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    The Blue Bolt
  • Birthday 01/13/2000

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  1. Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [2/3], Recovery | ID: 253078, CD: 4 (No Proc), Vanish Refreshed Another swish of motion, the stakes were on high volume. She would see that even Rai was breathing heavily. -Just a little longer- she thought to herself. The creatures themselves were not looking too hot either. Another dive through the thick of it now that she was confident enough to know that she wouldn’t fall on her face with any direction that she went. Peeling her blade out as she would vanish into the group of enemies. Her aim wa
  2. Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [1/3], Recovery | ID: 253059, CD: 9 (+8 EN), Vanish CD [2/3] The noise had calmed down ever so slightly, but even still the battlefield was hard to follow. She glanced toward the creatures that were still alive, nearly all of them were. Eruda would suggest weakening them further and she would take care of the rest. Ruri just nods in agreement and looks to the health bars of the enemies. Having her two targets, she would look to see where Raidou was located on the other side of this annoying group of
  3. *All Enemies spawned due to Kasumi's Like Water CS Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Recovery | ID: 253046, CD: 11 (+8 EN) The music echoed off the walls, cracking every inch that still took hold. Ruri would close her eyes for a moment. The crashing, sounds of metal clanking together, the music of many voices, fire exploding in random intervals everywhere it could. It was a lot, regardless she had to focus somehow. She had already said the training wheels were coming off and Eruda had made an offer. Hesitating, she would look to Eruda who was watching her specifically.
  4. *All Enemies spawned due to Kasumi's Like Water CS, Shiina's Phantasmal Chorus: -1 EVA applied retroactively Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Recovery | ID: 253013, CD: 2 (No Proc), Vanish CD [2/3] As enemies began to come in through port culls gates from the sides of the arena, the sudden shift in composure left Ruri a little unnerved. This wasn't on the agenda, but when was anything the game did going to align with expectations? Moving closer to Raidou, she'd contimplate warping out. They had done their intended thing, so this was entirely unnecessary. But the wander
  5. Ruri's nerves were dialed up to 11. Most of these people she didn't even know, some she'd only seen in passing through the guild but others this was the first time. Her own nagging feeling of inadequacy and as if she didn't belong here left her wanting to flee and escape. A glance toward Raidou as he drew his sword. The one named after her big sister. An inhale and exhale, trying to suppress her fears and discomfort. The guy had faith in her? Why? Always so damn... helpful. "God damn you, Raidou why can't you just be selfish. Instead of being so nice." She whispers beneath her breath, drawing
  6. The early morning was met with dreary eyes, and a messy top of blue hair. Ruri yawns deeply autonomously rubbing her eyes with both hands and sliding out of bed. A white t-shirt playing the part of night gown, she moves for a cabinet. Collecting her clothes, the girl starts to slip them on. Longer socks, a pair of tennis shoes. A small pair of shorts topped with a similar colored sweatshirt. Shoving her hands into the pockets, she'd yawn again. and look out the window. A serene somewhat absent morning that murmured in a near silence. Streams of sunlight pouring through the window panes in beam
  7. Skill(s) Being Dropped: ST Shift SP Incurred Towards Limit: [10/80 {Guild Rank 5 with Armory II}] SP Refunded: 10 Cost: 10000 col
  8. Claiming Paragon Level 25 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Free Skill Respec
  9. Sitting in a cafe, it was eight am. Haine sitting across from her. They talk about random stuff, laugh a bit. Ruri mentions that her and Eruda were yet again unable to hit Rai with a snowball and they were out there for hours trying but nothing came of it besides being pelted back. Even mentioned the snow mounted wall that was created but it didn’t make a difference. After about two hours, they go their separate ways. The next stop that had to be made was her house. She wasn’t there yesterday, she lost track of time. Approaching the door, unlocking it, her tiny little friend runs to her f
  10. Another bold attempt as Ruri pounces out of the wall and heaves both in quick succession. They fly true but end up just getting caught in the whirlwind that is Raidou. Without much effort they are returned at a slightly higher reciprocation. The bluenette manages to slide behind cover to avoid one, but another clips her shoulder. "I've been hit, man down." The girl squirrels and acts out falling into the snow. "Carry on without me." Ruri remarks with the full on charade of dying with her tongue poking out and everything. Just like she said, Raidou was an animal when it came to these snowball f
  11. Ruri ducks as the snowball whizzes past overhead, knowing there only bet was to swarm him with them. If they didn't keep up any amount of pressure his defense was basically impregnable. Her round flies out shortly after Eruda's does and her aim was clearly true, but just like the blondes hers is caught easily out of the air. "Son of a..." Is all the manages to get out before she's forced to dive back behind the wall of snow, Raidou wags his finger and pivots on the ice sending the thing back into a pop of the wall. Pieces are carved off from the barricade as it impacts. Dude was absolutely rut
  12. Shoring up against the barricade, she'd look on to watch Eruda slide out from cover and flip out the flimsiest toss that doesn't even clear the 20 or so feet to the guy. Ruri cups a ball of snow in her own right, finding it rather odd that she'd found herself in this situation but has always been up to stick it to the red clad dork. The bluenette moves out and cocks back a round of her own. A twist of her elbow in almost a pseudo baseball pitch sees that little sphere of white fly at a decent velocity. But its longevity left a lot to be desired, the thing lists off hard to the left side and wi
  13. Tilting to one side and back, it clearly had no distinction to be considered an igloo. "Igloo's are made from the ground up, not side by side." The girl looked at her little mound that was slowly being flattened out by the blonde. "Good luck, its damn near impossible. Been trying for years." Ruri goads with the tinge of a taste of truth. On countless occasions she'd tried, and damn near without fail Raidou always seemed to see it coming. With a huff, she'd lean down and begin raking the snow up against the bottom side of the wall. The scent of lemon and licorice would tickle Eruda's nose given
  14. A stark glare toward Raidou, matched with a grin as she'd use two fingers to point to her eyes and back at him. The man would begin to skate around again, as if the veiled threat didn't discourage him at all. "He kinda does. In an ass backwards sort of way." She comments without even giving a thought to the fact she was supposed to be mad. "What is it supposed to be?" Ruri remarks as her attention would shift, Eruda hung up on semantics and back pedaling from the taste of her own foot. "Its just like a...mound?" The bluenette was clearly struggling trying to appear polite, yet the underlying i
  15. The girl starts to run her hand down the lumpy misshapen mass, trying to smooth it down into a ball. Ruri leans down and hefts the smaller ball that Eruda had made on top of her own. The girl begins scooping up handfuls of uncompressed snow and running it through the seams to conjoin the pieces. Once stable, she'd quickly pat together a third smaller one and pop on top of the centered section. Rubbing up and down to allow the friction to melt it just enough to smooth it out. "Fifth wheel? Wouldn't that be third?" she'd pop off trying to keep somewhat tactful for the sake of it. "Please... Don'
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