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[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO tufffluff NAME HERE: 30 / 40 HP ]

Sweetm00n stared up at the glass mirrors as they flickered into existence. She was so distracted that she didn't notice a message arrive until she snapped out of wondering what the heck was going on.

< TO BoiisonFIYAH: Oh! Sorry, was distracted with everything. Where are you? Invite me to party? Maybe I can >

Looking up at the mirror in front of her, she was abruptly distracted from replying. It was a room from the school? It looked like it, but she had never been in - stepping forward she gave a shriek as a shield smashed through it, hitting her full in the face. Falling back on the ground with a thud, she covered her nose with both hands and howled angrily. "You jerk!! What was that for?!" Flailing around angrily, she couldn't bring herself to attack back.

Otto was treated to something he didn't often see. As another mirror flashed before his eyes, he was teased with a positive future. A happy one. A good ending with peace. What sort of vision could he possibly wish for?


Deus was far behind them. In order to save Nevada, he had to keep her away from Fear. They escaped, somehow. Let go from the burdens of being a Hunter. A small little town in a remote country. They lived together. She got better. She was eating and sleeping once again. With a healthy girlfriend by his side every day, he'd live out his life in happiness and peace. Spending their days taking trips, or just staying at home, reading and snacking on sweets. Late night movies, sleeping in on weekends. Each day was a new adventure, and together with a soulmate who didn't die on him, his happiness would last forever.



A cruel and terrible joke, he thought. This Queen preyed on their insecurities, and showed him a future he knew very well to be impossible. Nevada would die, and Deus would rather kill you than let you escape.

The teen slashed at the mirror with his trident, hoping to this time attack the queen, and not whatever poor soul was behind the mirror.

[ ROUND 2 - 20 HP / 40 HP ]

He heard at least one voice back in the darkness from those he called, and it was in that direction he headed. It was a female voice, a familiar one though as always, things in this world seemed to be just that little bit..off. But it was the only girl he had shouted for, and so he shouted her name again to be sure. "Abbi? Is that you?" He called, in the direction of the response he was given.

And then he ran into a mirror, and the figure of the queen, twisted and multi-limbed, gazed back at him, until the image changed to something different....

The world he viewed was a wasteland. He and some few others were trekking across a vast and deserted land, the ground cracked, the sun appearing high and hot in the sky. A closer view of himself showed him with cracked lips and dried, scarred skin, his hair long and tangled, tied back from a gaunt face.

He looked like a dying man, or rather, like death himself.

The others were barely recognizable, and even as he watched, he couldn't be certain if they were actually who he thought they might be. Scarred, with skin stretched too tight over their skeletal frames. Dying, they all were, they must have been. The way they all shuffled their feet, moving at a snails pace....

"We are running short of supplies, Finn." There was one that might have been Jack, if judging by his height was any indicator, stooping down to speak to him in a hoarse voice, his white jacket in tatters with a raggedy green scarf tied around his waist to match. "We can't hold on much longer. This camp we're heading to...It might just be a rumor, and nothing more."

Like he hadn't thought of that. Like they hadn't all thought of that.

"We have no choice. To many of us have died already." His own quiet, barely audible voice hissed in return. "Abbi, Ripley...Fini..." That pain was more recent, and he clenched his teeth away from the pain that came with saying her name, along with the others.

"We have to---.

Finn had seen enough. He hefted his cleaver in his hand, and he smashed his way past the mirror, not realizing that there could be somebody on the other side, or just not caring. It wasn't until his weapon found itself lodged in the body of whoever was there did he stop, and notice, and feel something other then anger.

He pulled back. "********. I'm sorry. I didn't mean....." s**t. They were all just destroying each other in this place. This was what the queen wanted, wasn't it? For them to hurt, to feel pain and suffering, and for them to defeat themselves.

"Are you okay?" A feeble question, a helpless attempt at making the accidental attack okay.

[ Round 2 - 10/40 HP ]

He was more than grateful that no further blows came, although he had appeared ready to defend himself should it happen. He had earned it, after all, blindly attacking not once but thrice after being fooled. "You're right... Completely."



And then back to the Hatter standing 'guard' over him. 'Noke, I'm fine. Just look out for yourself, yeah? I've never been better." He flashed the younger hunter a grin, attempting to stand up and steady himself for emphasis.

[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO SlKiiNL3SS: 30 / 40 HP ]

K1ll frowned in confusion at the mirror in front of him What was it supposed to be showing? He didn't recognise any of it. Scratching his head, he stepped forward only to see the mirror shake and crack. Unconsciously he stepped back, raising his hands up to protect himself from whatever was on the other side - until it burst through and hit him. "0w! w@t?!"

Stumbling, he reached for his boomerang - were there more mobs here? He thought it was only the big boss, but he'd attack anything that damaged him. Rather than throwing his weapon, as he was supposed to, he swung with it. It was sharp enough, and did the job.

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

Lawr felt himself pulled into another vision. This time it was not his own at all, but it was one he wanted to see, a flicker of a future, it had to be a future where America thrived in what she was. Passing along her vivacity to anyone who would listen to it. He could only look on until the vision was shattered roughly by an arrow which struck him hard in the shoulder. He reeled back and stared coldly at whoever had been so stupid - and of course it had been her. Of course.

He tugged it free and drew the spear that seemed to call to him, all twisted measuring scales, wings and nightmares. Fair was fair.

He swung and struck out at her. "Nor am I." he said, because he never ever was.



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My character's username: Divinity
My character's level: 25
Small IC description of character: Tall, extremely pale and slender with delicate features, long slender wings and light clothing.
Character journal: [x]

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

She is slammed against the wall.

She doesn't just meekly freeze there, of course. She puts up a fight, struggling and kicking against the men, yelling curse words at them. They claim to know her, but she had never seen them before in her life-- or maybe she has, but they were so unimportant that she had deemed them unworthy of her memory space.

She elbows one of them in the gut and he yells, grip loosening on her. She attempts to escape when someone else catches the scruff of her fur collar.

"Hey!" A voice interrupts. "Hey, hey hey!"

She freezes. It can't be.

She might not have seen or heard him, for years now, but she still recognizes that very lilt of his voice, and as he pushes through the crowd, she stares at her brother, eyes wide.

What is he doing here?

Again, as the vision faded, she saw the White Queen in the mirror.

She didn't even stop to think. If she did, the Queen would easily disappear again, like she did the last time. Sealed lunged at the mirror, but behind the shattered pieces of glass was another player, just like before.

"Oh Jack," she breathed, a look of slight annoyance crossing her face. "That Queen's a b***h, I'm sorry."