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 Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 5:48 pm
With the other girls now moving in the right direction and Ptolemy thankfully folowing her lead and trying to gather other strays, Acubens turned her attention to her brood. They were still safe behind the wall Avior had erected. For the first time since she'd gotten there, a smile begant ow arm Acubens' face. That, at least, was taken care of.
As she took her first step towards the larger group, the world fell apart.
She couldn't leave the two she had picked up, but she also couldn't deny the screaming in her legs to run to the rest and gather everyone in to one area. Int he end she froze, gripping the two girls in a blind panic with nothing else to do.
Had someone said something? It was hard to follow that instruction when it felt like there was something or someone grabbing to her... Acubens body acted without her mind making any choices and she fought and grabbed and pushed against the force pulling her with everything that she was, but in the end, it wasn't enough. She turned back to her brood and tried to call their names, but in the end, her voice was swallowed by the end of the world.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 11:58 pm
Elsa planted his feet on the ground as solidly as he could, bracing against the ever-increasing shattering. If there was something coming out of Mirrorspace to get them, he would fight until his last breath to stop it. Monsters were easy, anyway, especially since he was surrounded by other, stronger Senshi, and by so many of them. Whatever happened, they should have it well and under control.
Except there was no monster.
There was just light, blinding, bright light, and that was so, so very much worse. A monster Elsa could have handled no problem, but how did you fight the world ripping itself apart at the seams? Part of him wanted to scream, but he knew that would help nothing. All it would do was terrify everyone around him unnecessarily. So he took a breath and prepared to fall, prepared for whatever was coming. At least, he hoped he was prepared.
(Could you ever really prepare for something like this?)
He jsut hoped everyone else would be okay, somehow. It would be terribly anticlimactic for so much of their Court to be lost here, and it seemed so utterly out of place. Why would Mirrorspace call them all to it just to kill them? Didn't it need them to keep going? Didn't they feed it the energy that kept it functional? Surely that meant it wouldn't want to destroy them.
Unless, as he feared, there was something terribly, deeply wrong with it. That was an unpleasant thought. Perhaps it had been converted by something greater, and they were all doomed.
No, no, he couldn't think that way. It would be okay. They would be okay.
He hung onto that as he felt the ground crack out from under him, and he prepared to fall. He was ready to start dropping down, down into the depths, except suddenly there was a hand on his arm and he wasn't falling at all, and that was -- well. That was definitely unexpected.
He felt it pull, and he went, like he had any other choice, through the great mirror and to wherever it led.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 12:13 am
Mirrorspace was not somewhere Asmodeus felt safe or comfortable. She hadn't had time to feel that way - she'd only been the once, when Remarque brought her in to be Awakened, and sometimes...sometimes she regretted making that choice. This was absolutely one of those times. She absolutely did not like any of this, and part of her wanted to try to go back - to leave, to flee, to get home where she would be safe and could pretend none of this was happening anymore. The way she pretended so much of the war wasn't happening.
But she couldn't. She was trapped, along with so much of her Court (though she wasn't sure it felt like her Court, at all; did she even know anyone here, other than Remarque? She wasn't certain. She knew so few of the people she was in a Court with. It made her feel awful and guilty) and there was no exit, nowhere to run.
And it was getting worse. Louder. She threw up her hands to cover her ears and muffle, just a little, the shrieking storm that seemed to be kicking up around them - the shrieking sound, she feared, of Mirrorspace tearing itself apart around them - and curled in on herself and prayed.
She felt the floor breaking apart underneath her, and she waited for the fall to come. This would be it - she would be lost in Mirrorspace forever, thrown into the deepest depths. It was like an awful horror movie, like something that she'd watch and laugh at with friends except this was her reality now, apparently. And it had been from the moment she had signed up for the Dark Mirror, chasing dreams that were really nightmares and trying to make sense of terrible, painful memories.
She wanted to go home. That was it, that was all she wanted - to get out of there and be back in her bed and curl up in a ball and ignore this. Maybe she would throw her pen away. Maybe she would just...run, as far as she could, and put it all behind her. But that wasn't an option. Not now, not ever, not in any sort of practical terms.
She still wanted it to be.
When she felt something grab her, it was almost like getting her wish.
Except that she was not pulled through the mirror to home. Not at all.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 5:33 am
Mithra barely had time to figure out what was going on. It seemed some people were continuing to talk, but she could barely hear anything over all of the noise and at this point she was so blinded she couldn't tell where anyone was.
Luckily, or unluckily? before she felt herself go completely blind it seemed that they were all magically pulled somewhere...
[my terrible exit]
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 9:35 am
In an instant, Leto realized there was no shielding herself with her forearm. The sound that picked up around them was deafening , as if there was a tornado inside MirrorSpace that was about to rip them all to shreds.
This was the end.
And this was a really, really shitty and entirely not-badass way to die.
The pitch of the wailing that came next sent shivers down her spine and there was no making sense of any of this anymore. Red eyes narrowed to slits, trying to squint through the blinding light at whatever it was that was coming for them. But all she could see was nothingness.
And when she thought her time had come, she was pulled backwards.
[Leto Exit]
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 5:14 pm
(Per the GMs, I'm able to post here and handwave Logos as being present during the events so she can participate in the meta!)
It hadn't been long since she'd been inducted - awakened - into the organization calling itself the Dark Mirror Court. Daniyah found herself inexplicably drawn into the full-body mirror in her parent's bedroom and strangely, despite Lesath's instructions, could push her hand through. Lesath was her superior, her teacher and guide in this insane world of myth and magic. Lesath, an Eternal, someone who had been awakened for years, mentioned that the newly-awakened cadets could not "mirrorwalk" by themselves. They lacked the strength to do so and must work and train in order to gain that ability in the future.
Daniyah was no stranger to hard work, and smirked at the thought, taking it on as a welcome challenge.
So, despite Lesath's instructions, was the fact that she could push her hand through the mirror like water in a pond a fluke? Or was Daniyah simply an exceptional specimen? She would smirk at this too, for she considered herself something of an over-achiever. Perhaps she simply had enough drive in her heart and soul to pull it off.
And speaking of pulls, the pulse from the heart of the mirror was too much for her to stand back and analyze, the beckoning such an intoxicating feeling. She had to remember that, when she wore this ridiculous black-and-springy outfit, she was no longer Daniyah. Lesath had christened her Logos, and this was her persona in this form. Daniyah slept while Logos powered up and donned the outfit bestowed upon her by the strange talking cat.
Her parents slept in the bed on the other end of the room as Logos gingerly walked through the mirror, drawing in a breath and being shocked at the coldness of mirrorspace. There was a pressure in the air, a tension, unease, much like the anxious silence before an attack on the battlefield. All who were present were like soldiers in a trench, in Logos' mind, knowing that danger lurked not twenty yards away and was inevitable. Logos felt overwhelmed, but she had a superior to impress with her prowess. She was not some youngling who was uneasy on her feet (despite high heels being her least favorite footwear). Who designed these outfits?!
There were a multitude of others here, whose signatures we like family to her own. Lesath had explained that as well - that in Logos form, she could sense other people at a distance with enough mental concentration. It was still a dizzying proposition, knowing that magic indeed existed and could be tapped into and manipulated. Logos felt herself curling her hands into fists. This was a new world she was thrilled to explore, under the watchful eyes of the ones known as Supers and Eternals.
Highest of all were the Royals, ones Lesath mentioned briefly. They ruled over the entire Court in a way, the highest of the high. Logos would still report to Lesath, she thought, unless a Royal usurped that chain of command or required something of her. It was difficult to suss out her position in this new organization. There was so much to consider - magic, strength, speed, perception, rankings... The military worked in a similar fashion though no Royals ruled over the cadets, and no one came equipped with magic.
She kept her herself, all things considered, keeping her eyes and ears open to start learning as much as she could. She tried learning some names using the conversation erupting all around her, but it was too little to commit to memory before the room started to collapse in on itself with a deafening roar. Before Logos could even make a stand against this eldritch force, she and the others were sucked into the mirror, disappearing.
Words: 624
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 9:59 am
Will edit later - Sinope exit
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 10:03 am
Will edit later - Ptolemaeus exit
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 8:51 pm
Perhaps she had been wrong to think that everything would be okay. Perhaps she had been as wrong as she could possibly be, and everything wouldn’t be okay. The whole world was shattering and splintering around them, and…well. At least she wouldn’t be dying alone…live like a family and die together. It was a small comfort, but it was a comfort. Kind of.
Actually, no. No it wasn’t. She really, really didn’t want to die, and if she could find a way out of dying, she would happily do so. There was far too much to live for…and right now, being scared would do nothing to help her. She had to push through and…try to stay alive.
Though how she was going to accomplish that she didn’t know, at least she didn’t know until she felt the hand grab her and pull her to safety.
Thank goodness.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2017 9:47 pm
Going to be posting here for Kissling...
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 10:35 pm
[Merkeb Exit]
Markeb fell to her knees, hands clasped over both ears to try and dampen the deafening sound of wind whipping through the area like a wailing banshee's grievous screams. Her eyes squeezed shut as debris slammed against the wall beside her.
In the chaos and confusion, she did not notice a figure in the mirror behind her, did not see the light as it grew brighter, and could not react as a hand reached out to grab ahold of her upper arm. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Markeb was pulled through the mirror- to safety, she hoped.
[Hekate exit WIP]
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