Group ATrixie 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 CInstinctively 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.