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Acubens grinned at Melpomene as he offered his magical ability with the group. He didn't have to... didn't really want to, she could tell, but he did. She patted his arm affectionately and cast her earth-green gaze about the room.
With everyone who was going to show up now congregated, Acubens lifted her voice above the din.

"Alright squad! The name of the game is crystals! It doesn't even matter what kind! The point is that the central island in Mirrorscape can be terraformed, so let's do just that! If we wanna make this place a home, we have to make it look like one, right?

Buddy up, stay with the group, and if you get lost don't panic. All mirrors lead outside, you can either exit or try and find us with your compacts."

And with that, she extended an arm towards the door, inviting those who had gathered to begin their search.

While Logos preferred and was more comfortable with titles and ranks, she also understood that it was important that her companion also be comfortable. So Logos swallowed her pride and parrotted the two names she was given, again committing them to memory.

When Lesath approached her, however, Logos snapped back to attention.

"Thank you, Miss Lesath," she responded, "I am very well. I'm hoping you have been well also." With two kids, however, there was only so well she could be. Logos could only imagine how stressful life was for her. Though mothers constantly stressed how wonderful motherhood was, Logos could not see past all of the obstacles children placed down before them.

"I missed you as well. I'm sorry for not powering up more often. Or even... coming around as myself.

"Miss Lesath, this is Boon-Nam, powered into Itokawa. Senshi of Fairy Rings. Boon-Nam, this is Lesath, my mentor."

Turning his blue eyes onto Acubens the senshi of bleeding hearts shook his head slowly. "Why do you think me and Logos would get on well?" Seeing as he wasn't much for other people, he didn't want to become close to people, he didn't know why Acubens thought he'd get on well with anyone much less two people.

"Why are you humbled by me? You have gained the respect of all these people." That should humble a person...not his attention and only his. He wasn't worth that much, not enough to humble someone.

"I don't need to form alliances, I'm fine on my own - I always have been." He'd lived on his own, sort of, since forever. He was capable of continuing that now, even if he was a senshi and involve din some sort of magical chaos. "Friends...I don't have any aside from you and that's fine. Making more hurts." The last part was a whisper. Because making friends, and then losing them, hurt. He was sure of it. It hurt to lose people you cared about...even if you can't remember them.

Looking down at Mithra he nodded his head slowly at her words. "I agree...we need to gather more often - socially. Not just for this, though this is a good reason to band together." To help with building their home up and making it something bright and enjoyable.

For a moment he stilled, stopping Fulu from moving in the process. Something felt off....like a presence that you just saw from the corner of your eyes and felt there. But nothing was there but them - all of them. It wasn't anyone here though, at least no one that he could see. "Mithra?" He questioned, raising a brow and hoping she felt like he did.

"Does it feel like mirrorspace is about to turn on us?" He asked in a whisper, not wanting anyone around them to panic, especially not if he was the only one feeling it. His hold on Fulu tightened as he swore mentally to keep the other safe, he didn't trust what he was feeling. "Or someone is here....but not here?" He asked while dark eyes darted about, as if he might see whatever was out there watching them.

Arnica was reasonably surprised to see how popular his sister was, but there was a part of him that was happy to see people that cared about her. He had worried for his sister, and often, but to know that there were others in the Court that maybe weren't so bad gave him enough optimism that he figured he could probably handle getting to meet some of them.

Even if this number of them was a little overwhelming.

Still, he offered a polite smile at every new face that approached his sister. He was an investigator by nature, and not knowing who was worth trusting by face alone, he was reluctant to speak loudly or haphazardly.

Orangeish Sherbert

Noir Songbird

Remarque was keeping an eye on everyone; he offered a wave to Tantalus in return. Despite his domineering personality and his power signature, he didn't make much of an effort to interject into the rest of the conversation. He acknowledged when spoken to, either with a little nod or a slight wave. To Mithra, he'd had half a mind to nudge her back but she was already off before he could return the harassment. It was for the best; even he didn't want Acubens nagging about him causing trouble.

Mostly, he watched, he listened. He learned.

Sleet Tempest Snape

Sweenys Revenge

SSBrosB

What was once a watchful eye has grown increasingly angry as the group of intruders delves deeper and deeper into what it percieves as its domain. The feeling of being watched grows to a feeling of being followed. What can only be described as a "clicking growl" can be heard at times. One or two senshi may even have seen a shadow. Even the newest and greenest of the Court should be able to feel that something is not right. What sort of trick is mirrorspace trying to play with them?

Still, they press on and on until Acubens pushes open a door and leads the group somewhere new. Where there used to be endless hallways and doors, they now spill out into a large greenhouse. Panes of glass that should be clear are frosted milky white like the rest of Mirrorspace, making the view outside impossible to see. The room itself is about the size of a school's gymnasium and soars just as high. You may crane your neck to see the ceiling, and find that it is only barely perceptible, as the humidity of the room has created a foggy haze in the rafters.

The greenhouse itself has all of the usual accouterment one might expect to find, with of course the same fun twists Mirrorspace always provides: cabinets with gardening tools, boxes and sacks of strange mixtures with incomprehensible text, raised beds with chalky white soil strangely reminiscent of the dust found on the Realms. Another strange twist is this: not one of the raised beds has anything growing in them. You may rake your fingers through the dust to try and find roots or seeds, but you will find nothing.

The only thing growing is a strange lily in the center bed. It looks like any lily one might find on earth, except for the color. The petals are a gentle blue color and the center of the flower is nearly black. Upon inspection, however, someone might notice that the black center is slowly growing. And the more people that notice this, the faster it begins to turn.

When it is, at last, completely black, an ear-splitting screech, like the sound of metal on concrete, cuts through the air. The soil in the center bed begins to quake and suddenly vines shoot out, coiling and twisting into a vaguely humanoid shape around the lily. The newly created... or rather the newly awakened monster lets out yet another shriek and swings it's arms, catching the nearest senshi and flinging them across the room.

MONSTER HP: 100 - 3 (97)
Remarque HP: 28/30

There were an amazing number of expletives Remarque could have uttered when the creature first appeared but there were even more he could have utilized when it <******** hit him.

Him!

Minding his own business, and it through him across the room.

Not Acubens, who started all of this, who had led them here. Who probably ran around the halls of Mirrorspace screaming for something to jump out at her. Who probably thought it would be fun to have a giant monster popping out at her.

No, it attacked him.

Remarque was more offended than he was hurt, but he was still angry. Before he had even stood upright, the voice in the back of his mind was reminding him that it was probably better that he was targeted instead of any of those less equipped to handle it.

It didn't mean he liked getting thrown across the room, though.

He cast a quick glance at his wife to make sure she was fine--habit--and to make sure none of the other Dark Mirror Senshi had been on the receiving end of any damage, but he was already casting his magic before he'd even righted himself.

Strings descended on the beast, and though Remarque was not particularly a fan of his magic, or any magic, it was good when there was a hell of a lot of distance between him and his target and he needed to buy time to cross the distance between them. His basic magic was far from his strongest, but he wasn't going to waste energy on magic he didn't care for; the strings gathered at the beast's limbs, tugging and pinching and squeezing. He knew how they could affect a person, but something like that?

He doubted it would be as effective.

Monster's HP: 95 - 1 = 94
Acubens HP: 25/25

Acubens had become increasingly more agitated as they went deeper into Mirrorspace. Several times she wondered about going back but second-guessed herself. This might have just been Mirrorspace up to its usual tricks again, right? She had frequently felt uneasy or prickly when walking through the ghostly halls of the place, even as an experienced eternal.

And then the monster attacked.

She watched Remarque soaring across the room and cursed loudly. He was going to find a way to blame this on her, she just knew it. And, if she was being candid with herself, it probably was her fault. She should have turned back around. She should have called gone a different way when she picked up on the feeling at the very least, but certainly once it started getting volatile.

No time for "should haves" she chided herself. Bracing herself next to Melpomene, Acubens called her attack, but halted herself. There were too many people around, and the space was too enclosed. Not a good idea to use her magic. So instead she reached for the first thing she could... a spade.

She lobbed it and it bounced off harmlessly and she cursed again.

"Mel, baby, looks like we've got work to do."