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More visions swam before his eyes.

It wasn't as if he could escape it either; even as he felt terrible for intruding on something private, he found that he could not turn away from it. But this memory looked terribly familiar. In fact, there he was, seen from the eyes of his little brother, and a lump in his throat formed. All he felt was heartache, because he had never felt like he was capable enough, but his brother had thought the world of him like he always had. He was ashamed for even feeling that way, and tears started to prickle his eyes when Thack pulled him into a hug.

"Hey," He said, ruffling his brother's hair. "After all this is over, let's go home." And by home he meant their family home, and not Amityville, and Erebus would have continued to soothe his brother because nothing was worse that Thack crying but--

Mirrors. Mirrors had sprung up from the White Queen and surrounded them, each with different images in their depths.



[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

All he could see was darkness, and all he could hear were the clinking of chains.

Cold metal was clamped around his wrists and as he tried to move, he found that he was trapped. His movements were restricted, constrained, and he had no idea what he was doing here in this place.

All he heard was laughter. Laughter mocking him.

When the vision cleared, he found himself staring at the mirror, the Queen standing there as she mocked him. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his hold around the chain that held the three daggers together and launched forward.

But the mirror shattered, and he realized too late that the Queen had tricked him.

"I..." He stumbled backwards, reeling from the folly of his actions. "Oh Jack, I am so, so sorry."

[ ROUND 2 HP 30 / 40 HP ]

Another vision, but this one not of herself but Taym, and America smiled with relief to think someone recognizable was nearby. It faded as the scene strengthened and played out. Taym always seemed to treat Deus like a job more than a life, a real life to be built and lived out like any other beyond the island's insular little world. It didn't sit well with her, and here, writ large, appeared to be the culmination of that attitude: a man who was very good at his job, but hardly anything else besides that.

Healthier, more confident. He seemed less miserable, but then, he seemed less everything despite it all.

And then the vision shattered and she looked down to see the the knife in her chest. America stared for a moment and then looked back up into Taym's face. What she sees has her summoning her crossbow and shooting a bolt through his stomach. A dirty, rough attempt to even out the sudden imbalance between them. It dissipates within moments, and she gives him a wry smile.

"Your other one's bigger."

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

Mirrors surrounded them, at first displaying to the royal b***h in all her ugliness, all the creepy spines and hands and wings and her stupid evil laughter that lit a fire in his bone marrow. He turned to one of the mirrors, sickle in hand and jaw set in a grimace, ready to strike at the visage of the Queen, before he saw something new.

His face, the dark auburn hair stringy and thin and the proud golden eyes no longer gleaming with fiery pride. His arms were bound in some mechanism that gave a pulsating cyan glow from the deeply embedded ruins. He was spitting and cursing, thrashing away at his captor, the damn filth in their white coats. He noticed that his ankles too were bound in the metal contraption, though they’d kept his tight lipped snarl free from any restraints. Why wasn’t he leaping at them and sinking his teeth into their necks? The Famine soldier examined his reflection again, now noticing the ankle contraption was secured into a slot in the ground with a very short chain. He glowered, as did the reflected him.

“You’re going to talk eventually.” One of the white coats chided, kicking his ribs.

“David, you can’t do that. He may have some kind of ability that kicks in when harmed.”

“Those shackles lock his FEAR down, Marla. Just calm down and gimme that tazor.”

Fear shot through the reflection’s eyes, then a furious bout of trying to break free. He refused to speak, refused to acknowledge the electric blue pain that would soon rack his body.

In the end, he never spoke. Not even when they rammed a blade in his core that began to rip his FEAR apart.

The real Uttam smashed through the mirror with his sickle in outrage, screaming as the spikes drove into another player.

[ ROUND 2 (2/3) - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

Her heart was racing and she was losing focus. Every part of her felt stiffer by the moment, and she had stabbed someone. She had stabbed someone.

It was all these mirrors' fault! It was the White Queen's fault! Damn that place! She was more determined than ever to help defeat her.

As that determination set in, the mirrors shifted again and showed her another glimpse into the future.

She was the White Queen's puppet, lifeless and dumb, bobbing here and there according to the queen's will. Her strings were rusted and old, and her eyes were bottomless. She had no life but to serve the queen. Everything else within her was gone. Her strings would forever be pulled by the White Queen, and there was no way out of it.

NO! she gasped inwardly, and as the queen laughed through the mirror, Harebrained struck it. As the glass shattered, she had done it again--she had bloody done it again. A black-haired dormouse had taken the end of her blade.

"I'm sorry!" she gasped, "I'm so, so sorry!" How could she keep on like this? Was there no end to this madness?!

[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO Nightbloom: HP 30 / 40 HP ]

The next mirror he'd come across was, much to his surprise, not his own. He watched with veiled interest, however, and perhaps stepped a bit closer than he normally would have if it had been his own thoughts or...memories?...he was looking at. Dark, coal red eyes witnessed a ghoul and someone older, her uncle if he'd heard right, have a quick exchange. He watched their expressions, eyes narrowed as he suspected something was off as she rounded the corner...

He took a step forward then, and the mirror shattered. He didn't see the fist coming and coudln't react in time, so his face basically ate it and he got sent back a couple of steps. Kiin heard the apology and attempted explanation, but he was bent forward, eyes closed as he adjusted to the pain that was radiating from his cheek. Still, to at least acknowledge, he lifted a hand and waved it around a little.

"I.. just had something similar happen with another boil," he explained as he slowly straightened himself out, still rubbing the now sore spot on his face. "So. No hard feelings."

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

Mirrors appeared everywhere. He stood feeling very confused. This was what they were hear for. Even though everything hurt. and then he looked at the mirror.

He held her hand, casually. In the other he had a small flame dancing as he talked to her, telling her how he had just graduated after fighting a fire breathing dragon.

"It was easy. I mean well, you know, fire doesn't hurt me that much, it's tail got me good though." he made a little swaying motion with his free arm.

She stared at him, wide eyes but a little ouo planted on her face.

"I'm ok though." he assured her as if it was nothing, it really wasn't. "I turned back the flames on its self. It did not like that. and then I grabbed it by the head and held it down. We are friends now."

she nodded. "That's good." she smiled at him. She loved friends.

"I'll take you to meet her later." he nodded. "Olivia... now that school is over, do you want to... you know live near eachother?" clearly not in the same house exactly, they would need to escape into their own spaces. But close enough that the could spend their days together.

She stared at him a long moment and then nodded. "Yes I would like that very much."

The queen appeared behind the mirror, taunting him. This was the true form of the grief, the thing he wanted most and yet, she teased him with it. Teased him and then drifted behind, detracting him. No! he would not be fooled. he lunged forward, smashing the mirror, through it and hitting...

Maple_syrup?

"What? I... I'm sorry." everything was just becoming a huge mess.









Guild


My character's username: Haunting Lights
My character's level:41
Character's HP: 40
Current party:
Current Guild: Secrets Service- The Game Enders (SS:GE)
Location:
Small IC description of character: A cheshire cat that might be a little on fire.

Character journal: here

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

As Borg readied his weapon, suddenly the White Queen of Grief was not there.

Instead, mirrors appearing everywhere in that room, cloaking her body with reflections---

Suddenly, he got a very terrible premonition. He ought to avert his eyes outta the mirrors---



He snapped back from that vision and found the White Queen is snickering in front of him.

-so this is what Red Queen say about destruction? In that sense, her Destruction is even better--because at least she will recreate it back-

A burst of anger took hold of him, and before he knew he already stabbed through that figu---

*break!*

---mirror?

"No, no, no!"

Behind that mirror was another player. One that helped him taking down the Chesire.

He looked at Borg with eyes confused, as in saying...
"-why?"