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Shikora Mjoli

Shikora was spreading lipstick on her lips, popping them together to make sure the coating was even. She looked up, to the mirror, smiling in satisfication at the application before noticing something looked rather strange in her reflection.

She tapped the mirror.

Alarmed, she tried to quickly yank herself away from it, but it was too late. She soon found herself tumbling through black pitch, unable to find anything to grab onto but herself and her lipstick, which she clutched tightly like it was her lifeline. She nearly lost grip of it when the smoke entered her lungs, coughing and wheezing, but she kept her grip.

When the smoke started to clear a bit, she realized there was a path near her.

Her landing wasn't easy, skidding forward just a bit on her feet and nearly tumbling over herself as she finally came to a stop. She pinwheeled her arms for a moment as she tried to keep steady, and thankfully, didn't end up falling over the very close edge.

She quickly straightened out and stayed away from that.

Breathing ragged, Shikora ran her hand through her hair and rapidly looked around for a way to get out of there, wherever there was. It looked like this path was leading somewhere. She was going to go that way.

Shikora: 6



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Zachariah Faulkner

As if being stuck in a grey, featureless room wasn't bad enough, the ground cracked. It shifted. It shattered, and he fell through the floor, into a void.

Was this what death was?

Zachariah had not thought he was dying, but there was nothing else he could reason this possibly was. It was not making sense. Nothing was making any sense--

The acrid smoke felt like the smoke wafting from the gates of hell, burning up his lungs until, suddenly, he fell flat on his face.

When he looked up, dazed for a moment from the impact, blood was dripping from his forehead. He blinked, lifting a hand and wiping it away from you eyes. He presumed he was still alive, because there appeared to be an out. He had to get to it.

He got to his feet, stumbling.

Zachariah: 1

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Sailor Encke

Encke had the surprisingly nonchalant thought of well, this sucks as he found himself unexpectedly sucked into a mirror that he took a moment to look at. He wasn't sure why there was a mirror just sitting underneath some brush, but maybe in this area, he should have known better than to actually take a look at it.

Now he was falling through a void.

He assumed there had to be a bottom, somewhere, and was surprisingly not really panicked until he hit the smoke. Encke hated the sensation of not being able to breathe, body recoiling instinctively as he attempted to expel it from his lungs.

What the--

When he realized there was a ground near his feet, Encke quickly used his parkour agility to orient himself correctly and find his footing, coming to a rather smooth landing. He needed to get away from that smoke, then...

He headed down the path as quickly as he could.

Encke: 8

Delilah

Someone get her off this screwed up Disney ride.

One moment she was debating what the heck was going on, and now she was wishing she had never asked! The floor split and Delilah let out a scream that seemed echoed all around her.

By the time she found out why, she was pulling herself off the cold ground at looking for the person calling her name.

"Mathias!" Delilah called out, feeling herself being squished tighter and tighter. People from all groups...Senshi, Knights, Agents...CIVILANS....It scared the heck out of her.

What was going on?

"Mathias over here!" Delilah called out, trying to work her way towards her cousin. If anything went wrong, she wanted him around. At least if worst case, the two of them could work together.


5 - 1 = 4

Corrupt Sailor Citrine

There were several things that she had planned for her day. First she'd round up some energy to stay atop her quota and continue to outshine the rest of the gaggle of recruits under her general's wing. (It didn't matter if she was actually the best, she thought she was and that was all that mattered.) Then she was going to hit up one of her boys for some playtime.

Or maybe she'd hit a club and see if she could draw another into her little fanclub.

None of the above happened because she'd been trapped in a room after falling through a mirror and now - now she surrounded by a ******** of people and none of them were someone she recognized. Hrmph. Whatever, she didn't need anyone but herself anyway and it was probably a good thing she didn't see her boys, she'd have to worry about them and that probably would have sucked.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Citrine took off.

Citrine: 9

Adamantine // Corrupt Senshi of Stardust

The help from having both Stella and Epidote's arms around her was relieving and disappointing at the same time. Laby would never expect her to have handouts, and while she was part of his pack...(was she even part of it anymore? Her general had attacked her....), She had never truly experienced the camaraderie from the other members. Unless you counted Dia's help.

One hand dug a little bit into Epidote's shoulder, while the other firmly grasped Stella's and the Senshi moved with them towards the exit.

"I've never seen so many gathered in one place." She whispered, eyeing the order characters among their rag tag escape crew. She could even seen civilians being guided by cats of all types. Her eyes narrowed on a few before studying the two captains with her. Since Stella was the leader, she would follow the woman's orders as directed.

"Once..." She winced even as they hurried along. If she couldn't numb the pain in her mind, she was going to be in a world of hurt later when everyone realized that they were on different sides.

Total: 1

Zachary Esther

This is what he got for trying to look presentable at work.

Zachary had just been doing his thing, minding his business, without a care in the world as he stood in front of his floor length mirror. Hair slicked back, shirt pressed, pants fresh, looking good, ready for his next shift and feeling ready to pour some drinks. "It's gonna be a good night, I'm feeling it," he told to himself, adjusting his glasses on the rim of his nose and running his hands across the sides of his hair, pulling any stray curl into submission by hair gel. He reached for his morning coffee (what he affectionately referred to his energy drinks) and went to down the last half of it when missed, dribbling the lime green concoction all over his pressed shirt.

This was rookie mistake one.

"s**t," he hissed, tossing the can to the clutter of his studio floor as his hands went to work untying his tie and opening the line of buttons on his chest. He fumbled through the room looking for a clean (if not freshly pressed) shirt, and when he found something vaguely lacking a smell he began to shimmy into it, skipping the time to unbutton and slide it back on.
While he struggled, he blindly stumbled throughout the room, unable to notice the way his mirror took on a more shimmery, liquid appearance.

Rookie mistake two.

As he flailed about, getting his arms into the sleeves he stepped backwards and caught his heel on the threshold of this new mirror portal that had taken residence in his bedroom. He shouted something impolite, muffled and blinded by the shirt on his head, and fell, well past the floor of his apartment or what he estimated a flight of stairs to be. Just when he thought he might be getting his bearings, the air changed, and he heard murmurs and shouts from below. It gave him just enough time to pop his head up through the shirt and see the ground rushing up for him, where he landed with all the dexterity and grace of a bowling ball.

Rookie mistake three.

"You've got to be shitting me..." Zachary groaned, rolling around to his stomach so he could pull himself to his feet. Under his hands, the floor began to splinter apart like a spider's web, and suddenly he became more concerned that he should have tried for a softer landing. He tried to will his feet to move, to stand, but it was a slow, sluggish haul, like he was learning to move for the first time.

Arthur Quinton aka Quinn

He had promised! He had sworn he would protect her! No matter how much Quinn struggled to reach Rae he couldn’t do it. The sandy haired knight cursed his luck as he continued to try to shift his falling trajectory just a bit closer to her. If only he hadn’t lost his grip on her hand when the floor of their little prison shattered, dropping them into this voidless freefall. Hell if he wasn’t trying so damn hard to reach the woman he had been trapped with Quinn would have been enjoying himself immensely. The fall reminded him of that time he went bungee jumping. Exhilarated and free with just a twinge of fear since he had no safety net or rope to save him from the impact with the ground. That fear might actually be overwhelming if Quinn didn’t know they were in the mirror space and those ******** weren’t done messing with them so where ever they were going wasn’t likely to end with him splattered on the sidewalk somewhere… he hoped. There really was no guarantee honestly when it came to chaos but it didn’t didn’t make sense to kill them after only draining them some and not removing their starseeds as well. At least the negaverse would have done that, Mirror senshi he wasn’t so sure about.

His struggles ended abruptly when they passed through a cloud of black smoke that threw him into a coughing fit which came to a crashing halt when he landed with a thud on some kind of surface face first. It was like he belly flopped onto the platform and for a few precious moments Quinn couldn’t breath at all. He lay there stunned, a ringing in his ears, and his nose hurting like ******** for longer than was safe if the rather ominous cracking he could hear was any indication.

Rae! Gasping, he struggled to his feet, a hand to his nose proved it was bleeding but not broken. Good, their disappearance would be hard enough to explain but a broken nose would have made it worse. “Rae.” His voice was weak and cracked as he tried to spot the redhead through the crowded platform that was even now rapidly crumbling. “Rae!” He tried again and this time he was able to shout, still not spotting her. s**t! Where is she? His franticly searching gaze finally landed on her and he pretty much shoved his way towards her.

“Let's go!” He didn’t even give her a chance to balk at his disheveled appearance and bloody nose before he grabbed her wrist and booked it towards the path that everyone else was streaming towards as the platform crumbled beneath their feets.

First Roll: 1
((1-3: It takes you a moment to gather yourself; you scramble to your feet but by injury, clumsiness, or the sheer number of people that beat you onto the path, you get a late start.))

Sailor Cassiopeia

From the fun house, to the weird room, now to this? When the floor shattered, Cassiopeia tried to grab for Valjean, but the darkness and choking smoke made it impossible to know if the fabric her hands skimmed was from his uniform, her own, or even someone else's once her brain caught up with the fact there were other people there with them. Falling, yelling, and then landing on a platform. Her head was spinning, and though she landed on hands and knees, she was relatively unharmed. Minus the burning in her eyes and lungs, and the throbbing in her knees and hands.

"Valjean?" Blinking rapidly to clear her vision, she shakily got to her feet, coughing as her body rid itself of the last bits of that burning smoke. "O-over here!" She spotted the tall Scotsman and raised a hand, trying to flag him down when she began to hear the cracking of the platform.

It was by luck she managed to land near the lone path away from the platform. "This way, this way," Cassiopeia called to him, the hand waving in the air moving to grab ahold of his once she was close enough. Merely to further direct him towards the path, her rational brain could try to explain. Because she was terrified of being separated from him and risking him getting hurt here, if she was being honest.

8

Noir Songbird

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Sailor Morgan

"Alex? Hania? Alex?" The slew of curses that shot out from between her lips when neither name was responded to were perhaps only outnumbered by the glinting pieces of glass that hung oddly in the darkness. It'd been bad enough that Alex had gotten pulled into a freaking mirror at her place, and she'd henshined up before managing to get herself dragged in. With the intent to drag her sister back out, of course. Not that that had gone as planned.

When the floor of the room shattered, Morgan had tried to grab for the guardian and child, but again the plan failed as both slipped from her fingers and into the darkness. She could hear voices, but couldn't control how or where she was falling. What bit of orientation she had was blasted away when the smoke choked her limited vision and breath, landing with a clatter on a platform wheezing and coughing.

But people were moving as the platform was beginning to break. Among them had to be a small child and even smaller guardian cat, right? Morgan pushed herself up and didn't hesitate to bolt onward to the path, scanning each body she passed for Alex and Hania.

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Natsuko-neko

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