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Blue Eyed Melloon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
46
Total: 46 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 12:57 pm
Still. Lost.
How was she still lost!?
She leaned against a mirror, feeling the cold seep into her arm. She had been running around this place for ages, and still hadn't found the correct path to get the heck out.
She pushed off of the mirror, and tried jumping into the air. The walls became thin, and she could see a path that seemed to be correct. Now she just had to get there....
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derivative rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:03 pm
Gilbert had told himself he was going to stay away from weird places and large groups of people following the monster attack on the kitchen. He'd told himself this, and he'd listened to himself for a few days. However... he was getting bored. Life was pretty boring and empty without work to distract him; there was no thrill of the unknown, no rush of straining his mind to put the pieces together and solve the puzzle of a crime. The biggest issue on hand for him, the past few days, had been what to put on his sandwich. He was pretty grateful that nothing else seemed to be going down that required epic feats of heroics, but at the same time, he was getting bored and restless.
And then he heard rumors about an unknown place being discovered in Leo Outpost. He couldn't just let that sit, could he? Well, he supposed he could, but a man could only do push-ups for so long while reading a magazine. Against his better judgment, he decided to go check out this new place, mostly because he was bored out of his skull and couldn't really resist the allure of the unknown no matter how hard he tried.
If he had work to distract himself, he would've been fine. But no. He didn't.
Leo Outpost was a little too rich for his blood in the general sense, highly decorated and ornate and really just... in your face, almost, with the luxury. He wondered, idly, how much the place would be worth if it were put in Earth terms -- he was willing to bet that Leo guy could be a multimillionaire if he wanted, broken s**t or no. It would be easy enough to say that the artifacts were handmade, too, in most places, because the things he'd picked up and polished felt just as normal as anything he might have used at home.
If he ever used a ruby-encrusted goblet at home, anyway.
Anyway, the place was nice, but he couldn't imagine living there. Entertaining there, yeah, but day-to-day living? Not so much. Then again, these Zodiac soldiers seemed to be able to go back and forth between the Surrounding and Earth easily enough, so they probably had regular apartments and regular jobs and the like back home.
That was almost too weird for him to consider.
He passed by musty painting, giving them cursory glances but not really lingering, hands in his pockets, elbows cocked lazily. He was in no real hurry to make it through what was becoming readily apparent as a maze; he kind of liked mazes, they were fun. It would be a puzzle to set his mind to, anyway, and he wouldn't even cheat by putting his right hand against the wall.
As he approached the mirrors, his brow furrowed and he slowed his walk, dress shoes tapping softly against the marble flooring. Well, that wasn't good -- there was some talk buzzing around the Outposts of bad things connected to mirrors, and he had suddenly found himself in a whole room of them. Well.. eh.
Despite what he'd seen so far, he still had a difficult time believing that actual people could come through mirrors, so he wasn't actually all that concerned. He swiped a finger through the dust on one, leaving a streak, and wrinkled his nose at it.
Man, Leo, you got some bad housekeeping, he thought.
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Blue Eyed Melloon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
23
Total: 23 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:03 pm
Don't panic...don't panic...
The walls seemed to get a little closer to her. Her fear was reflected in the mirrors around her, twisting her face into something far more frightening. Where the heck was she? How did she get out? Why were there always so many reflections?
Her brain was starting to ache, and she stopped, leaning over to catch her breath. What in the world was scaring her so much? They were just reflections in glass. It wasn't like they could reach out and get her...
Except there had been whispers of people who appeared in mirrors. People who weren't exactly good. Her heartbeat quickened until she forced herself ot calm down. She was a senshi!
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Guine rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:26 pm
Since he'd been "invited" to the Surroundning, Sessrumnir had gone from being curious to being bored. Nothing had happened since he'd been there. Just a lot of moving mirrors and people arguing amongst each other while the civilians wondered if they were going to be stuck there forever or not. He didn't understand why it was possible to take those who were powered and mirrors back to Earth when they couldn't just tuck a couple civilians under their arms and bring them back, as well. Perhaps a lack of intelligence as well as organization? Or maybe it really wasn't possible.
Either way, Sessrumnir had somehow wandered his way into the Leo Outpost and only decided to check out a hall of paintings because he'd been told it was interesting.
It wasn't. It was boring and dull. Sure, the place was ornate and s**t, but it wasn't his taste. He could care less about old paintings and decorations. He'd seen enough art museums as a kid, he didn't need to see any more.
Of course, whether he wanted to see more or not... it wasn't an option. It seemed as though this room he'd wandered into was a lot more complicated than it seemed. He didn't mind spending some time wandering around, but if it was going to be in an art gallery, he would rather get out while he could.
"Any idea which way the exit is?" he asked a civilian he caught sight of down the hall. "Or are you interested in the art?" Probably. The guy looked as though he had nothing better to do than to stare at art and compare and contrast Monet to Manet. The guy looked older than the others wandering the Surrounding, at least, and when he realized that he had to be at least his age, he was rather surprised. "Well, old timer, stuck with a bunch of kids? How's that treating you?"
Personally, it sucked.
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 100-sided dice:
43
Total: 43 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:31 pm
Damn it, this was getting ridiculous. Where was he again? Everything looked the same. Why had he even bothered to come in here? He was lost and had no idea how to make his way out. This was stupid. Why had he kept going after the first initial dead end? He should have just turned back around and left or found someone else or... something. Anything but this.
He stopped again, stood very still, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
When he opened them again, Ganymede had a determined look on his face. He was not going to allow himself to be defeated by some dumb maze. Glancing up, he quickly judged the height of the mirrors before jumping up to look over top and choose a direction to go in from there.
Okay... this way...
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 100-sided dice:
52
Total: 52 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:36 pm
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. No, this wasn't right. Everything still looked the same.
Then again, it was a maze of mirrors. How could things look any different? They reflected things -- him, each other. It was really very annoying. Just some small change would be nice, something to let him know he was at least going in the right direction. Jumping up to look over the walls of the maze didn't seem to be helping. Was he near the middle of the maze? Near the exit? The entrance? Should he go right or left? Should he keep going straight?
Eventually, Ganymede just closed his eyes and picked a direction at random. Nothing else seemed to be helping.
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 100-sided dice:
59
Total: 59 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:40 pm
Ganymede opened his eyes and looked at where his random direction picking had brought him.
Nowhere new. Still mirrors. Still the same looking.
Curse it all.
He glared darkly at his reflection before jumping up and looking over the walls again, and picked a new direction.
Perhaps this one would be better...
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Guine rolled 1 100-sided dice:
75
Total: 75 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:41 pm
It was a little disorienting, trying to figure out which way to go, but it was nothing to get frustrated about. It wasn't long before Valhalla found what seemed to be the heart of the maze, or at least a large section where there were no walls to block which way he went. He supposed he could just jump over the walls if he got stuck somewhere, or maybe even use his compass to try and figure out which way to go.
In fact, he pulled that out now, untucking it from where he'd stored it in his belt. He glanced back at the way he came and then down at the compass. Okay... so he had come from... the west? Was it really the west though? They weren't on Earth, and he was pretty sure the compass wouldn't work the same here as it did, there. Either way, the needle was pointing in one direction, so that was good. As long as it didn't start spinning he should be able to figure out which way to go.
He stepped over some of the rubble, heading for an opening in the walls opposite of where he was standing. The room was huge, but he should be able to figure out the exit soon enough.
In theory.
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 100-sided dice:
34
Total: 34 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:43 pm
As he turned a corner, Ganymede's foot caught on a piece of debris he hadn't noticed laying there -- so focused was he on picking directions that weren't helping and checking the mirrors to make sure no nefarious hands were reaching out of them, he completely forgot to check the floor to make sure he wasn't walking into anything that might trip him up. He shouted and stumbled, and all the dance reflexes in the world were apparently not enough to keep him from crashing to the floor.
He winced and whimpered and moaned and wished he had someone to whine to. As it was, he was quite alone, except for his reflection, which looked quite pitiful curled up on the floor, clutching his leg.
s**t, his leg!
He sat up quickly and stretched his leg out, then bent it at the knee only to extend it again. Okay, that felt alright. Maybe a little sore on the side, but nothing that should hinder his movement at all. He stood up to make sure, putting only the slightest amount of pressure on it at first, and when that didn't bring up any warning signs or red flags, he put more of his weight on it.
Fine. It felt fine. Good.
He released a heavy sigh, his shoulder sagging a bit in relief as he did so. He might have a little bruising -- he couldn't really tell under his stockings -- but it shouldn't be anything that'd keep him from dancing. He'd just... keep an eye on it and try to be more careful from now on.
Eyeing the piece of debris that had caused his fall, Ganymede cautiously continued onward.
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derivative rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:46 pm
Gilbert was a little surprised to be addressed; he hadn't realized anyone else had come in after him. Still, when he turned, it was with an affable smile and relaxed shoulders, every bit the picture of a man who had no real concerns about where he'd found himself. The maze didn't really seem that bad so far, though that could be just because he'd only just found the beginning. More than likely, it'd get more difficult as time went on.
Striding across the room, he stopped a short distance away from the other man and gave him a quick once-over, barely noticeable as more than a cursory glance. Around his age, which was odd; he hadn't met many who weren't teenagers, and that seemed to include the senshi running around. Obviously he wasn't a civilian, given his... rather interesting get-up, as well as the fact that Gilbert didn't recognize him at all. He was pretty well used to the group that had been stranded there, and even if he couldn't put names to faces, for the most part he could recognize faces.
Offering his hand, he laughed and shook his head ruefully. "Beggars can't be choosers for company. It's not so bad, all in all."
Except for the part where that Ricky fellow had been skinny dipping and Gilbert had gotten full frontal nudity out of the deal. Not exactly his idea of a good time... when it was a man.
Jerking his thumb over his shoulder, he said, "I think it's this way. If you want, misery loves company."
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 100-sided dice:
65
Total: 65 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:55 pm
Ganymede didn't know whether he should feel a little more confident about the state of his leg the more he walked or not. It wasn't paining him at all. Of course, that could always be the adrenaline at work. He couldn't be sure. He was currently in the midst of an internal crisis, wondering what the hell he was going to do if it turned out he had done something serious to his leg. What if he wasn't able to dance? Then his entire chance would be ruined and he'd have to go back to living his sad, pathetic life from before, with absolutely no future to look forward to whatsoever except for selling freaking paint and markers at his dad's ********. He needed to get out of here.
He looked down at his leg every once in a while as he walked, glad that he at least didn't see any blood seeping through the fabric of his stocking -- but then it was black so maybe it just wasn't showing up very well. Every once in a while, he reached down to touch where he'd bruised it and didn't feel anything. He swallowed as he turned another corner, glancing around him to make sure he wasn't about to run into anything else.
Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of something in one of the other mirrors. The reflection of a familiar looking fur-covered boot turning one of the other corners. Suddenly breathless with relief, Ganymede sped up his steps to try and catch up, shouting as he did so. "Val! Hey, Val, is that you?!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:04 pm
Sessrumnir cocked his head to the side slightly, glancing over the man as he approached him, before taking the offered hand to shake. Yeah, the guy was about his age. It also looked as though he was pretty fit, or at least he didn't sit in front of the television all day eating s**t. That was good to know. Maybe he just had a good metabolism, though?
"Misery indeed," he said with a small grin, amused by the nonchalance of this guy. "Sessrumnir, by the way. I'm a page of Jupiter," he introduced, figuring there wasn't any real reason why he couldn't say who he was. He was there, anyway. Might as well meet some people and help them out. If it wasn't out of burning buildings, it was out of mazes.
"Mirrors, huh?" he wondered, moving to head in the direction the man was pointing, finally catching a glimpse of the walls and walls of reflective surface. "You know they're getting rid of them, right? Apparently people can walk through them." Crazy s**t, that's what it was. He really hoped that it was just an elaborate hoax a few of them were playing on everyone else.
Maybe he could come up with a rumor that he saw people rising out of graves as well. See what happened then.
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derivative rolled 1 100-sided dice:
43
Total: 43 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:05 pm
Well, that name was a mouthful. Sessrumnir, huh? He wondered, for just a moment, if these people got to pick their own names. Leo and Virgo and all that were just fine and fairly normal as far as magical warrior names went, he guessed, but Sessrumnir? He supposed there was probably some significance to the name that went beyond him, but he would personally be a little put out if he found that his magical alias sounded like the noise he made when he gargled mouthwash.
"Nice to meet you," he said, nonetheless, smile widening at the corners of his mouth. "Gilbert Hennessy. DCPD, Homicide," he added, feeling that since the man had given him his... "occupation" of sorts that he could do the same. Not that it did him any good to be a police officer up in space, but he was pretty proud of how far he'd come, and he was going to cling to who he was for as long as he could.
Gilbert Hennessy. Recently promoted to detective in Homicide. He was going to get home, and he was going to see a shrink, and then he was going to get back to goddamn work. Because that was what he did.
As he fell into step with Sessrumnir, he cocked his head, eyes passing over their reflections while they walked by the mirrors. With company, it was easier to be distracted by conversation and pay less attention to where he was actually going, and Gilbert didn't seem all that concerned with getting out of the maze just then.
"I heard about that. Still hard for me to believe," he added, pursing his lips and then releasing a breath with a little pop. "I suppose anything's possible, given what's been happening lately, but I prefer my reality to have less space whales and Bloody Mary wannabes, you know?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:19 pm
Valhalla turned around when he heard his name, surprised to see anyone else in there, especially someone that he knew. "Ganymede? What are you doing in here?" he wondered, hoping the senshi hadn't been wandering around for too long. It tended to get a bit confusing after a while, but luckily he had his compass. Hopefully they'd be able to find their way out with that.
"Are you okay? Why are you limping?" he asked, eyeing Ganymede's leg as he made his way over to where he was standing. He hadn't gotten hurt somehow, had he? He wouldn't be surprised. There was a lot of debris around that they could hurt themselves on. Hopefully it wasn't anything serious, though.
"We should get out of here and head over to Virgo Outpost," he suggested, hoping they would at least find the exit soon. "You don't need me to carry you, do you?" he figured he'd offer. He would have offered to carry anyone if they were hurt, and since Ganymede was, apparently, he definitely wouldn't mind carrying him around.
It had to be mirrors, didn't it...? He'd been fine with the paintings, but now endless mirrors... "We should just break them," he mumbled under his breath, but he didn't and wouldn't act on the impulse. Something in his gut was telling him to break every mirror he saw, though...
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 100-sided dice:
52
Total: 52 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:23 pm
Ganymede brightened when he saw that it was indeed Valhalla, his favorite page, and though he was quite curious as to what he was doing in here as well -- lost, too, by the looks of it -- he came to an immediate stop when the page noted how he was limping.
He... he was?
"I am?" he wondered, looking down at his leg. "I didn't think I was. s**t, does it look bad? ********, this sucks. I didn't think I'd done anything too bad to it. I tripped over some rubble back there," he said, making a general motion with his hand in some direction that probably wasn't right at all.
"Damn it," he cursed again, and leaned over to finally just push his stocking down and take in the damage. "It guess my knee looks a little bruised on the side, but I can bend it just fine and it doesn't really hurt to walk. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I mean, I was, 'cause I'm trying to get out of here, but I wasn't looking at the floor."
He lit up again when Val mentioned the magic word -- Virgo Outpost. Of course! He'd chided Europa on staying put long enough to heal there. He should have remembered! He could only blame his sudden panic for making him forget.
Even still... the offer to be carried was tempting. "If you insist," he said with a teasing little smile, and circled around Val to jump up on his back. "A piggy back ride never hurt. Let's go that way," he said, pointing in another random direction. "Everything looks the same around here. Oh, wait, you're using your compass?" He paused to peer over Valhalla's shoulder to try and look at it. "Maybe that way then? What do you think?"
Whichever way they picked, he gave Val a comforting squeeze from his place on his back when he heard him mumbling -- though he wasn't sure who he was comforting more, himself or the page.
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