Simmone

"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 something almost elegant in the sheer overpowering that the whole of the guild was offering up. This was a piece of cake. Simmone found it pleasant at how simply they were dispatching these goons by the droves, and it showed with a rather coy grin painted upon thin and glossed lips.

Simmone casts Hyperactive on Sam (+3 EN over 3 turns), Hyperactive CD [0/3]

ID:198724 | Battle:1, Craft:12, Loot:14 +8 EN via Recovery

Vanity Tag: @Eruda

Players:
Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 46/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 78/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3 | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 47/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 5 | LD: 9 | AA | PARA
Griswold | HP: 826/828 | EN: 66/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4 | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Mobs:
[0,0,0,2] Sundered Spire Soldier #19 | HP: 53/372 | DMG: 124

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 questions, and she was curious if he had any answers to give her. An awaiting sword swipe sees her pirouette and use the fresh kabob as a shield, cut down and removed from her weapon. "Later, get up that tower." A snap of her fingers riddles out and in response the moving hostiles start to slow down as if someone had changed a dial somewhere. "Go."

Vanity Tag: @Freyd

Keen In Effect

[x11] AOE-I, 11 + 2 * 4 = 19 EN

Players:
Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 60/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 71/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3 | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 62/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 5 | LD: 9 | AA | PARA
Griswold | HP: 827/828 | EN: 73/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4 | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Mobs:
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #13 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[0,1,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #14 | HP: 75/372 | DMG: 124
[0,1,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #15 | HP: 75/372 | DMG: 124
[0,1,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #16 | HP: 75/372 | DMG: 124

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 to where she was touched. "I-I'm fine." The black cat chokes out, eyes still burning hot like fire in gold. She looks in a mirror as if curious if her deceased brother still lingered in its silver reflective surface. The sound she can hear seems muddied and distorted, her mind elsewhere and fixated on that one point. Waiting for something to jump out at her, continuing to haunt her rest. It's not everyday one sees a ghost.

Popping up from a pair of shoulders, a pair of twins lingered sporting chipper grins. They were immune to such horrors and were still devote in their wish to serve. Moments after inquiry, Freyd gets his coffee.

"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 was sickening to the eardrums. "I don't care which one of you do it, one of you assholes better take care of her when I'm gone." A single rolling tear that slides down a still sickly grin, he reaches for it and taps an index into it. "This will be handled the same as my own reflection, and I will lift not a finger. Take heed, courier, lest thyne shadows consume. Let thyne wings carry you." It looks at Takeshi in the mirror, before turning and ceasing to exist. But a single white shard of light, and he was gone.

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 blade to its handle through one's sternum. The damage sustained, and softened but not destroyed, it seemed things were just getting started. The black cat had yet to fully tame this weapon, but it was becoming easier with time.

Vanity Tag: @Shiina

[x11] AOE-I, 11 + 2 * 4 = 19 EN, Keen Triggered (+1 Accuracy)

Players:
Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 57/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 67/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3 | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 4 | LD: 9 | BLD: 48 | ENV.O: 32 | PARA
Griswold | HP: 828/828 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4 | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Mobs:
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #5 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[0,1,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #6 | HP: 75/372 | DMG: 124
[0,1,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #7 | HP: 75/372 | DMG: 124
[0,1,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #8 | HP: 75/372 | DMG: 124

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 half, extending that long sliver of silver out in front of her. Griswold squashing one flat, and Setsuna simply obliterating another. "Perhaps they have overestimated their odds." Simmone quips to Freyd, as violet color begins to fill that saber with intention. Her reluctance was showing, but with it a tinge of excitement.

Vanity Tag: @Freyd@Shiina

Feasted:
Accuracy +2: 184286, 184287 -> Accuracy +2 Feast [4/4 Remaining]

Consumed:
Loot Dice +3: 176286
Damage +3: 186754
Mitigation +3 (T4) Feast (Griswold) [2/4 Remaining]
Accuracy +2 Feast [3/4 Remaining]
Protein +3 Feast/Filled (Celeste) [2/4 Remaining]
Evasion +2 Feast (Sam) [1/4 Remaining]
Field Rations
Toxic Venom (T3): 170374-1

Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 1 | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24

Purchase:
Field Rations 20 | [1,000col] = 20000 Col 
Immolation Potion (T4) 20 | [1200col] = 24000 Col

44000 Col

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 he held within him? It was like peering into something forbidden, and with eyes engulfed in power that made every sight true. The Black Lotus seen him.

Reading back what she could muster time and time again, as if what it was she saw couldn't be true. Tuatha Dé Danann Corbin Allard Emond Saladin Escheté clear as it could have been with a listing like a player targeted. There was no abbreviation, no mistaking it. Struggling, she found solace in Freyd taking control of the amphitheater and maintaining it. In his words, safety.

"WHAT HORRIFIC BABBLE ARE YOU SPOUTING!?" To beckon in outrage, a scream that twists out from within that mirror. Eyes flared in a sickly yellow in his echo, gleaming like a toxin as black mist begins to ooze out of Freya's back. Anger, or was it fear? Something so easy to mix up. A word from Freya makes him pause, his vision overlooking his new 'partner' in the surface of glass. Kurayama twists his head with a snap, his eyes dialed and almost unblinking. The intensity of that gaze locked on the blonde, before it finds its way to Freyd.

A smirk begins to form on his own mug.

"Never, I've never regretted what I've done." it seemed off, oddly compassionate given the status of where it was stemming. The blackened film would begin to fade, and with outstretched hands it finds its way against the cage. "Peace? Am I a monster? What could I be? Oh what trouble I've... WROUGHT... to the broken little girl." A sharp cackle that still cut like a razor. "You know nothing of torment, of pain or sorrow." Eyes quickly dart to Simmone who he locks eyes with.

The smirk fades.

"There's no rest for the wicked, right? Scorch my soul in hell for what I've passed upon you and yours." A slink of his eyes to Freya would see a spark of memory behind that exchanged glance. In that instant, the girl would remember killing her way out, but her movements were not her own. Many dwindling life bars, all the while her own continued to climb. In that instant, she'd realize that the reason she survived at all was because something didn't allow her to die, as it controlled her very being.

8/23/21 (Witches Brew Consumed, 2 Remaining, Draught of the Seer in effect)

Keep:

T4 Rare Armor/Shield #197067b

Reroll #1 - 198362    5    6    14    2    Simmone        ID:197067b (T4/Heavy Armor/Rare) - Slot 1 Reroll (Regen/Recovery) -> (Mitigation/Taunt)
Reroll #2 - 198363    2    12    7    8    Simmone        ID:197067b (T4/Heavy Armor/Rare) - Slot 1 Reroll (Mitigation/Taunt) -> (Thorns/H.M)
Reroll #3 - 198364    8    7    11    7    Simmone        ID:197067b (T4/Heavy Armor/Rare) - Slot 1 Reroll (Thorns/H.M) -> (Thorns/H.M)
Reroll #4 - 198365    10    6    8    8    Simmone        ID:197067b (T4/Heavy Armor/Rare) - Slot 1 Reroll (Thorns/H.M) -> (Vampiric Def/Envenom Def)

Liquidate:

T4 Perfect Weapon #197062a

Reroll #1 - 198356    3    3    17    7    Simmone        ID:197062a (T4/Weapon/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Taunt/Keen) -> Damage/Accuracy
Reroll #2 - 198357    7    8    17    2    Simmone        ID:197062a (T4/Weapon/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Damage/Accuracy) -> Damage/Accuracy
Reroll #3 - 198358    5    6    1    7    Simmone        ID:197062a (T4/Weapon/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Damage/Accuracy)  -> Taunt/Keen
Reroll #4 - 198359    4    12    3    9    Simmone        ID:197062a (T4/Weapon/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Taunt/Keen)-> Taunt/Keen

T4 Perfect Weapon #197084c

Reroll #1 - 198369    9    5    17    1    Simmone        ID:197084c (T4/Weapon/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Taunt/Keen) -> Damage/Accuracy
Reroll #2 - 198370    1    7    4    7    Simmone        ID:197084c (T4/Weapon/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Damage/Accuracy) -> Taunt/Keen
Reroll #3 - 198371    3    8    13    9    Simmone        ID:197084c (T4/Weapon/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Taunt/Keen) -> Bleed/Paralyze
Reroll #4 - 198372    3    8    3    3    Simmone        ID:197084c (T4/Weapon/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Bleed/Paralyze) -> Taunt/Keen

T4 Rare Weapon #197538b

Reroll #1 - 198382    10    1    5    7    Simmone        ID:197538b (T4/Weapon/Rare) - Slot 1 Reroll (Taunt/Keen) -> Taunt/Keen
Reroll #2 - 198383    8    3    16    2    Simmone        ID:197538b (T4/Weapon/Rare) - Slot 1 Reroll (Taunt/Keen) -> Damage/Accuracy
Reroll #3 - 198384    5    9    14    3    Simmone        ID:197538b (T4/Weapon/Rare) - Slot 1 Reroll (Damage/Accuracy) -> Damage/Accuracy
Reroll #4 - 198385    4    11    15    8    Simmone        ID:197538b (T4/Weapon/Rare) - Slot 1 Reroll (Damage/Accuracy) -> Damage/Accuracy

T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #197975a

Reroll #1 - 198389    7    11    2    4    Simmone        ID:197975a (T4/Heavy Armor/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Mitigation/Taunt) -> (Regen/Recovery)
Reroll #2 - 198390    7    3    19    2    Simmone        ID:197975a (T4/Heavy Armor/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Regen/Recovery) -> (Mitigation/Taunt)
Reroll #3 - 198391    9    3    12    9    Simmone        ID:197975a (T4/Heavy Armor/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Mitigation/Taunt) -> (Thorns/H.M)
Reroll #4 - 198392    7    9    8    5    Simmone        ID:197975a (T4/Heavy Armor/Perfect) - Slot 1 Reroll (Thorns/H.M.) -> (Thorns/H.M)

T4's:
2*Rare (2080*2=4160 Col)
4*Perfect (3,040*4=12160 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: 106320 Col
Exp: 188

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's been invited to this play, ask Gisellé." A sharp cackle fills the room with a dark tone.

Curled into almost a ball on her sofa, tendons and muscles so tight they could leap from her skin. "That's enough, Tuatha, stop toying with her." Kurayama's expression shifts into a smug grin as he leans back, ruffling the collar of the new adornment. "Relax, Mockingbird, I was just having some fun." Her eyes shift with reluctance and yet anger to the reflection, past a nearly passed out Freya struggling to stand. "Tuatha Dé Danann Escheté, You were raised better than to play with others." The irony was lost on her. Memory of the boy with kindness that made her paled by comparison, this couldn't be him. "He was taken from reality when he offered himself in an accident to some black haired child, I don't know all the details, but they say he died immediately without pain." the words were choked out and slow.

"That's what they always say, but was it TRUE?"

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 she was. A male in blonde hair, greenish eyes that made Freya's pale by comparison. A smile, that held with it a sickening twist.

"You don't get it, Freyja? You should remember me well, Girl." Memories of the mountain under heavy rain and thunder, a windstorm and static. Peering over the girl's shoulder into the rest of the chamber as if he was standing outside looking through a window. "Quite the audience, and I wore something so drab. I didn't know we were expecting company..." Another sinister chuckle as the image clasps a hand over its right eye, raking it down and peeling one of its eyelids slightly open and stretching its cheek. "You didn't even let me prepare beforehand, a pity.." A snap into an aggressive glare, "I MUST LOOK A SIGHT"

Simmone despite any effort, is visibly shaken as Maru finally finds herself inside with a platter. Taking the bottle she asked for, her hands trembling as she takes a heavy swig, pretending for her own sake that she was fine. There was no way this thing was real, but it didn't make it any easier regardless. Now she was trapped in this room with her own torment, and a pair of people she hardly knew.

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-needed embrace. The black lotus avoids eye contact as she slides into her chamber, to the back a linen and plain gray tarp.

The twins follow suit, sensing their mistress' duress. Clambering onto her sides, a handful of the bottom of her regal dress. A solid tug rips free the cloth, revealing a solid silver standing mirror large enough to see all of a person.

<<The Platinum Mirror>> 

"Please Maru, I know it's early but if you would, the white bottle." Simmone asks down, ruffling the pink haired twin's hair with a hand, who jubilantly salutes and is whisked away on tiny feet. Ushering herself away slowly, looking at her reflection in it she pours herself across the sofa in the center of the room. A glance toward Freya with an uncharacteristic glare taking a drink of something from her sleeve, gold eyes flared and illuminated permanently under the effect of a potion as she chose to store friendship and was now the merchant. To shield herself from what she would see.

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 the question loaded like a bullet.

Maru slinking away with a sphere, unannounced to her that Montjoy was eying the thing as she stretched on the tip of her toes. Trying her best to place it upon a platform in a stand designed to hold such a thing. It glows softly in a silverish fog as it finds a hold, back in an apparatus for use. Her eyes advance to Freyd "A likely outcome if I've ever seen one, both seem to have a temper. I am more concerned for the guests. God forbid, you drop a slice of cake, and a table explodes." A coy grin finding its way to her mouth with a slow draw. To Freyd's question, her gaze shifts to the object. "That? An augment to the tracking skill. Makes it just that much quicker, problem being it must be settled and left in one stagnant place. Seems to extend great distances however, all you need is a name and that is enough." A seer's crystal ball that she had yet to tap completely, but it was interesting nonetheless.

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:

T1 Perfect Armor/Shield #196270a

198037    8    4    12    5    Simmone        ID:196270a (T1/Cloth Armor/Perfect) Reroll LD -> Regen/Recovery
198038    1    1    18    10    Simmone        ID:196270a (T1/Cloth Armor/Perfect) Reroll EVA/MIT -> LD

Liquidate:

T1 Rare Armor/Shield #196618

198015    1    8    11    8    Simmone        ID:196618 (T1/Cloth Armor/Rare) Reroll LD -> Regen/Recovery
198016    7    10    11    5    Simmone        ID:196618 (T1/Cloth Armor/Rare) Reroll Risky -> Regen/Recovery

T1 Rare Armor/Shield #196634b

198019    2    12    16    2    Simmone        ID:196634b (T1/Cloth Armor/Rare) Reroll LD -> LD
198020    3    12    20    3    Simmone        ID:196634b (T1/Cloth Armor/Rare) Reroll LD -> LD

T1 Rare Armor/Shield #196631

198023    6    10    13    6    Simmone        ID:196631 (T1/Cloth Armor/Rare) Reroll LD -> Regen/Recovery
198024    6    3    1    1    Simmone        ID:196631 (T1/Cloth Armor/Rare) Reroll Regen/Recovery -> Evasion/Mitigation

T1 Rare Armor/Shield #197409

198027    8    4    20    3    Simmone        ID:197409 (T1/Cloth Armor/Rare) Reroll LD -> LD
198028    6    1    19    7    Simmone        ID:197409 (T1/Cloth Armor/Rare) Reroll Risky/LM -> LD

T1 Perfect Armor/Shield #195584d

198032    9    1    6    6    Simmone        ID:195584d (T1/Cloth Armor/Perfect) Reroll LD -> Risky/LM
198033    2    4    9    9    Simmone        ID:195584d (T1/Cloth Armor/Perfect) Reroll LD -> Risky/LM

T4 Perfect Weapon #197084b

198052    9    10    15    9    Simmone        ID:197084b (T4/Weapon/Perfect) Reroll Keen -> Damage
198053    9    2    13    3    Simmone        ID:197084b (T4/Weapon/Perfect) Reroll Bleed -> Bleed
198054    6    12    17    7    Simmone        ID:197084b (T4/Weapon/Perfect) Reroll Bleed -> Damage
198055    6    7    4    7    Simmone        ID:197084b (T4/Weapon/Perfect) Reroll Damage -> Keen

T1 Rare Weapon #197048a

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 sphere still held fast in the blondes hands, one of glass that the little blue haired NPC quickly rips free from the girl's grasp for fear of being destroyed. "So..." The woman looks toward the pair as she leans in the double-sided doorway, remnants of smoke still oozing out of the room. Folding her arms into a rather large set of sleeves, her hands finding themselves within the yukata's draping loops. "What do I owe this visit? Need something from me, dear, or you just here to break objects in my store?"

Simmoné | HP: 680/680 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8

A drastic display of force, powers untamed and uncontested in this dungeon of bars. There was little in the way of resistance to what these cretins could offer up, left to wane against the player's tirade from newly acquired strength. The same rhythmic tapping of heels, no haste in the steps. Folding from some skill, and she's behind her target. "Only you... and them?" Simmone offers up with a smirk, as more and more of these beasts rush in from every nearby chasm. Sliding down from holes in the walls with clattering shields and blades. A curious turn of her head, like a mother showing pity on a child who had burned its hand on the pyre. "Numbers do not mean much against this lot, No lesson learned, I take it?" Simmone goads as she slides without much effort, a rapier clean through the remaining ones back. Her left arm extends over the corpse as it tries to expire.

"But you won't have all the fun, dear, you'll share it with the others." a snap of her fingers sees the same parade of statuses rack the bars of the ones as they rush into the fray, slowing to a crawl to the chorus of shackles being snapped shut.

Post Action | AOE-I (x15 AoE, 11 EN +2/hit, +2 Shift): 17 EN

Loot roll:
ID#197631 results: Craft:3, Loot:15+8=23

Freyd | HP: 1035/1035 | EN: 62/124 | DMG: 30 | MIT: 78 | ACC: 8 | EVA: 2 | BH: 51 | LD: 8 | PROSP: 3 | FLN: 16 | HLY: 16 | TXV 24/3 | PARA IMMUNE | REC: 8
Katoka | HP: 680/680 | EN: 57/102 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 18 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 5 | LD: 3 | BLD: 48 | PROSP: 3
Simmoné | HP: 680/680 | EN: 40/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 3 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 4 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXV: 24 | PARA: 1 | PROSP: 3
Eruda | HP: 863/865 | EN: 32/88 | DMG: 13 | MIT: 207 | ACC: 4 | BH: 43 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 72

[0,0,2,0] Kobold #28 | HP: 170/620 | DMG: 186 [BLD 48/2][BLGT 32/2][TXV 24/3][PARA]
[0,0,1,0] Kobold #29 | HP: 185/620 | DMG: 186
[0,1,0,0] Kobold #26 | HP: 185/620 | DMG: 186
[0,0,2,0] Kobold #30 | HP: 155/620 | DMG: 186 [BLD 48/2][BLGT 32/2][TXV 24/3][PARA]

Total Loot:
47740*Col
16*Materials
T4 Rare Trinket #196221a
T4 Perfect Weapon #196222a
T4 Rare Armor/Shield #196719a
T4 Rare Trinket #196720a
T4 Perfect Consumable #196721a
T4 Perfect Consumable #196721b
T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #196721c
T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #196721d
T4 Perfect Weapon #196722a
T4 Perfect Trinket #197631a
T4 Perfect Weapon #197631b

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 yourself. You'll learn that soon enough, Wilting Lily. Let rest the black pond, leave that dream behind. Figment on white pigment, burned by time, and a hand in black. Pursuers that would see a burial, and blood on the horizon so thick that it's easy to confuse for one's own. Is it? Was it always yours? The mirror tells no lie, for an object cannot produce a lie." A playfully slow blink and when those eyes open they are riddled with gold light. Witches Brew was in full effect. "That sorrow that you drown in seems so...infinite. It won't be my hand to pull you free." Those final words spoken, you can hear a simple chuckle from the woman. It's hard to tell if it's sinister or not, but it was as if she knew more than she made known.

A coy grin toward Hidden, it seemed whatever darkness that was troubling her was more malignant than first perceived. Weakness obvious to all but the wielder. "Suit yourself, dear, and it would be foolish to underestimate that boy. I certainly did once..." She took a soft puff of her cigarette, breathing it off to the side as she allows her hair to pour over her shoulder as she'd tilt her head. "If you think he needs my help to discover anything, I can assure you that he has never asked me to dig, not one time. My interest, is happenings and word of mouth. Wilting Lily, there are those that cannot stop talking about you. That makes you interesting. You've sated my curiosity, and that is enough payment for the ticket you've received. Nothing more, and nothing less." Another heavy puff of the thing sees it glow red-hot at the end of the black rod it clung to. "If you need any more answers or have any more questions, you know where to find me." and even still, it seems like Simmone is toying with a ball of string, wanting to see if it would remain together or unravel.

Another few steps that rung out, as Simmone took point. "Looks like that's not the end of these lot." she quips back just out of sight, and shortly after the party would be able to hear the sounds of a weapon finding purchase. She slinks her rapier through a hole in an unsuspecting foes leather, right through the back and out the front like a needle through cloth. A snap of her fingers sees the link take hold on at least one other. "Curious, seems some are resistant." she remarks as she uses her foot to kick it off the edge, leaving it to choke on her lingering toxins. Death and dismemberment just filled these empty halls, as the group split up just a tad. They all had their own pressure to apply, and were slaughtering these goons in droves. Freyd could handle a group all to himself, still that terrifying force. Katoka was proving rather useful and a subtle 'enjoyment' in her third party connection to the girl. Eruda was still the same indomitable tank. Things were going swimmingly, and they'd buried up to their eyeballs in loot after not too long.

A chamber littered with crap filled tables, a meal interrupted by a cat in scanty armor. They'd dine in hell.

Post Action | AOE-I (x15 AoE, 11 EN +2/hit, +2 Shift): 17 EN

Freyd | HP: 1035/1035 | EN: 77/124 | DMG: 30 | MIT: 78 | ACC: 8 | EVA: 2 | BH: 51 | LD: 8 | PROSP: 3 | FLN: 16 | HLY: 16 | TXV 24/3 | PARA IMMUNE | REC: 8
Katoka | HP: 680/680 | EN: 66/102 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 18 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 5 | LD: 3 | BLD: 48 | PROSP: 3
Simmoné | HP: 680/680 | EN: 45/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 3 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 4 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXV: 24 | PARA: 1 | PROSP: 3
Eruda | HP: 863/865 | EN: 52/88 | DMG: 13 | MIT: 207 | ACC: 4 | BH: 43 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 72

[0,0,1,0] Kobold #22 | HP: 185/620 | DMG: 186
[0,0,2,0] Kobold #23 | HP: 170/620 | DMG: 186
[0,0,0,0] Kobold #24 | HP: 620/620 | DMG: 186
[0,0,0,0] Kobold #25 | HP: 620/620 | DMG: 186

"Not too far, my dear. You're just 'better' for a different situation." Simmone comments softly toward Katoka as her heels clatter past the girl, a new room and chamber filled with all manner of objects that these creatures had hoarded into a corner. Broken pottery, bits of shiny objects that may be of some value but hardly worth the weight. "I wonder if Raidou would." She comments toward Freyd as she reaches a hand back toward where her mark had fallen, and ushers it forward. You can see almost a golden powdered trail leap through the air, and as she waves that extended left arm toward her target you can hear that same sound effect like chains being pulled tight. Raidou would likely dismiss it in his own cryptic way, like usual. The mark lands, and with her weapon flaring at the tip, Simmone takes a simple step and ends up behind her target somehow. Driving that fine metallic point like a needle through its back, she places her foot to it and rips that weapon out with a draw. A myriad of status effects flood its HP bar, it tries to turn, and it heaves and chokes. "I wouldn't do that, it's not wise."

As the kobold she'd stung lifts its weapon, it coughs out some black liquid and starts to fall. The others in this place all seem to do the same, languishing and collapsing with ink pouring out of their gullets. "Look what you've done." Simmone smiles coyly.

Post Action | AOE-I (x15 AoE, 11 EN +2/hit, +2 Shift): 19 EN - (Rested 2/2; Stamina) = 16 EN

Keen Activated!

Loot Rolls:

Freyd | HP: 1035/1035 | EN: 89/124 | DMG: 30 | MIT: 78 | ACC: 8 | EVA: 2 | BH: 51 | LD: 8 | PROSP: 3 | FLN: 16 | HLY: 16 | TXV 24/3 | PARA IMMUNE | REC: 8
Katoka | HP: 680/680 | EN: 82/102 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 18 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 5 | LD: 3 | BLD: 48 | PROSP: 3
Simmoné | HP: 680/680 | EN: 58/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 3 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 4 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXV: 24 | PARA: 1 | PROSP: 3
Eruda | HP: 863/865 | EN: 69/88 | DMG: 13 | MIT: 207 | ACC: 4 | BH: 43 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 72

[0,1,1,0] Kobold #10 | HP: 272/620 | DMG: 186
[0,1,1,0] Kobold #11 | HP: 272/620 | DMG: 186
[0,2,1,0] Kobold #12 | HP: 248/620 | DMG: 186 | BLD [48/2]
[0,1,2,0] Kobold #13 | HP: 272/620 | DMG: 186 | BLD [48/2] | BLGT [32/2] | TXV [24/3] | PARALYZED

Simmone Loot:
43648*Col
12*Materials
T4 Rare Trinket #196221a
T4 Perfect Weapon #196222a
T4 Rare Armor/Shield #196719a
T4 Rare Trinket #196720a
T4 Perfect Consumable #196721a
T4 Perfect Consumable #196721b
T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #196721c
T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #196721d
T4 Perfect Weapon #196722a

#10 BID Roll:  ID#196427 results: Loot:4+5=9 (Nothing happens)

Katoka's face turns a brilliant vermilion, it seems as though Simmone had hit the nail on the head. So it was the same girl, and with that answer the parade of hostiles that scamper into the place abruptly. "I am eager to hear all about it." That lengthy sway as Freyd does what it was he did, made a quick mess of the situation. A jerk and that little flushed stuff cleaves a large portion off of her own target. "Well, lets try this on for size..." Simmone lifts her right hand and snaps her fingers. A glittering dust like sand in gold is followed a sound like chains being dragged across stone. A flash on the girls target sees some status apply. "Let me give it a shot?" A couple of soft steps of her heels upon the stone, and it was as if the distance had folded. A rapier to its hilt in the beasts chest and peeled away off to her left shows the entire group save one take damage together.

She'd tied their lifeforces together, this rapier was only getting better by the second.

Post Action | AOE-I (x15 AoE, 11 EN +2/hit, +2 Shift): 19 EN - (Rested 1/2; Stamina) = 16 EN.

Loot Rolls:

Freyd | HP: 1035/1035 | EN: 100/124 | DMG: 30 | MIT: 163 | ACC: 8 | EVA: 2 | BH: 51 | LD: 8 | PROSP: 3 | FLN: 16 | HLY: 16 | TXV 24/3 | PARA IMMUNE | REC: 8
Katoka | HP: 680/680 | EN: 91/102 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 18 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 5 | LD: 3 | BLD: 48 | PROSP: 3
Simmoné | HP: 680/680 | EN: 70/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 3 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 4 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXV: 24 | PARA: 1 | PROSP: 3
Eruda | HP: 865/865 | EN: 88/88 | DMG: 13 | MIT: 207 | ACC: 4 | BH: 43 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 72

[0,1,0,0] Kobold #1 | HP: 185/620 | DMG: 186
[1,0,0,0] Kobold #2 | HP: 95/620 | DMG: 186
[1,0,0,0] Kobold #4 | HP: 95/620 | DMG: 186
[0,0,1,0] Kobold #5 | HP: 185/620 | DMG: 186

Simmone Loot:
14322*Col
6*Materials
T4 Rare Trinket #196221a
T4 Perfect Weapon #196222a

"Katoka, well now, isn't that interesting." Simmone toyed with the words as she whipped the rapier off to her left side, allowing the power from it to bleed vapor like color off like a wisp. "Sam speaks highly of you dear, I hope you and my apprentice continue to 'get along'." She chuckles with a grin and looks off into the dark crevices of the place and took a couple steps with golden filled iris. "You had me at chests, the traps will be handled. More or less." She looks toward Eruda and gives her a subtle nod. "I am sure we can handle whatever this place can dish out, it's been leagues since we started this climb and..." A flourish of that weapon up to her face in a horizontal bar. "I am eager to see just it is I can do now. Shall we?"

The click of her heels as she began to step with a catwalk style sway that echoes off the walls, a lengthy porcelain doll being consumed by the shadows cast. Howls and outcries bounce back to greet her, as well as the rest of the group. It seems that something was already aware they were coming.

6/23/21 (Witch's Brew + Draught of the Seer Used)

Keep:

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195534a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Risky/LM [195956] Regen/Recovery
Reroll Attempt #2 - Regen/Recovery [195957] LD

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195558c

Reroll Attempt #1 - Risky/LM [195976] Risky/LM
Reroll Attempt #2 - Evasion/Mitigation [195977] Antifreeze/Fireproof

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195559d

Reroll Attempt #1 - Risky/LM [195991]  Regen/Recovery
Reroll Attempt #2 - LD [195992] Antifreeze/Fireproof

Liquidate:

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195537d

Reroll Attempt #1 - Risky/LM [195966] Regen/Recovery
Reroll Attempt #2 - Risky/LM [195967] Risky/LM

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195547a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Risky/LM [195971] LD
Reroll Attempt #2 - Regen/Recovery [195972] Evasion/Mitigation

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195558d

Reroll Attempt #1 - Regen/Recovery [195981] Regen/Recovery
Reroll Attempt #2 - Regen/Recovery [195982] Risky/LM

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195559c

Reroll Attempt #1 - Risky/LM [195986] LD
Reroll Attempt #2 - Regen/Recovery [195987] LD

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195582a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Regen/Recovery [195996]  Regen/Recovery
Reroll Attempt #2 - Regen/Recovery [195997]  Regen/Recovery

[T1] 10*Perfect (6400 Col)
10*First Rerolls: 10000 Col
10*Second Rerolls: 20000 Col
Total: 36400 Col

Exp: 145