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Super Sailor Bestla

Seeing that the kid seemed to be doing all right overall, Bestla allowed herself a small sigh of relief. As long as everyone made it out of whatever this was alive, she'd be content.

Even if some of the group were ******** Negaverse.

Jumping slightly at finding herself addressed by someone whom, she could only assume based on hearsay, was a Dark Mirror, she let a grin flicker across her face. Another tall was always fun. And since this dude seemed, well, not overtly hostile, she could at least be civil back.

"We're the same height, Tall Drink," she chuckled right back. "My ex is the same height too. He doesn't look nearly as good in a skirt as me though. Trust me. We tried."

Brushing her hair from her eyes as she studied the maze a moment.

"Fairy Fire," she answered after a pause. "What about you? And would I be correct in assuming you're a Dark Mirror?"

You managed to finish the strange task foisted upon you and, despite some of you being crispier than you might like. Upon completion of your task to something’s satisfaction, the door leading into the next room starts to rise. Before you stands a huge, incredibly wide staircase. It seemed to ascend for as far as they eye can see. Made of beige stone and criss-crossed with the same pulsing black circuit pattern you’re already accustomed to, it seems your first objective in this new area… is to climb. (You didn’t skip leg day, did you?)

Upon reaching the top, another large black door awaits you, rising as the first of your group nears it. You find yourself in another large, rectangular room, much like the first. Here, however, that mechanical humming sound seems much louder than you remember.

Once all of your group is in the room, the door SLAMS closed behind you, and a loud, monotonous voice booms through the room.



A heavy aura blankets the room, and before you know it…

The room begins to shake horribly. The floor is collapsing! And beneath the floor? There’s nothing.



Reach the end of the room and find safety at the door on the other side as quickly as you can! There’s an aura in the room which seems to be suppressing Chaos characters. While they could teleport and move freely in the previous room, their movement in this room feels sluggish and slow.

[The Rules]

Roll one (1) d10 for each post and follow these prompts:

• Roll 1-3: Maybe it’s panic, maybe it’s a poor choice of footwear. In any case, you’ve injured yourself while running! Take 3 damage.
  
• Roll 4-7: You’re able to keep ahead of the collapsing floor, but not by much. You’re slipping every so often. Take 1 damage
  
• Roll 8-10: You run on the side, don’t you? You’re way out ahead! If your character is ORDER, you can assist another character by ICly pulling them with you or pushing them forward. That person adds +2 to their roll! You can do this ONCE per 8-10 roll. (If this +2 bonus makes the other person get an 8 or higher, that person DOES NOT have the ability to bestow another bonus. No bonus chains here!)
  
• You can roll every half hour!
  

[Your goal is to reach a total of 100 for the group to escape into the next room.]

Captain Angelite

Stairs in heels? Christ.

The older Captain knew her poor legs would soon feel the brunt of the staircase climbing, provided she managed to make it out of the monument alive. Her mind did its best to memorize the scenery around her, keeping notes as she went of the bizarre circumstances and trap rooms they managed to find their way into.

Just when she thought their new location would provide a moment of relief, the blonde found herself wrong.

Very, very wrong.

Eyes cast a glance over towards the other agents. Her power was too consumed to teleport again so quickly - goodness knew she was doing well to simply make it on her own. Then again…. she didn't have to worry about any pesky prosthetics.

Calling out to the Lieutenant she'd just more or less teleport-napped for a moment, Angelite let out a curt, humorous laugh.

“Those long legs better be good for something, Lieutenant.” Somehow she found herself teasing him, despite their dire circumstances, “Because I imagine your General might need some assistance - running doesn't seem like it would be one of her many talents.”


(WC: 229 + 185 + 18 cool

Room Total: 18/100

DMS Super Ptolemaeus: 60 - 3 = 57/60

While the stairs were unexpected, they didn't seem particularly ominous - at least not any less than anything else the pulsing circuits criss-crossed - so Ptolemy began to ascend them along with the others.

"You kidding? What's the use of legs this long if you can't model skirts, right?"

The new door at the top caused his smile to falter for a moment, but he pushed it open and attempted to maintain a calm composure while simultaneously trying to stay alert.

"That sounds practical," he remarked upon his peer's reliance on her own strength. "And having change as a sphere is interesting for sure, but it's also extremely unpredictable in the form of my magic, so it's not always helpful. Sometimes it's the opposite." The swarthy young man shrugged. "Luckily, it's not often I have to fight anyone."

At being told she was pleased to meet him, he dipped his head and said, "Likewise. But I don't think I caught your name."

Of course the floor had to fall out from under them. What self-respecting booby-trapped obstacle course would miss out on collapsing floors? Mirrorspace certainly enjoyed them. Why not this place?

Even with his enhanced abilities, the ground under his sandals disappeared nearly faster than he was able to react. That was what he got for being too caught up in conversation to stay attuned to his surroundings. Ptolemy's unhelpful footwear slid on the sinking foundations as he attempted to bound toward the door on the opposite side of the room. He slipped and gasped sharply as he hurt his ankle, but he continued onward nevertheless.

"I don't want to be a kid," Onnie declared, pouting, "if only because everyone's always like this about it!" The way she set her hands on her hips, glaring at Ptolemaeus, was more than a little childish. "It's not a height thing either!! It's just -"

The floor fell out from under one foot and she squeaked, taking off as fast as her legs could take her, which was surprisingly fast. As she hurried, Onnie slipped her hand around his wrist and yanked, come on come on come on, she was not going to die in some stupid magic pyramid in the middle of the night before finals.

DM Sailor Lumen: HP - 45
Room Total: 39

Lumen eyed the other senshi and huffed at his assumption that the younger senshi didn't know what 'adventure' was. "I spend my free time walking around abandoned buildings and breaking into run down hospitals looking for ghosts. I think I have a perfectly healthy sense of adventure. None of it involves this though." He waved his uninjured arm around vaguely

"And I dont want to relax. I want to not be in here, where ever this is." Lumen let Ptolemaeus bandage up his arm but didn't stay still much longer after that. He didn't know how to keep still in the best of circumstances and this wasn't even a passable one.

Unfortunately for Lumen as he was pacing around the floor under them started to crumble and the senshi's foot slipped through a sudden hold in the floor. He smacked hard into the ground, the impact jarring his arms as he just managed to catch himself from falling hitting his face on the rapidly crumbling tile.

Room Total: 57/100 (49 previous total + 6 from roll + 2 assistance)

DMS Super Ptolemaeus: 57 - 1 = 56/60

"Always like what? That people think you can't do things or that you're in the way of the ones who can?" Despite his hurt ankle, the super attempted to grin and bear it as he hurried out of the way of the crumbling floor.

Somehow, though, he still managed to spare enough breath to address the Chibi Senshi. He wasn't normally fond of children, but her words intrigued him. He wondered what Tymiko would have thought of them. "I personally agree. But my younger sister would be heartbroken to hear you say that."

When his sandals slipped again, Ptolemy winced and slowed. It seemed more than just his footwear, too. Something about his chaotic energy felt like it was holding him back; making him sluggish. He couldn't afford to stop, though. Not with the threat of an endless abyss close at their heels.

Before he knew what was happening, a small but strong hand had closed around his wrist. His gaze followed up the arm to its owner and he stared, astonished. She was helping him? Him, a perfect stranger and a Chaos senshi to boot? She'd had every reason to simply continue ahead on her own. She would have been faster with better chances of reaching the safety of solid ground without the burden of him to drag behind.

"...Thank you," he breathed as he tried to keep up, doing his best to ignore the pain in his ankle. But then the pain reminded him of the young man whose injury he had just bandaged. Where was Lumen?

Daekie

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