Simmone

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 234582, CD: 3 (No Proc), Charge CD {2/3} With a moment's notice seeing the dog-like appearance fall to the snow, Simmone does not hesitate in piercing that creature's flesh. A few jabbing strikes find it burst into nothing. “Good, it's dead and it's clear that this woman doesn't want to be followed. Can we get the hell out of here?” her attention shifts to Raidou who gives a deep sign against the stormy winds. A huff of breath can be seen as he speaks and explains that they will be heading to Ugzeke. With confirmation Simmone would pull out a teleport c

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 234569, CD: 10 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed Simmone could start to feel her boots sinking a bit, the violent winds against her arms. “I did not sign up for this cold” saying as she hears what sounds like dogs and sees Celeste cut a few of them down. Seeing only a glimpse of a blue translucent animal that prey upon the group. Suddenly hearing a deeper growl from the distance. I would be clear that they were no alone in this crazy deep misted freezing area. Carefully looking around, not wanting to leave the group's side, simply put, getting lost was not on h

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 234542, CD: 10 (+8 EN), Charge CD {2/3} Simmone thought that this was going to be another fight but instead it was a cake walk. “Felix would eat you alive.” Walking quickly, sinking her boots in the soggy sand. May have to make that appointment with Anton sooner rather than later. Poking the snails making a shish kabob on her rapier. “Wish I could take you home for my kitty” saying before they all pop free into little shards. Glancing toward Raidou, the man was having a stare down with the woman. Wandering what that was about, guess she would just have

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 234531, CD: 7 (+8 EN) Knowing that it was Kasumi that just hit it because of the pink petals that fall slowly across the creature. It moves slightly toward her and Simmone’s Rapier glows before she stabs it twice quickly where she did before hoping that it would scoot the other way. Simmone did not want this thing anywhere near her, just got her suit dry cleaned and she did not want to spend more money to do it again. Anton was not cheap, would give him any excuse to gloat more, that was her job. Maybe she would make Sam do it, that girl was always goin

That man really has a way with that spear of his. Kasumi seemed to make a weak point on the things side. Walking fast, as to not miss the opportunity, pulling back her rapier like she was jousting. Piercing that small red circle of a glow twice seeing it wince back. One of many attacks that she would put in. Its pincers were starting to snap in random intervals. Simmone simply scoots back, heels digging into the sands that were now drenched from the waves. Seeing Raidou out of the corner of her eye, sparks bouncing off his weapon as he blocks the blows coming his way. Was the attacks made towa

Putting her coat on, “Are you sure you can handle taking inventory” calling out to Sam. A simple nod from the girl as she nurses a cup of coffee in both hands. These past few weeks, Sam has actually been proving to be more helpful. Not entirely sure what had changed, Simmone was just glad to have her back. It was becoming a bit overwhelming without the girl. Petting Felix for a moment who was sitting on the desk and grabbing her rapier before heading out. When Simmone walks out, Sam takes another sip of coffee, grabs a clip board and heads into the treasury. The Black Lotus was wondering why s

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 233734, CD: 7 (+8 EN), Charge CD {1/3} Simmone would follow suit with the rest of her team, as an omen of foes loomed on the horizon. Their current encounter would need to finish sooner rather then later, and with that acknowledgement she offers a piercing blow with her saber through the creatures upper fin, to the handle before dragging it back out. A sickly black ichor oozes from the hole, vaguely conveying the red light beneath it before its blotched out by this facsimile of blood. Where really it was some sort of toxin present on her weapons, or ski

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 233723, CD: 12 (+8 EN) Rolling back to her feet, Simmone looks past the red glowing scratch on her cheek. Clambering for the rapier in the water, she rips it up past her waist and offers it a flick. A surge of power jumps down to the handle, starting from the point in a stark purple. That energy carries the woman into the target that assailed her, and with an impale of her weapon she twists and slides it free. A blackened ichor pours from the wound, and with a snap of her right hand sees it spread aggressively to other targets nearby. From that effect,

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 233710, CD: 11 (+8 EN) As the party piled down the small set of stairs, they were all met with the weirdest of sights. Simmone would express her feelings "This is new, you think its safe?" as Gaius would saunter out, without a single semblance of concern. The floor wasn't even visible, what if it was open air? Her hand clamps to her face, as she shakes her head in disagreement. Following along the daisy chain as one by one they follow suit, clearly having a ground to stand upon. They only manage out so far, maybe ten or so feet before they were immediat

Standard Recovery +4 EN Swarming the space like hornets, the players fanning out and looking for any strands or evidence of the white haired woman. Raidou seemed fixated, and she'd take note of it. As she does smaller crabs begin to worm themselves out near her feet. "Seriously?" She'd just look down at the pathetic raking against her heeled boots. They couldn't even break the leather on them. A light flick of her foot sees it topple backward and its little legs wiggle. They all appeared just like Sand's Claw yet were nothing more then the tiniest percent of the creatures size. She'd look

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Rhino Horn's Reset, Trolls Blood Reset As Sand's claw expires a sudden silence would claim the beach, and as Simmone looks around there wasn't much to see. The quiet waves of the shore, the simple serenity that was interrupted prior that they had once enjoyed or at least tried to. Moreover the curious fact, the white haired woman was missing. Her eyes would lock to her companions and this is the point where they would start to fan out. Again she'd somehow given them the slip, and the whole point of this endeavor was to keep tabs on her movements and try to watch h

A thin slip of the small rapier on her right hip, held limply in her left as she'd sigh in an exhaustion filled expression. Inhaling and exhaling, it would appear that again they were back to this constant charade of beating the hell out of whatever random thing popped up out of the woodwork, angry and threatened given they'd wandered into its territory. Despite all of their best efforts to understand the woman they still knew so very little. It was always her popping up some odd room, random structure or worming around in some old pile of garbage like she knew where she was going. Those same

A silent whisk across the beach, Simmone keeps pace with Griswold. Her arms folded across her chest, supporting her upper half upon them. Before now she'd more then handled her daily commerce, moving to using the rest of her time doing something else. As well as merchant work was relevant, and could be fun lately it had become a bit monotonous given it was becoming harder and harder to make new connections or contacts. Each attempt saw her moving further and further up the floors, and farther from any warp gate. But this was what Firm Anima was founded upon, yet it looked like new prospects we

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery 230124 | CD: 6 (No Proc), Vicious Stomp Fades The languished flesh and battered bodies of her enemies lay strewn about as their strength is drained from their bodies. Even the largest among them could not collect up enough to find their feet. The forces that came off Shiina were a bit unnerving, like waves of heat but with no burn. That striking platinum blonde mop, and this catches in Simmone's head. This was familiar, and Shiina has always had a power like this. It reminded her of the sewers when her own untapped potential surged to t

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery 230080 | CD: 11 (+8 EN) Right on Raidou's heels, Simmone bounds down the stairs as fast as her feet could carry her. The black cat struggled to keep pace but manages to close the gap once conflict occurred in the entryway. "Go!" Simmone barks to the wanderer as she flourishes her weapon and strikes out against the dark, finding something solid attached to the yellowed eyes. It hisses like a serpent as she feels the weapon in her grasp vibrate. Lifting a heeled boot up, she plants it firmly on her foe and rips free the piercing tool. A whip back and she sn

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery 230064 | CD: 6 (No Proc), Charge Refreshed As the entire battlefield becomes nothing more a replica of floor 4, Simmone is lost within that fog. It causes the woman to seek out her companions, and for a few good minutes there she is lost completely. Eventually it fades, revealing only Setsuna overlooking what was once their foe. A decrepit looking thing barely clinging onto the strands of life it had left. The girl with her weapon sheathed, stares down at it with the most sickening intent. Moving up to her shoulder, Simmone turns her rapier. "You really d

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery 230056 | CD: 6 (No Proc) Running past Setsuna, Simmone aims to make due on the merciless overload and distraction of constant attacks. That insistent and unceasing pressure allows Simmone to close the gap, her heeled boots clapping upon the stonework of this misshapen and shattered tower. A single flame snuffed out as she moves past, her weapon flicking back to center as she pivots to avoid a raking claw. Continuing the twirl, she rotates three quarters of the way and dumps three nasty stabs into the creature's upper arm. They don't appear like much, as S

Left hand rips toward her right hip, clasping the handle of an awaiting estoc. Long slender fingers wrap around the cross guard and find themselves into the rings as her grip loosens and she draws the point up with a quick whip. Simmone provides it a gentle sweep and it seems to fuel the thing with a purple surge. The ticking of her stamina bar eludes to the power provided, and once it builds down the entire length of her weapon. The woman shifts and points it limply toward her target. Shifting her weight forward sees the system fire off, and this causes her to catapult forward. The violet lin