Simmone

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 226583, CD: 2 (No Proc) The jarring slam as Simmone manages to catch Celeste tear ass in some sort of incorporeal form, but only catching a glimpse from her station on the crabs immediate left. What follows however is the creature bending off to one side, as if she just hit it with an actual train. The sheer force sends it wobbling toward Simmone, who steps back into a pirouette. The edge of her weapon begins in a violet light before it claims the entire length. Completing her turn, her left arm cocks back and she lets it rip. The system helps her fire

Dropping the huge bag she'd toted out here with her, basically a damn trunk with straps. "You....here....?" Simmone remarked as her conversation was put on an instant pause, and by the woman from three days ago no less. About to pay out a piece of her mind, broken instantly as a massive shellfish started storming them all, to which Simmones expression sours. Of course, because this happened last time to. The black cat couldn't help but notice the sudden pattern, like this woman was toting misfortune around with her. Rubbing her forehead and adjusting the upper half of her swimsuit, she reaches

In some scanty little number, of course it was black. It was like strips of ink on a white canvas. The woman wasn't exactly the warmest skin tone, and she seemed to bring with her an entire building in some draped bag on her right shoulder. "Been a while.." she'd offer as she'd look up to the sky. The last time she'd actually took a trip and ended up on a beach had to be Le Concha, which was years ago. "Damn has it been that long..." Another spoken thought beneath her breath, beginning to glean just how long they'd been trapped in this damn game. Yet the sand beneath her feet, the warmth and t

Given | Demonic Shard x2 Gleaming Scale x2 @Pinball

Carefully, and heavily the woman plucks up the fabric. She'd run her hand down the seam and across the length. Her hand moves to her mouth and inhales heavily, allowing the smoke to travel where it may as she continues to evaluate the piece like an art exhibit. "Good needlework, hemmed and finished..." smoke trailing out of the corner of her mouth, as the woman would appear to be checking every inch and fiber of it. Not a single loose thread, or missed stitch. She'd look to the man, "Bahr wasn't it?" Vaguely recalling a visit from the man before. His appearance definitely differed, yet the voi

Skill(s) Being Dropped: First Aid R5 [30], Light Armor R3 [14] Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: (Reranking First Aid to R3 immediately), Meticulous, Field Medic SP Incurred Towards Limit: [44/50] SP Refunded: 44 Cost: 44000

Claimed | [226375a] Darkness Salve {2.6}

Offered in Exchange | Witches Brew | x2 [225176c][225176d] @Jackpot

On todays shopping spree, basically just laying the ground work and checking out potential new talent, the woman musters into a soup kitchen no less. "I've heard great things..." Simmone mutters to Moro and Maru at her sides "Yet, again I find them stuck in some hole in the wall... What is this world coming to?" Moro just shrugs, to which Simmone cant help but rake the top of the NPC's head. All smiles between the two, as Maru starts to peak into a nearby pot. The pink haired girl lifts the pot lid and starts rapping on it with a spoon, as a makshift version of a bell. Simmone pulls open

It had been a long time since her last encounter in these parts, the woman tried to avoid associating herself with this side of town. Yet, she'd like expand her business and build some more connections. There was a good reason, a merchant with an ear and a body who needed to buy. Acting as the middle man? Free money, for a little know how. But that started with finding contractors or associates who could provide decent wares. Down the walks of this slum, a singular sign stands out in stark contrast to its surroundings. "Well it certainly catches the eye..." The woman murmured under her breath,

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN (Duration: 2/3), Recovery | 226352, CD: 5 (No Proc) Simmone manages to clear the area directly around her before her legs give out, her stamina nothing more then a singular pixel out of an entirely empty bar. Looking past the wave of black she manages to see the redhead just in time for them to lock eyes. Somehow, and in some way there is a moment of shared connection. As if they were both consoling the other through a stare, this might very well be the end of the road. Who knew that this was how the day would play out, when this morning it was s

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 226334, CD: 1 (No proc) Swinging her rapier and killing droves of these things, rushing forward as fast as she could as soon as her barriers would fall. Heavy panting saw her begin to slow, clear that her stamina was not to the same caliber as her allies. Her vision beginning to blur as she's starting to be overtaken by her own exhaustion. Even still, she keeps her weapon drawn and continues to slay whatever moves in her way. Desperate to aid them both, and desperate for the answers they sought. A single memory surges into her head, causing her to nearl

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 226316, CD: 7 (+8 EN) Simmone finally clears the gap struggling to keep up with the others, she was hardly as physically fit and the damn heels didn't help. Raidou just jumped the fuck out the window, which shouldn't shock her as much as it did. The last into the portal created by the woman, she's met with these strings of black that howled against the newly absent backdrop. Simmone searches the room trying to pick out the target of their chase, and can barely make her out past the blanket of ink that was threatening to make them blind. "Move!" Simmone

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 226296, CD: 2 (No Proc) She looked outward to see Celeste rushing in after the woman, as it would turn out the firestarter was actually paying attention down there. "Don't let her escape!" Simmone offers out the window as she reaches out and pumps the woman with [Hyperactive] to speed her up. This is the point that Simmone turns about face and starts taking the fast track out the tower, hoping that her after effects would carry Celeste to cut her off. Past the winding staircase, and the burning bits of furniture. Across the burnt and fucked grass, this

8/14/24 (payment rendered on 8/15) ID: 225118-B (T1/Weapon/Perfect) 226133 Frostbite 226136 Damage 226137 Keen Equipment Type: Throwing Knives Name: Verglas Thorn (+2) Description: "A man says many things during the summer that he doesn't mean come winter." ID: 225163 (T1/Weapon/Perfect) 226152 Keen 226149 Fallen Damage 226150 Damage Equipment Type: Throwing Knives Name: Chisel of Pride (+2) Description: "Allow me to sculpt you into something more palatable. Something quieter, something prettier." ID: 225112-A (T1/Cloth Armor/Perfect)

A heavy inhale as she'd stare intently, making a coy gesture her arm would fold across her torso. "Thanks, If you have them then make them work for you." She'd exhale and blow a stream of smoke out of the corner of her lips, eying the bag the man had drug into the odyssey today. "Nice sack." The woman repaid the compliment like a cat with a ball of string. Her eyes flare in a vibrant gold, as she snaps her fingers. The twins rush through the doors and begin pulling every obtuse and odd shape amalgam as gear from the mans package and start assorting them. "Hmm, need a couple more. Maru I t

8/14/24 Oh boy this shit 155241c (HLY)(Keen)(Keen) 163014c (V.O/Envenom)(Taunt/Keen)(Taunt/Keen) 178730a (V.O)(ACC)(ACC) 173855b T3 (FRZ/BRN)(BLD/Para)(BLD/Para) 179120b T3 (FRZ/BRN)(BLD/Para)(Taunt/Keen) 179163c T3 (PHASE)(Keen)(Keen) 180198b T3 (V.O/Envenom)(BLD/Para)(Taunt/Keen) 178818b T3 (HLYBLS/Para V)(Miti/Thorn) 179331b T3 (Anti Freeze/Fireproof)(Miti/Thorn) 174701d T3 (V.D/Envenom D)(Miti/Eva)(Regen/Recovery) 178784c T3 (Anti Freeze/Fireproof)(Savvy/L.M)(Regen/Recovery) 178837c T3 (Anti Freeze/Fireproof)(Regen/Recovery)(Regen/Recovery) 178917a T3 (Anti Freeze/Fir

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 225177, CD: 5 (No proc) The black cat sees her opportunity as Raidou had the bitch bound and gagged. No magic if you couldn't speak. She'd turn the rapier up toward her face, shut her eyes and focus her mind on something gruesome. The blade responds as she can feel it vibrate slightly, charged by her intentions. Eyes blink open to reveal that stark violet glow. Flourishing the point down to her left side, she raises her right as a form of counterbalance. Simmone twists in a pivot, her weight shifting off to her left as she leans into the jab. A loose an

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 225171, CD:3 Looking on as Raidou would quickly charge inside, she could piece together that look. And what helped her intentions along was following his line of sight and catching a glimpse of the woman from earlier that day. Her eyesight didn't need to be as crazy as the Nomad to see that stark white hair in the middle of the night. Darkness, meet sore thumb. Simmone's heels start to click as she tried to keep pace with the wanderer, and manages upstairs. Right before the door that he was working on is quickly snapped off its fittings. "You!" Simmone

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 224984 CD: 2 (No Proc) Simmone shakes her head no, before shrugging and standing from the table. "I suppose I can always use more brews." she remarks joining the party.... Once the flames would clear, Simmone yawns with her eyes watering. She draws her weapon as she does, and immediately leaps into action. An elegant punch left and right, she fences the beasts to oblivion with little issue. After all most of them were not even to the same caliber as random spawns that could be encountered and she knew it. With simple flourishes she easily coup de grace

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 224902, CD:3 (No Proc) A sharp shake of her head, as she locks eyes with Celeste. A silent nod as she lets that strange mix of images wash from her forethoughts. What returns is her attention to Piasuhon, and with it the blade in her left hand stirs up with a flourish. From the tip a violet color begins and traces it down to the grip. A solid beam of purple as she presents it in front of her face, a quick twist and like a rocket the woman draws this thin line of light through the air. It draws clean across Piasuhon's left side, exposing the inner workin

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 224836, CD: 4 (No Proc) Piasuhon seemed renewed out of seemingly nowhere, and somehow that woman had something to do with it. Why did she seem so familiar? Simmone cant break line of sight with her. Celeste may be able to let such a strange thing roll of her shoulders but not the wiser sorts. Something was amiss, the creature must have been healed or something by that woman? Thinking hard on what was spoken, her mind races to a dream in settled darkness. Then to a sandy beach. Eyes lock to that smile, white on her eyes like bulbs in a lighthouse. "nngh.

The waves wash the field in a violent display of crazy, as the entire arena becomes a bowl full of blue fire. Instinctually Simmone shields her face but after a few seconds she realize it doesn't burn. "Wha.?" the woman responds as she lowers her guard just in time to see Piasuhon catapult out and slam into the coliseum wall. The woman shakes off her stupor and her rapier flashes into a deep purple, pulling back as her heels start buying purchase in the sand beneath her. Without warning her weapon charges and sends her into a sudden breakneck lunge, slamming the point clean into the struggling

The draft of smoke as she sat in the commons, adjusting her clothes and making sure her hair was tied well. Pleasures of long hair, is the shit will get caught in everything if you didn't prop it up. Batting an eye as the other two players in her party dart up and start yelling at the gate. "We should wait patiently, last thing we want to get is the boot after we've been out here for 30 minutes." She peers over crossed legs and exhales another column of smoke. That quickly changes as Celeste helps herself to fucking up the gate and starting to charge into the field. "Oh for fuck sake." The wom

8/18/23 The Purge: 155241c 163014c 173855b 179120b 180198b 178818b 179331b 182086b 174701d 178784c 178837c 178917a 178951d 195412a 195522c 195523a 195534a 195558c 196270a T1 (HLY)(Keen)(Keen) T1 (V.O/Envenom)(Taunt/Keen)(Taunt/Keen) T3 (FRZ/BRN)(BLD/Para)(BLD/Para) T3 (FRZ/BRN)(BLD/Para)(Taunt/Keen) T3 (V.O/Envenom)(BLD/Para)(Taunt/Keen) T3 (HLYBLS/Para V)(Miti/Thorn) T3 (Anti Freeze/Fireproof)(Miti/Thorn) T3 (AA/Phase)(DMG/ACC)(Taunt/Keen)