Simmone

“Felix, I told you to stay home. Sometimes you're just so,” a large snoring sound as she drags Shiina behind her with a thick rope tied around the girl's armored frame. Twisting the loop one more time around Simmone’s hand. “Really wish you’d just wake up already,” saying in an irritated voice. Pulling the child through the sands that they frequented every morning. It was clear that Shiina was not a morning person. Seeing Sprinkle hop out of the chest piece, “Felix,” before Simmone could say anything else the cat was already on his ass, biting down on the scruff on his neck. Felix hops on Shii

Her face finding itself numb with the tingle to which she could not fathom having once again. Arm outstretched it lends itself off the backside of the counter, as she leans her porcelain like skin using the thing like a pillow. The glass at her side purged completely of the red nectar that the bar had so graciously supplied. She was curbing the thought of a nap in this warm blanket of comfort, before a manacle is latched around her wrist. "I'm fine believe me, just go. I need a couple of minutes." Simmone brushes with an outstretched hand dismissively before she's yanked from the stool with a

On the swordsman’s left flank, a woman clad in leather from head to toe. Strapped to her hip was a brilliant gold shine of her rapier. Thin fingers tighten the ponytail holding her hair out of her face and hopefully out of all the crap it could be dipped or splashed with in the coming battles. Such was the foolish bath-inducing ways of following Nisa, as Shiina referred to her as. Speaking of the devil incarnate, that child was keeping pace with her just as equal despite the clear height difference. “So what's on today’s agenda? Dragons, Golems again? How about a sewer?” The woman respond

A Drink on The House | 243584, CD: 9 -> Dry, Red Wine A glass of wine stuck quite readily in spades upon the countertop. "After today, don't mind if I do." like the many she kept at the odyssey, Simmone well welcomed something she understood. Plucking it up by the stem she nursed the thing with a couple of swirls before it went down the hatch. The familiar taste, a decent aging and not too acidic. Nothing out of the ordinary... At first. But that telltale function of the stuff that she had long missed. The burning in her stomach that turned to butterflies, and her face flashed hot. "Oh

Travel Back | 243580, LD: 14 -> Only you hear a murder of crows cawing your name over and over from the trees above. You swear one calls you by your real world name. But there are no crows. Or anything, as far as you can see. The wheel in place, Simmone starts to push it along with Raidou being one of the bigger party members. She wasn't exactly the strongest among the guild yet it was about akin to pushing a shopping cart. The wagon was doing most of the work. "Not much going on, I'd expected ghost pirates or something by now." Admitting to Raidou on her left, given that was the gener

Unloading the Cargo | 243576, LD:13 -> You hear a voice that only you can hear. It speaks in tongues but you understand. Terrible things whispered into your ear, Once you depart from the vessel, the voice is no longer with you. Helping Raidou with the cart, the quest would appear at first glance to be no different then most. The sheer amount of delivery quests they'd undertaken confirmed it, despite their differing surroundings. Out of all, these usually were the easiest and Simmone welcomed the simplicity. Third up, she would ensure that Shiina didn't wander into who knows where and f

Pulling the strands of her hair apart to shove her pony tighter together, Simmone's heels click upon the wood. It is disheartening, the way it creeks makes her feel as though it is on the brink of giving way. Yet even still, she keeps pace with the others. Shortly into the door after the wanderer. Her nose would scrunch up. "This place reeks." as the potent fragrance of rot and dried something assault her nose. Couple that with the wet murk from outside and it was a world of bad flavors. A twist of her frame as she'd use both hands to raise a panel of wood and help herself behind the bar. The

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236991, CD: 4 (No Proc) With the acknowledgment that this task could be done and not just an impossible task her mood started to look up. It was like gears were actually starting to turn. Taking a deep inhale sorta wishing that it was off her pipe but in battle it was nearly impossible. Seeing more spawn, just as quickly her thin blade was up and putting them down just as fast. They were so easy to kill, the treasure was bad but the aftermath was going to be worth it. Simmone starts thinking about the wine and bubble bath again. Weirdl

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236959, CD: 12 (+8 EN), Hyperactive Fades, Combat Ended Rhino Horns Reset Small charcoal fragments crush under the heels. Brushing her bangs back, they glued to her head causing a disgusted sound to escape her lips. I was clear that she didn’t want to be in this environment any more. If they get the heart out of that thing then they get to leave. All they had to figure out was how. As she started thinking of all the scenarios that blade goes up and slices everything that just spawned. They burst into nothing as the chest of the creatu

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236919, CD: 10 (+8 EN), Combat Ended (Rhino's Horn Reset) Simmone could help but chuckle, there was no way to tell her that the volcano blast was just a happenstance without killing the buzz that the girl was very much on. Slicing a large X marks the spot, just wishing something good would come out of these buggers. They were clearly coming from the large limp creature so why was their loot pool not great in comparison. She was hot, sweaty and annoyed at the fact that it didn’t seem like they were leaving anytime soon. Closing her eyes

*Somehow the number got fucked up in my loot calculator, not sure how but recalculated Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236881, CD: 7 (+8 EN) Maybe they would just eventually fade, or the creature laying on the ground would burst and the heart would just fall to the ground, game over. A few slices through the air toward the evil spawns from hell and it was over. Each pop like bubbles floating in the sky. Wiping her forehead, it was drenched. Gross thinking as her next thought was a long hot soapy bath that she would spend hours in just so that she would not smell th

*Optimal Rotation Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236854, CD: 3 (No Proc), Hyperactive Fades Following the bouncing that the creatures were doing in the air, it was making her a bit dizzy. The moment they were aligned, a strike was made short work of. Making them into a shish kabob on her blade, “I would not eat you if you were the last thing on earth,” commenting in a disturbing voice as they burst letting the dead weight vanish. “Great, now I’ve just lost my appetite for a month.” Shaking her head, stepping back from the fallen golem. If something was going to ha

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: ?, CD: ? (No Proc) “Oh my, not at all what I expected,” taking her jacket off now and pulling the rapier out. No longer feeling like she was in quicksand, that weapon burst to life as the hissing, spitting cats began to gather together heading toward the group that collected in a group formation. The when was unknown but there was no time to question the actions of her party members. Putting her pipe away, walking forward slicing her thin blade through the air in a multi point star action as the sword art triggers and explodes every on

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery: 236827, CD: 7 (+8 EN) The environment was left silent, all that could be heard was the waves and Shiina’s random outburst of excitement and of course the tantrum the weather was giving. Pulling on the long leather tapestry, pulling it against her chest covering her bits. Starting to get annoyed that no matter how well prep for these adventures went, it was still always the wrong stuff for the job. Glancing around the empty soaked sands that her heels now sunk deeper into. Even though the heavy rains clouded her vision slightly, there w

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery: 236804, CD: 1 (No Proc) The gust of wind causes Simmone’s ponytail to sporadically swirl in every direction. Pushing her bangs out of her eyes now to see still very little. The giant thing was barely moving, this could be seen as it was glowing with a bright red silhouette saying -hey I’m here kill me-, making the mistresses plunge more effective in her opinion. A moving target was always harder to hit than a still one. Giving a grimace smile as the tip of the rapier pierces easily through the subject causing it to burst into nothing but small little sha

Glancing at the sight, it was like Gaius just absorbed the winds to use them for his own accord. That has never been done before, at least to her knowledge and Simmone knew quite a bit. Twisting that blade inside her palm as her vision becomes blurred by the turmoil that fills the air. Walking straightforward to find Gaius and Celeste who was fighting to get blasted away by the strong gusted area. Simmone’s hair was fluttering out of control even with it being in a hair tie. There was much to learn from this, pulling her Rapier back and thrusting it inside the thin layer of skin from the crab.

A puff of smoke, there after a yawn and what sounded like horrific music being played in the back of the shop. Simmone knew that Shiina was not that bad so it could only be Sam. Weird when did she start that. Walking to the desk to get ready to do inventory thinking that Sam was slacking off again, there was a neat stack of papers marked today's date and check marks with numbers by the audited items. How late had Sam been up, did she even sleep. It would be clear that morning duties would be done so she would meet the others in the sands. Wondering just what they would be facing today, last ti

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Horn of Battle +2 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive CD {2/3}, Recovery | 235461, CD: 2 (No Proc) The ping from the womans HUD would allow her to act, and with Shiina's blessing the woman fires like a meteor. Her heels click in ever increasing pace, before her rapier would carry her the rest of the way. Raking the top of the creatures body as it lay skewered, narrowly missing Raidou's planted straight sword with her lancing. The damage burns bright, removing the last bit of strength from the Demilich. It would lose the will to resist, and within moments of that da

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Horn of Battle +2 EN, Recovery | 235446, CD: 6 (No Proc) Fighting her own exhaustion, finding her weapon surge with light. It was clear that despite how treacherous this had become, they were still in the thick of this mess together. A sharp inhale tries to fight her breath stable, she presses her hand into her own bosom and sees a wave of cold spread out from the point of contact. Her bet was being placed on herself, like a show of faith in their groups capability. Simmone would not be fleeing this encounter, as she'd stare daggers at the towering figure in a bla

*Optimal Turn Order Shift Standard Recovery +4 EN, Horn of Battle +2 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery | 235428, CD: 6 (No Proc), Hyperactive Fades Locking eyes with Raidou as the woman would move to greet him. "I'm fine, problems?" The black lotus applies in a mischievous twist to her tone, looking over this now three legged lizard. It was torn apart yet even still it seemed to be trying to get back up. Knowing full well given its stature it was the lord of this chamber, Simmone allows her weapon to burn angrily in violet. A singular punch of the edge into its eye would see it driven dee

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Horn of Battle +2 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery | 235420, CD: 6 (No Proc) As Raidou would cut the gap and Celeste and Kasumi kept the heavier foe busy, Simmone was free to adjust her positioning. Scampering in behind Raidou's back as he'd block a few blows quite readily, her rapier would ripen into a flash of purple across the gilded edge. Linked to the tip it would surge into a blaze, and with a pivot around Raidou's body she'd lance out connecting with one of the swords. It snaps at the point of impact, sending the top half clattering to the floor. Without a m

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 235404, CD: 1 (No Proc), Crystal of Divine Light Used Simmone would blink a few times as the creature huffed and puffed cold air from its lungs. There was so much happening all at once that she just wanted to go home to smoke, a very high possibility of drinking even though it didn’t do much. Just the act of doing it made her feel better sometimes. Stabbing her Rapier quickly into its chest as it was still low enough to reach, the beast fell to the ground in an almost laying down position. Shiina was hugging it and petting its head, as Nisahime walked r

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 235387, CD: 3 (No Proc), Crystal of Divine Light Used, Charge Refreshed Shaking her head a bit to regain her vision already feeling the coldness upon her body with a shiver to follow. Blinking as she glanced up to find, “Dragons, what an interesting sight. Wait where are we?” glancing over to tall mountains surrounding the area they were in. They seemed to be in a large open field covered in layers of snow, her boots sunk in just above her ankles, mid calf. Screeching in the skies before they start diving right toward the group, seemingly aiming right f

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 235378, CD: 3 (No Proc), Crystal of Divine Light Used, Charge CD {2/3} Simmone couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Kasumi was freaking out about such a small thing. Walking to her, twisting her rapier in a circular motion. Swiping her weapon just a few times before they disperse. There were a few missing though, glancing around the sands. In the distance they could be seen scampering toward Raidou. “Hmm, that is that then” knowing that they were going to soon meet their death with a giant blade. Moving her shoulders around now to stretch a bit, sti