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[ ROUND 2 - 30 HP / 40 HP ]



Before he knew it, Jabber had stumbled into another mirror. He really hoped that this one wouldn't be--

The mirror filled with a fog. From within the fog, Jabber could see, sense, someone. There was a dim shadow, an outline of a figure from within the rolling mists. His heart pounded. No. No. This was impossible. Can't be true. Nope.

He could feel her hand reach down and pinch one of his cheeks, just the way she did when he was five and had declared himself king of all mud pies, and said,"Ryou, Ryou, what in the world are you doing?" There was the same laughter in her voice.

Jabber touched the mirror. It shattered from beneath his fingers. He stood stock still as he saw from behind the mirror frame another player he had hurt, though inadvertently. He was starting to shake, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't deal with this. He really didn't want to do with all of this. Let the queen be someone else's problem. Please. Please. He wanted to get out of here but there was a strange heaviness in his movements and he wanted to close his eyes and just scream and collapse and wait for everything to wash away. But no, that couldn't happen, he didn't have such a luxury. He gathered himself a bit and apologized in a choked sort of voice,"I'm--i'm sorry. You alright?" He deliberately looked at the cracked frame as he tried to swallow all his anxiety.

DAMAGE: 10 / TOTAL DAMAGE: 10 / TURN - 1/3

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DAMAGE: 10 / TOTAL DAMAGE: 30 / TURN - 3/3

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[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ] (POST THE CORRECT HP)

"You have to let me out of here, you can't just keep me prisoner like this." Chris was probably pleading, but it just came out sounding angry and fed up. He was in a tiny cage bloodied and bruised, and he couldn't properly stretch his legs let alone stand up. The whole room was dark, but he could see Ava sitting on a low table, stuck in tablet form. She wasn't even glowing like she did that first day he'd met her.

"Can't we?" asked a cloaked figure, one of three in the room. The others were preoccupied with something on the table near Ava. The figure stepped forward, and Chris strained his eyes to see what was under the hood, but it was all darkness. "You take our people - our students, children - and you make them into weapons against us. Tell me again how we can't keep you prisoner. And then, most importantly even, tell us how to turn this one back," the figure hissed, motioning to Ava.

"I don't know how to turn her back. I don't specialize in weaponization. She was just given to me when I joined. I don't even know that you can turn her back."

The figure hummed. "Is that so? Well, I supposed you have no information to negotiate your freedom with, then. Enjoy your stay." It waved a hand and turned it's back, and though Chris yelled and screamed, they paid him no mind.

The queen flicked across the mirror once more, and Chris shouted in rage as he spun his chakrams forward. The mirror shattered, and his weapon hit a boy behind instead.

Chris paled as he froze and stared at the boy. That was the second time her taunting had gotten the better of him.

[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO HULKWICH: HP 20 / 40 HP ]

SCIENCE found another mirror in front of her. Thinking it was another one of the mirrors aimed at her, she watched the events inside unfold with curiosity. However, there was no one in there that looked like her. Instead, the scene stayed with a boil in a white coat and a weapon. One who looked quite familiar. Wasn't that HULKWICH?

Canon assumed the mirror was showing him as some kind of Reaper in a military group. He looked strong, so she didn't understand why the others wouldn't let him fight with them. She definitely didn't understand why he chose to obey the order. Especially when they failed to return from the house they stormed into.

He just... sat there.

And then HULKWICH broke through the mirror, slicing SCIENCE in the process! Having experienced that happening to her once already, she didn't retaliate. The look in his eyes said that it wasn't her HULKWICH had been trying to attack.

"You didn't like that." For once, it wasn't a question. SCIENCE hopped back to her feet, wincing at the pain, and inspected the wound. Good thing she was a puppet!

"But I wouldn't worry too much about it!" she continued, brightly. "Since you attacked, I don't think you're really the type to hang back when your comrades are in trouble. The mirrors are lying. One showed me as a Horseman, and I'd say the probability of me growing wings anytime soon is slim!"


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[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

It was hazy at first, only blurs of color, but when the world became clearer he was most definitely not on deus. The light that filtered through the windows (those weren't his windows) was dim at best, but at least lit up the room enough to show that it was drab. Not in a clinical, militaristic kind of way like on deus, but in a gothic old-worldy way. It was creepy.

He pushed himself up with his hands and only noticed that he was laying in a bed when his claws tore through the fabric of black sheets.

"Claws?!" he screamed, scrambling out of the bed so quick he got tangled in the blanket and fell on his face. He untwisted himself in jerky panicked movements and ran around the room until he found the door to a bathroom.

He screamed again.

His skin was red and dry looking, but that was probably the least concerning of his issues. He was huge and bulky, made out of more muscle than bone, probably, and out of the tip of each meaty finger curved thick black claws. He could hardly look himself in the face, but when he did it was to find that he had two tusks protruding from his lower jaw so dramatically that he couldn't close his mouth right.

He was a monster. He growled and surprised himself with how beastly it sounded. He couldn't take this. This could not be happening. He turned away from the mirror and ran out of the bathroom, looking for an escape. He had no idea where any of the doors would lead. Into more rooms like this? Into more monsters? He couldn't risk it. He went to the window, and whimpered at how high up he was. There was no way he was going to make that jump, even with tougher skin.

There were two neat raps on his door, and then it swung open. Chris cried out as a demon girl stepped into the room. She had massive black horns that curved up and over her head, and swinging between them were delicate gold chains. Otherwise, she might have looked normal, except when she moved her long skirt revealed dark tattoos going up her legs.

"Oh good you're up. We gotta get going."

"W-what? Who are you?" Chris pressed himself against the window, but there was no escape.

"Haha, funny," she rolled her eyes and walked briskly towards him, grabbing him around the wrist. Her small hand hardly wrapped halfway around him. "Come on, if we're late for Health again Miss Cricket will have my horns."

With surprising strength, she dragged him out of the room, and all Chris could think about was escape strategies.



With a racing heart and panicked movements TotallyAllan struck out a third time when the queen appeared in the mirror. Like the times before, it shattered to reveal someone behind it, and his chakrams hit the girl instead.

He let out a breathy "sorry," and tilted his head down, avoiding looking into any more mirrors.

He was uncertain when he glanced into Dreadpirate’s face, the offered hand… it might have been a trap, it could have been a trick, it could have been anything. Hunter… the word should have had more meaning than it did, where had he heard it before? Children’s stories, funny how they both spoke about things that waited under beds, or in his cause, nests.

It took him this long to realize where he’d heard the term before, but it wasn’t a threat his family ever used.

He let the “hunter’ pull him to his feet, shaky though he was when he heard the plea from Joy. “Don’t say that…” He pleaded. “Maybe he’s right… if it’s just a dream… if it’s just a dream at least you know he likes you…and you like him too don’t you. You’re not the dead weight here… you’re… just a little stiff.” He said trying to sound hopeful. After all…they had living statues at the school…right?

He saw the mirror out of the corner of his eye and his stomach sank, though what he saw there was far more… hopeful than it should have been.


[ ROUND 2 - 1 HP / 40 HP ]

It was an impossible dream, one shared by many of his kind, though they knew very well that they could never hope to bring back the former glories of the people whom had worshiped them once. He saw it all the same, the pyramid, ornamented with gold leaf, precious stones and bright paints. It was covered in bright reds, blues and greens, warm yellows and vivid orange pigments. Even in the late evening under the light of the moon alone it was somehow bright. The gardens were wild with life… verdant and hanging with vines and flowers that had long ago been lost, their sweet perfume heavy and intoxicating.
There was life in that city, varied, and he was not longer sure if he dreamed of a city of monsters half forgotten or if it was mixed now – because he’d met a human, perhaps two, but it was filled with motion and a deep evening celebration.
The sound of drums, and horns and the lights of fires as they danced below, calling out songs and prayers to the evening sky.

He himself was coiled there at the top of one of the pyramids, his family coiled on each ‘step’ below him, lazy and full… more selfishly in that vivid dream, he was larger than any of those whom he’d been raised with, even the largest of them couldn’t match the grand wingspan he wished to sport one day.

It was too perfect… too perfect by half.


He lashed out, and destroyed the mirror.
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His weapon crashed through the glass, and carried through to a too familiar face. “Ah… I’m so sorry!” He managed to stammer out before his avatars legs gave way once more.

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

Leaving the ghoul he had struck to recover on her own, Punchy turned away, lowering his shears slightly as he was drawn in by another mirror.

For a brief moment one evening when he'd had nothing else to think about, the boil had wondered how realistic it would be to get as far away from Amityville post-graduation as possible. The only things he'd thought he would miss had been the friends he'd made, and they all had legs the last he'd checked. They could just come to him.

He had been surprised to find himself returning to the school as often as he did, going on class trips and getting sucked into nightmare worlds like he had never left, but the real shocker was when he began regularly throwing down seeds to rent an office on campus. When he began teaching.

He started off small with classes on FEAR technique and effectively taking punches, but he quickly moved on to leading field trips and expeditions, gleaning an unexpected pleasure from schooling kids on how not to die.

Professor Warrick. It had a nice—

"Bullshit," Punchy muttered, clocking the mirror with a jab of his elbow. He narrowed his eyes at the ghoul he struck on the other side, sneering, "If y'didn't wanna get hit, y'shouldn'ta been standin' there," as he raised his shears a fraction.