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No worries Pacman! ^^

I'll post after Fox if that's all right? :>
Hope it's all right I post again so soon!

I've sent you some ideas for my co-gm chapter earlier Pacman, but I'll be sure to get details solidified after finals pass and have time to put full effort into it. :) Since you know I'm still juggling with where to take things haha. Can't wait to see how this chapter resolves! And Danni's co-gm chapter! :D


Thaum: The Tower - 7F (Dr. Dream's Laboratory)

They had stepped into what felt like total darkness. Amy flicked her gem, causing it to glow with a bright, warm white, acting as a light source - but it had done absolutely nothing to help. She was among one of those who were skeptical of entering the elevator - Xandra could've been right - but Atlas insisted on moving forward. Trixie did too, wanting to move on and get out of the tower as quickly as possible.

During their elevator ride, Amy supplied continuous healing spells to both Marcus and Don, the latter of whom already seemed to slip right into unconsciousness. "Come on," she snarled to herself. Only when Estelle screamed for her did she turned her attention away from them and to the room they had reached... a laboratory coated in blood. Amy gulped, stunned from the sight. Xandra however followed up with calling for the cleric, and she rushed to Dr. Dream's aid.

Except... the wailing man had collapsed before Amy could even finish a single chant. Now that he was still, Amy knelt beside him and checked for his pulse, two fingers to his jugular and the other holding her gem over his body. "... ... He's... dead." Slowly she rose back to her feet and backed away from the doctor. "Dylan's right. These hallucinations, these lies and deceit - this cannot possibly be real."

She turned around and returned back to where Don and Marcus were resting, lowering down to her knees as she continued to send healing spell after spell. Both their bodies glowed a nonstop warm gold, as if they were holymen. Having saved the majority of her magical energy, she had more than enough to splurge on bringing these to back to light. Anything to wake them up, anything to lift their fatigue. Especially on Marcus' end Amy's efforts seemed for naught, and she was thoroughly convinced whatever was going on could not be happening - but she continued to heal them anyway.



Trixie remained crouched against the wall beside the lab's entrance. With her knees held up to her chest, she had her face buried in her arms, her body rocking gently. "Not again, not again," she murmured.


Thaum: The Tower - 2F (Mirror Hall)

Amy nearly jumped once all the mirrors coalesced into a rather disturbing image, of a darkened room filling itself with nasty green gas... and the five missing guilders inside. Marcus was finally discovered, but along with the others he seemed to have fallen unconscious. She had little time to even properly react as mirrors and walls around them all began to rattle and shatter at once. The projected five plopped into the room along with the rest of the ceiling overhead. Luckily the cleric was protected thanks to Moira's quick thinking, and the two shared a mutual smile following the crash. "Thank you, Moira."

Fortunately, no one had gotten crushed by any of the debris falling overhead, including the mass of armory and steel weapons. Still Amy was quick to jump to assisting the others - primarily Trixie, who had landed closest to her. "Trix! Oh Gods, Trix." The cleric knelt down beside her, holding her prized gem with one hand over the littler's body as she shooed away the surrounding dust with her other. Trixie let out a fit of coughs, but Amy hushed her quickly. "You're all right, Trix, you're all right."



"Amy...?" she gasped, as her watery eyes peeled open. Her hands were clasped over her mouth (the clothespin from earlier had dropped upon her earlier fall), and her breaths were haphazard. Being as small as she was with a nose just as sensitive, Trixie was easily affected by thick plumes such as what had grasped them earlier. "I think I... I think I'm dying."

Amy grinned at this, though her smile was laced with sympathy. "No one's dying on my watch." After healing her directly, Amy rose back to her feet to treat the others that had fallen, dedicating a spell to each of them one by one as opposed to a collective heal for something more effective. Marcus being the final one tended to, Amy knelt down to his level as she had done with Trixie to deliver a more powerful spell, considering all the strength he poured into blasting their room down. He was not dead, but Amy would do whatever it took to prevent full-fledged unconsciousness. "Come on Marcus, stay with us."

In the meantime, Atlas called out for the others to make their way towards the exit. While Lute jumped to Estelle's assistance following Amy's treatment of the swordswoman, Shadow Lisette, as well as the new Shadow Moira and Shadow Lute, worked to encumber them, each armed with their own materialized weapon. Once again Atlas called for everyone to get out. Amy left Trixie's care in whoever was nearest to her, as she worked with another guilder to assist Marcus out of the room.

Although... Amy wasn't exactly sure if she felt more safe being in this new room than with those mirrors. "Where... where are we?"
Sure thing! I already started writing mine and was just going to add on what happens in your post, so it'll be up in a jiff. :] Thanks!

EDIT: Posted! Thanks for the leeway, Fox <3
Calling next post after Fox!


Angel knew he could count on Air to remain optimistic, even with the hospitalization of a close comrade. After a deep sigh, he smiled back after receiving his parcel. "Thanks, cutie." It wasn't like him to mope unless there was death involved, though seeing Robin's drop as directly as he had, and subsequently failing to catch her on time, left an impact. Still, the banshee had the right idea in mind. Plus it probably wouldn't roll over with the kitsune well either if she knew she was being pitied like this.

"Goddamn it, Air," Angel snickered upon ripping open his package with his talons. His very own sleeping pair was a matching long-sleeved shirt and trousers, with a design reflecting a fake suit stop and bottom, complete with a black tie and all. There were two large holes carved into the back to fit his wings. The harpy smiled even wider when she mentioned all the lovely things waiting for the team at Cerulean's welcoming party. "Hah! Count me in."

He let out a low whistle as Mia completely demolished her own present, leaving the pink-haired banshee in near disappointment. Then she hooked arms with her - so Angel followed suit and hooked her arm around her other arm. Instead of diving straight into angry detective mode as Angel's seen his own clan do in the past with circumstances like this, Mia then proposed going out to dinner instead. A proposal well-received from the remaining three of her team.

When Angel returned to meet Mia by their designation, he let out another whistle to catch her attention, holding one hand in the air so as to make himself visible. As per usual he wore his white suit top and black suit bottoms, though his chestnut hair remained as unkempt as ever. Unless their situation ever called for anything extremely casual, suits were his preferred getup; he always found something about their professionalism attractive, and plus it made it more difficult for human cops to pin him down as a guy with 'drugs' in his pocket, even if they were out of the ordinary.

"I'm here, I'm here. Where's everyone else?"
Just updating here that I'll be posting later tonight. ^^


Group A

Trixie jumped to her feet and began to hop from foot to foot. "Weapons? What did you mean by - blech!" She whirled around and began to hack violently, before facing the others with a clothespin over her nostrils. Her nasally voice would have been comical had it not been for their current dilemma. "What about weapons, Supersis?" the prankster tugged on Estelle's arm. Once the swordswoman looked back to the armors, Trixie let out an "ah" before charging to the duo nearest to her. "You can count on me!"

After the pendulum swung by twice (as someone urged her to slow down this time), Trixie leapt through the open space, causing the green gas around her landing spot to part like dust. She then yanked the axe out and held it in front of her, turning to face Estelle. "So just put this in their--"

Clang!

Trixie leapt back as the axe was knocked right out of her hand by the death trap. It flew to the wall and snapped upon collision. "... uhh. Whoops."

Once again the hollow space beneath the armor's eye shields glowed an ominous red, before they began stomping their feet in a slow, rhythmic beat. Trixie wailed and clung onto Selan's arm. "Ahhhh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"


Groups B and C

Instinctively Amy whirled around to observe her entire surroundings once inside the mirror room. Fighting Valentine and Jack in Vandrell was not too far back, and entering a room like this too soon after seeing the latter in her previous nightmare... She let out a large sigh of relief once she realized there were no ghosts around to spook them. However, her back stiffened with shivers upon hearing Atlas' goofy reflection taunting them. At this rate, she wasn't sure whether ghosts would be worse or not.

Before Amy could lose her temper from the sheer annoyance of these imps, Dylan stepped up with a giantass hammer and smashed it right into the one closest to him. The shards clattered along the floor, revealing behind it a room identical to what was shown in the rest of the mirrors. Had it worked? Kicking aside the glass by her feet, she walked forward, held her hand out - and she went straight through. Amy smirked as she looked back to Dylan. "Smart move."

So they had found a way to move forward - at this rate, all they had to do was keep shattering these things and going through, right? Or perhaps there was a pattern. Inside this new 'room,' she brandished her whip, ready to follow up on Dylan's move. Only to be cut off by an ear-grating voice: "Nyeeee, you're gonna have to do better than that! Or else you'll be stuck here. Forever. And that's a long time if you didn't know!"

In the mirror adjacent to her stood Amy's own dastardly reflection, leaning forward with her thumb to her nose and tongue poking out. The real cleric twitched at this. "You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me." Once the reflection let out a raspberry tongue at them, Amy too followed Dylan's example and shattered the glass. She then stepped forward - only to bump into a solid surface. The blond reflection snickered at Amy's attempts and dashed away, high-fiving Dylan's and Aria's reflection as she passed them by.

"Gods damn it." Amy stepped up to that particular mirror, eying it carefully before extending her hand to it. As her finger reached the surface, her impish reflection popped right back into view with the same raspberry face. Amy recoiled, brandishing her whip again - "Fuck off already!" - before the reflection dashed off a second time with an annoying high pitched laughter.

She looked back to the others with an expression of obvious disgust.
omg @ TvTropes. That's bloody awesome, Tae XD. I'll be sure to ninja in some random details as well when I get the time to haha! Also Pacman, I've got Trixie's and Amy's playlists here. :D

In celebration of my first Saturday off in eight weeks (plus taking the time to finally relax), I spent the day today chilling out/watching movies with a close friend. ^^ I'm feeling much better now. I apologize for going all whiny/antisocial earlier this week ;~;b.

Gonna catch up and write a post now! :]

EDIT: Added a lot to the TvTropes page :D yaaaay time for bed now
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