back of his knees. “That’s a real shitty fighting stance, if you ask me.” The woman considered walking away to leave the poor thing on his own to decipher what a ‘proper’ stance was, but eventually she bent down to physically manipulate his limbs. “Legs spread apart just so. Knees slightly bent. Tighten your grip on your weapon. Do you want it to come flying out of your hands?”

He fidgeted nervously, trying to stammer out an answer before she stood up to lightly smack him across the face. “You’re not gonna last long at this rate. Get your s**t together,” she answered firmly. Once satisfied with his stance, she began to walk backwards. With both weapons in her hands, she motioned for him to rush forward. “Alright, try to hit me.”

A click of her tongue as he blindly ran toward her. Even in her heels, she managed to lazily step out of his path. “I know we’re the sun division, but try to put some thought into your moves. Try.” She continued to speak in a condescending tone as she carefully offered advice with each step the green trainee took.

A flash of white. The Queen. Suddenly on the alert, the hatter grabbed her mace to smash the mirror to pieces, but found a fellow player in the queen’s stead. “******** class="quote">

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Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror!

He couldn't ask any more questions. Memories poured into his mind from all sides—Ruth, Piper, Yildirim Ignatius, apparently—and Big squeezed his eyes shut until they passed, trying desperately to retain some of the stronger feelings that came with them, even though they were overwhelming. Triumph, shame, despair; involuntary emotions, if they were anything like his had been, but that only made them better.

When they faded he thought he'd received a reprieve, but now there were only...

"Mirrors? What's going on?"

He looked at Q and Blight, and in the distance fouof, but then all he could see were the reflections of a thousand false futures.

The moment a hand touch her shoulder, the girl snatched at it, hoping to cling to someone. Thankfully it was someone she knew, but instinct to back away from the person she saw standing over her was strong enough that she let go, only for a moment.
"A-are you ok? What's going on?" She spit out, flailing back for Leslie's wrist as she uncurled herself and tried to get back on her feet. No other memories came to her, but she was dreadfully curious and he was here, so why not ask him?
"What happened? Why is this happening now? It was supposed to be good when we won, right?" They weren't very good questions, but she wasn't going to touch on his memory at all so this was the only thing she could question.

"Wait you think I'm ok? Really?!" Now she really hastened to her feet, not quite smiling but at least looking hopeful as clumsy shoes found ground and her body went properly upright.
It faded a moment later and she jabbed a finger toward the cascade of mirrors.
"Leslie... What's that?"

There it was. That tone. If it wasn't in the eyes, it was in the tone; he misunderstood, for the moment, the cause of that the oddly expressive voice his friend had used. He knew that the other man had experienced the emergence of old memories as well, but it was too freshly timed and found it too easy to jump to conclusions.

He had been seconds away from punching the man he called his friend when he was grabbed instead and pulled forward roughly. It took him a few seconds to realize what had happened and what was going on, and when he did he simply couldn't believe it. Finn was hugging him? That meant the world was ending.

"That's a ******** understatement." Ripley managed to get out, his voice shaking as much as he was. This hug wouldn't last long, so he took advantage of the friendly gesture while he could, and leaned his face against the man's shoulder. His arms lifted next and he returned the hug as tightly as he could. A moment later and he tensed in the wake of a shuddering, near sob of a breath.

"s**t." Ripley breathed out, cursing his whole situation. "This was a mistake." He grumbled finally to himself, untangling himself from Finn. He hadn't expected to be hugged, and the moment he was, he wanted to stay there and break down; he could never allow himself to do this. Ever.

"Thanks, man." He offered, quickly working to rub his face free of tears, trying to get back to the way he was before this Grief b***h messed with his head.

Before Pumcat could say anything further to Briar the White Queen seems to dissapate for some reason however that wasn't so tons of mirrors of all shapes and sizes appear which divides her away from Briar "H-huh?!" she says in confusion as she suddenly finds herself surrounded by mirrors "Oh dear... I hope this isn't like with the Caterpilliar..." she says before something suddenly catches her eye it looked like one of the White Queen's wings curious yet unsure she looks into the mirror only to be pulled into a vision instantly

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP/40 HP ]

She found herself in a office one that looked much like her fathers when she looks around she spots a woman who looks almost... almost like a much older version of her! The older her looked tired and had a sadness behind her eyes yet put on a false smile as another woman walks in "Here's the sales report m'am" the woman says in a friendly tone she looked almost like one of her cousins... "Ah thank you so much" her older self says then takes the folder the other woman smiles but notices the sadness in her older self's eyes her eyes flick to a picture frame on the desk before looking up at her older self before giving a almost apologetic smile then leaves the older version of her sighs then stands up and talks to the window it confirms her supicion that this was infact her fathers office but that left her with a few burning questions...

"Whats going on here...? Why am I running the family business? Wheres... Wills...? He wanted to take over the family business..." she mutters as the vision continues her older self sighs once more a deep sadness could be felt radiating from her older self and you could sense a heavy burden on the womans shoulders finally her older version goes to sit down and looks at the picture frame before picking it up as she does a tear rolls down her cheek

As she moves to see who it was Pumcat's heart nearly stopped "W-wills......" Pumcat says breathlessly as it feels like she had just been punched in the gut there in the picture frame was a picture of her brother with the words "In loving Memory" written on the bottom the little orange haired cheshire cat wraith began to shake as her older self finally speaks once more "I... I miss you Wills its been so long sense you... passed... I wasn't meant to take over the farm... you were... Iv kept things going as good as before but... It would have been better in your hands... I love you brother..." her older self says sorrowfully as more tears joined the first

It was at this point she couldn't stand it anymore she tears her eyes away from the mirror and wraps her arms around her shoulders as her tail curls defensively around her leg and her ears pin back she was quite visably shaking and was tearing up herself "N-no... T-that can't be a vision of the future!" she chokes out weakly suddenly a whole version of the White Queen appears in the mirror and begins taunting her over what she saw fear and sorrow turn to upset as she growls a bit at the malicious queen "I-I should have know! It's a trick!" she yells then unfolds herself from her defensive position

While she didn't have her cards or her claw gloves she still had the default claws of a Cheshire Cat! Pumcat holds her hands out and her nails glow a light solid blue the glow then lengthens and comes to a point at which time the light bursts off to reveal her nails had become sharp strong claws then out of shear annoyance if nothing else she slashes at the mirror and shatters it

1st Round! Roll 2

He didn't have much experience in love. He was a bit sniffly and ugly and sort of gross looking. Good for scaring not so good for attracting a mate. Still, it didn't stop him from watching him. They were in the same class and he was a fine griffon with adorable wings.

He'd walked up with a flower he'd stolen off some woman's hat. His courage barely there as he offered it to him. The other monster paid him no heed as his arms wrapped around another male and pressed a kiss to him. They strutted off together and Basile snuffed once more before letting his flower fall.