She'd made contact with the creature. The fact that Remarque's attack had immobilised the wraith in order for that opening to strike was afforded to her. Her instincts after successfully striking the creature was to fall back once more. Lacerta knew that she was not a fighter, instead she was the one that could heal those that sustained injuries. Studying the motions of the wraith Lacerta tried to use judgement to see if there was any possible weak spots. It was only the familiar sounding scream that echoed in the chamber that broke Lacerta from the task at hand. She watched, horrified as Acubens struck out at the wraith but she also saw the gash that had started to weep red on her friend's chest. Her mind sharpened and she knew she had to get over to offer aid.
Moving as carefully as she could, avoiding the wraith and those other senshi around her, Lacerta was shivering by the time she reached the velociraptor senshi. The cold in the air was affecting her but she knew that leaving others to suffer when she could help wasn't the right choice. Without warning the strawberry-blond grimaced before she raised a hand to stop whatever next motion Acubens was going to take in an effort to stall her. She lowered her hand over the damage that she could see and just hoped that the bandages would form, it was necessary to make sure that the wounds heal to the best of what she could provide. Her voice was soft as the words fell from her lips.
"Lacerta's Miracle Growth.."
Her gaze watched those that were trying various tactics including one of their own that turned themselves into a literal monster. Her gaze sought out Remarque once more to ensure that he was alright. She'd have to make sure that she was careful if she wanted to move back towards him if it was needed.
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Super Sailor Scout Attack: Lacerta's Miracle Growth Lacerta will touch an injury on either herself or an ally and whisper her attack. A soft glowing bandage will appear and wrap the injury in a thin layer of bandage-like material. After twenty seconds the bandage will disappear. At this stage superficial bruises and cuts are healed rapidly (injuries from her sailor attack.) Larger lacerations (ones that go into the dermis), grade 1 sprains, and more significant bruises can be healed satisfactory. (( If a laceration goes further down into the skin than the dermis the magic will just stop the immediate bleeding )
Arnica nodded to Sadalsuud, glad that she was okay, but shaken up enough from all of this that he still didn't quite know what to expect. The wraith didn’t seem happy (wow, what a surprise) but it didn’t seem like they were any closer to getting out. At least it looked like it was taking some damage but…
He didn’t know where this was going, just that they still seemed pretty screwed.
He didn’t say it out loud, didn’t want to draw attention to it, but he was deliberately staying close to the Senshi giving out clovers. He didn’t know what they did, but he’d felt better having it and--all things considered--if this went South, he wanted to be around people, not on his own.
The floor didn’t look like it was going to be able to handle much more of a lashing--and the wraith still wasn’t going down. He used his magic again, hoping that those cracks were a good sign.
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Sailor Scout Attack: Arnica Sprout Arnica waves his hand and a three foot ring of Mandragora flowers sprout around a single target within his line of vision. Anyone caught within this ring will immediately feel themselves falling subject to Mandragora poisoning, which can include blurred vision, dry mouth, dizziness, headache, nausea, feeling flushed, vomiting, increased heart rate, hyperactivity or hallucinations. Players do not need to feel all of these symptoms but should be subject to at least two for the duration of his magic, but it is up to their discretion which symptoms they inherit as well as how severely they are affected by them. The target can leave the ring of flowers but will still feel the symptoms until the duration ends. He can use this magic three times and it lasts for 25 seconds.
Despite all the movement, all the fluctuation of energy and magic, Remarque liked to think he had a pretty good grasp of what was going on. He could keep his eye on nearly everyone from where he was, and he was able to cast his magic while still keeping a bit of distance from the wraith who--now--clearly was paying them attention.
Acubens looked bad, and first aid really wasn’t Remarque’s forte--but, thankfully, Lacerta was there to make sure she didn’t bleed out all over the floor.
...Not that there seemed to much of it that looked like it was going to last, but.
Avignon had fallen very near to Remarque, and when the ground shook beneath him, he grabbed a fistful of fabric on the back of the Dark Mirror’s uniform to keep him steady and close.
“You all right there?” he asked, but he couldn’t afford to give him more attention than the wraith. He didn’t look at the floor, he didn’t want to be reminded of what was--or wasn’t--beneath them.
“Just stay close. Try to stay on your feet. Hit that thing, if you can. Before it takes us all down.”
Which meant, he needed to do whatever he could to hold it in place for as long as he could. Thankfully, he still had a few more strings to pull.
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Senshi Magic: In the same way that the first attack consisted of strings fastening on the target, this attack does the same, however lasts for twenty seconds. The radius shrinks in size, preventing the target from moving further than four feet from where they stood when the strings attached. There would be a greater sense of discomfort and the strings would cling tighter, making movements choppier and more difficult for the target to control.
Someone suggested they attack the mirrors, though Tsukuyomi wasn't particularly certain she agreed, seeing as it didn't seem to be affecting the wraith at all. Some of them were attacking the wraith itself, though it seemed that physical attacks were the best strategy... not that Tsuyu was keen on making herself a big target by running up and hitting it. She had no problems with fighting it in general, but she also wanted to observe a little more, because she'd be rather displeased to waste her magic like that.
The floor was continuing to give out on them, and Asuka suggested they should stick close together, and to perhaps hold onto each other just in case. Tsuyu wasn't the biggest fan of being touched, but she offered an arm to the other woman all the same, not quite offering her hand, because she wasn't really interested in hand holding, but close enough. "Stay close, then," she said, in agreement.
Attempts to speak through the mirror were met with mixed success. If the voice on the other side could hear them, it was struggling to respond. Kiuchi was familiar--or seemed to be--so even without seeing him, the voice answered, “Break it, it’s not there to help you!”
Rana was unfamiliar; it answered her, “It’s not me. Not mine.”
Even Sadalsuud might have been able to make out the faraway, “It’s eating everything. The energy is everywhere. I can’t reach you.”
Frantic, broken. “I can’t reach you.”
An echo. Maybe a scream.
Maybe it wasn’t anything at all.
The onslaught of debris being hurled at the wraith left the marks of incredible damage; between Acubens, Logos, Tegmine, the wraith cracked so hard that its front right arm shattered and--oddly--the pieces didn’t just fall to the ground. They floated.
They were losing gravity.
Small rocks and debris were already drifting towards the ceiling.
Elsa’s magic gave him the strength he needed to claw into the wraith, to chip away at it. Its tail thrashed and tried to hit the Senshi, the ground. The floor shook.
The floor ruptured.
The wraith was held in place, trapped by Remarque’s strings. There was something feral in its eyes, something frantic. It wasn’t thinking clearly, it was just acting.
Whatever it had come here for, it was in vain; so many of the smaller mirrors were broken, it hadn’t gotten all of the energy it had come here for. Mithra had done a decent job, but Mirrorspace was unrewarding.
A crunching noise echoed throughout the room with a strange, hollow ringing noise; it was reminiscent of a large, metal bell. If the noise wasn’t dizzying, looking down was.
The ground splintered and began to break apart in every direction--up, down, all around.
There was an empty darkness beneath them, a mysteriously lit void. There was no obvious light source and yet everything was illuminated; it looked like there were galaxies swirling in the great distance, and a haze of black and purple and blue that separated them.
They were floating for a few seconds, and then falling.
Faster.
Faster.
They were plummeting towards the ground, an infinity away. The small mirrors had fallen with them, and broken shards of glass and metal and wall and ceiling where picking up speed with them.
The wraith, scratching and squealing, was flailing to find purchase on anything.
They were hurling past platforms, past glass shards.
Far away, still out of reach, but visible--their stranger in the shadows. It was moving, struggling to move from platform to platform. It was a spec in the distance, growing further away as they fell.
This wasn’t the Mirrorspace they knew, this was something within it.
It was cold, and it felt like they were falling through water. Like they were Mirrorwalking--only, there was no way out. Just them, the wraith, and everything they could hit on the way down.
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The ground has broken beneath the Dark Mirror Senshi and they are plummeting--to an infinite abyss below. Mirrorshards and debris are everywhere, and they're at risk for taking damage on the way down. It might be good to try and grab onto something--if you can.
The mysterious voice seems too far away to reach, and is growing further by the moment. The wraith is falling with everyone, but it seems to have the advantage of knowing where it is and how to move--even if it hasn't gotten its balance, yet.
There's something strange in the air, but you're still in Mirrorspace, and Mirrorspace always tries to give you what you want, so...
As you plummet below--maybe to your death--what do you want most?
Please make sure to include your answer in bold red somewhere in your post!
Dark Mirror Senshi of any rank can be drawn into a mirror and arrive in this room; if someone was already in Mirrorspace at the time of the battle, when they attempt to walk out of Mirrorspace they will arrive here. This roleplay will count as a battle, however is completely optional. It does not unlock any new features. The roleplay will be up for ~a week and a half, and there are no penalties for missing out on prompts. Prompts will be posted ~every 48 hours.
Once a character arrives here, they cannot leave until the end of the ORP; ICly this event will last for about an hour. Players will be able to join throughout the roleplay, only Dark Mirror Senshi can participate in this ORP, and if you haven’t posted with yours prior to this post you must handwave that they arrived prior to the wraith’s arrival!
If you have any questions, please PM the mule! If you are interacting with the environment, please quote the mule when you post!
Please include your character’s name and a link to their journal in bold font at the top of your post!
So he'd been a little... taken aback by the giant wraith that ripped through the floor. It wasn't a leviathan or kraken, at least, but the sheer size of it shocked him stiff. Some people were talking to some entity that may or may not be trapped inside a mirror, while others were throwing the floor at the monster.
Hydrus got his bearings, blackened hands coming up to collect magic between them and cast a leviathan at the wraith. The head of one materialized out of the ichor of his skin, snarling and mouth yawning open.
His hair began to lift as gravity shifted and he stretched out his hand.
"Deep Sea----!" The floor dropped out from beneath him, cracking with the tolling of an ancient bell. It vibrated in his chest even as he lifted from the broken floor below. The magic in his hand popped and sizzled out.
Hydrus fell.
Faster and faster and faster
Down and down and down
He had no time to scream, no breath to scream with as he fell through Mirrorspace like a stone from a bridge. He watched the mirrors above vanish into nothing, others trying to grab anything, everything.
It was so cold and so----
He watched the mouth of the well grow smaller and smaller from his hands. He slammed into the water below him, air shoved from his lungs. He sank like a stone, arms and legs flailing as though in molassus trying to right himself. Water flooded his vision, his throat, his lungs as he sank down, down down until the light faded from view amongst the roiling water above him.
Hydrus screamed, clawing at his throat, at his chest, at his mouth. He was drowning he was drowning he was going to die he was going to die he couldn't stop it he couldn't stop it he couldn't breath he couldn't breath he couldn't
breathe
I want to live I want to live I want to live please let me live please please pleasse please please! he screamed in his mind, clawing for anything to grab anything, to pull him out of the water, to keep him from drowning in that well again.
For such a big jagged thing, the wraith sure was wriggly. It was jerking this way and that as Sansuna brought her thundering fist down, but she did manage to hit it square on the shoulder. Fractures splintered outward as the lightning exploded against the crystalline beast, tracing cracks in a creeping spiral from the point of impact. Understandably, the wraith turned to shriek loudly in its aggressor's face. Man it had some nasty-looking teeth.
Kicking off and away, Sansuna nearly stuck the landing on the uneven floor. She stumbled to one knee, but a pleased grin was plastered to her face. Not so tough after all, was it? Maybe if she risked another bit of lightning...
As she pondered whether or not she could control another use of her magic, the senshi noticed others were joining in on the assault. Prince Butt Wings was holding it in place like the world's most horrifying puppet. One guy she'd never seen turned into an honest-to-God monster and began flailing at the wraith. Others were throwing dust, summoning flowers, throwing rocks, all sorts of things. The Dark Mirrors really were a diverse bunch, personally she was rooting for the monster guy.
To Sansuna's delight the attacks were visibly working, one of the rat's legs completely shattered under the relentless onslaught. Nothing like an alley oop. Crack the shoulder, break the leg. Teamwork, even if unintended. The redhead was about to leap back into the fray herself when there was a sickening, low sound. Sharp, the kind of rumble you feel in the core of your being.
The senshi snapped her head to the gaping hole where the wraith had made its entrance: deep trenches were racing outward in a deadly spiderweb along the remaining bits of floor. There was barely even a single moment to realize what was going to happen.
CRACK.
Everything was glittering shards, black void and screaming. It was hard to tell which way was which, floating as they were. Then gravity reminded them. Down was that way, and everything plummeted. Faster and faster they went, Sansuna realizing that the debris she'd spotted earlier looked much more solid and deadly as it was rushing past. Several struck her in the side and chest as she fell, cementing that assessment as the senshi was battered.
Even augmented as they were, a fall like this would kill senshi. The ground was still just a dot rushing toward them in the distance. But hadn't the mirror rat been moving around out here? How had it reached their reflective prison in the first place?
Thankfully said monster was squealing and writhing in freefall right along with the Dark Mirrors. Either it would instinctively save itself if it knew how, or it would save Sansuna whether it wanted to or not. She could always use it as a springboard just before impact with the ground. Good thing she was a bit of an adrenaline junkie and had done a few skydives!
Snapping her arms to her sides and holding herself straight as an arrow, Sansuna angled herself as best she could toward the wraith. Her increased aerodynamics caused her to gain even more speed, allowing her to pull next to her target and reach out for any handhold she could find on the sharp creature. It'd be worth a few cuts to survive.
She'd been briefed of course on the basics of Mirrorspace when she'd been inducted into the court, but the senshi didn't necessarily understand how the whole process of providing for the Dark Mirrors worked. Or maybe she wasn't big on relying on some sadistic metaphysical force being her salvation. She'd either manage to save herself or die trying.
The pure rush of impending death tore wild laughter from her chest, if this was how she went it was pretty epic as far as meeting your end went. One random thought did flit through Sansuna's racing mind, however: wouldn't having sweeping crystal wings of all those glittering shards be beautiful? Her being able to fly would solve a lot of problems.
The Space Cauldron
Trying to grab on to the wraith and having some random whimsy!
Morpheus didn't really know what he wanted besidesmore, he wanted more time, more chance to figure out who he was and what he wanted to do with his life. He was falling yet again it felt like his sphere was on display. All the surreality all around and yet here he was with everyone else may be falling to the end of the dark mirror court but he wasn't willing to accept this as his end. He had survived whatever cause the scar over his eye and he was determined to survive this even if every bone in his body broke. He spread his arms out and held his hand out in case anyone else falling wanted to grab his hand.
Acubens wasn’t certain where Lacerta had come from, but she was glad that she had appeared nonetheless. Her magic was as much a balm as her presence and her voice. The bleeding had, at least, stopped. Which meant that she wasn’t going to have to stop by the hospital before going home. She would still, however, have a wicked scar. She would be proud of it later, but for right now, all it did was fuel her anger. And she tried to channel that anger into the hunk of debris in her hand.
The floor gave out as soon as the debris left her hand.
At first, they hovered. Acubens looked around in search of… something… but when they fell she acted. Her arms shot out and grabbed Lacerta, drawing her to her body as tightly as possible. Manueveringher body, she tried to make it so that she would land first, whenever that happened, and hopefully cushion Lacerta at least a little bit.
Faintly, through her panic and not for the first time, Acubens wished that the Mirror would see fit to make her a princess like Leto and Remarque. Maybe then she would have the power to do more. To prevent more. To protect more of her court.
The floor gave way and Logos thought, for a moment, that everything would be alright. Things were even starting to float up… maybe they would be alright. Maybe they would rise, literally, above their struggles and be alright.
No such luck.
As she fell, however, she could see something approaching them. It hopped from platform to platform, and Logos knew, somehow, that it was whatever was talking through the mirror.
As she fell blindly through the void, Logos hoped that whatever it was that was talking through the mirrors had the power to help them. And that it would use that power for them and not against them.
It was working. Sort of. They weren’t doing anything to calm or slow the wraith, but they were, at least, winning. Lacerta had also made it over to Acubens and had done some good work healing his sister. Not for the first time, he was glad she had joined their family. Both powered and not. And, unfortunately, Tegmine didn’t know any better, and took a moment to celebrate. He punched a fist in the air and whooped, calling out the powered names he knew in triumph.
And then he was proven, tragically, wrong.
The floor gave out beneath him and he tumbled gracelessly through space, scrambling to find something to hold on to but finding nothing.
He shouldn’t have powered up. He should have called Nissa and asked her over for dinner and a movie at his house, and they could be curled up on the couch together, not in danger.
That was good. Rana wasn’t sure, honestly, what she would do if it turned out that the voice was the monster attacking them. She opened her mouth to ask for help when suddenly, the floor beneath her gave out. Quickly, she moved back towards her group, grabbing whomever she could with both hands. She glanced at Hitomi, Akusa, and Tsukuyomi with tearful eyes. And she had just made such beautiful and brave friends too.
As she began to fall, Rana wished her father were here. She wasn’t really certain what he could do, but at the very least he would hold her just like he did whenever she was frightened.
The sight of glowing bandages wrapping around Acubens wound sent a thrill of hope through Lacerta. Once again she was glad of the magic that her sphere provided. Being able to heal was a boon to her new family. She was about to move around the imprisoned wraith to return to where she had been. However the option of going back to Remarque's side was taken from her when the floor finally gave way below her feet. Although instead of falling right away it seemed as if gravity had been essentially cancelled out. Her feet dangled in midair before as she stared in disbelief around the room. There was no logical explanation for the loss of gravity, was there?
In moments though Lacerta felt the gravity reassert itself in the form of her falling all of a sudden. It was only the sudden sensation of being grabbed by Acubens that kept the senshi of bandages from flailing around. Acubens could be trusted ... was trusted. She glanced around at the space around them and felt the oddly familiar memory rising up from deep within her mind before she pushed it down. It would not do to panic. Feeling herself manoeuvred around so that she would be cushioned upon impact had her glancing backwards at Acubens.
Was this the end? Would her new family be taken away just as soon as she had joined their ranks?
Unbidden she pleaded for something to save everyone - including whomever it was that she could barely see in the distance. No one deserved to die. Not now - not ever. She needed her new family to survive.
Tantalus was glad to find that he wasn't as completely out of place as he'd feared he might be. At least Damocles and Persephone were there. It was good to see them both, and to know that Tantalus wouldn't be totally among strangers in this place. And there were a few faces he recognized, if only distantly.
He needed to get out more, he supposed.
But as was practically expected, Mirrorspace descended rapidly into chaos--a strange creature burst from the floor, they were all sent scattering in different directions, some tried to fight, some tried to take away its energy source--but the far bigger problem, it seemed, was the floor.
Crumbling out from underneath them.
As his last foothold gave way, Tantalus bit back a scream. He couldn't let himself die wailing the whole time--if they crashed to the bottom, if this was it, he wanted to go with an ounce of dignity intact.
But he did not, in truth, want to die--that was the last thing on his mind.
And he knew Mirrorspace. Mirrorspace provided. Mirrorspace protected. Mirrorspace wanted to see them preserved. And so he hoped that now, too, it would try to catch them.
And there was still so much to do. Most of the twins' parents were here tonight--no Leto, no Amytis, but the rest of them...and they simply could not leave Jack and Lena to grow up alone.
So, as Tantalus fell through the darkness, he prayed, in the only prayer he could reach for, for Mirrorspace to catch them. He prayed to be able to go home.
It seemed almost comically appropriate, to Persephone, to see that she was dragged into some kind of awful magic mirror battle. She'd never really been into Mirrorspace before; it was out fo reach to her as a basic, and so while Tantalus and Leto seemed to find it perfectly comforting, she didn't. Then again, it was another one of those infuriating puzzle pieces, wasn't it? Things she should know, things she should be good at, but she wasn't, because she'd lost all her memories twice over and now she was just about the worst, most pathetic Senshi there could possibly be.
A healer who could barely heal. Certainly, she wasn't giving her team any aid or comfort like this. And there was nothing for her to do, nothing for her to fix, here--just someone in the distance, calling for help in a way that wrenched at her soul, and the knowledge that they were very, very screwed.
The floor gave way, and Persephone fell, and Persephone floated.
This was, she thought, complete and utter bullshit. It wasn't fair--she wanted to be at home, with her kids, reading them a bedtime story or watching a Disney movie until they passed out. She wanted to be Mom, not Sailor Persephone--and her kids deserved to have that.
Maybe, she supposed, her kids deserved their mom, and her Court deserved her doing her best to be a better Senshi. Maybe that was what she could do, if they got out of here.
But that was a distant second thought. It was hard for Persephone to really care about what she would do, magicwise, if she made it, when the much more pressing question of "what would Jack and Lena do without her" existed. What would Leto tell their son and daughter? What would they grow up knowing about her, about Tantalus, about Damocles, about any of them?
About the war, and how it could rip their lives apart?
The thought galvanized her.
She would not be lost here.
As she fell down, with little control over her trajectory, shards of glass making hairline cuts on her arms and legs and sides, she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, what she wanted more than anything in the entire world.
Sailor Persephone wanted to hug her twins again, to kiss them goodnight, to make sure they were alright.And to do that, she knew she had to survive.
The wendigo-Elsa howled in triumph, continuing to claw and tear at the monster in front of him, for as long as he could until the floor gave way under his feet.
The monster did not understand that it was falling, it merely understood that its prey had slipped away, and he howled again, this time in rage, as he continued to plummet further and further down. But the fall was long, seemingly endless, and it was long enough for the magic to end and Elsa to come back to his senses, and his heart dropped as his body did.
No. No, this couldn't be it, this couldn't be how it ended.
In that moment, as the realization hit him, more than anything, Elsa wanted his sister. He wanted Chione's laugh, her teasing, her hugs--anything to remind himself that in all this dark, in all this awfulness, he wasn't alone. Not that he wanted to see her in danger, but he wanted to see her.
There was only one person Sappho was looking fir in that crowd. Where, she wondered, was Kibirev--she knew that Tantalus was here, and he would be fine, he didn't need her to wander over and bat at him and ask a million questions. But her girlfriend...Sappho wanted to make sure she was okay, if she'd been caught up in all this.
Sure, Kibirev was an Eternal and Sappho was just a basic-stage ordinary Senshi, but she could still worry about someone she loved.
It was sort of a relief, when things started going sideways, that she didn't see Kibi here. At least she was probably safe, wherever she was, and not caught in whatever was going on as Mirrorspace came apart at the seams. Sappho had tried to figure out the best way to fight, really she had, but she was clumsy and unprepared and confused, and her magic probably wouldn't work on a big nasty wraith, and if it did--all it was was a de-aggro, which meant that aggro would have shifted to someone else, and...
And there was nothing she could do.
Nothing she could even begin to think of, to start to attempt, especially when the floor gave way beneath them. Other people were brave, and strong, and fought. Sappho was neither brave nor strong, and she was very much not inclined to fight.
So she fell.
And she was, more than anything, glad that Kibirev wasn't here. Even if that made her feel sad, and lonely, and a little list.
She wanted to see Kibirev again, to make sure that she was safe. Not here, not with them, not falling, but she wanted to go home and call her and hug her, and plant a thousand kisses on her adorable face, and tell her how much she loved her and how scary it was to think that she would never see her again.
Because if this was really the end, if they fell forever into darkness, that would mean she would never get to. And the thought made her miserable. No more late-night texts, no more cute star charms, no more laughing and talking, no more sweet kisses under magical meteor showers.
All of that, lost forever.
Sappho didn't want this to be the end. But she was scared--so scared--that it was, and there was nothing she could do about it.
It felt like practically every other time she powered up as Ariadne, something or other went to s**t. There had been that awful battle, and now this--now they were trapped in a life-or-death fight with an awful, monstrous mirror-wraith, in the place that, as far as she understood, was supposed to be their safe haven. somewhere they could go and not be afraid. Somewhere they could be away from the rest of the war.
Clearly that had been a lie. Or at least it had been blind optimism. Ariadne wasn't sure which was worse.
Amytis spoke so little of Mirrorspace--it was something she never seemed all that inclined to tell stories of, and Ariadne had never been able to get a solid pin on why that was. But maybe this was her answer. Maybe this monster, this fear, this danger was why Amytis was so reluctant to speak of it.
Maybe she, too, had seen what Mirrorspace could be.
Ariadne hoped not, but there was no way to know. Not unless she got out of here and asked, which she resolved to do.
But truth be told, when the floor gave way, that wasn't what she was thinking of. Sure, she spared a thought for her sister, but Ava was safe, at home.
She thought, instead, of a cute boy with curly red-brown hair and freckles and a smile that made her heart skip. Of a dozen missed opportunities to do something about the way her heart did little backflips in her chest when she thought about him. Of how she'd had crushes before, sure, on all kinds of people, but how none of them had ever felt quite so...heart-racing.
It was stupid, maybe. A little selfish. Childish, even. But Ariadne knew what she wanted, more than anything.
She wanted to have the chance to kiss Misha. She sohuld have taken it before, should have just gone for it--but she hadn't. She'd been too nervous, too wound up in the possibility of getting rejected or something stupid like that, and now she might never get to.
That was an unacceptable, miserable, depressing prospect. And as she plummeted into the darkness, with no certainty as to what might happen and not enough knowledge of Mirrorspace to even begin to guess, Ariadne knew that if she made it out of here, she was going to text him, and the next time they saw each other, she was going to kiss him so hard they both forgot how to breathe.
The floor shattered, and Asuka screamed. She flailed to reach for Rana, or Hitomi, or Tsukuyomi, to grab onto any of her new friends as they began to plummet into deep, unknowable darkness.
She might have caught something, she wasn't entirely sure, but she hoped she had, because she knew, deep down, that they needed to stick together.
And more, she knew, deep down, that she had failed. As a Senshi, in so many ways. She almost never powered up. She avoided it, dodged it, tried not to draw attention to herself. Because she didn't want to discover that she was as inadequate at this as she had bene at so many other things.
Asuka squeezed her eyes shut, and whimpered.
She wanted, more than anything, to have a second chance to be a better Senshi. And if everything ended here, that wasn't a chance she was going to get. And that thought terrified her.
Sadalsuud jerked, startled at the sound of the words, her green eyes widening–
And then found herself stumbling as the ground shifted, gloved arms flailing as she stumbled some more before barely managing to keep her balance."
...energy...everywhere...can't...
Sadalsuud could barely catch the words, the voice sounding faint and so very far away. The senshi with the pink on pink streaked hair with the pretty flower magic(Arnica)had stayed close though, maybe he hard heard the words too.
Sadalsuud started to turn, towards him, "Did you..."
I can’t reach you.
She jerked back again at the sound, the question dying unspoken, at the echo of the words, green eyes glancing round to take in the three senshi closest to her(Tegmine, Loke and Arnica)because surely she hadn't been the only one to hear that - to hear the desperation in the voice.
A crunching noise echoed around the room coming from the direction of the wraith, Sadalsuud half turning–
And then she screamed as floor finally gave way from beneath her, her gloved hands reaching out almost futilely as she was sent tumbling down - her nightmare turned real.
As what happened before played out again–
Only it wasn't quite like before, because this time there wouldn't be a Queen Altea there to save them as she had back then.
Just empty darkness.
A void.
Thoughts crowded into her mind, regretful thoughts.
Regret that her parents would never see her again.
Regret that she would never complete her studies or become a teacher.
Regret that she had never been able to find Sinope or tell him that somehow she had managed to become a super senshi.
Regret that she wasn't stronger - that her magic as Sadalsuud was so useless and she found herself wishing that things had been different - found herself wishing against hope that it wasn't really the end and this wasn't where it stopped for them -wished that all of them - including the strange voice - would be safe and would somehow make it out.
Quetzalcoatl was so confused when the wraith attacked she wasn't sure what she should do she was about to try unleashing her magic for the first time but it seemed the other older and more experienced senshi including Remarque had the situation in hand so instead she stood back and observed and tried to learn. She was concerned was this sort of thing common, wraiths turning on them, weren't they suppose to be building a safe place in mirror space. How safe was it really if their own wraiths could turn on them. She hoped this was a freak occurrence. Still at least based on this fight she could count on the strength of her court to see them through. She hoped one day she could be as powerful as some of them.
Others tried to speak to the mirror and they received response, which Quetzalcoatl couldn't lie was a little creepy. There was a scream and debris that seemed to defy the laws of gravity and then the room shook. Quetzalcoatl looked around for something to grab onto to steady herself. However the proved fruitless as the ground ruptured and broke apart from underneath her feet. She let out a shocked scream as she fell into the darkness. This was definitely not the safe world she had been promised. Whatever was going on was definitely terrifying. She was big and strong but her size meant little in the face of a plummet into the abyss.
It was cold like she was swimming through an ice filled pool and there was shattered glass and debris all around her. Quertzalcoalt closed her eyes she. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to go through that mirror with Remarque. Maybe she should have run away from it as fast as she could. She couldn't die here. She couldn't leave her family with no explanation. She just wanted to see them at least one more time. With that thought she began reaching out desperately for anything or anyone to grab onto.
The floor finally gave out, and then they were all falling, to where, Tsukuyomi figured it likely didn't matter, but most likely it involved their untimely demise. Wow, how unfortunate, and yet also kinda cringe, that she was probably going to fall to her death on her birthday, and before she was even old enough to (legally) drink, at that. Everyone was trying to reach out to grab onto something, or onto one another, as they fell deeper into the void, and Tsuyu reached out for Rana, Hitomi or Asuka, if only for the sake of grabbing onto something, or because they were all trying to reach out for their group as well. Who knew what the real reason was? It didn't really matter, to be honest.
A stray glass shard cut her on the cheek as she fell; she hoped it was the last. Tsukuyomi wasn't particularly afraid of her potential demise- she was more annoyed than anything that she was going to go out this way. While she'd never cared too much about the whereabouts of her parents after they had abandoned her, it wouldn't be right for them to outlive her, before she'd had her chance to see that karma had come their way, and she'd gotten vengeance for what they did to her. So, while it wasn't exactly a wish of sorts, Tsukuyomi rather hoped that whatever the strange force that controlled this place was would provide them with a soft landing, so she didn't break her neck.
So it was the same person! He was certain of it! He wanted to say more, to shout at them, but they had told them to destroy it - to destroy the wraith. But how to break it and how did the person know it wasn't there to help them? Was it what kept them locked up? He would have asked more, spoken more, but soon the crumbling floor gave way under their feet, just as the wraith was dealt a final blow of sorts.
Floating was a very strange feeling...and he knew it would end and soon they'd be falling.
Falling to what though?
As gravity let them go he found himself trying not to shout, not to yell for his sister, and failing as he yelled out for her. "Sister!" Calling for her, hoping she would see his smile. He wished he could comfort her as they plumeted towards who knows what. He could see, as he looked around, in the distance a figure. "Hey!" Calling out, shouting into the voice of shards and darkness, he pointed in the hopes of getting others to see. "Acubens! You ok?" He knew she'd been struck by the wraith and he needed to know she was ok. Who knew what they'd have to deal with next...what they might need to do to survive.
He just wished mirrorspace would bless them with something...power...anything. That it would for once show them a little love and acceptance.
