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[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO NomAllTheThings / Drgn / ATTEMPTEDMURDER HP: 10/ 40 ]


Had he made her cry? She looked as though she were close to tears, which Xavier didn't understand. Why was she looking so sad when he was clearly just stating the truth? Over the course of their meetings he'd slowly learned to relax around Helmut, but he'd never been under the impression that she was as attached to him as she was to other people. He was just not that sort of person.

He was Xavier Hollow, doomed to spend eternity alone. It was an act, that was all it was. An act, meant to spare his feelings. She didn't really care about him, not in the way that he secretly wanted her to - wanted everyone too.

An aching loneliness ate at him from the inside out.

Xavier's cheeks were red and his eyes were bright. Helmut's fingers were curled into his sleeve, but he couldn't look at them, or at her, or at Drgn, or at anyone. Instead, he stared resolutely at the ground and the shards of glass littered around his feet and wished he could have shattered like them. He felt as though he were breaking apart already as it was.

"I don't have any friends," he said miserably. "I don't know how to have friends."

[round 1 roll 3]

[ ROUND 2 - 30 / 40 HP ]

"What the hell is WRONG with you?" Octo was screaming at him. Her weapons were drawn and the look of pure rage that clouded her gorgeous blue eyes told HH that things were not going to end nicely. Carefully, slowly, the gryphon drew his sword and waited for the Doormouse Doctor to make a move. He didn't know how to react to this. It had been a simple statement but... but Octo.

-- The vision blurred here --

Takeshi was on his back, confused and numb. Octo was over him, crying. The numbness was growing and growing and growing until... Until.

"I'm sorry," She whispered.

Gasping, HH ripped his eyes from the mirror and broke it roughly. An angry howl ripped out of his throat as he continued to smash the mirror and whack who was ever behind it on accident.

SOMEONE WILL GET SMACKED GOMEN

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CARD I ROLLED ON ROUND 2 HERE

MY STATS

My character's username: HUNGRYhowl
My character's level: 25
Character's HP: 40
Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon
Current party:
Current Guild:
Location: THE END
Small IC description of character: With a mop of unruly black hair, howl looks a bit on the untamed wild side. He has sharp teeth, two fuzzy black ears, a black tail, and wears a red version of the gryphon class outfit. Awoo!

Character journal: here

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

Anger and rage had never been something VoiceofNature was really in tune with . The lighthearted ghoul was always so composed and collected, finding using such an excessive amount of energy pointless, and... unappealing in the slightest. Things could always be handled better anyway without it! but in the vision she saw before the mirror, her easygoing smile lowered. It was of her... father...? yelling, shouting like she'd never heard before, so loud, so angry... his arm raised high before lowering down heavily upon her. It was horrifying to watch, that VoiceofNature had to turn her head away. When the sounds faded away, and the queens face appeared, mocking her, with that sickening expression, the caterpillar gave a cry, "Please stop!" and thrust her hand forward to strike at the mirror, shattering it to reveal....

Staring at what was now in its place, her eyes grew wide at the sight of a random person, dressed in the same sort of garb as she. what was the meaning of this...?

[ ROUND 2 - 40 HP / 40 HP ]

An image swirled into view, again of herself in a situation she'd not yet experienced. She was witnessing a person on the street making off with something clutched tightly against their chest, hastily, breath haggered as they scrambled to dart into an alley way. But she curiously followed, peering around the corner to see just what was going on. A man was huddled down before a few mini's, placing tiny portions of ripped up food for them to eat, the tiny creatures showing their thanks to them. The small group, man included, looked worse for the wear...

Suddenly, he'd turned to look to VoiceofNature, fear in his eyes, but a defensive stance taken in front of the mini's. The food must have been stolen... but she could not take that away from them... not in their condition. Like before, the vision disappeared, and a long arm of the queen's appeared in view, making VoiceofNature attack from being startled, gasping and gazing with apology at who was on the other side. why...?

[ ROUND 2 REPLY TO Waffleberry: 0 HP / 40 HP ]

Another mirror appeared, and with a sad look, usagi peered into it, hoping she would finally see a happy image. But instead, it was just the same. Another girl being left behind again. Why was the queen showing them such sad things? Did this mean... they really would end up alone? She couldn't bring herself to think that people would so willingly abandon others. It... just wasn't right! Wasn't everyone friends?

She barely heard the mirror shattered nor the blade that pierced her. It barely hurt. Everything felt numb. She... didn't want this anymore... this dream...

A girl's voice, and she looked up at the assailant with a sad look, hearing her pocket guide mention her hit points were now zero. Game over. This dream would soon be over, right?

A tear slid down her cheek, and she gave a Waffleberry a quiet laugh.
"Thank you... for waking me up from this dream."
And then she vanished.

[ blanc_usagi has disconnected ]

[ ROUND 2 - 40 / 40 HP ]

Rp Only

She'd come out of nowhere. Tiny, a ball of pink and white and red eyes. Eyes that were narrowed. Eyes that were rimmed with red. She'd found him outside his home, lost in the corridors of his mind, body moving on its own accord. Down paths he knew well enough, routes ingrained in his mind. His golden eyes had barely been open and recognized nothing as he'd walked. He suspected that was half of what had caught him so off guard. One moment, there was nothing but the transition period between work and home. The next? Small hands shoving against his chest, a voice buzzing in his ear. He blinked, clearing the distant gaze as he peered down at her. "Surprised me there, lass. Sorry, lost in my head. Did you want tae come in? Know it's been a spell since we've been able tae--"

"Yes, yes it has been a while!"

Her brittle tone had his teeth clicking together as his mouth shut, brow furrowing. This... was new. At least in so far as he could recall. When had she raised her voice around him? Ever? "I'd meant tae call you.... dinae you get the gifts I'd sent?" He knew he'd been gone. Longer than he felt comfortable with. He'd merely been stressed, rushing around to try and improve his station. Improve himself. For her--if she'd believe such a thing. He'd never tried to tell her. He wondered briefly if this was part of the folly of the moment.

Her pale locks tossed around her face as she shook her head, glaring at him with no less ounce of venom. "I got them. They're a pathetic excuse for me not seeing you. Objects aren't you!" She shoved at his chest again. Akin to moving a boulder for her, but it was in combination with the tone of her voice that made him take the half step back. Enough leverage for her to keep shoving, keep pushing. Keep seething. "You never call me. I never see you. I barely get an ounce of your time, and what do I get for it? Flowers. Spookies. Chocolate. Not even one jacking text, Neithan?"

"Lass, enough." He'd tried to set his hands on her shoulder, try and steer her inside maybe so they could speak. She shook off his hands, recoiling as if he'd burned her. His throat clenched. "Lass--"

"I'm sick of your excuses." Her anger raged, lashed. Burned him. "I'm sick of all your excuses."

. . . . . Burn had a particular hard time dragging himself out of that mirror. He did. Somehow. Breath ragged, eyes scrunched close against the hate he'd seen in her eyes. Blasted mirrors. Blasted Queen. Was that really supposed to gain his loyalty? Such a future. . ?

[ ROUND 2 - 30 HP / 40 HP ]

Mirrors.

Mirrors everywhere.

The flicker of half seen images and the sounds of people shattering glass was nearly too much to handle. JK assumed that the mirrors were some form of final attack from the Queen, so he was doing his best to avoid all of them.

Unfortunately for him, one decided to form right in front of him. It immediately broadcast a scene at him, forestalling any further escape attempts.

JK saw himself, only older, and wearing a mask. He was standing before an array of sorcerous paraphernalia, in what looked like an office. JK didn't recognize this as any place in his home, he didn't know where this was taking place.

In the mirror, the masked Johan was interrupted by a knock at his door. The mask turned toward a clock on the wall, and seemed surprised at the time. He went to the door and ushered a Harpy into the office, inviting her to sit.

Taking the official looking chair behind the desk, Johan leaned forward and addressed the nervous looking Harpy.

"I am pleased you could make it. Now, you needn't fear speaking of your affliction, I've warded this room well against eavesdropping."

JK glanced up at the mirror frame, and back to the scene. Ironic.

"From what you told me earlier, I would say that you are under a hex, but I would like to hear more about the symptoms, and whatever you can recall of the events leading up to being hexed. With more information, I should be able to narrow down a way to nullify it."

While the Harpy still looked apprehensive, she began to talk. Her words faded quickly as the scene in the mirror was replaced with a mocking face. Annoyed, JK swiped at it with his claws, only to find they went right through the mirror, and into a Player on the opposite side!

"Ah! Sorry! Sorry!" he babbled, stunned. The mirror had tricked him!