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[ ROUND 2 - JACK_BLUE'S HP 20 / 40 HP - RESPONSE ]

A mirror came into her view.

It was just like the others, Nothing different about the way it looked or moved. It was just there, tempting her to peer into it's depths. It was not hard to do so, as it was right in front of her face. Jack_Blue didn't have a option as the white queen was determined to ******** everyone up, including the ones who had been on her side.

But oh....oh, she was not prepared for this. Nothing could prepare her for this.

There wasn't anything elaborate about this vision either. It was just a boil. She could tell it was a hunter, the coat was obvious to see. He was just standing there in a field and staring at a - oh.

It wasn't just the fact he was staring at a tombstone that tore at her heart. It wasn't just the fact there were countless others, each mentioning a name of a person she had no knowledge of but could tell these people mattered to this person, and it wasn't just the fact she realized the one he was staring at was his daughter.

It was the questions that it rose. What had happened to these people. Who had done this?. It tore at her heart just to see his face, her mind unable to fathom the pain he must be in, knowing that all these humans he knew were gone, leaving this man to suffer without them.

It hurt to watch, knowing that there was a good chance her ******** kind was responsible for this. It was why she gave half a s**t in the first place when she knew just what these hunter ******** were capable of, what they could do and WOULD do if given half the chance. Even in the face of this knowledge she still sympathized.

It was because they were fragile. They could break so easily and once they were gone they would leave behind others that would weep for their loss. She knew it because she had seen it. She had seen the misery she had herself caused as a scareling in her own ignorance of the world, letting her instincts get the better of her. Most would call her pathetic for this; for even drawling a parallel to this with <******** minipets. But she did because she remembered what she had done, how she had hunted those minis for no other reason then to satisfy her own hunger, and the consequences for her actions. How sad those scarelings had been, how angry others had been for taking their precious friends away from them. And how <******** proud her aunt had been.

"They were only minipets, dear, don't worry. They are just like humans. There is a infinite amount of them. Easily replaceable. Quickly forgotten."

But as the mirror shattered and the mad hatter appeared before her eyes, and as the staff was directed right at her she found she couldn't move, her eyes locked on this player, the anguish on his face clear as day. She let the attack hit her and did not move, the pain washing over her as she almost welcomed it, as if it was some pathetic way to atone for her existence as a creature that feasted off FEAR. She did not say or do anything to acknowledge him, she just stared, a look of abstract horror on her face.

It made her wonder just what the hell she was doing. Why did she even exist. Was she destined to do this? Destined to give into some primal urge to kill and mane and cause destruction and grief just because she could? Halloween could throw bullshit at her all day long, she had always doubted their words, their lies about how they treated humans fairly and how they cared for them.

If that was the case, there wouldn't be any jacking hunters now would there?

[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO Harebrained : 20 / 40 HP ]

He had felt like that before; as though he was making the right decision only to have it go wrong... And as he watched someone who was clearly the enemy on the outside world go through this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. He had chosen to pursue a future in which he learned more through accepting the invitation to Deus Ex.

Hopefully her future held more than disappointment. Hopefully his did...

He found out quickly that his future held another attack and this time he was ready for it, bringing his shield up to counter. He hadn't expected the hare-eared girl to fall to her knees after attacking him, however... And being the gentleman that he was, retaliation warranted or no, he couldn't bring himself to bash her back once she was down.

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

Happy. She was happy and even if things weren't perfect, they were certainly good enough to content her. Gwenyfarh laughed as a male werebat put his arm around her and two tiny, roly poly children with her fluffy, white hair attached themselves to her legs. Clearly they were welcoming her back home. Various luggage lay scattered around, open and in disarray. But none of that mattered. All that was important was that she had a family that she loved and who loved her. And she was happy. Sure, she was busier than she’d ever been in her life with her lecturing schedule, but she was doing what she loved. All things considered, the future was made of daisies and sunshine dust. Gwenyfarh sank into the embrace of her family, happy and at peace.

The image of the IBB’s happy future faded, quickly being replaced by the White Queen’s image taunting her. Shreeing slightly, she raised her batwing bow and let the arrow on its string fly directly at the Queen’s ugly face. But before the arrow could hit it’s intended target, the image faded and the mirror cracked and shattered. Revealing a female Gryphon with horns, sunset hair and star clips. Jaw dropping in shock, IBB tried to yell out a warning as her arrow struck the other girl.

Oh balls.

[ ROUND 2 - 30 HP / 40 HP ]

Clopper was about to approach the player he had attacked when another mirror intercepted him. Staring into it Clopper saw himself again and this time, there was another with him.

Could it be?

Was this the person he has been searching for all this time?

But no...in that image, the person within could not be his lost ‘rider’. He’d always imagined her to be kind and gentle but...the girl in this image, she was cruel. Clopper could see her throwing stones at innocent creatures and kicking him whenever the mood took her.

“No!” exclaimed Clopper in denial as he hit the glass.

Like before, the glass shattered and Clopper’s fist came into contact with an unfortunate player.

[ ROUND 2 - HP 30/ 40 HP ]

He backed into the next mirror on accident, spinning around quickly in case something decided to crawl out of it and attack him. It didn't though.

... the sheets were rumpled and tangled around their legs. One of his arms was tossed across the other man's chest as they slept soundly. He didn't recognize the other man, it wasn't someone he'd met, but it was pretty obvious what they'd been up to.

Their clothes; coats and shirts, boots and jeans, were tossed haphazardly around the room. A pair of briefs were threatening to fall behind the headboard from where they were precariously perched.

Stretching slightly he yawned and leaned up to press a kiss to the other mans' temple. "Final exams today.." he muttered sleepily. "If we don't get up our students will know what we were doing all night." That earned him a smack in the head with a pillow and a soft laugh....

... the scene faded easily enough, the Queen once again laughing at him. Whatever dream that had been broken by her taunting. Pulling out his weapon again he lashed out wanting to destroy her as much as she had destroyed the dream.

[ ROUND 2 The Hanged Man - HP 20 / 40 HP ]

The manacles had started to cut into his wrists, pale skin rubbed raw beneath the metal. He was being held in a dark, dank room. When he thought too hard on it he could hear everything around him... Tortured screams down the hall, the drip of water pooling in the corner, rats scurrying, waiting to see if he would fall asleep...

They had taken his coat only to leave it hanging on a hook just outside the barred door of his cell, leaving it as a reminder of what he had been.

They had taken Tivadar somewhere far enough away that he could no longer hear him; not able to find hope in that bond they held any more.

They had cut his hair, removing the dreads that he had put so much care into the upkeep of, even after coming to the Island, buzzing down what was left of the fuzz afterwards.

They had taken everything... Everything

Overall, HotTea42 was not impressed with the options his future had offered him. He was terrified that any one of them might be true... That somehow any single one was a future that he had bought himself in pulling on the white coat with the moon crest along the bottom.

"******** that s**t." He snapped, eyes narrowing as the vision faded and the Queen reappeared. One more mirror destroyed by a shield bash... One more person unknowingly attacked.

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

Gwenyfarh stood, battered and nearly broken as something large loomed over her.

"Was it worth it, little supplicant? Was the giving of your brother's life worth your own?"

Gwenyfarh glanced up, hatred smouldering deep in her silver eyes. How dare this being ask her that! She'd gotten to have precious time with Aven. She'd found him again. Her deal would keep him healthy and safe for a long time. Who cared if that same deal had transferred his pain into her? At least they'd found each other again.

She wouldn't die completely happy. Not with the pain that wracked her. But she could die with a clear conscience.

"It was worth it."

"So be it..."

Once again, the White Queen mocked IBB, flittign through the mirro and seeming to gloat as once again, the bow was swung and the mirror shattered. This time, a tall (everyone was tall to her) Caterpillar with puppy ears and a tail stood on the other side of the mirror.