It was nicely furnished, a chair to sit upon by his father's side, overlooking the empty palace that was breaking down around them. Shackles were attached to the chair, made of iron. Iron wasn't really harmful to fey, but it was a rather uncouth joke on his father's part.
His father gave him the barest of glances. Feytouched shivered and held still, his gaze staring straight ahead. He wasn't going to give his father any satisfaction that he was held in his thrall, but there wasn't much point to resisting... both of them already knew that he was well under his father's power, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Nothing at all.
The image faded and Feytouched saw the Queen's visage behind the mirror, and he struck a second time, recoiling as he saw the image fade to a shimmer and another person behind this mirror, just like the first time.
phantompanther13
Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror!
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MY STATS
My character's username: Feytouched My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Small IC description of character: Before you stands a Mad Hatter dressed in mostly green, long curly red hair splayed out without care under his hat. Faerie wings are seen on his back, but like all characters, it's obvious that he can't fly with them. Character journal:Heeere
chirigami generated a random number between
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6!
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 2:13 am
[ ROUND 2 - 20 HP / 40 HP ]
Her feet dangled off the edge of the brick wall, bumping every so often against it with a soft thump from her boots. It was about the only sound coming from her specifically among the plethora of noises of the playground. She was the one on recess duty today and she enjoyed it like she did every other time, just watching.
A few of her scareling students would often join her, sometimes a new batch each time to experience what she could find so entertaining each time she sat outside with them. Only a few ever were repeats, finding a odd calm in watching the others exhaust themselves.
Sometimes they would engage in conversation because they just didn't have the endurance to stay that quiet and sit that long like her, but she was more than happy to break the silence and converse with them. Answering questions not of the topics she touched in her daily lessons for them. Questions about her experience in the human world, or being a ToTer for a short while and how she was such good friends with a few demons, like a particularly powerful ice fox. Some of the little ghouls (and boils) would giggle and ask about her boilfriend and why they weren't married yet, which would make her mumble a small reply and bashfully turn away. Usually this would be proceeded about how she had overcome her fear of fire, especially among those of the undead variety to which she would go into length and promise to help.
Because she loved to help them, in any which way she could.
But mostly they just sat in silence together. Because sometimes it was just nice to sit with Miss Olivia and watch the others.
Huh. She tilted her head as she leaned closer to the mirror. That one hadn't been so bad, enough to push back the woe from earlier and refresh a small smile upon her lips. It was a little confusing in parts, a possible future? She had looked a little... older, could she get older?
Olivia pressed her hand to the surface of the glass to see if she could delve further into the images it had shown her. But it simply sent it over, knocking it to the ground and revealing a very bright red haired ghoul on the other side of it. She tensed up and stared, apologetically.
lizbot
OuO is damaging America for 10 points! She is very sorry.
The cards see a bright future for Olivia apparently
OOC
My character's username: OuO My character's level: 74 Character's HP: 20/40 Job Class:BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY Sentry Caterpillar Current party: Current Guild: -- Location: Small IC description of character: A really short, really happy girl with palepale skin, navy hair and a HUGE smile on her face. Her Catterpillar outfit looks oddly way too big and bulky for her tiny frame.
[ ROUND 2 - JACK_BLUE'S HP 30 / 40 HP - RESPONSE ]
Well, at least he seemed alright. Still, it was hard to move around with all these mirrors and not be entranced by what was inside. Jack_Blue could see another one approaching her but this time it didn't show anything to do with her. It was a vision of someone else, a proud harpy who followed her own rules and no one else's, especially since she was the president of the SC.
It was a interesting vision, aside from the sudden arrow to the knee.
It hurt like a b***h, but considering she did the same thing to three other players, she was willing to let it slide.
"It's...fine..." She bent down to massage her sore knee injury
lizbot
She's used to be a adventurer like America, but took a mirror to her sufferings
MY STATS
My character's username: Jack_Blue My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Small IC description of character: A brown haired girl wearing gryphon attire and sporting a tail, ear fins, and ram horns. Appears very excited. Character journal:Here!
Nothing Yet generated a random number between
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18!
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 2:15 am
[ Round Two // 30/40 HP ] [ The Star // if you want to see pls ask me <3]
It took a while, but Robert finally got up, much to Mimsy's relief. Moving was becoming more of a challenge, and she didn't want to be entirely helpless while something was wrong.
She gave him a little smile of encouragement, and opened her mouth to speak, but Grief rudely commanded their attention instead. The mirror in front of him had caught his attention for some reason; she must not have been looking at it from the right angle, because she couldn't see anything in it. Whatever it was, however, elicited a 'yesss', then a 'no', then merited a violent fate for the mirror.
"What did you see?" she asked, tilting her head. Her curiosity overtook the desire to remind him to never apologize for harming someone unimportant, so she just waited for his response instead of adding anything else.
Something moved next to her, barely visible in the corner of her eye, and a second curiosity replaced the first. Temporarily, she assured herself.
It was another mirror. And she was in it, but it was not her reflection.
There was a desk in a room that looked like an office, filled with books and papers and a large, nearly-filled whiteboard. She recognized it almost immediately as her office - hers in a place where everything had worked out the way she always intended, where she was happy and successful. Where she seemed human, most importantly. But the landscape outside the window looked different than the Caterpillar's vision, in the short glimpse she'd been granted. Somewhere that was not Deus Ex. Had they run away, gotten away, finally?
Every inch of the surface of the desk in front of the Mirror Mimsy was covered with research and information, waiting to be processed and signed (with Dr. again) and mailed off to any journal that would accept it. There were diagrams spread across it, and yet more books, stacked neatly next to a picture frame. The framed image looked like a photo of a family, which must have been hers, because Mirror Mimsy was in it - as was Robert, and Lucky, naturally, and Shu, and Ramona, and a little girl that Robert held at his side, who were much more surprising.
Interesting.
The theories before her were heavily based in fringe science, and appeared to combine New Physics, FEAR, and the limbic system's emotional capacity. All of them were a bit wild for the current state of physics and neural science, but it did fit. She was confident of that much.
Mimsy leaned towards the mirror and squinted at the papers, in an effort to make out more of the writing, but jerked back as she noticed someone standing in the doorway.
"Mama?" The voice was quiet, a trembling whisper, and the girl it belonged to looked like she might cry. The girl was small, pale, and frail, with long blonde hair and wide blue-green eyes, which were focused on Mirror Mimsy with a look of desperation.
The word made Mimsy freeze, just as it had before. She rigidly extended one finger to barely touch the image of the girl in the mirror, as if that might help her process it somehow.
"Alice?" Mirror Mimsy looked worried as she turned towards the girl, and she pushed her chair away from her desk to stand and walk towards her. "You appear to be upset. Is something wrong?"
A solid observation, Mimsy thought, before the name finally sunk in. She briefly closed her eyes and pressed her lips together in lieu of asking 'really'.
"Ramona said--" Alice began.
"Did not!" The voice that interrupted her, presumably Ramona's, came from somewhere outside of the room. Mirror Mimsy knelt in front of Alice, and pet her hair with a soft shh. It hardly looked practiced at all, and the motion had come so easily, almost relaxed enough to be real.
"I just wanted to show her what I learned," she whimpered, and her pouty lower lip began to quiver. Upon acknowledging that the attempt at comfort had not been enough, Mirror Mimsy pulled her into a hug, and tucked Alice's head beneath her chin, just as the girl began to cry.
Mirror Mimsy didn't look very worried anymore. She just held her there, and continued with the shushing noise. Why wasn't she concerned? Was this normal? Did normal children cry for non-concerning reasons?
There was someone else in the doorway now, who must have come to see why she was crying. Mirror Robert didn't seem to be very worried either, once he saw the girl with Mirror Mimsy. He smiled at Mirror Mimsy, when she looked up at him. And she smiled back.
It didn't make sense. How did she seemingly understand all of this? She acted and theorized in ways that implied she'd accessed multiple wells of knowledge that Mimsy had not yet discovered. How? What was the secret?
She looked distant and awed as she reached towards the mirror again, barely touching it with her fingertips as she studied what it showed her. With a little frown, she turned to Robert, intending to ask if he could help clarify.
Then the mirror cracked beneath the place she'd touched. The cracks spread rapidly, and the mirror shattered in the next instant, raining shards onto the person behind it.
She was left staring blankly through the empty mirror frame, eyes vacant, because there was nothing there worth looking at now.
Rejam
Mimsy 'attacks' Taym for 10 entirely inconsequential damage and one accidental sick burn in the last line and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror!
OOC
My character's username: Mimsy My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 30 Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Mimsy is tall, thin, and colorlessly pale, with wide teal eyes, thick glasses, bright red/indigo streaks in the bangs of her black hair, and one long, thick braid that reaches her knees. She has Cheshire ears, a fluffy Cheshire tail, and a pair of blue demon wings. Her appearance is accented with images of galaxies in blues and purples. She is always carrying a small Alice. Mimsy's Journal: ♥
xxNio Love
xxMeegane
Shu can see her future mirror if you want! <3
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 2:21 am
[ ROUND 2 HP 30 / 40 HP ]
The battle had turned against them so wholly by now, and America tried to find a place where she wasn't jut reacting. Where she could think and then act instead of mindlessly reacting to everything the Queen spat out at her. Another vision, her own, was presented to her and America couldn't deny the small twinge of hope that it would be the perfect one again.
"No," she laughed, "...not like that honey." Stryker in hand, America didn't even bother to defend against the stray hit. The trainee across from her was young, younger than they'd had for a long time. But that bar was getting lower and lower every batch. It was a sad business, bringing in the younger teens, knowing soon enough it'd be children. Training them up to be child soldiers. But then she'd think of Leslie, and Otto, and Peyton...and dang, pretty much every hunter she'd met. And to her way of thinking, younger meant less chance for the world to hold them back. Less time for the weaker potentials to think they're crazy, to be an outsider, to be abused by people and systems that don't understand that they're better. Not special, not different, better.
Not everyone agreed with her. Some only saw the lost chance at a normal life. Some only held regrets. But even now she had only contempt for that line of thinking, and did her best to make sure the trainees weren't exposed to that sort of jaded, backwards regret early on. It meant she most often ran recruitments, and she ******** good at it. It also meant she started their combat training, and as a moon she was ******** awesome at it.
"Now, hold your feet...that's right, you got it. Stop messing around with those other stances, I know it doesn't seem natural now, but it will be." The boy complied with a chagrinned look and went to attack again. "Better. See? You gotta listen to me cause I'm always right."
A bit of sass entered the boy's expression, pleased with the success and comfortable enough around her to indulge, "Yeah? What about last night at the 'Bull? A little birdie told me you-"
"I'm always right," she interrupted with a stern look and laughing eyes.
Suddenly the Queen appeared, her strange appendages lashing out and America was already raising her crossbow to counter. Again the image shattered and revealed...
Lawrence.
America shrugged and called out, "I'm not sorry at all!"
baneful
america gives lawr a perfect 10 in damage on the "people who i would like to shoot arrows into" scale
OOC
My character's username: Phoenix My character's level: 44 Character's HP: 30/40 Card: Death Weapon: Phoenix Crossbow Current Guild: Eat Me Small IC description of character:
Tall and curvy with a proud bearing, Phoenix strides about in red and black Gryphon armour like it was designed just to swirl dramatically about her and emphasize how freaking majestic she is. From the name, to the cockscomb of a faux hawk, to vivid orange-red eyes, Phoenix's appearance announces: I bring the fire.
Kanth generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
6!
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 2:24 am
[ ROUND 2: 40/40 HP POST 3 ]
The hatter pushed his glasses further up on his nose, blinking owlishly at the class before him. He couldn't exactly make out what he was saying, but he could tell that his class was enthralled - and he most certainly could tell that the ones in the back of his class were more than happy with their doe-eyed stares.
The bell rang for the next class and the students begrudgingly walked out, most glancing back at him with yearning in their eyes. The fey sat back in the chair and rubbed the back of his neck as he looked over the paperwork, then glanced up at a knock at the door.
Selene stood in the doorway, papers in her hand as a smile lit her face. "Are you ready?"
"Aye," His future self replied as he stood, leaving the paperwork as his own grin matched hers, an arm looping through one of Selene's. "What do ye think they'll say?"
Selene gave a short giggle, hiding her face behind her papers. "We could let them figure it out..."
The image faded, and Feytouched found that he couldn't even attack the queen appearing behind the mirror, too stunned to react to what he'd seen. Were they....? Was it even possible...?
He blinked. Very. Slowly. Mouth agape.
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Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror!
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MY STATS
My character's username: Feytouched My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Small IC description of character: Before you stands a Mad Hatter dressed in mostly green, long curly red hair splayed out without care under his hat. Faerie wings are seen on his back, but like all characters, it's obvious that he can't fly with them. Character journal:Heeere
Phones blinked at all of the mirrors, falling back a few steps. What ...? Before he could decide what to do, one of the mirrors came toward him, glowing white, then changing to a scene that seemed very familiar, and yet he knew that it hadn't happened. Couldn't happen....
"Caught you, you monster," a cocky voice declared - the voice belonging to a dark-haired and bright-eyed human wearing a white coat. He didn't recognize it, truly, but the sight of the human and the huge axe he wielded filled him with foreboding. With fear. He could see in the mirror that he was down, bleeding and broken. Dying.
The mirror blanked out for a moment.
When the scene came back, he wasn't in the scene anymore ... except he was. There was another human, a young girl with a high-pitched voice. She also wore a white coat, and the man from before stood on, watching. "I did it! I got one!" she declared, holding up a sinuous whip made of shadows. The whip writhed in her grasp, seeming both eager and not eager to be there. He felt a connection to the weapon and knew ... that it was somehow ... him. He was in there, trapped and doomed to serve his enemies forever.
The image faded to reveal the Queen, almost as if she was taunting him. "No!" Phones screamed and charged forward to attack her. His segmented staff swung 'round in his grasp and as the mirror shattered, he saw someone dressed as a dormouse behind it. Phones's eyes widened in shock but it was too late to stop his attack.
hanging gallow
CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE
MY STATS
My character's username: Phones My character's level: 28 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter+ Current party: --- Current Guild: --- Location: White Queen's Castle Small IC description of character: Pale skin, dark grey/black shadowy eyes, typical Mad Hatter wear in monochrome, earbud headphones he never ever takes out of his ears Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
itspao_ generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
5!
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 2:32 am
[ ROUND 2 - SlKiiNL3SS's HP 30 / 40 HP ]
There she stood, dressed simply and wearing the warmest of smiles he'd ever seen since...the last time he'd seen it. By then he couldn't even remember anymore; he'd forgotten most things about her, actually. There wasn't a single detail that he could recall while he within those wretched bars, but now...now, there she sat. As though she'd never gone. As though her eyes had never flickered and, in the next instant, disappeared.
And she wore a smile and held out her hand to him, cupped his cheek with it as she spoke. They were words that he couldn't hear through the mirror, but he knew that the him that was seated before her wouldn't be able to keep his emotions in check. The conversation went on for a while and she'd taken her hand back; her expressions ranged from anger to sorrow to amusement to ...was that pride?
She then stood and held his face in both her hands, speaking words that he, again, wasn't able to quite hear. But somehow he knew. Somehow he understood. She couldn't stay. She wasn't even supposed to be there, perhaps, and she was leaving. She was saying goodbye. And as she turned to leave there was but one word that he heard through the mirror, and it had come from him.
"Mother..."
Kiin's jaw tightened at the sight and sounds he thought he'd seen and heard coming from the wretched thing before him. Again the vision began to fade, only to be replaced by the queen's visage, cruel and taunting. He tightened his grip on his weapon as he raised his arm at the ready, then swung his flail at the offending mirror. Once more it shattered to reveal someone behind it..
Someone he didn't recognize, and the spiked ball flew at full force in her direction and eventually hit its mark. Kiin followed suit, oddly enough, as he'd flung himself forward to hopefully try (and fail) to redirect the hit...
phantompanther13
YAYDEATH?! +10 damage to Ms. Chocolate Hooves. o:
CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE
MY STATS
My character's username: SlKiiNL3SS My character's level: 68 (75/100) Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: -- Current Guild: Secrets Service - The Game Enders Location: ... Small IC description of character: 5'5", lean and dressed in monochrome grays, blacks and whites with a surprising accent of gold in his outfit. Eyes are dark red coal, skin a lighter olive shade, and his jet black hair somewhat blends into the nifty top hat. His deck of cards also match his outfit's general color scheme. Character journal:click
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14!
He was still apologizing when Mimsy's future came.
He whispered one last apology to Trisha, and opened his mouth to tell her what his image had been, but then shut it quickly. This was because Trisha had ruined everything, and he rolled his eyes at the terrible timing. "No, just.. no. These images aren't real, and they aren't how we feel either, they're just ****in' with our head." Why was he even trying to explain it to her, a perfect stranger? He shoo'd the girl away, and turned his attention back to the woman beside him. "It doesn't matter." He told her quickly. "None of it's real."
It was a shame, truly, that the vision they watched together through her mirror showed them a world he wanted more than anything. A world he wanted to be true, when she'd just moments before proclaimed it all a pack of lies.
It was a real shame.
He couldn't tell when he'd stopped breathing, but when the image vanished, he staggered in his first breath in a while, and shuddered. If this place was creating images that came from nowhere, then it was playing a cruel, cruel trick on them both. But if that had come from Mimsy's mind, in the realm of forgotten possibilities..
"Hey." He whispered, stealing her attention away from the person she'd hurt. "What. What was that? Did that come from you? Is that. Something. You'd have.."
His throat tightened, shutting out the possibility of words. Ramona had been in that vision. Ramona had - But something so much more painful hit him as soon as he realized it. He understood who Alice was.
Alice.
Because of course they would name her Alice. And she would be perfect.
His arms wrapped tighter around her, and he managed to pull Shu in this time around. There would be no Alice, for them. Not in this world. Not in any world. But he'd always been sure that there was no Alice in Mimsy's heart, until now.
Now, the woman he loved shared his burden, the only burden he thought he'd have to share alone.
It was cruel to give him another vision, then. If the White Queen had had any kind of mercy at all, she would have waited for him to stop crying. He shuddered, sobbing into Mimsy's collarbone, unable to keep his emotions at bay. But still, the vision came.
And it was a simple one.
In the mirror, plain as day for anyone around him to see, was Robert. Just Robert. He stood in the middle of a field, the wind whipping his coat hard against him. There was nothing but him, and the field, and the tombstones.
Clarice.
Jordan.
Madison.
Ennea.
Saya.
Leon.
Jerry.
Roberta.
Petra.
Mimsy.
The list of names went on and on forever. But he stood at one gravestone, looking down at it with quiet resignation.
Here Lies Renee. Beloved Daughter. Born--
Robert's staff lifted before he could read any more. It was clenched so hard his knuckles turned white, as he shattered the mirror with a heart wrenching sob of denial.
The White Queen would never show mercy. She wanted her Grief? She'd gotten it.
OOC
My character's username: HULKWICH My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Penumbra Location: Small IC description of character: Other than a pair of white angel wings, this particular mad hatter looks remarkably normal at first glance. Blonde, spiky hair and a looming tall build - but to look in his eyes is to understand why he'd been picked for his job class. Blood red, with dark circles under them, and one was dilated fully and usually twitching. Mad was a good way to put it. Character journal:[ Battle Entry Log ]
poke mattix
Robert attacks their character (Pokerus) for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror! BUT HES SUPER SORRY ABOUT IT QQQQ
Nothing Yet
Meegane
Nothing Yet generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
17!
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 2:44 am
[ Round Two // 30/40 HP ] [ The Tower ]
"Hey," Mimsy wearily whispered back. She leaned her head against Robert and listened to his questions instead of asking any of her own, though there were so many on her mind.
"What was that..." she repeated, a thoughtful murmur as she tried to determine her answers. "It came from me, yes. I saw something almost identical when I visited the caterpillar, but I did not meet the...our...Alice. I saw only Ramona. She gave me a hug for a lengthy duration of time, stated that she missed me, and addressed me as her mother there as well."
Those were the simple ones. Factual regurgitation. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to at least consider what her response would be to the question he had not quite asked. What was she supposed to say to that?
"Yes," she tried, slowly, to verify that nothing would be exploding nor imploding upon her reply. None of that happened, of course, but another mirror did appear near them. "That was something I want."
Maybe her answer hadn't really mattered; he was already crying before she finished speaking, racked with sobs, with his face pressed against her. She remembered how easily the Mimsy in the mirror had acted to comfort the girl. Would it work now, if she tried? It might cause some sort of temporal paradox, knowing what to do both now and in the future because she'd seen that she knew what do to in the future, but she had to do something.
So she did try. It took every shred of determination she had left to fight with her failing form, but she tried. The hand that stroked his hair was curved instead of flat this time, allowing her fingers to gently pass through it, and the 'shh' that she whispered was softer, but still not a perfect mimicry of the one in her mirror.
Even if it had been perfect, Grief was almost as persistent as Mimsy intended to be. It was a push and pull for control, a tug of war for his attention, and neither would stop until someone lost.
In his mirror was the image of rows and rows of tombstones, each marked with a familiar name. It was unnerving to see her own among them, and she made a sound of discomfort as she pressed herself against him and hugged Shu closer to her. They had formed a huddle of protection, but not one of them was safe here.
There was one grave that had his attention, and it wasn't hers.
Beloved Daughter.
If she were not already ghostly pale, her face would have blanched at that sight. That couldn't mean what she thought it meant. Ramona was his only possible daughter. Ever. She had to be, because there had been no Renee in the vision of her future, so there was no chance that they shared one.
Grief leapt upon the vulnerability, just like Clerise always had, because Mimsy never learned. It focused on the part of her that had begun to come undone, the tiny broken stitch, and tried to rip apart the seams until everything spilled out.
As Robert smashed his mirror, she was fixated on one of her own. The sight was a familiar one again, and she might have thought it was a memory had it she not looked so different there than she had eight months ago.
She sat in the corner of one of the lesser used lab rooms, buried between thousands of numbers in hundreds of equations scrawled on the floor, and table, and wall. Tucked among the broken formulas were notes, dates, variables that they equated to, like: 5/13 - Amrita admits false friendship. Makes attempt on my life, then Robert's. 6/7 - Lucky leaves. Claims Circles were best option. 6/21 - Removed from project. Dr. disappointed in lack of progress. 7/18 - Robert leaves. Does not love me any more. I was wrong.
Those last three words, 'I was wrong', were repeated over and over, down the wall, across the floor, and came to a stop at her body, which was curled around the fractured tablet that was once a Jabberwock. She looked sick, and her hair was not neat and braided like it was supposed to be, and her pallid skin was smudged with blood. It seemed to be coming from her hand and arm, as she continued to pick at the raw flesh there, blindly led by anxiety.
Mimsy shoved her hand through the sight of her.
Her eyes were tired when they moved away from the broken mirror, as if she felt resigned and frustrated over the incessant curiosity that made her want to move at all. They settled only momentarily on the one Robert had been apologizing to, before she looked back at Robert.
"Who is Renee? Is she y--"
No. She wouldn't let those words come out of her mouth.
"I don't want you to leave. Please. Tell me how to stop this."
OOC
My character's username: Mimsy My character's level: 100 Character's HP: 30 Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Mimsy is tall, thin, and colorlessly pale, with wide teal eyes, thick glasses, bright red/indigo streaks in the bangs of her black hair, and one long, thick braid that reaches her knees. She has Cheshire ears, a fluffy Cheshire tail, and a pair of blue demon wings. Her appearance is accented with images of galaxies in blues and purples. She is always carrying a small Alice. Mimsy's Journal: ♥
One mirror caught her attention. She stared at it briefly. A man, in an office, clearly in a leadership position. It was nice… but was he a reaper? Most likely. Suddenly another reaper burst in and… oh well. She flushed a bit. Well then.
Was she his partner? She must have been. And then it shattered and she was knocked back, her face still a bit pink. She looked at him, younger… oh it was his future then. He seemed upset… oh he had hurt her. She looked at him saw his sputtering face and apologetic look. He didn’t mean to hit her.
“It’s ok!” she patter him on the head and smiled. "but you should totally just go for her. She will make you a nice partner." She gave him a bit of friendly advice. Yep, even rulers worked in pairs.
My character's username: Chocolate Hooves My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: A dormouse with hooves and flowers.
Manda generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
12!
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 2:46 am
[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]
Before he had a chance to say or do anything, another mirror swirled toward him...
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" an angry voice called as the scene appeared. Donovan saw Seth standing with his fists clenched, the two of them on a dark street he didn't recognize. The human world..? "That's not how we do things, Don," the other Spectre snarled, the shadows within his hood seeming to grow darker.
"It's something I learned at school," came his own reply. "And it worked, didn't it?"
"It doesn't matter! We will do things the way that we always have, no matter what you learned. That was dangerous and stupid."
Donovan's fists clenched in response to the other's angry tone and aggressive stance. "Since when were you a leader?" he hissed.
"Since when were you?" came the reply.
Donovan snarled and reached within himself, taking hold of the beat of his heart, the tone of his music and twisting, until it changed, pumping louder, stronger than the other Spectre's. Then he reached out with that beat, overpowering Seth's own music, forcing it to match his own. "Since now," he rasped, the effort having nearly drained him, but he had done it ... it worked.
The other had a look of horror on his face, though, and backed away slowly. "I don't know who you are anymore," he whispered, then turned and ran.
"Seth, wait!" Phones yelled, reaching toward the mirror. But the scene dissolved into the Queen's mocking, laughing face. And his outstretched arm retreated, only to snap forward again with his weapon in hand. For a second time, the mirror smashed to reveal another player - another dormouse. Phone winced as his blow connected, this time managing to blurt out, "Sorry!"
AyeAvast
CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE
MY STATS
My character's username: Phones My character's level: 28 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter+ Current party: --- Current Guild: --- Location: White Queen's Castle Small IC description of character: Pale skin, dark grey/black shadowy eyes, typical Mad Hatter wear in monochrome, earbud headphones he never ever takes out of his ears Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Spiderluck stared at her parents' graves, her soft fluffy hair whipping around her face as the wind whistled in her ear.
It had taken her some time, but she'd finally felt forgiven for being unable to protect her parents. She hadn't warned them enough, but now, with enough time...
She felt forgiven.
She could still fight, still protect... but she wouldn't feel guilty about it anymore.
Quote:
Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror!
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MY STATS
My character's username: Spiderluck My character's level: 37 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Doctor Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Before you stands an average-sized Dormouse, wearing a white coat with pink accents. Pink and purple garb is worn underneath, and this character looks at you cheerfully, idly scratching an ear. Character journal:Journalstuffs
Manda generated a random number between
1 and 22 ...
20!
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 2:56 am
[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]
Another mirror jerked and wobbled in front of him, the white fading...
He saw himself standing alone on a grid of cobblestone streets. There was no one there but him. It was night and a light breeze ruffled through his clothing, teasing at the edges of his hood and sleeves. The music in his headphones was quiet, peaceful.
Watching, he knew that he was older, and in his home city but for some reason the pack was nowhere to be seen. And he had never been to that exact street before. He simply ... knew that it was home. Donovan tilted his head back to look up toward the sky, standing there for hours as the soft music filled his head and his heart.
The scene went blank abruptly, white filling the mirror so fast it nearly blinded him. This time his attack was fueled by anger that the peaceful scene was gone ... his staff smashing into the glass almost before it could break. This time his accidental target was a ghoul dressed as a white rabbit. "Bloody hell," Phone muttered, getting rather tired of these damn mirrors. "Sorry about that."
Meegane
CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE
MY STATS
My character's username: Phones My character's level: 28 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter+ Current party: --- Current Guild: --- Location: White Queen's Castle Small IC description of character: Pale skin, dark grey/black shadowy eyes, typical Mad Hatter wear in monochrome, earbud headphones he never ever takes out of his ears Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Spinning around and whipping her weapon out to a younger generation, Spiderluck stared at her future form, mouth agape in surprise. She was not thinner, but definitely more muscular, and her hair hung down to her waist not loose, but... entirely in dreadlocks.
The weapon shone brightly, black polish gleaming off of the hilt of the bow as the spiderlike tendrils seemed to wiggle in appreciation at the accuracy of her aim. A single arrow stuck out from the target she was pointed at, marked dead center in the bullseye.
Turning back to face her pupils, the image faded, leaving Spiderluck staring curiously at the mirror and the image of the red queen.
She struck out, the mirror shattering and leaving nothing behind.
Quote:
Your character attacks their character for 10 damage and shows this mirror prompt to them through the mirror!
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MY STATS
My character's username: Spiderluck My character's level: 37 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Doctor Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Before you stands an average-sized Dormouse, wearing a white coat with pink accents. Pink and purple garb is worn underneath, and this character looks at you cheerfully, idly scratching an ear. Character journal:Journalstuffs
My character's username: Mimsy 
