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General Benitoite

"I thought so as well, that's normally how it works. I'm talk with Remarque as soon as I can - after we escape this mess." He was hoping the prince of mirrorspace might have a clue as to how everyone had gotten pulled in, with no help from a dark mirror senshi, somehow though he doubted the other would know. He figured if it was possible he'd have known by now from Remarque.

"That would throw anyone off." Not sleeping right, and not needing to, plus the inability to tell day from night...that would mess with anyone. His cousin was just more pron to having his sleep schedule screwed up. When the wind pickled up he had worried for his cousin but it seemed he needn't' worry. it seemed, as he looked back at his cousin handling the wraiths, that he needn't worry all that much about him - he could handle himself well enough.

He should have been prepared for things around them to start falling apart, literally, but he really sort of wasn't. How do you prepare for a ceiling, one which you don't even see, shattering like a mirror and falling down onto you? Putting his arms up to block, and protect, his head he felt some of the debris hitting him and stepping backward, he found his balance compromised and his foot slipping as he went over the edge of the path - falling...and then grasping. He had a hold of the paths edge and was staring up with wide eyes. he did not want to fall - he really didn't. He didn't trust what might be down there. "Cuprite!" Calling for his cousin, hoping the older might be able to pull him back up to safety.

His grip though, strong as it was, couldn't hold what was no longer there. When the bit of path under his hand gave way the blond found himself falling...towards what he didn't know.







Rolls:
1: 9 (7+2 bonus)
2: 11 (9+2 bonus)
3: 7 (5+2)
4: 11 (9+2)
5: 6 (4+2)
Total: 43

Eta, Mauvian (0)

Victory! Themisto was so very close and she had almost caught up to him. Eta had battled through the wraiths and they'd broken up, no longer hounding her every move. The senshi that knew one of her senshi was just up ahead and, and....

The floor started to crumble beneath her delicate paws just as the ceiling started to fall above her. She continued on, using nimble feline agility to narrowly dodge the debris. "Sailor Themisto! Have you seen Th---" Her words were cut short by a piteously startled meow as her next leap found her without footing.

Down, down, down Eta fell.

4 + 2 + 6 + 5 + 10 = 27

Super Sailor Thisbe (+1)

Pride goeth before a fall.

Thisbe had pushed forward with such confidence. She had faced her fears to press on. Her legs ached from the way she'd taken to the stairs, muscles that she hadn't used in ages pulling as she pushed them past their limits. There had to be an end to the stairs. There had to be an end to this nightmare.

There was, and it was not the sort of end that Thisbe had wished for.

The end came in the form of shards of something falling from above. They changed shape, shifting and become more as they continued to fall. Some of the shards shifted into small balls like hail, pelting at her skin. Others crashed down as boulders, breaking away the fragile stairs beneath her feet. Worse were the sharp pieces when they came, striking through her pretty bow and the fancy new skirts that fluttered against her legs.

Compared to the new nightmare, the fall that came after as the floor gave way beneath her feet was a relief. Who would have thought that she would have ever been relieved to fall down through the darkness.

8 + 5 + 10 + 9 + 2 = 34

Super Sailor Alya

Falling was definitely not high on Alya’s list of ‘things to do ever’ so when the floor crumbled and he lost all sense of balance, he paled. He didn’t like not being on the ground—or, at least, he didn’t like Whisler not being on solid ground. He liked being held up in someone’s arms very much, but without the stability to go off of, he felt panic welling in his stomach.

He barely registered the few scrapes and would-be bruises that found their way on his arms, his legs—they were nothing that couldn’t heal quickly, and certainly nothing he couldn’t find a way to cover with makeup. But he was worried about Whisler, who was still shielding him with his own body.

“I’m safe!” he replied, wrapping his arms around Whisler as best he could. “I don’t know what you’re upset about, you’ve done a good job keeping me safe! Look, my face is perfect! Look,” he insisted, reaching to cup Whisler’s chin so he could force him to look at him.

“Don’t be upset. You did good. We’re fine, we’ve got this,” he insisted, despite having absolutely no proof that things were going to be okay. He just didn’t want to see Whisler cry. He reached up to wipe at the tears. “You’re too handsome for that. Have some faith in yourself. You’ve never let me down before, and you haven’t let me down yet. Just stay focused, we’ll figure this out. I promise. Okay? I believe in you. I know you’ll keep me safe. And I’ll keep you safe, too. I love you too, so don’t start giving up now.”

Total: 2+11+9 +10+4 = 36

Orangeish Sherbert

Lime: 1+7+8+1+5=22
WC: 500+

Lime killed it. Not really but he liked t think he did. Without the crazy evil demon mirror things to fight, it was easier to press on, to ignore how tired he felt, but, that didn’t mean he could relax per say. The new change in the world was like when the rift decided to just ******** everything and shift around, moving, changing to suit. But unlike the rift, this place wasn’t just chaos, it was senshi dominion, and a hell of a lot more dangerous truthfully. The negaverse lieutenant got the distinct feeling this very space was trying to kill them all off in one sweeping grand effort, it’s own stability be damned. But that was often how things happened with change. Something had to be destroyed to move onwards.

Debris hitting him sharply in the back he hissed in pain, hoping that whoever oversaw this place at least planned on making use of his corpse down the road or something.


Vladamirite: 6+2+8+4+5=25
WC: 500+
The scabbard felt useless in his hands, nothing more than a glorified empty case that had no meaning outside of decoration as he fought off the last of his attackers. The whole surrounding place gave a shift and it seemed like no matter what, he’d drawn the short end of the stick so to speak. While indeed, his attacks fled back to the murky depths of this hellscape, he could not, and was faced with a new, rather challenging dilemma.

That was the fact that now, he was being attacked by falling pieces of the very place around him. It hurt to say the least, and as he ran, he cringed at the fact that likely, he’d come out more than just slightly bruised and tired. He’d be worn down and if anything, likely wanting to sleep for a week. He had classes tomorrow and an essay to write and augh.
His superiors better not expect him for anything this week.


Pyrite: 1+8+10+4+4(1)=28
WC: 500+
WHY DIDN'T THEY BLEED. THEY COULD HAVE AT LEAST BLED. Pyrite’s anger was ten fold as she clawed her way through the wraiths, determined to not surrender any of her energy, and feeling her rage only grow as her body grew gradually weaker and weaker. This was not how she planned for her day to be spent, fighting off supposed allies of chaos.

Yet just as they came, the left just as quickly, vanishing into the abyss with nary a fight. And with good reason, the world was crumbling around them, and Pyrite cackled, even as it pelted her with debris and made her body burn with raw pain.

She would not yield to creatures, to a falling space. She would simple survive, to kill and become greater another day.


Paris: 8+6+10+9+3(1)=23
WC: 500+
He was still wanting to cry

Alum: 1+1+4+2+6=13
WC: 500+
No one could pay Alum to ever do this again. Well. Maybe. It was up for negotiation.
But as the world began to literally fall apart and pelt him with stuff, he figured that was an offer for another day.


Spacewatch: 4+8+3+2+9(1)=27
WC: 500+
She hated everything. This was not news.

Polydeuces: 1+6+5+4+9=29
WC: 500+
With the last of the specters that had drained him gone, the senshi looked around him, horrified as the very planes of reality seemed to be breaking apart. It was do or die now. Quite literally. Polydeuces wanted to just go home and nap. He had enough of this place, of fighting. Managing to dodge a fair bit of debris, he kept running, not wishing to linger.

Alphard: 4+3+3+6+3(1)=20
WC: 500+
HE WAS NOT THE SPACE POLICE AUGH WHY THIS? Alphard remembered he had a job to do sure, but being hit with falling sky was so not cool. He would much rather be at home. Cuddling someone. Maybe make a nice brioche roll filled with some savory cheese.
God that sounded nice. Sounded like a goal.
He ran faster.

Castor: 2+3+8+12+9(3)=37
WC: 500+
The prince just wanted to find the other royals and yell at them.

Pollux: 10+8+11+12+10(2)= 53
WC: 500+

Meanwhile, Pollux was regretting a lot of things in life. While Castor might have been miserable and failing as well as flailing about like a fool, Pollux was darting about, avoiding most of the falling shards and crystals. It was hardly the easiest thing to do, but he had some experience, doing so regularly on his own world under the grand ice caverns and tunnels. It was difficult, but if he stopped moving, he knew how painful falling anything felt. Shards of ice of glass- it made little difference when embeded into your flesh.

As he managed to make his way further down the pathway as it crumbled, the senshi of frost hoped his bother, if also there, faired better, (later, he would laugh at the irony of the whole situation). But until he was free, he had to focus. One mistake could cost him everything if he was not careful. And Pollux did so pride himself on his control of situations just like this one. He’d survive this.

"I've got you." He promised. She was safe. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. He hoped.

To bad fate had other plans.

The ground split between them and Alexandria watched, helpless and frozen as she pitched forward and sank into the darkness. His stomach dropped with every second. He felt cold and sick. The squire barely registered the shards hitting him and digging into his skin. So when the ground crumpled beneath him, he fell

a-disgruntled-dragon

.v. are you feeling it now mr krabs

also i forgot my number

18

Things were going from bad to worse, and even as she tried to keep up her optimism that they would get out of there, it was incredibly difficult when shards of glass and debris was falling from above.

“Bob, you’ll get hurt,” she cried in distress as he made to put his arms around her. She didn’t want him getting hurt. Not when he’d been so nice to her even though he didn’t have to be. He could have just gone off and left her, but he hadn’t. Instead he’d waited for her and kept her safe and Charlie was incredibly grateful to have met this strange man who wore cat ears and a tail.

Thanks to his efforts, she didn’t get injured from anything that was falling, but as she reached up to hug him around his waist, the path broke apart and they fell.

Ghouliboo

Yay! They matched up with dice!

Charlie = 5 + 3 + 6 + 1 = 15 + 8 = 23

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”I’m okay,” he promised, allowing Allison to help him to his feet, feeling guilty that she was having to help him when he was supposed to be the one protecting her. He was trying to stay away from the whole magical world until he figured out what to do about his starseed, but it always seemed to be drawing him, and those he cared about, back in.

There was stuff falling from above now, and while she thankfully didn’t get hurt, a large chunk of rock his his shoulder and he fell to his knees once more.

Except there was no ground for him to collapse to.

His grip slipped as he held onto Allison’s hand, and could do nothing but watch in horror as she disappeared into the darkness. And he was falling right after her.

Sylent Nyte

Chris = 2 + 9 + 4 = 15 + 4 = 19

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Bloodstone really hoped that Reinerite would suddenly be able to teleport again at that moment, because things weren’t looking so great for them. The wraiths were disappearing, but things were getting worse by the second.

With all the debris falling, he knew he was pretty lucky because he managed to avoid most of it, but the pathway was being destroyed with each hit.

Hoping that at some point, and soon, the Captain would be able to use her abilities to get them out, so he reached out to grab onto her arm, wanting to keep them together. Even as the floor beneath them gave way.

litian

Bloodstone = 4 + 3 + 3 = 10 + 4 = 14

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Oberon had no idea what was going on with Chara, but as much as he worried about the other teen, there was more going on than just trying to figure out why Chara purposefully pulling away, other than the fact that he was very obviously jealous. There was a flare of irritation at the thought of it, because there was no reason for Chara to feel jealous, but Oberon also knew how much the other boy had gone through, especially recently.

He just wished Chara didn’t act as though the attention not given to him and him alone meant that Oberon would abandon him.

But there was no time for him to dwell on this, or even consider that his thoughts were being a little too hard on Chara, because while the wraiths had scattered, the rumbling above meant that they were not in the clear.

There was no time for him to curse under his breath or try and shield Vi or Oort, who was still relatively close by, from the falling shards and rocks. Instead he felt the push of Vi’s hands as he shoved him away, Oberon’s eyes wide as he staggered and lost his balance as a large piece of the ceiling broke through the pathway separating himself from Oort and Vi.

And Chara, whom he could see with the civilian farther ahead, was in no better shape. Everything around them was crumbling, and Oberon felt his heart stop as he heard Chara cry out to him as the senshi of chocolate fell into the abyss below. And then as Oort and Vi were pelted by glass and rocks, only for the path to start to crumble beneath them too. Skadi was farther ahead. Surely she would have made it out.

There was a strange sensation in his arm, and when he glanced down at his arm, it was covered in red. He didn’t even remember the shard of glass hit him. How could he when his friends were all getting hurt and dying?

He felt the ground crumble beneath him, and he too fell into the darkness.

litian

Sylent Nyte

Kapoodles

musicaloner7

Oberon = 7 + 3 + 5 = 15 + 3 = 18

Lt. Cuprite

It took Cuprite a moment to remember who Remarque was, but when he did he gave a nod in understanding, having not met the royal yet himself. "Yeah, it really did, I'll be glad to be back home where I can power down and actually use a clock."

When the wraiths started to leave he had been glad of it, but when he noticed the shattering sound had moved and there was now falling debris he almost wished for the wraiths back. The taller man moved to try and protect his younger cousin from the shards, not even caring that power level wise it would have been more precarious for him instead of Benitoite, and instead turned the move into a lunge to try and grab on to his cousin. "Benitoite! Hold on!" He quickly grabbed on to the smaller blond's hands but ti was only in time for the path to break and they both were sent falling into the abyss.

Roll 1: 5
Roll 2: 10
Roll 3: 4
Roll 4: 5
Roll 5: 8
Total: 32

8 or higher: You manage to avoid the falling debris (unless you choose to take any damage), though the ground below you has splintered and crumbles beneath you. You manage to keep your balance, but still fall downwards.