Shiina

-CRASH- hiss hiss hiss hiss… Waking up in a panic glancing around quickly, “WHOs there?” Holding up a crayon like a knife started out very loud but then realized that there was a knocked over shelf and crystals were scattered everywhere. Under the tipped furniture there was a tail sticking out. Taking the paper off her face, getting up from her chair to help her pet. Grabbing him by the tail as she lifts the display case up. “That sir sprinkles is why we don’t run in the store” saying as he was hissing and wiggling around trying to get away. Gripping him by the middle of the rodent's body

Watching on as a dude gets completely brained by a hatchet, Shiina cannot help but tilt her head. "Rough dude, I don't think I can heal that." She'd then turn her attentions to Raidou, placing both of her hands on his mangled digits. A flash of green light would see it mended good as new. The cry of her voice would begin to bolster the ranks, watching the various guardsman take to renewed vigor and vitality. There was the taste of exhaustion conveyed over the field as a whole, players and npcs a like were pushed to their very limits. That voice of hers carried for quite a distance, finding its

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244103 | Recovery CD: 12 (+8 EN), Press the Attack CD [2/3], Hyperactive Refreshed, Press the Attack Fades Glancing through the aggressive gaggle of pudding being flash boiled by a room filled with fire all the sudden sends the girl into a frenzy. "Hot Hot Hot~" She squirrels out of the way as Morningstar comes barreling through with his weapon turned full torch, sending a splash of gunk against the sewer wall that starts to run like lime green wet paint. Her hair starting to become frizzy from the temperature down here, The little songstress just keeps ducking an

The hopscotching tyrant spurting a little song wandered out in front of the pack of players as they'd continue shoring up themselves. "Alright lets do this." The girl barks much to the dismay of her fellow party members who start to clamber up to the girl. The quick patter of her feet as she'd run headlong right at the sleeping lion. Screeching at the top of her lungs "LEEROY.....JENKINS...." The girl dives at it as it would start to look at her dreary eyed. Colliding with it, she manages to get a face full of fur. It was warm, and it was so much better then petting. The thing instinctually ro

The clicking of a tongue as her little index pops free and presses down on the little blue circle on the window that had popped up in front of her, drawing her name among three on the left side of her vision. It was quite some time since she'd last saw the big ol' kitty cat, and the last time almost costed her her life, but that was a long time and a lot of levels ago. Now the girl was just as sporadic and unperturbed but had the power to back it up. Humming as she'd start to scamper to keep up with her long legged friends, easily dwarfing her by a foot or more. Her armor rattling every step o

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244289 | Recovery, CD: 5 (No Proc) Drawing one more note, just a few left before completely done. Right from underneath that tiny hand it all vanishes, “NNNNOOOOOO, so rude,” saying with a grump face as she looks around for a moment and that mood immediately shifts. Flowers, plants and trees everywhere, oh so many. Swiftly getting to her feet, this must be where the next battle starts. Hearing the creatures now, moving her head in that direction of the noises. Shiina picks a large white flower and begins to hum using that lily as a mic. For some reason everything

Standard Recovery +4 EN, No Recovery (out of combat), Press the Attack Refreshed The tiny threats were gone for now, Shiina was dancing around with whatever music she was whistling at the moment. “AND THE FROG GOES BOOM, YUS,” Taking out a sheet of paper in the mess that was currently in that chest piece. Grabbing a crayon, drawing it down. “Perfect,” folding it into an uneven square and dropping it back into the deep dark hole of randomness. Sitting on the ground Shiina started drawing musical notes in the sand, one would see total wildness but with someone that had musical knowledge wou

Standard Recovery +4 EN, No Recovery (out of combat), Press the Attack CD [2/3], Press the Attack Fades The music makes a dead stop, watching the others start to look around, “SWEET were looking for the tiny stuff.” Shiina drops to the ground and starts crawling around on the sandy lot. “I will look down here,” saying as her face was literally inches from the ground. “I FOUND SOMETHING, uh wait never mind.” Unbarring the thing that was spotted it was a shell. “Cool,” readjusting as she plops on her butt. Scraping off the grains from the new toy, most people would call it trash but Shiina

“Meh he’ll be fine,” saying as she pours water out of those tin boots. Hearing Nisa say action, slides those shoes on quickly “OOOH ME FIRST,” getting up and glancing toward the sky, “You better be filming this.” Clearing her throat, pounding on her chest. “Battlefield Overture,” words given clearly in a demanding voice as humming starts to pierce through those lips, closing her eyes as a beat begins with that metal hand and leg. High pitched sound but right on queue as red starts pulsing under those feet. An upbeat in that young voice, it was like a full musical symphony all on its own, a han

Standard Recovery +4 EN, 244103 | Recovery CD: 12 (+8 EN), Press the Attack Refreshed, Hyperactive CD {2/3} A slide of the newly formed sludge across her face, she'd grimace as she'd clear it off with her hand. "Gee good shooting tex, at least take me to dinner first." A wise cracked response toward @Wulfrin as the girl would start to hum. The vocal queues shift to a song but are cut short by a command from Raidou, the nod being the only real followable direction. "Heh, like the pointy stick?" Into her armor she rips out this transparent incandescent prism and tosses it haphazardly to the

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 244089, CD: 5 (No Proc), Hyperactive Refreshed, Press the Attack Fades, Press the Attack CD [2/3] The music was beginning to calm but not fade. Walking next to Raidou touching his arm causing a small shock through his arm, “Don’t pass out book boy,” saying as she listens to Celeste’s question. “OOOhhh this gonna be good,” moving slightly from the group and sitting on the ground with her armor clanking at every movement. Pulling out the back of marshmallows, there weren't very many left. Sprinkles must've gotten a hold of them, Shiina just shrugs at the t

*New Round, Turn Order Shift Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 244032, CD: 3 (No Proc), Hyperactive CD [2/3] Leaning down, shaking her butt in the air as she puts the remaining stuff in her chest piece. One could hear Sprinkles hissing, Shiina could feel him moving around sporadically, assumingly dodging what was dropped inside. Smacking her metal, “Stop that,” glancing back to the group with a huge over exaggerated deep breath. The day was growing longer and these peeps needed an upper. Tapping her foot, and with each tap a ripple of red. That beat gets faster, more pronounced as it s

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 244021, CD: 8 (+8 EN), Press the Attack Refreshed With a huge swallow, Shiina leans forward and starts whipping her hands on the ground. It didn’t get the sticky off it just managed to make those tiny little palms in metal black. Shrugging, a hum began to permeate from the lips as eyes wandered to each individual. It seemed as though Simmone’s breath was a bit worse for wear, Raidou could use an upper and Celeste was breathing heavily. Even the red head looked like she could use it the most, the merchant was the dramatic one. Walking up to the woman plac

Combat Ends Here, Rhino's Horn Reset, Standard Recovery +4 EN, Press the Attack CD [2/3], Hyperactive Refreshed Watching the people on the boulder intensely, there was nothing coming out, at least for the moment. “YUUUSSSSS,” as she starts digging through her bag and chest piece. Running to one of the lava pits with those tiny arms full of a bunch of stuff. Dropping the randomness on the ground and she starts quickly spreading them out. Tearing the bag of marshmallows open makes them go all over. Seeing charcoal coated mallows, they were going to be roasted anyway. “It will burn faster,”