The Carnival

[Chilord]

And in the room she found... two more mirrors, connected to either side of  the doorway and forming a triangle as they connected together.

[Dracos]

Raya glanced into the one on her left as she waited for Verato to catch up.  Slow boy.

Fearless Leader

[acetalon]

Verato clenched his hands until they were white, forcing himself to relax.  Silently he muttered to himself, taking his mind off magic.  There was nothing he could have done to stop what had happened to him, so it would be best if he didn't dwell on it.

"Y-yeah, lets go,"  he murmured, taking one last look at his darkened hand before shoving it into his pocket.  He turned around to follow Raya.

[Chilord]

And there, staring back at her was a young boy, matching her pose exactly though standing a few inches taller with slightly darker hair. Everything else though was identical to her.

[Dracos]

Raya sweatdropped and turned to the one on her right, carefully stepping away from the mirror on the left.

Fearless Leader

[Chilord]

In the second mirror, Raya found herself looking at... herself. Or, how she would look if she had blue skin, webbed hands, black eyes and green hair that seemed to move of its own accord.

[Dracos]

Raya sweatdropped again and turned to Verato.  "Mou...Hey boy, maybe you can break through one of these windows?"

Fearless Leader

[acetalon]

"Neither of them seem very inviting, do they?"  He commented.  "Very well, I'll try breaking them.  Please, stand back."

Verato pulled out one of his pistols, .45 caliber, aimed, and squeezed the trigger at the mirror of Raya with webbed hands.

[Dracos]

Raya moved swiftly back out of the room into the previous one, stopping at the doorway between the two.

Fearless Leader

[Chilord]

As he pulled the trigger, all that happened with the sound of a soft click going off.

[Dracos]

"Mou.....the magic must be affecting your guns as well...try to break the other one down?"

Fearless Leader

[acetalon]

Verato pulled the clip out, studying it intently, and clapped the cartridge back in the weapon.

"Hmm..."  He holstered his gun and looked back at Raya.  "Can I borrow your staff?"

[Dracos]

"Mou...just don't break it," Raya reluctantly handed her staff to the larger and stronger boy.  "Try the other way," She pointed to the left mirror.  "Maybe it was some magic shield on the right one."

Fearless Leader

[acetalon]

"I don't think I'm strong enough to break it...I hope.  I'll be careful."  He turned to the left mirror, eyeing it critically.  He gripped the staff tightly, holding it carefully, and swung at the mirror.

[Chilord]

The staff impacted upon the glass, and... the glass shattered with a scream of rage bursting forth into the room.  Shards clung to the air before they melted in place, the entirity of the shattered mirror suddenly rushing at Ace, coccooning him as it forced the staff from his fingers. The liquid mirro covering every bit of his body as felt what seemed like every nerve ending on his body burst a live at once, flaring in pain.

Yet, despite how intense the pain grew, he could not find the release of unconsciousness. Finally after a few agonizingly long moments, his coccooned form fell to the ground, and the glass shattered and faded away. The form revealed beneath was far from the original.

Verato's entire body had grown slender and curvy, his flesh a dark blue, almost glowing softly to Raya's eyes. Hair as white as the snow fell from his head, falling over the slender points of his ears. A pair of smallish breasts pressed out from his chest, as a pair of violet eyes beheld the world anew. In short, he, was now a she.

Where the mirror had once been a wall now stood, barring their way to proceed.