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[b][u]Groups B and C[/b][/u]

Lute narrowed his eyes as their group entered the wide hall; from the moment they stepped in he already saw that mirrors decked the various paths and made it seem as if they were in a labyrinth. The virtuoso cringed. He hated these kinds of places since he could never tell what was real from what was not, and thus almost always ended up making a fool out of himself. But then their missing reflections appeared albeit with their own personalities; after Dylan had hammered a mirror Lute heard his own copy calling out to him. When he turned to look it blew him a raspberry before running away to another mirror, doing a totally exaggerated somersault over the shattered panel as it went. “That’s really immature!” The virtuoso hollered out and shook his fist at the moving reflection. He wasn’t even [i]that[/i] childish to begin with! 

All around him chaos about the impish copies ensued and noise poured forth from both the guilders and their doppelgangers. Amy tried to destroy a mirror but it didn’t work, and potentially dangerous black ooze poured out of a panel Moira’s reflection had punched through. Goosebumps appeared on Lute’s skin and the tiny hairs on his nape stood before he remembered that Syed had requested his assistance; he was so busy trying to keep an eye on his doppelganger that he had almost forgotten. “Oh, okay, got it! Sorry!” The virtuoso called out and closed his eyes, gathering strength for him to-

“Oi, weeabo! Hey, hey, look at me! Didn’t your mother tell you that it’s impolite not to look people in the eye when you’re having a conversation?” The copy suddenly appeared on the mirror facing him and Lute flinched. In reply, he raised his palm toward the mirror and curled it inwards to form a fist, then smiled. “Keep talking then,” The real virtuoso replied softly. “You lost your-"

[b]"-mind, bro?”[/b] His reflection’s voice suddenly rang through the entire room at a loud volume, and some cracks appeared on the nearest mirrors. 

“Thanks for the help, pal. Syed, you saw it too, didn't you? The exit’s just straight ahead!” Lute gave his reflection a shit-eating grin before crowing and then running towards the tall mage, but all of a sudden the room itself expanded. Lute rocked back on his heels as the mirrors shook then broke free of their bindings, lifting up in the air and then flying around at dangerous speeds. “Are you kidding me!?” He hissed and pulled Dylan down as two large mirrors flew down and almost brained the both of them.