Simmone

10/26/21 (Witches Brew [Remaining: 2] & Draught of Seer Used) Keep: T4 Perfect Weapon #199268b ID:199268b (T4/Weapon/Perfect) BD: CD: LD: 199348 4 11 20 Damage/Accuracy 199349 6 11 4 Taunt/Keen 199350 3 10 16 Damage/Accuracy Reroll #1 - Slot #1 Reroll

10/24/21 ID'd: 8/13/20

Hyperactive CD [2/3] Choosing to let whatever Shiina was doing, just happen. Flourishing the rapier up toward her face, as she catches Kasumi making her ascent into one of the many heads. The armor adorning it breaks off under the girl's foot, and Simmone's rapier begins to glow. Allowing the weapon to carry her with an almost supersonic speed, it slides in without any resistance. "Hello my dear, having fun? You don't mind if I join you?" a smile is reciprocated between them. The massive sausage begins to shake and shift, and Simmone uses her heel to rip clean the edge. Veins like cracks

Hyperactive CD [1/3] Standing near arm and arm with Shiina when the girl simply becomes a speaker. Simmone looks on to the child almost in awe as her hair shifts colors, the gravity of whatever skill she was channeling tearing the entire world asunder. The sound itself, a cacophony of every genre imaginable, and yet strangely in rhythm. Caught completely off guard, Simmone takes a couple curious steps to give the girl her distance. A roaring beast, seeming drowned out under the anthem, drawing voices from seemingly nowhere. A spark, in the back of her mind, at how the child resembled that

► Double or Nothing Cost: 10 SP Free Action Requirements: [Hyperactive] Mod Effect: 'Tethers' the user to one other member of the party, The User can bestow all of their respective EN restoration (Passive, Recovery, etc.) to the player they are 'tethered' to. Description: The best way to win a war, is to do so without lifting a finger. Instead, place your confidence in those that can and spin odds in their favor. Who cares if you're rigging the outcome, that's half the fun.

9/22/21 (Witches Brew Consumed, 0 Remaining, Draught of the Seer in effect) Keep T4 Perfect Weapon #198559a ID:198559a (T4/Weapon/Perfect) BD: CD: LD: 198823 7 2 18 Damage/Accuracy 198824 9 6 6 Taunt/Keen 198825 10 7 12 Vampiric (Offensive)/Envenom (Offensive) Reroll #1 -

9/21/21 (Witches Brew Consumed, 1 Remaining, Draught of the Seer in effect) Keep: Liquidate: T4's: 6*Perfect (3,040*6=18240 Col) Rerolls: 6*First Reroll: 6000 Col 6*Second Reroll: 12000 Col 6*Third Reroll: 24000 Col 6*Fourth Reroll: 48000 Col Total Attempts: 30 Total Cost: 108240 Col Exp: 188

"Mind if I cut in?" Simmone asks of the blonde tank, slinking over with a slide as her weapon is freed. The enemies still slowed like stuck in syrup, her fingertips on her right hand glow gold as she raises them. A snap of her fingers sees a tether lock onto Sam and force her energy to skyrocket, all before Simmone plants her rapier through another. "They're thinning, we've almost put them down." The black cat quips taking a quick scan of a field of enemies being destroyed by the legion. A column of flames explodes at her side, a fury unheard and close enough she can feel the heat. There was s

Shiina seemed completely fine, and an outcry from those leading the charge. Simmone was lagging a bit behind, the silver metal rapier in her grasp still just a bit untamed in its power. It vibrates with energy, violet in violence. Her eyes flare in a vibrant reflection, a memory in a mirror still riddling her mind, but at this moment it was matched with forced clarity. Tearing through the air with a blade to carry her, a voluptuous frame with a needle sliding up to its hilt through an awaiting neck. "We still need to have a conversation." Simmone quips to Takeshi, he'd left her with a myriad q

Being ushered off to one side, as Freya is peeled onto her sofa. Her place to sit, and it was hers. She looks back with a disapproving glare, curled up in a rather interesting and mixed feeling sphere. The twins salute, having received orders from the general. They whisk off in a network of buzzing bees, peeling up objects requested out of nooks and crannies they had shoved them in. It was as if they were elves, sliding whole bodies into these spaces, akin to mice in a hole. A tap on her ankle, one that was like static to the system. It startles Simmone, but for a moment as her gaze jumps

"Well now, do you think you can stomach it?" Kurayama contested the tone, the adamancy that Freya was eluding. Another flash of insight, of times torn away, punch back into her skull in a rapid tear. To the others, all they would see is an intense stare exchanged between the two. "At least it's finally obvious." Tuatha speaks in a tired tone, a bit egotistical but sincere slightly. "This world has enough heroes." He scoffed as he twists his head to look at Freyd and the woman still troubled behind him. "I'll stay as I am, thanks. But perhaps my work is finally done." A sharp chuckle, one that

A sharp cord bleeds from the songstress after a few choice words from Eruda, one that draws a huge ring with symbols upon the floor. It catches the black cat completely off guard, as her head twists to gaze at Shiina. "Where did you...?" Two make it up to that ring, which causes Simmone to cut that sentence short abruptly. As they touch its glowing perimeter, they begin to fumble and falter. A high pitch whir and a few simple steps sees Simmone close that gap to a weakened foe. A snap of her fingers sees the sound of metallic chains and a clank, like cuffs being locked shut. She drives that bl

How she had been dragged into this mess was beyond her, Simmone slowly draws a thin sliver of metal from her hip. A glance down to the steel blue haired girl at her side. "You ready for this?" Simmone sounded almost concerned as she took to repairing an off kilter piece of her plate armor on correctly. This was bound to be one hell of a fight, and it wouldn't be an easy one. But as she started to glance around, more members than she'd first noticed were here. In a multitude of different hues and personalities. A dangling strand of black hair shifts over her shoulder as she twists her upper hal

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A shift of the tone in the room, as a second manifestation of darkened desire found its way within the platinum mirror to keep the first company. A recitement of words from that other, coined Montjoy by a man who was becoming even more of an enigma to a woman who hardly knew him. Her eyes shift to him, an incitement of something that feigned importance but was lost on her. It sounded like poetry, or an opera. She'd glance through him, and see multiple people stand within that mirror in a grouping, some existent and some not. Kurayama, Freya barely standing, Freyd or Takeshi? and the thing that

8/23/21 (Witches Brew Consumed, 2 Remaining, Draught of the Seer in effect) Keep: T4 Rare Armor/Shield #197067b ID:197067b (T4/Heavy Armor/Rare) BD: CD: LD: 198360 2 2 3 Regen/Recovery 198361 1 3 15 Mitigation/Taunt Reroll #1 - 198362 5 6 14 2 Simmone ID:197067b (T4/Heavy Armor/Rare) - Slot 1 Reroll (Regen/Recovery)

A turn of that image's head, an intense stare through Freya. "You know, you're right!" it responds with a snap of its fingers, causing Freya's EN bar to empty out to 0. Likely to cause her to collapse, winded. His clothes take on something more regal and embroidered, a small fluff of cloth around the collar and sleeves akin to that of royalty. A wide grin as it looks down at the blonde now on a kneel before him at the base of the mirror. Pressing his hands against the opening showing, his palms pressed flat as if against a glass fish tank. "So eager to learn everything, well perhaps since she'

Eyes ablaze with the witches draught, burning bright in a way that would make Hel blush. "Look Closer." The words came off both with aggression and as a command. The mirror seemed utterly mundane, plain and unremarkable. But as the girl would look into it deeper, a pale black vapor would become visible in her reflection. Draining and drawing from her skin like steam in that copy within the echo she had left. A sharp chuckle that bleeds through the room as if it had an origin. Standing within the mirror, was no longer Freya but the thing she was seeking. He had become her, he had control of who

8/22/21 ID'd: 8/21/21

Her facial expression shifts, from a smile to something clearly more serious with a mix of despair. "That is because I didn't want to finish the conversation." Simmone snaps outside her normal aura. Her brother was an exposed nerve, one that she still wasn't at complete terms with. Still completely confused and lost in what exactly had transpired between her and the blonde, and yet so nonchalantly dropped like yesterday's dirty laundry. Kurayama wasn't just something she could erase, and moreover it bothered her that Freya just wished to dig him up. Arms crossed, as if giving herself a much-ne

Sliding back into her room and plucking free the resting cigarette holder, lighting the end and taking a harsh pull from the device. A wave of smoke pours out her nose and mouth with an exhale. Her right hand finds her temple, rubbing it softly. "Clothes?" Simmone remarked the phrase as a question, still hung on the fact that the buffoon managed to court anyone. Although Freya seemed oddly fitting, they were both slightly akin to neanderthals. "Such orders may take some time to obtain, it is hardly something quick to slap together. Curious still, Gaius and you." Her eyes shift to Freya with th

8/21/21 ID'd: 6/23/21 Moved to Guild Vault ID'd: 8/21/21 Moved to Guild Vault

8/21/21 (Witches Brew Consumed, 4 Remain. Crafting Respite in Effect) Keep: Liquidate: Broken Down: T1's: 5*Rare (320*5=1600 Col) 3*Perfect (640*3=1920 Col) T4's: 2*Perfect (3,040*2=6080 Col) Rerolls: 8*First Reroll: 8000 Col 8*Second Reroll: 1600 Col 2*Third Reroll: 8000 Col 2*Fourth Reroll: 16000 Col Total Attempts: 30 Total Cost: 43200 Col Exp: 145

"Break it, you buy it." Simmone offered a quizzical and aloof statement, eyeing the sudden outburst within the confines of her store. It seems that one of the guilds loudmouths had offered themselves to the interior. Maru slides past with a tray containing an empty kettle, it was far too early for the girl's insistent screaming. She'd caught only the murmurs of conversation from her chamber, assuming that perhaps it was the girls or Sam dealing with a customer, and yet this is what she found instead. A soft bat of an eyelash, one filled with curiosity and a bit dreary. A soft marble like

That tinge of intrigue Simmone wasn't a stranger to, the piece had caught the girl's eye the moment they'd fell upon the armor. The way her fingers played with the material before attempting to hand it back, Simmone takes another sharp drag. "You can keep it if you'd like." The black cat toyed with a coy turn of phrase. "That will be all Moro, thank you." The Blue haired girl folds into a bow and dismisses herself, leaving the armor in Hidden's clutches. "The best answers are the ones that lead to further questions. My answers are nothing more than a guiding point to what you must answer yours