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[ ROUND 2 - 40 / 40 HP ]

Just when she thought it was over, that she would perish with a fond memory in mind, the mirrors sprang. She would have jumped back, but her motions were still slowed, so she managed to narrowly avoid the mirror that appeared immediately beside her, though not without glancing within...

She gazed upon herself in the mirror, a smile of satisfaction on her face. Staring back at her was the woman, the warrior that she had convinced herself that she could be. Aldara stood tall, having filled out a bit more and accepted everything that it meant to be her more than it meant to be a harpy.

Jewelry that she had made herself sparkled as her adornments; necklaces, bracelets and a few carefully forged rings on her fingers. Her feathers had lengthened into proper wings that were good for more than just gliding now; good for flight, perfect for attack. She wore no shoes, taloned toes raking at the floor beneath them leaving fine gouges in the grain of the wood.

Matching blades were in either hand, curved and deadly. She was intimidating, to say the least, but there was something playful about it all... As if she were looking at someone across from her that she considered a long time friend; a valuable partner as well as a powerful foe.

"Are you ready? Good. Let's go."

She stepped back away from the mirror as her reflection lunged forward, turning into the visage of the Queen. Letting out a startled cry she brought up her blades, crashing them into the mirror.

[ Round 2 - HP 20/40 ]

"Land, s**t..." He tucked his weapon away and kneeled down in front of his friend. "I didn't mean to do that. I didn't know it was you ... ******** you don't look good."

Land couldn't get taken out. He didn't know what would happen at this point. This far into whatever ALICE's game was they weren't likely to just respawn in the Tavern. If Land didn't wake back up on Deus....

"Just stay down. If we don't move and stay away from the mirrors maybe we'll be okay"

((ooc: Just a reaction post~))

Joy was grateful for the help and relieved Tea wasn't taking the whole face-full of mirrors against her. She wouldn't have blamed him if he lashed out, wouldn't blame him one bit. However, when it came to Tea's turn to see a mirror and the future it foretold, Joy was stunned speechless by what she saw.

There was a snake. A giant-a** snake. A giant-a** snake, who had such pretty pretty feathers but that was beside the point because it was in a cage. And standing in front of the cage was Davey, with a look on his face that made her stomach turn because she'd seen it directed at before just from someone else. She remembered crying so hard in her room afterwards not even a pint of ice cream helped.

And then accusations of monsters and not being human and feeding and food began to play out between the snake and the man she'd come to see as a friend. Where the hell was Tea in all of this?

She didn't understand why there was no sign of Tea in that vision, apart from a nagging suspicion of mad science and occult forces at work, but she sensed there was something in the back of her mind staying out of her reach. She wanted to throw her hands up in the air in surrender and declare her complete and utter confusion. Instead she ended up flat on her back as she was too slow to dodge the cadeucus Tea swung.

"Didn't feel a thing," she croaked, trying to laugh because it was true. She didn't feel any pain from the blow or from falling and it scared her. Joy didn't know what scared her more, though, the fact she was slowly turning to stone, or that look on Davey's face.

"Why the attitude to Tea, Cap'n?" she asked of the man, slowly, carefully articulating herself. "You like coffee more?" still trying to joke because she didn't want to think about how the numbness has reach her shoulders and hips.

Round 2 - 30/40 @ Shun/Shadowstep

He stood in front of another mirror, but rather than see a glimpse into his own possible future, he saw someone else’s. He couldn’t remember the boy’s name, but the rabbit clearly remembered his face. R0GU3 could remember that one time in the Haunted House with the baku.

Blank eyes watched the scene unfold in front of him. There appeared to be little sympathy from him as he watched Shun face the consequences. He held mixed feelings for the horsemen, and knowingly breaking your world’s laws would always pay a price in the end. But he didn’t stare with complete apathy. If he could wish for a world without pain and punishment, he would. He could only wonder in the back of his mind what the reaper’s friends would say.

But as the woman exited the room, the entire scene shattered to reveal sharp daggers pointed at him. Red eyes widened and he stumbled backwards, but the damage had already been done. “A little warning would’ve been nice…” he murmured weakly as he got to his feet, a hand on his side.

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[ROUND 2 : 40/40 HP]

This time, in the mirror, Ash could see herself, a couple of years from now, graduating from Amityville Academy, now a full fledged Reaper. after all the exams, the lessons, and various strange happenings, she had at last reached her goal. She could now start the rest of her life, reaping Fear for Halloween, no longer a child.

Well, the ghoul liked what this mirror showed more than the previous one. Still, when she caught sight of the queen's face she lunged at it. Maybe last time she just hadn't been fast enough? Unfortunately, as the shards fell down she cold see that the one she would strike wasn't the damned queen. After landing her hit on sombra_mueca she couldn't apologize enough.

[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO TEDDOMINATION OR WHATEVER HIS REAL NAME IS HP 20/ 40 HP ]

The hug lasted longer then he had really intended, though he hadn't actually though it through very well when it was offered, or rather forced, on Ripley. He had just seen that look on his friends face, that one full of pain and rage and sorrow, and he felt that this might actually be the best way to diffuse him. That was all. It wasn't like he enjoyed it or anything. It wasn't like he actually needed a hug himself.

Yet his arms remained wrapped tight around the other man, even when Ripley finally began to relax, to rest his head against his shoulder, to actually say something that elicited a soft snort of laughter from Finn. He could never really no how close he'd come to a punch in the face by approaching, but it would have been okay if Ripley had hit him. He would have allowed it, after all of that, and he would have understood the need.

But this was better. He could almost get used to th----

Ripley was pulling away, and Finn's eye, which he at some point had closed, as though in the darkness he could pretend they were somewhere else entirely, flew open. He found that he didn't actually want to let go so soon, which was odd, but probably just an after effect of the raw emotions left over from the harsh memories, especially the first in particular. But he also didn't fight it, nodding his head, lifting a hand to run fingers through his hair.

"Right. A mistake." He wasn't trying to sound hurt, but the second word came out cold, mocking, and likely came off that way anyways. In any case, he didn't have time to say anything more, when the world around them changed once again, and mirrors rose from the floor, cutting them off from each other.

"s**t." He muttered, wondering what ******** they were going to be faced with now, glancing beside him to where he'd last seen Ripley, and finding he could no longer see him at all.

Whatever, it was probably for the best, anyways. Looking towards the nearest mirror, he watched the scene that unfolded in front of him, not recognizing who it was, or even, what it was that he was looking at.

Giving his head a small shake, he was about to turn away, when the mirror shattered, and something stabbed out towards him, driving into his body. Wide eyed, he looked down, to see the scissors that penetrated him before they were withdrawn.

His own weapon came to hand, the sawed edged cleaver he had been given, and with his eye narrowing, he struck out at his own assailant, an automatic reaction, while a growing worry for his own friends gnawed at his insides.

"Ripley? Oliver? Abbi?" He called out to the three who's memories he'd last spotted, "Ian?" He knew the other man was there too, he'd seen him, or rather, images from his own memories as well.

[ROUND 2 : 40/40 HP]

Her eyes rived on the new mirror facing her the Cheshire cat had to gulp down her mounting distress. Because, in there she could see herself miserable as she had never been before. Judging by her face she might be ten years older than now, the dark feathers of her wings dull, her eyes empty. She was crumpled in a dark corner, alone. No one passing by paid her more than a glance. From her lacklustre appearance she could tell she was no longer part of the Academy, and she had to have been kicked out. And the familiar faces in the crowd, none of them seemed to care at all for her. No one would come for her. She was alone.

Submerged by rage Ash tricked as soon as she caught sight of the Queen's face, paying no mind to the person she was quite sure was behind the mirror. WhiteWind became her unfortunate victim. But right now she was too upset to apologize, and just crumpled to the ground. Because that, what she saw in the mirror, had been quite exactly one of her greatest fears.