This room is a maze of mirrors, filled with bedroom furniture that is also covered in mirrors, each of which reflects your very soul. Every possible version of you that you could ever be is here, staring at you silently. It's almost judgmental, really! As soon as you step forward, however, a laser fires from above your head and into the mirror immediately ahead of you - it rebounds from there to all the others, and as it does each reflection (from the benign to the utterly monstrous!) begins to dance to the beat, as the room becomes saturated with technicolour light and sound.
Regardless of whether or not you find this disconcerting, you also literally cannot anything besides the reflections through all these lasers. Holy fuck. It seems the only way forward is to channel the powers of the ancient Laser Masters…
[ all this judging starts fucking with his green soaked head, so the moment he's able to rush by everybody else he does so; transforming on the spot into a t-rex. holding the sword in his mouth he swings it around with ease, stomping around and smashing the mirrors with his tail and his feets and SURE, WHY NOT, THOSE NUBBY ARMS. those get flailed around too! ]
[ he's just going to go on a rampage through this room. it must die. ]
You're...reasonably sure you hear glass breaking somewhere, though most of the reflections seem to still be here. Most importantly, though, your rampage is cut short because the Masamune? shatters into tiny plastic bits after just a few swings.
[ but, ok, this just more reason to keep on hulk smashing. he sets his massive foot on the broken sword and roars, sending tremors throughout the room... probably. ]
[actually you know what, this quickly stops being a good time for Levity. He doesn't remember the Sundering himself as such, but he's seen enough in Cosmo and Alexander's memories that the sudden glass breaking noise makes him freak the fuck out! Too bad he's still a jpeg so one can probably actually tell, but he claps his hands over his ears and tries to run out of the room again, to be as far away from the noise as possible.]
[ What if he just closes his eyes and tries to walk through the now ruined mirror maze, tapping the walls with the butt of his polearm Heart Weapon as he goes. ]
SOMEONE OPEN PALM SLAMS A VHS INTO THE SLOT. ITS THE LAST LASER MASTER AND RIGHT THEN AND THERE YOU START DOING THE MOVES ALONGSIDE WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER, DIRK LASERMASTER. YOU DO EVERY MOVE AND YOU DO EVERY MOVE HARD. MAKIN WHOOSHING SOUNDS WHEN I SLAM DOWN SOME SICK LASER PATTERNS OR EVEN WHEN YOU MESS UP TECHNIQUE. NOT MANY CAN SAY THEY ESCAPED THE MIRROR ROOM. YOU CAN. YOU SAY IT AND YOU SAY IT OUTLOUD EVERYDAY TO PEOPLE ON YOUR UNIT AND ALL THEY DO IS PROVE IDOLS CAN STILL BE IMMATURE JERKS. AND YOUVE LEARNED ALL THE LINES AND YOUVE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE YOURSELF AND MY DORM LESS LONELY BY SHOUTING EM ALL. 2 HOURS INCLUDING WIND DOWN EVERY MORNING. THEN YOU LIFT
Anyway, having memorized the routine, the reflected version of you that you like the most winks and tosses something from its mirror and straight into your hand.
Z- Z- Zhongli. [ the cold starts to subside the moment he sets a hand on her shoulder. she reaches to place hers atop his, smiling at him fondly. ] Yeah, that's fine by me. We should probably stick together.
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This room is a maze of mirrors, filled with bedroom furniture that is also covered in mirrors, each of which reflects your very soul. Every possible version of you that you could ever be is here, staring at you silently. It's almost judgmental, really! As soon as you step forward, however, a laser fires from above your head and into the mirror immediately ahead of you - it rebounds from there to all the others, and as it does each reflection (from the benign to the utterly monstrous!) begins to dance to the beat, as the room becomes saturated with technicolour light and sound.
Regardless of whether or not you find this disconcerting, you also literally cannot anything besides the reflections through all these lasers. Holy fuck. It seems the only way forward is to channel the powers of the ancient Laser Masters…
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Alisaie.
Are you quite all right?
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[Let's put my hands over my ears.]
This is rather a lot, isn't it?
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I drank something from the fridge. What happened to you? Your face is all... [WAVES A JPEG HAND VAGUELY]
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Alisaie told me it was cursed.
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[ he's just going to go on a rampage through this room. it must die. ]
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You're...reasonably sure you hear glass breaking somewhere, though most of the reflections seem to still be here. Most importantly, though, your rampage is cut short because the Masamune? shatters into tiny plastic bits after just a few swings.
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[ NOT HIS SWORD! ]
[ but, ok, this just more reason to keep on hulk smashing. he sets his massive foot on the broken sword and roars, sending tremors throughout the room... probably. ]
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1/4
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[No, this room is not a good space or time for Alisaie either, but running around this place by yourself is not advisable.]
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- wait, one of these random things littering the ground isn't glass. What is that?
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This place's owner seems to really like music in this house, so... ]
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Anyway, having memorized the routine, the reflected version of you that you like the most winks and tosses something from its mirror and straight into your hand.
CONGRATULATIONS! GET EQUIPPED WITH:
The Laser Mäster's Laser Eraser
This is a beautiful piece of merchandising which allows any schoolchild to show Maestery over Laesery by, uh, erasing focused beams of light?
You think you've finally figured out just why he's the last Laser Master.
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Time to start erasing light beams that are blocking their room progress, right? This last laser master is clever as hell. What a guy! ]
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[ And he puts a hand on her shoulder ]
Would you like to also continue upstairs?
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