-Gets out beside Pine-
Pine if you have any idea what's going on here, you need to tell me now.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The windows are not exploding-
-The mirrors are-
-This is important-
They've found us — agents of the queen, we're —
-Someone runs up from below- The Court is dead! The elders are dead!
-He wasn't lying-
-That sword is so sharp it cleaves the shadows cleanly in two-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-They begin to fan out along the walls, surrounding him now that the mirrors are no longer hindering their way-
-Then they start to close in-
We run — -Is suddenly dragged back into the shadow by... the advancing wall of shadows-
-Begins to climb the stairs- Quickly!
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Runs after Pine, taking out his screwdriver-
More shadows. Brilliant.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The more they flee upwards, the more mirrors they encounter, and the more reluctant they seem to pursue them-
-Those slowly seem to be shattering, though, as well-
-Dashes ahead of Millia-
-Brings up the rear, making sure the Doctor doesn't fall behind too much-
-They begin to claw at him from the sides despite the casualties, and the darker it gets, the deeper the cuts go-
-Eventually, he comes through on the other end-
-A few shadows unlucky enough to not pull back in time fall into the mirrors and simply vanish from sight-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Pauses for a moment to look at the shadows, then keeps moving-
Mirrors... yes, of course. Shadows are the absence of light. They can't exist on a surface like a mirror. Though to be truthful they shouldn't be able to break them either.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-There are still a few left, though they're smaller-
-A lot of them have "MADE IN CHINA" printed on the back, and have the remains of nails in the backs of them, clearly not meant for the walls they're now mounted on-
-The stairs behind them are now being ripped to shreds-
-The stairs in front of them split into three branches-
-A mirror shatters next to one of them-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-At this point Nova decides it is not worth waiting for conformation-
-She levels the thunder hammer
◊ and fires it directly at the advancing shadow wall-
-It is literally a lightning cannon, with all the flash, and sound that that entails-
-Gets a good feeling for the right branch-
-At the very least he'll draw some of them off-
Keep climbing to the top!
-Goes right-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The shadows reel back at the lightning cannon, but it only seems to enrage them and make their edges sharper-
-A large hole is cut in their ranks as several of them are trapped in the reflection and vanish-
-Travis can hear the rest of the group up ahead-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

....!!
Crafty fuckers!
-Draws the titanium blade-
-SLASHSLASHSLASH-
edited 8th Aug '14 10:54:46 PM by MacDuffy