Simmone

Such an interesting twist of events, and the sounds of broken glass and undoubtedly a bar fight breaking out the floor just below them made the evening even more of a mystery. It was likely that some neanderthal had found themselves shoved out by some of the many wait staff that rushed about the place, likely some with a bit larger features and height to boot. Like the shaded men that had awarded Cascade into her lap not but a moment prior. Honestly their inclination to remain under guise spoke to just how often such things might occur, anonymity giving them the benefit of not gaining a second

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255873, CD: 8 (+ 8 EN) PH Post Action | [x18] AOE-II (14 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 22 EN) ID: 255869 | 9 + 8 = 17, CD: 2 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Gladiator #9 Dealing 648 - 40 = 608 Damage ID: 255870 | 4 + 8 = 12, Hit vs. Gladiator #10 Dealing 648 - 40 = 608 Damage ID: 255871 | 4 + 8 = 12, Hit vs. Gladiator #11 Dealing 648 - 40 = 608 Damage ID: 255872 | 5 + 8 = 13, Hit vs. Obstacles, Holder of Shields Dealing 648 - 120 = 528 Damage Players: Raidou | HP: 1150/1150 | EN: 101/138 | DMG: 41 | MIT:92

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255818, CD: 11 (+ 8 EN) PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 19 EN) - Well Rested [3/3] = 18 EN ID: 255814 | 5 + 8 = 13, CD: 3 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Gladiator #5 Dealing 540 - 40 = 500 Damage ID: 255815 | 10 + 8 = 18, Hit vs. Gladiator #5 Dealing 540 - 40 = 500 Damage ID: 255816 | 3 + 8 = 11, Hit vs. Gladiator #5 Dealing 540 - 40 = 500 Damage ID: 255817 | 1 + 8 = 9, Hit vs. Bicycles, Man of Wheels Dealing 540 - 140 = 400 Damage Players: Raidou | HP: 1150/1150 | EN: 110/1

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255794, CD: 8 (+8 EN) PH Post Action | [x18] AOE-II (14 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 4 Targets = 8) = 22 EN) - Well Rested [2/3] - 21 EN ID: 255790 | 2 + 7 = 9, CD: 2 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Gladiator #4 Dealing 648 - 40 = 608 Damage ID: 255791 | 7 + 7 = 14, Hit vs. Trained Legionnaire #1 Dealing 648 - 100 = 548 Damage ID: 255792 | 4 + 7 = 11, Hit vs. Trained Legionnaire #2 Dealing 648 - 100 = 548 Damage ID: 255793 | 7 + 7 = 14, Hit vs. Testicles, Man of Brass Dealing 648 - 140 = 508 Damage Loot Rolls: ID: 255795

PH Post Action | [x15] AOE-I (11 - 2 [Stamina] + 2 [Shift] + (2 * 1 Targets = 2) = 13 EN) - Well Rested [1/3] = 12 EN ID: 255781 | 7 + 7 = 14, CD: 1 {ST-B Unavailable} | Hit vs. Piasuhon Dealing 540 - 110 = 430 Damage Players: Kasumi | HP: 1150/1150 | EN: 121/138 | DMG: 28 | MIT:20 | ACC:6 | KEEN: 1 | PHASE | EVA:6 | STC: 80 | PARA-V | LD:1 Raidou | HP: 1150/1150 | EN: 126/138 | DMG: 41 | MIT:92 | ACC:6 | AA | EVA:5 | BH:63 | VAMP-D: 127 | LD:1 Griswold | HP: 1272/1272 | EN: 109/118 | DMG: 23 | MIT:272 | ACC:2 | AA | TAUNT | F-SPIRIT | EVA:2 | FL.THORNS: 16/32 | TH

PH Quest Objective | Discuss some of the ways to communicate in combat without becoming distracted or giving away too much information/positioning. <<Assist System: Assisting Sam>> Level: 35 Paragon: 78 Tier: 4 True Tier: 12 Final EXP reward: +20% Active: Guild Rank 5: +5% Final Col Reward, +5% Final EXP reward CS: Double or Nothing Consumed: Hellish Bottomless-Pit of Curry - Gungir's Shard | [175566d] Protein 2, Accuracy 2 | Demonic | T4 | Feast {Sam} (4/6) {Filled Protein} Bottomless Tea Wares (Gungir's - Eva 2 | Vit 2 [Feast - 152493])

Recharging: Bureau II {Firm Anima} x 2 Cost: 2 Tokens {Simmone}

Enjoying her glass of rosé, Simmone listened and drifted into fond memories of her past and found herself milling close to the games first success at providing her true relaxation. The cigarette lit wisped smoke harmlessly in the air, and below the raging beats of a song continued to pound away in their muffled taps of a drum. Every so often a streak of light would make its way to trace across the ceiling, a speeding dot of a spotlight in pastel color that would dart out of view. Although the morning soon called her back from rest, and she debated just how long she would remain here and threat

Hearing a loud voice echoing through the empty woods. She was glad to hear it so far away, but that didn’t make her any less freaked out. The one thing that she was worried about was Felix. He did a very stupid thing that may have just saved her life. She really hoped that he would find her soon. She didn’t want to leave this floor without her cat. “Please be okay” she started saying under her breath several times before hearing a snapping noise behind her. Holding her breath, covering her mouth. Coming into view scaring the living fuck out of her appears Felix. “O MY F” she would say, grabbin

Simmone slides down to the ground taking slow light breaths while holding Felix’s mouth shut. He would pull away from her grip and burrow underneath Simmone’s coat. It seems that her cat even knows danger when it presents itself. It was a very bad idea to come out here today. That brute of a man just killed another, that was not going to be her. “Search the area” she would hear the dude. “Shit” saying under her breath. She had to move, either that or die. Today was not going to be that day. She crawls partially on the ground and Felix slips out and starts making a run for it. -Big help t

Optimal Turn Order, Simmone and Celeste swapped, Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255699, CD: 4 (No Proc) Shaking her head trying to figure out what the hell that woman just did. She didn’t know why she bothered. Trying to figure out this woman was like trying to figure out how scrooge mc duck had a room full of golden coins that could be swam in. Crushing the map in her hands after Raidou handed it to her, the little peeps would appear out of thin air. Walking up to the tiny group, she would place one hand behind her back as the other jabbed at each creature like she was fencing. It w

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255676, CD: 9 (+8 EN) With the pile of pathetic peons that had purchased their own piercing, Simmone was rounding around the thought of calling it quits. They were supposed to only be here for a delivery, nothing more. The giddy look on some of her party members faces told her otherwise. But that wasn't the one she got stuck on. Nope, that would have been Celeste, which as Simmone scans sets eyes on her gesture at her back. "They're right behind me, aren't they." The woman expressed in an exhausted sigh, taking the bait and rearing back to look over her

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255652, CD: 1 (No Proc) The sunlight hurt her eyes. Beams of light struck her square in the forehead right as the towns warp gate had catapulted her up. A groan is shared almost in tandem with the redhead at her side. "Rough night?" Simmone quips toward the redhead and is paid a drained nod in agreement. "Then lets get this over with." Hoofing it begrudgingly with the rest of their little gathering, Raidou passes her a section of map like she was supposed to know what the hell to do with it. A grimace toward the guy, she stares down and follows the dire

The raven haired broad yawned deeply, a little groggy this morning. Their was a bit more business ripe and earlier then usual, some players trying to figure out what some bit or pieces they'd picked up where ever they had rolled around. Not much of it was of any real use, minus one with something interesting hiding beneath the surface. It still left an early morning starting a couple hours before it should. The twins race past her with bundles of odd pieces procured from all sorts of stalls and stores, added to the guild registry for dispersal to where it may be needed. An honest living, one t

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring [Shiina] +4 EN, Recovery | 255443, CD: 12 (+8 EN) “Lets just hope that it doesn’t start hailing. I really feel like that would hurt a little” she would comment before rushing forward. She would allow her blade to be the guide this time, maybe it would keep her up right. With it raining the ground has become a soggy mess. Her heels were doing a great job of getting stuck in the graham cracked walk way. The large creature was the only left in this group and its health bar was practically nothing thanks to Setsuna. She knew that it was that girl who dealt t

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring [Shiina] +4 EN, Recovery | 255405, CD: 11 (+8 EN) Pulling her rapier up watching the two plump mallows that sat about five feet up. Behind them was another large rabbit looking marshmallow with no arms or legs. They were all looking a little roasted from Raidou’s marvelous attack. Taking advantage of the situation she rushes forward and stabs them both with five quick times in what looks like their chest. The bigger one tried to body slam her. Jumping back quickly as stabbing downward while it was still on the ground. The other two burst into nothing as

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring [Shiina] +4 EN, Recovery | 255392, CD: 2 (No Proc), Accuracy Adjusted {Simmone} Walking back out without her crate “Looks like you got an admirer Sam dear.” Sam would playfully nudge her hip into Simmone as she takes out the map that Raidou had given her. It was rare that she was the one opening these but she would make due and help out where she could. When everyone got done they would walk a bit out of town into a clearing so that the settlement didn’t get destroyed by the destruction that was this team. She knew how messy this could get sometimes so s

Tying up her hair, getting ready for the day. Things needed to get done, heading into the main area of the odyssey, that was a piece of parchment saying everything is done signed by Sam. Looks like there was a little less to do than she thought. These past few weeks Sam had been on the ball about a lot of things. It was rather fascinating how she went from being completely useless to the perfect apprentice in a matter of a month almost to the dot. It was then that she got a notification on her HUD, from Sam. “You are one busy bee, what happened to you” she would say in curiosity before walking

Recharging: Bureau II {Firm Anima} Cost: 1 Token {Simmone}

Recharging: Bureau II {Firm Anima} Cost: 1 Token {Simmone}

Recharging: Bureau II {Firm Anima} Cost: 1 Token {Simmone}

Battle Plans (8) | [8 Tokens] | 254636a, 254636b, 254636c, 254636d, 254636e, 254636f, 254636g, 254636h, Allows for two dungeons to be spawned/explored in that thread, regardless of Dungeon-searching cooldowns. Will also trigger an immediate Dungeon spawn without a map requirement using a player’s Post Action.

An atmosphere of rising temptation and lust that left the air electrically charged, one that made Simmone's skin tingle. Or perhaps this alcohol was a bit stronger then she had first considered. Upon on the upper balconies of the Blackbook, not many seemed to had noticed it existed. Over the side of the white railing, the players milled about like tin soldiers and the chatter threatened to overtake the music in volume. That glass in her hands churns as she spins it, stealing another bite of comfort in a warm roll across her tongue. The woman exhales deeply, melting into the red leather at her

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254472, CD: 3 (No Proc) Eyes watching the man on the ground carefully as he was coughing, if it was possible there would be blood dripping from his lips as he begged for his life. The bandit starts to crawl away but it wasn’t very fast. It was like a small turtle trying to get to the ocean so that it would be free and out of harm's way. That situation was not going to be this target's fate. Stepping on a cloth piece dragging against the floor, that thin rapier pierces that back of his neck. At first a violent cough and then a last breath and then POOF.

An elegant foray into the unknown, as Simmone watched many a player wander across the place flirting with danger and excitement. On the air the stink of infatuation and fleeting passion molds into a pungent scent of wonder, not entirely repulsive but that scent was unmistakable. It was likely the proprietor of the occasion would need to clean the upholstery in excess if they ever wanted to that 'new car smell.' Even a mix of the glass and a spin of the stool would see the black haired woman set her gaze upon a scene unfurled at the foot of the bar, muddied with smiles and reddened cheek. Drunk