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Sailor Dia

As Grendel's words hissed into her ear, Dia was mindful enough to freeze as soon as the next challenge was upon them. They had both successfully managed to evade the wayward darts, though it was apparent that others had not been quite as fortunate. Serandite was already leagues ahead, Alkaid was in front as well, but beginning to trail behind others that Dia did not know.

Turning around, locks of hair swept the Labyrinth floor. Fingers nimbly began to pluck darts from out of her long locks, ever thankful that they had managed to hit her pounds of pink instead of her. It was bad enough that her arm still ached, the bandage still tightly wound around her forearm. This made her think of the others - where had Tourmaline gone, with little Lace in tow? And Victoria - she hadn't seen the redhead since they'd entered the Labyrinth.

Hands cupped over her mouth as she hollered out, "KittyKat! Vic! We're over here!"

There wasn't much time to regroup, not when the race was still on. Hopefully the others were already ahead or soon to catch up. Another agent ran by and instilled a sense of urgency back into the senshi - she needed to go.

The pillars ahead were ominous, especially as one or two teetered when a Lieutenant or General dashed by. She was far more mindful of how she weaved her way in between them - she didn't want another thing smacking her, after all!

Roll: 18 (+ 3) = 21

Corrupted Ceraskia

This particular trap,somehow more than the others, seemed daunting. Maybe it was closed in placement of the pillars, or maybe it was the ominous way they teetered and shifted with only the slightest brush. Ceraskia moved swiftly, but cautiously, weaving through the tall stacks of stone, hot on Quartz's sparkling tail.

She saw it when he wavered, winced as he hit one of the unstable pillars beside them, and gave a startled yelp when he grabbed hold of her and threw her forward, out of harms way. Why!? he didn't even like her. And there would have been the perfect opportunity to be rid of her.

Or maybe that wasn't his aim. Maybe it was disdain, annoyance, and not outright dislike.

Regardless, she passed through inscathed, and once again slowed at the end, watching over her shoulder until she saw him emerge, then off again at a run.



Roll 1: n/a
Roll 2: 14
Roll 3: 13
Roll 4: 15
Total: 42

Captain Tourmaline

"Screw all of this," Tourmaline muttered as she wove through the pillars, foot catching on a rock as she skidded through. Somewhere behind her the collapse had started-- At least she wasn't stuck in it. Go team.

12 + 3 = 15

Total So Far: 55

Corrupt Sailor Kitalpha

Kitalpha's life kind of sucked right now. That incident with the balls (no, no more balls jokes, she was going to swear off those for at least a little bit) had really left her hurting, and then that nonsense with the darts... blech. This being-a-badass stuff was harder than she thought. But then again, these traps were clearly made to test for the top-tier badasses, so if she survived, she'd earn some badass credit!

She wasn't even going to think about the alternative. She was going to make it out of here, dammit! Probably not without some serious lumps though. She'd have to explain some nice new scars to her mom, if her mom noticed or gave a damn. Oh well. Scars were sexy, right?

Current Total: 2 + 8 = 10

The pillars were dangerous, but nearly everyone made it out without incident! There were a few unfortunate souls, however, who were not so lucky. It might have been their fault, or the fault of someone else who was reckless—but Quartz, Prasiolite and Kitalpha found themselves the prime targets of this trap.

The stacked rocks wavered and tumbled, and while they might have been able to dodge the majority of them, they could not dodge the strange buckets that had been stacked at the very top. A bucket of bright, neon paint splattered over each of them. It was not painful—sticky, perhaps, and obnoxious, but they had survived.

They just had to catch up.

Alkaid was in the lead and making Metallia proud; Amethyst behind her deserved praise for how effortlessly he had cleared the pillars; he followed a bit behind the corrupted senshi. Grendel was a prime specimen of Mauvian and properly represented his species, and trailed just behind them.

They were the first to see the strange symbol marked on the wall: Apatite, no doubt, had spray painted a portrait of her face on the far wall. She was not an artist by any means, but she did well enough to depict her image, tongue sticking out. Her handprint, in neon pink, was slammed next to the portrait.

There was a low pulse of Chaotic energy; it flushed through the group as they all continued through the labyrinth. As they ran deeper through the maze, it was clear that whatever they had been sent here to obtain was powerful—and they were getting closer.

There was an array of twists and turns before the next obstacle:

A long, dark passageway. The light was unnaturally dim here and it was hard to tell what the obstacle was. There was a stretch of murky black water that rippled strangely, like something might have been moving beneath it. It was too far to jump, and if anyone attempted to teleport they would find their ability to do so strangely shut off. Along the walls were strange crevices—enough to dig your fingers and toes into, maybe, if you didn't want to brave the water, but that will no doubt take longer to cross.

The chaotic energy is bubbling, filling everyone with adrenaline; the effects of the darts have all worn out, leaving everyone clear of mind and fully prepared to handle this task!

"You have got to be kidding me," General Osumilite deadpanned. He was just dreading the idea that the next challenge would be a water challenge, and sure enough, ******** murky water with some creature in it. He could climb the wall, he supposed, but to him that seemed even more risky - a fall could seriously hurt him. Swimming? He knew he could do that, at least. Sea monsters be damned.

He took off his jacket and dropped it to the floor and kicked off his shoes - he knew he couldn't strip down too much out of his uniform, but he couldn't be weighted down by heavy formalwear, either. He took a deep breath in and jumped into the waters and swam - quickly, but cautiously to avoid whatever that was moving in the waters.

Round 1: 13
Round 2: 23
Round 3: absent
Round 4: 12
Round 5: 16 + 5 = 21
Total: 69