Simmone

"Now you get to kill things, we are here for support. Go wild and get those materials your way." Simmone explains in a manner she hoped he would understand leading the group outside the walls of Tolbana with a soft point toward the starting city, they were headed to floor 2 to collect materials as the creatures here would to be weak to produce for them any longer. Breaking into the walls of the city and using the warp gate, Simmone takes the group to Floor 2. The mountains blotting out most of the sky, trees as far as the eye could see outside the city of Urbus. Leaving the gates behind, taking a few careful glances behind to make sure the rest were in tow they head into the deeper sections just outside the safe zone looking for a query for Gaius to slay and pick clean for his mission.

Keeping her eyes peeled in the fields surrounding the village, eagerly awaiting Gaius to get his rear in gear. A few passing combs of the perimeter seems to yield little of worth, it appears that the village had been picked pretty easily by the players skittering about. Green markers matched to cheers and revelry under a burning star overhead, bright blue sky shown to eliminate the notions of the hell they were trapped within. Simmone loses faith in finding anything of value out here, moving in to see Gaius planted in the center of the village.

"Your here, you get your damn quest?" Simmone was asked here by the guild master and despite Gaius's difficult to get along with personality she was tasked to see him through his profession acquisition and intended to do just that.

"Here, Raidou wanted me to give you these. He was convinced gathering wasn't going to be your style so we splurged a bit for these to offset that and allow you to do what it is...you do instead." Tossing a small collection of items to him eager to get this over with.

Simmone Gives Gaius Ultra Prosperous Hotdog (T1/Perfect/Food) +3 Prosperity

Simmone Gives Gaius Golem's Strength Potion (T1/Rare/Potion) +2 Base Damage

ID# 136351 results: Loot: 2

Junk Sell:

Here
ID: 136329 | Crafting | CD: 6 (5, +1) | Tier 1 Uncommon Crafted Trinket |  >>
ID: 136330 | Crafting | CD: 10 (9, +1) | Tier 1 Rare Crafted Trinket |  >>
ID: 136334 | Crafting | CD: 7 (6, +1) | Tier 1 Uncommon Crafted Trinket |  >>
ID: 136335 | Crafting | CD: 10 (9, +1) | Tier 1 Rare Crafted Trinket |  >>
ID: 136336 | Crafting | CD: 7 (6, +1) | Tier 1 Uncommon Crafted Trinket |  >>
ID: 136337 | Crafting | CD: 7 (6, +1) | Tier 1 Uncommon Crafted Trinket |  >>
ID: 136338 | Crafting | CD: 7 (6, +1) | Tier 1 Uncommon Crafted Trinket |  >>
ID: 136341 | Crafting | CD: 10 (9, +1) | Tier 1 Rare Crafted Trinket |  >>
ID: 136343 | Crafting | CD: 10 (9, +1) | Tier 1 Rare Crafted Trinket |  >>
ID: 136344 | Crafting | CD: 10 (9, +1) | Tier 1 Rare Crafted Trinket |  >>

Uncommon: (5*100=500)

Rare: (5*200=1000)

Grand Total: 1500*Col, 10 Merchant Exp

Quickly retrieving trays from the floor and the surrounding cupboards and cabinets, the girls moved to Night in tandem with a solemn decree "Aye Aye!~" as they spoke together like an echo. Small rotating circles around her like wolves with prey, their faces plastered with smiles as they retrieved items one by one and begin to offer them to the cardinal one by one in flashes of light. The display was somewhere between outlandish and comical, before it finalized to two trays carried by the girls with equal portions of bagged coin littered about the surface.

Simmone exited her threshold, the second entrance to her shop today it seems as though business was booming. The girls had it handled, Simmone took to the frame of her space in the shops interior. "What is your name young one?" Simmone asked to add her to her ledger, as she did with her other visitors.

Junk-selling the following: 

Uncommon: (5*100=500)

Rare: (5*200=1000)

Grand Total: 1500*Col, 10 Merchant Exp

Given to Raidou to craft potions:

16*T1 Materials

Given to Raidou to fulfill Night's Order:

16*T1 Materials

Junk Sale:

Here

625*Dungeon Maps (T1/Consumable/Uncommon)

For:

31250*Col (625*50=31250)

A slight bit of intrigue, the guy knew what he was doing. Simmone with respect in his manipulation, a smile almost toothed drug across her mouth. "I think I can handle this for you, after all it's what I do." Moving above the collection of them in a hefty stack like a phone book of paper, vanishes in a flash of gold as she activates her skill to scrap them with a snap of her finger. Replaced in a drop of bagged coin, half the size of the original one. "The task is complete, I owe you a great deal...One more thing, your name if you would grace me with such a trivial sum?"

Simmone wanted his name in her ledger, someone with such an insight into the system especially in the system tied to her profession could prove useful and It wouldn't hurt to have a name to such a useful face.

Simmone Junk Sells 625*Dungeon Maps (T1/Uncommon/Consumable)

Oscar Obtains 31250*Col

Simmone Obtains 625 Exp

Oscar is Now Reputation 3

The girls lost their mind, skittering about in a flurry not sure how to process such an order. Retrieving trays and ripping maps off the shelves in a frenetic display of tomfoolery. Simmone having just awoken for the morning, holding a cigarette rod and exiting her chamber wanted to check what the commotion was about. "Girls what in the lord..." Simmone exits the chamber into the foyer as Moro and Maru lose their minds collecting the vast quantity of maps from all the nooks and crannies they've been stashed. "Mistress he wants..." Moro, the blue-haired one runs to her side out of breath with a pause before continuing "625 maps." Simmone tilts her head, a bit confused with a raised brow before taking a drag. "Well then continue...must not keep the man waiting."

625*Dungeon maps T1 Purchased for 62500 Col

Oscar Obtains 625*Dungeon Maps (T1/Uncommon/Consumable)

Simmone Gains 1875 Exp

Looking over the emerald Kasumi pulled free Simmone's appraisal boots up and gives her a read "Tier one, as expected given the floor. Durability 55/55. It should hold up to being processed, well done Kasumi." Simmone quickly speaks through the attributes of the item with a flare of light claiming her retina as the skill boots and fades. It seemed Kasumi had this node fine, Simmone hears Gaius making a ruckus in the distance and moves to intercept pulling her rapier not sure what to expect. Taking note of the player's cursor its green, but Gaius is on edge like a bull seeing red. "Come on dear, leave that brute to claim it. What are you doing out here?" Simmone remarks, in her thickened accent (OOC: Simmone is french :3) to the blonde girl. Simmone would let the girl speak but surely it was earning a living as this was becoming pretty commonplace as Simmone had helped five others prior.

ID# 136220 results: Loot: 1+1= Failure!

"Mind If I join you?" Simmone remarked taking to the orange-haired monk's side and peering through the stone she'd been working feverishly upon looking for some gemstones of use. Gaius was being just as rambunctious as usual, galavanting through the treelines. While tearing away at the stone beside the monk in white linen uniform, Simmone shoves her hand into one of the small openings but cannot get her hand to fit down and retrieve the small aught contained within it. After a few seconds of attempting to get her hand past the opening decides to leave this gem to Kasumi to retrieve and her attentions jump to the male moving around them.

ID# 136158 results: Loot: 11+1, Failure!

"Anything of note?" Simmone called out to the polearm boy hopping from tree to tree like an ape. The last time they paraded these fields a massive storm riddled the place turning it into a swamp, Simmone wasn't too particular at continuing if it meant she'd be stuck in a drizzle once again.

Given to Kasumi to Fulfill Quinn's Order:

10*T1 Materials

Gemini Thread End

Coming out of the forest near the falls of the sage, to the prying eyes of; Gaius, Shiina and Griswold she's spent after facing herself. Stepping up to Shiina as she removes the plate from her arm and then retracting the orange vials of fluid from her bag she hands the bottles to the girl. "Its up to you now, don't worry he will be there for you." Simmone explains as she unbuckles the straps and removes the silver plate from her arm a bit reluctantly given its protection but follows orders as she hands it to Shiina. Then she makes a choice, to show the same faith the boy did. "Here, take this and stick it to them. Let my eyes be yours." wanting to do the same as Raidou had showing her belief in his actions.

Simmone hands Shiina 2*Immolation Potion

Simmone hands Swordsman's Bracer to Shiina

Simmone hands Cat's Gaze to Shiina

Moving to the others, first to Gaius

Simmone hands Gaius 2*Immolation Potion

Then to the last, the large frame of Griswold Simmone finishes handing out the Immolation potions.

Simmone hands Griswold 2*Immolation Potion

Quest Complete:

1*SP (Thread Completion)

3*SP (Gemini Completion)

[Concentration Obtained] (Gemini Spared)

1000*Col (400 Thread/600 Quest)

The rain seems to have completely vanished, Simmone still soaked to the bone finds her way up the mountain with a little more trouble. Awaiting her is little Shiina and Gaius at the top of the mountain, wiping her face and clearing the trailing black liner from her cheeks she looks to Shiina “It’s on you now, and fret not for Raidou will protect you even when you feel alone.” Removing the gauntlet she hands the Swordsman’s Bracer along with her own ring to Shiina and takes a seat next to Gaius. “I’ll be with you child, show me what you’ve found. Fret not you can succeed.” Shiina starts her way into the tree line.

Simmone changes Swordsman’s Bracer [Heavy] for Black Cat's Jumpsuit [Light] 
Simmone unequips the Cat’s Gaze [Trinket] +3 Accuracy

Simmone gives Swordsman’s Bracer [Heavy] +27 Mitigation to Shiina
Simmone gives the Cat’s Gaze [Trinket] +3 Accuracy to Shiina
Simmone hands 2*Immolation potions to Shiina
Simmone hands 2*Immolation potions to Griswold
Simmone hands 2*Immolation potions to Gaius

“What the hell happened in there?” Gaius remarks to Simmone as she appears to have gone through hell as she hands Gaius his potions.

“Your tact boy can use some work, but I have to agree this time.” Griswold remarks at Simmone’s state as she hands him his immolation pots.

“I found out exactly what he intends, and Raidou intends to be the thing that stands between us and death…” Taking a seat at the foot of the falls awaiting the next phase and aiming to recover some of the exhaustion of the ordeal she has been through. Somewhere in the distance, a crash in the forest, out of sight echoes heavily as it crumbles.

ID# 135889 results: Looking for Chest

 Craft: 11

 Loot: 3 Failure

Simmone takes a seat as she processes exactly what has transpired, taking a soft look at the plate affixed to her left arm. It was clear that Raidou had pre-planned exactly what was to happen here, and despite her reluctance to follow behind him blindly he had no intention of putting her life at risk. 

Trying to make sense of her thoughts mixing around in her head, Simmonè realized that while sitting there, it was silent. Looking around her she realized that the storm that was there seconds ago… just stopped. With a small sigh, Simmonè gets to her feet saying “Off to the next member so you can help them as you have helped me” as she glances at the Swordsman’s Bracer and starts heading in the direction that was intending to head before the interruption. Mud splashing at every step still soaking wet decides at that moment that when everything is done, Simmonè will be taking a long hot bath to wash away what has happened today.

With its strength waning, the shadow form falls from its feet to a knee with a softened look to Simmone, as she stands over the top of the creature. Retracting her blade with spite and placing the point to her own reflection just above the heart as the creature spits at her with the following words.

“Do it, make me...me” 

Simmone glares and pretends to start to push the blade into its chest before she flourishes the blade and sheathes it. “No, your not separate from me.” Leaning over the creature with an extended left arm covered in Raidou’s plated glove. Simmone’s offered arm as if the guild master's arm to herself as if he was accepting her issues. “I get that, you’re a part of me, just the part I can’t help but hide and despise, I’ll just have to better than myself.” As she pulls ‘herself to its feet’ vanishing in a blueish light with a smile.

The strength of the heart required to face oneself has been made to manifest
Simmone has faced her other self
Simmone has obtained the resolve to overcome life’s hardships
 

The bleed procs, as it tears through half of the creatures remaining HP. Looking desperate it lunges against Simmone again, leaving her faith in the guild masters arm latched to hers like a shield the rapier of her other self tears across its surface in sparks leaving no scratch upon its surface. Immolation activates and the fire draws up the clones weapon and onto it burning away its strength. Dropping to one knee it looks to Simmone for what she had planned for it having been left on its last leg.

Simmone draws closer having easily bested the fight given how much the odds had been swayed to her, a careful plan to fruition.

Raidou, I think I understand...

Looking to the plate on her arm as she steps closer and places the point of her rapier to the shadow's chest softly weighing her options while the creature lies incapacitated.

ID#135888 results:

 Battle: 3+3 HIT

 Craft: 4

 Loot: 19

 MOB: 4+3 HIT!

Simmone: HP:77/80 EN:7/8, Damage: 2, Mitigation: 27, Accuracy +3, Immolation: 10 Unmit

Gemini: HP: 1/40, Damage: 20 [BD9-10: 24-28], Accuracy +3 (+4 First Attack) Mitigation: 7, Paralyze 1 (9-10) [SPARED!]

With newfound confidence as the creature retracts Simmone readies an art. The creature recovers from its cool down and follows her in a reflection of the same. Tearing across the field in a compounded mirror of yellow and purple they both connect with a crash of thunder and metal on metal. The glove activates and defends Simmone while the creature doesn't share the same luxury. Simmone takes a small tick of damage while the creature finds the end of her blade harshly. A jab that tears deep through its abdomen seeming to do little damage. But Simmone notices the small box of a stuck ailment appear next to the creatures targeting reticle. "Well, It seems you've thought of this..."

Flurrying her blade and retracting the red data from its surface as the creatures wound begins to widen. It would be only a few more moments, before the bleed kicked in.

 ID# 135887 results:

 Battle: 9 Minor Critical (Basic 3 Damage, Bleed 1)

 Craft: 4

 Loot: 10

 MOB: 3+3 HIT

Simmone: HP:78/80 EN:7/8, Damage: 2, Mitigation: 27, Accuracy +3, Immolation: 10 Unmit

Gemini: HP: 19/40, Damage: 20 [BD9-10: 24-28], Accuracy +3 (+4 First Attack) Mitigation: 7, Paralyze 1 (9-10) [BLD 1 (12 Unmit over 2)]

An aggressive lunge to Simmone as it flurries with an ethereal shade wrapping around its frame that seems to be a bleed of the storm around them. Slamming against Simmone as she raises her arms instinctual unsure of the course of action she should take. The attack finds true against Simmone but the blow glances with sparks off Raidou's glove. Looking up in a bit of a fluster knowing the blow hit her takes note of her HP bar. Only a minor sliver missing from it as the Gemini hisses and backs away winding up for another swing as its HP plummets.

ID#135882

Battle: 2+3 Missed!

Craft: 6

Loot: 9

MOB: 2+4 HIT

Simmone starts to understand the odds were rigged from the beginning, Raidou planned for this. "How, what in the hell?" Sliding her inventory open and checking the descriptions more carefully the game of chess he has played before to sway the scales in her favor become clear. The creature stood no chance in this unequal footing.

Simmone: HP:79/80, Damage: 2, Mitigation: 27, Accuracy +3, Immolation: 10 Unmit

Gemini: HP: 30/40, Damage: 20 [BD9-10: 24-28], Accuracy +3 (+4 First Attack) Mitigation: 7, Paralyze 1 (9-10)

“Just a bit of honeyed words is all it takes to bend those to our will, is it not correct? Men and women both see our regalia and a chance at our hides, and we use this to force them into whatever we want them to do.”

“Leave me alone…” Simmone shouts in self-defense being overwhelmed by the accusation

“We know that we speak the truth, for I am you…” the hollowed form taking a couple more steps toward her

“No, you know nothing!” A couple more steps back

“Of course we do, we are the same.” a few more forward

“No you're not me!” finding the trunk of a tree with her back

“Say it again, I dare you!” a goading smile beginning to peak on lips with flared yellow eyes

“YOU’RE NOT ME!”

A darkened chuckle with a twisting grin, “Then that makes me...me and after I erase you there will be I’ll be the only one left!” Drawing its blade in a flourish, a blackened version of Simmone’s Rapier and takes a few steps the heels clicking under the pouring rain.
 

“Everyone belongs under our heels, they aren’t worth more than the ground on which we walk. A secret we dare not share though, lest they see us for the witch we are...” the mirror goads her with a twisted smile of almost pointed teeth, burning yellow eyes bleeding from its sockets. “What nonsense are you speaking, how to pretend to read my intentions specter?” Simmone shouts struggling to retrieve herself from the ground, frightened and soaked to the bone had never been in such an extreme situation felt so young, so small against the grain waves of water and the words that poured into her being.

Finding her feet, Simmone manages to stand and starts to back away as a pair of eyes find a frame and staring back through her like clear glass, is a mirror of herself. “What!?” Simmone doesn’t know how to interpret this, as a bitter reflection breaks the ground between them.

“A few subtle words, coated with practice silver and we can achieve whatever we desire, who cares who it hurts at the end if it justifies the means. Men will drop their lives if asked and my oh my! we enjoy the total surrender. Give us your life in exchange for nothing but being penniless! Its a riot!”
A darkened two-tone voice that shatters the peaceful backdrop from a hazed faded and blackened mirror image that seems to regurgitate her own darkness as a weapon. ‘What is this nonsense you speak?” Simmone visibly shook at the accuracy of the words as they fly true enough to pierce her heart. Simmone doubles back, shifting along the surface of the stone trying to put some distance between the monster speaking with such efficient insight into her soul, moving back while on her rear. “Stay away from me, you do not know what you pretend to…”
 

“Boo Hoo! We can’t do this, Raidou we are scared! This isn’t what we are capable of!” A subtle shout breaking over the white noise of the falling rain drowning out all but the sounds of the grim voice burning through it. Simmone’s eyes open and scan for the vocal origin, through heavy obscurity in the rain a pair of grim bright and yellow eyes pierce through the veil. “What? Who are you?” Simmone swallows hard trying to get a clear look at what was speaking at her from just out of sight.

“What you’ll see will change you, let them speak and face yourself.”

Simmone looks up reluctantly as it rings in her ears, as if spoken again she tries to do as she was told not sure what else to do at this point but this one thing being the only thing that drives her through the crushing fear.

Embracing herself through the chilling rain dropping like an ocean from the sky, her clothes sticking to her as her hair does the same. Each breath is troubled in a huff of white under the beating water, drowning her under a wave of sorrow and misery weakness robbing her of thought and being lost within the white noise of the falling rain like a cage of the mind.

“What should I do?” The soft words drowned by the flooding waters falling from her lips as her hair sticks to her face, her eyes blank and dropping focus drained of perspective. A few softened steps in the distance, causing the fear to agitate in her belly not knowing what lies beyond the pouring drizzle her mind begins to race with possibilities of what it might be just out of sight. “Leave me be cardinal! I’ve had enough of this charade… Just leave me here to sit in my failure…”