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"I'm fine. I'm sorry, I just... was trying to get the queen. She is mean." Trisha might have wiped away a tear before carrying on with her fight.

10/40 HP

Rhythm stopped looking around the battle field, it was not long before she ended up running into her brother, who appeared to be having a memory. One about him burning spookies, in one of his first attempts to bake. Years later, in the midst of a battle field, Cadence Rhythm laughed at her brother’s failed spookies. Truth be told, it was mostly him saying that she was going to laugh at him that amused her so much. “Sorry” She choked out in-between laughs. Unfortunately the battle field was chaotic and it was not long before they were separated once again.

Rhythm continued to wander around the battle field trying to fight offer her own memories and find the queen to attack. Unfortunately she was caught in someone else’s memory. Was it a memory? She assumed it was. She tried not to look, but it was almost drawing her in. The memory seemed to fade from the mirror and she felt a sharp pain as the player attacked her, the sound of shattered glass ringing though the battle field. She winced but she was all right over all. “It’s fine I’m all right.”

Rhythm continued to move trying to avoid the mirrors as best as she could, if she did not look at them she would not be caught in their trap right. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone talking to what looked like a priestess. Then suddenly she was punched in the face, a piece of glass cutting into her cheek from the shattered mirror the other had punched though. She winced and growled a bit, tempted to attack back since he didn’t even bother apologizing. Although that wouldn’t do them any good. The players need to work together to beat this thing. Fighting each other over her stupid tricks would not help the situation any so she got up and walked away.

She tried, honestly she did to avoid looking in the mirrors, to avoid looking at what other people were seeing, these things even if they were not memories were still something people would consider privet weren’t they? Unfortunately her eye was caught by one with an elegant estate, the person approaching what appeared to be a crypt. She had a hard time tearing her eyes from the sad scene. The image in the mirror faded and it shattered before Rhythm could move and she was struck by the girl on the other side of the mirror. It hurt; she was taking a beating from all these accidental mirrors. “its fine” She said to the other girl who sounded really concerned. “Don’t worry about it.”







Ahh sorry about the second quote guys! I forgot character stats like a derp ;;

[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO SCIENCE (Zee Oddwyn) : HP 30/ 40 HP ]

As the female Mad Hatter he accidentally attacked retaliated with a roundhouse kick to his gut---

Due to the IN-LVL has been set to zero, 'his' stomach twisted badly, making him want to puke-

"-sorry! I didn't mean to attack you, really!" He stepped back, pulling his sword as a shield.

Her face is slightly distorted. Didn't she realize that they're in the front of the White Queen of Grief? And why did she made a face that looks like--

She didn't even mind attacking anyone?

This is weird. Very weird.

Zee Oddwyn

No damage done~

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My character's username: Undying=Borg
My character's level: 59+50 EXP
Character's HP: 30/40
Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter
Current party: NONE
Current Guild: NONE
Location: Red Queen's Castle
Small IC description of character: <=
Character journal: Battle Entry Log

[ Round Two // 30/40 HP ]
[ The Sun ]



The compliment had not been a compliment to him, which Mimsy noted with intrigue over insult. Had he stopped believing her all together, between this and their conversation with Shadowstep? Had he stopped wanting to? Or was she not believable anymore?

Maybe it was just another way that Wonderland was anomalous. If Grief was truly ruining this for them, she supposed she might not have to wait much longer to find out.

She didn't correct him, as he had already corrected her on the subjects of kindness and stupidity, and his stubbornness and naivety were positives in her eyes, not negative attributes to be ashamed of.

"Then you can aid her from afar. I am certain that you are capable. Distance can be circumvented, if we work together, and I am willing to help if you need it." She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, an action as catlike as she appeared. "I am willing to help you with anything. Never hesitate to ask."

The offer was clearly meant for another world. The confidence that they could remain here forever was gone, because this feeling was familiar in the worst way. She took a deep breath, intending to share her realization, and opened her eyes to find another mirror.

The mirror glimmered with a display of the most brilliant night sky she had ever seen. One that she no longer even dreamed she could see, in its realm of impossibility.

All of the stars seemed so different here. As did the Earth, when she was looking down at it. Everything that had once been one tiny pinpoint was now so much greater, and all that did not deserve greatness was now one tiny pinpoint.

That was to be expected from space.

The sight of it felt incredibly right, with a surge of the sense of belonging that she thought she could only find in Wonderland.

Everyone down there on that tiny sphere now looked as insignificant and unimportant as they were to her. A smile spread across her face as she sat at the window of the space station, alone, and smashed her thumb against the aluminum silicate glass.

For a moment, she imagined that she really had crushed that world like the pest that it was.

The mirror shattered, just like the others, as soon as she touched it. She'd been pawing at it, palm flat against its surface. I want to be there, she thought. I want to be there, if not here.

And that was all that it took to remind her of what she meant to say.

"We are dying." Her voice cracked as she stared down at the broken shards. The space station was gone. Soon Wonderland would be, too. "I have felt like this before. Do you remember? The day that you carried me back to Deus Ex, after our mission to investigate the Insanity surge? This is exactly, exactly what I experienced that day. We are dying in Wonderland."

She despised Grief even more for forcing her to speak those five awful words.

Nio Love

Mimsy attacks her 4x husband for maximum suffering and shows him spaaaaace!

A warm smile, gentle, kind. They spoke though she could not hear the words, she knew that he was happy, they were happy and together. Those emotions she knew well, they were speaking of the world’s most important things. She was telling him she loved him and that she was proud of him.

This mirror caught her attention and so thoroughly enthralled her that when it shattered like the others, she did not pull away. She heard a single word, “mother.” She smiled just before the blow came.

Her eyes had already glazed over when another blow came from behind, she never saw her attacker. (Sorry Chris)

She fell forward and collapsed, stunned and fading. Petals fell from her wreaths and scattered at the feet of the other players before. Was this the end? This was different from the jabberwocky. The atmosphere, she wondered one again, was this really just a game?

She didn’t think so. The fight felt too real. She was trying her best, but it wasn’t enough. The Queen was mean, mad at them for doing what was only natural. They did not want to be ruled by a cruel queen who would turn on them. At the same time she pitied the queen. She was only lonely too, but terribly mean by showing them visions of the future and then mocking them. She just seemed so sad to; purposeless without the other queen. Really they were doing her a great favor, but changing the rules so the new rules would bring ease to her existence once more. The need for the old leadership was long gone.

Trisha knew how she felt, for she too felt alone. Nevermind that she was sounded by so many people, she fell alone. Attacked, hurt and confused. She wanted to go home to see her mother. A lamasu needed someone, especially in moments of weakness like this. No hand held hers as she feel, no voice called out to her. She wanted someone, anyone and clutched at the ring that was on her finger, a fake moment of happiness that did nothing now in this moment when the world was fading to black.

She wanted to go home, to be outside, to run the moon run one more time. She wished she had found someone to be by here. And she found herself thinking of Mayaa, how she would cry out, and then the sadness in her eyes as she fell and dissipated… no, she was glad that she was alone. No cow or bull would see her sorry state, that was left only to those who accidently stuck the final blows that brought her down. She lived like a bull and died like a mouse, with only a little eep escaping her lips.

She held no vengeance in her heart for her killers, truly they were only doing what they needed to do, fighting like she was fighting, the queen. Even the one who attacked her earlier, the cat did not really have that much resentment held towards him. He just needed to apologize. Perhaps she didn’t need to over react, but it had startled her and hurt her so she did what was only natural.

She didn’t see that he too had died.

But she did wonder how many more would die. Was this the end? Would they respawn? Would they wake up outside the game? Would she come back to fight again? Would they fight here forever? Till the white queen was dead? She just didn’t know.

And then there was the little ghoul she had accidently hit, the one who had merely kissed her nose and patted her head. That made her very happy. Trisha smiled a bit more. Maybe fighting forever wouldn’t be so bad. She could make friends, even here on the battle field, even with those she hit, those who would be slain.

Even the other little ghoul had asked if she was ok. Even if she wasn't now, Trisha appropriated the thought.

Protection was always part of her people, but so was fighting and the means to take down leaders from their positions, it also included friendship, leading them in battle, and in death. As she faded away, she thought that at least she had done her best to make things right. And even if she was dying now, even if she did not come back, or even if she did, she did not regret coming.

As she faded out, she had the luxury to see the petals that feel and she reached out and grasped one in her dying moments, unsure of the future, but sure of her past.

>Chocolate hooves got hit too hard.

>Despawning

>logging out

[ ROUND 2 - 40/ 40 HP ]

It came in her sleep.

While being wrapped up in his arms, something came to her while she dreamed, offering temptations that promised a life where she wouldn't be treated differently, where HE wouldn't hide their relationship behind closed curtains just because she was considered weird or something that's abnormal.

She wanted to take it so badly, those sweet promises seemed so tempting and sweet. Anasia woke up and looked at the man next to her in question with a small smile. If she did take it, things wouldn't be the same and she didn't like change too much, not where her relationships were concerned.

Call her crazy or weird, but she liked the fact that he was so secretive, it added a sense of danger and thrill to this romance thing.

As tempted as she was, the frost giant shook her head and laid back down with a quiet yawn.

Temptation would have to wait another day, she was satisfied for now.

Wiz gave this mirror a quick wtf look complemented with a blush before smashing that mirror with more force than the other one, she was sure that one was lying. No doubt a bout it.

O-j-man

BAM!!!

Wheel of Fortune

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OOC

My character's username: ManaicalIceWiz
My character's level: 52 [Sentry Caterpillar]
Character's HP: 40
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location: FINAL BATTLE!
Small IC description of character:

Tall, blue-skinned and purple eyed, ManaicalIceWiz sports the caterpillar garb with a brown cape and pink top armor with silver. She also has black pants and silver armor boots with spikes on them. One thing to note is her hair which is a shinny white, as if it was made of melting ice.

Character journal: [ManaicalIceWiz]

[ ROUND 2 - 40/ 40 HP ]

Her sister was nuts wasn't she? Whats wrong with the rest of her family?! Was she the only one that was even somewhat normal? Obviously. Ana started running from her raging sister as she chased her around the house and back yard, screaming about how she was the one that cut her hair while she slept.

Really?! What use would she have for hair that's the same as hers?!

"You want it for that damned collection you have you freak! Just you WAIT till I get my hands on you!!!"

She kept running, figuring her sister would fatigue before she would anyway.

Wiz frowned before rolling her eyes and throwing her sword at the mirror without looking, knowing it shattered and probably lodged itself into some one. Hopefully the queen.

endejester

Oops xD

Strength

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OOC

My character's username: ManaicalIceWiz
My character's level: 52 [Sentry Caterpillar]
Character's HP: 40
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location: FINAL BATTLE!
Small IC description of character:

Tall, blue-skinned and purple eyed, ManaicalIceWiz sports the caterpillar garb with a brown cape and pink top armor with silver. She also has black pants and silver armor boots with spikes on them. One thing to note is her hair which is a shinny white, as if it was made of melting ice.

Character journal: [ManaicalIceWiz]

[ ROUND 2 - 10 HP / 40 HP ]

There was only one thing on her mind, it was to get to him. To get to his body, to make sure he was going to get up. She didn't know his health had fallen to nothing, that it wasn't he had simply been struck to hard. Olivia didn't want to think the worst. Just get to him.

But then a mirror suddenly blocked her path.

The simplest and obvious sort of torture for her to have to bare witness to would be one her fears coming to catch up on her. Her curiosities and her hope of overcoming to be diminished with one simple touch of flame; because she always did hope that one day she could stand so close.

But this was not what the White Queen's twisted humor showed her. She showed her a battle field, not unlike this own, just devoid of mirrors. But with so many players on the field, their true forms shining through and enemies all the more obvious. The ghoul was honestly sad that it had come to blows between the Hunters, some of them had actually seemed nice.

That was until they attacked her friends. Her thoughts had traveled to the islands at first, when she first encountered them but they soon had to come back to reality as the brought their weapons down into the fold. Slicing, shooting, bringing their mighty power. She had done as she always did, using her body as a shield to help her friends. But the Hunters proved too much, obviously so. Even with their combined attacks, their combined defenses, her friends and her were pushed back. And that's when they started to fall. Beaten, despite her best efforts. She was too slow each time and could only watch as they hit the ground, their lives wavering. She had failed them.

Olivia looked up at the Hunter that descended upon her, hurt and pain in her eyes. Her body marred with scars and cuts and gashes, her dress in shreds and in one arm she held the detached piece of her other. She was broken, physically and mentally and spared one last glance behind her - at Amarus, at Molan, at Andrew, at Mia ... at countless others... and back again as they cleaved their weapon into her chest, shattering her Fear Core.

"No... no.... no...." She was at a lose. She didn't know what to do. What had she just seen? Her hands shook violently, her whole body quaked. She opened her mouth to scream, an actual scream but all that could come out was a whimper. The White Queen smiled and Olivia threw out her hands to shove the mirror away.

It crashed and her body fell upon Andrew.