Simmone

6/22/21 (Milky Way Blueprint + Draught of the Seer Used)

Keep:

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195412a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Loot Dice [195661] Risky/LM
Reroll Attempt #2 - Risky/LM [195662] Regen/Recovery

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195522c

Reroll Attempt #1 - Regen/Recovery [195671] Evasion/Mitigation
Reroll Attempt #2 - Evasion/Mitigation [195672] LD

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195523a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Loot Dice [195681] Evasion/Mitigation
Reroll Attempt #2 - Loot Dice [195682] No Change

Liquidate:
FUCKED THE ROLLS ON #1, ID is 195413a

T1 Rare Cloth Armor #195413a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Risky/LM [195647] No Change
Reroll Attempt #2 - Risky/LM [195648] LD

T1 Rare Cloth Armor #195434a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Regen/Recovery [195651] LD
Reroll Attempt #2 - Regen/Recovery [195652] LD

T1 Rare Cloth Armor #195549a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Evasion/Mitigation [195655] No Change
Reroll Attempt #2 - Evasion/Mitigation [195657] No Change

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195436a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Risky/LM [195666] LD
Reroll Attempt #2 - Risky/LM [195667] LD

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195522d

Reroll Attempt #1 - Loot Dice [195676] Risky/LM
Reroll Attempt #2 - Risky/LM [195677] Evasion/Mitigation

T1 Perfect Cloth Armor #195524a

Reroll Attempt #1 - Loot Dice [195686] Evasion/Mitigation
Reroll Attempt #2 - Risky/LM [195687] Loot Dice

[T1] 3*Rare (960 Col)
[T1] 7*Perfect (4480 Col)
10*First Rerolls: 10000 Col
10*Second Rerolls: 20000 Col
Total: 35440 Col

Exp: 140

A ring and a moment of passage, a conversation in regards to what was sought within a mirror made of platinum behind her. The rapier she'd been eyeing in the case for quite some time since the sudden 'change' in how the game worked. She felt stronger in a way she had not ever. A lengthy and exhaguratted sway into the dark dank crevice that was the bastion of iron. That same fellow she'd met all not too long ago. "Freyd, was it?" she beckoned as she slide past him and took a single flared stare down the hall seeing if anything would pop out to her. Vision returned nothing, and coyly she peeks at him out of the corner of her eye. "Viable, valuable. You were not counting at me ignoring such a promising offer." Lifting that silverish blue blade free from an almost needle like scabbard and feeling the gravity in violet in a violent outburst as its power was finally freed. That curious glace of hers is matched with a smile.

"This, is going to be fun."

Simmone uses Dining Hall Feast:
Protein +2: 184278, 184278-1 -> Protein +2 Feast [0/6]

Consumed:
Protein +3 (Filled) [2/6] {Including Freyd Above}
Accuracy +2: 182505
Evasion +2: 175461
Loot Dice +3: 175875
Prosperity +3: 164397
Banshee Scream
Damage +3: 186438-1
Toxic Venom (T3): 170374-1

Triggering: AoE Specialist, Ferocity, Precision, Finesse, Focus

DMG Calc: 8 (Base) + 12 (Mastery) + 3 (Potion) + 3 (Protein) + 2 (Ferocity) + 1 (Meticulous)

Simmoné | HP: 680/680 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 3 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 4 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24 | PARA: 1

Bringing 19*Gold Keys

A declined slide, back into the depth of her chair as she winds about her sofa. There was an unease in the air, that had almost a smell in its full thickness. "I see you have some... turbulance" Simmone toyed with the phrase, knowing full well the girl was still so confused. "Something seems to be troubling you, but you wont find me pry. I just offer what I see, in some cases..." She trailed off as she looked to the daggers hilt "It's items. But others are not so readable..." As her eyes trailed back to Hidden.

"I would hope that you take what I say and run with it my dear. No harm in trying right? and what I say is up for interpretation. I am an uninterested third party here. Take it or leave it." A soft pull from that cigarette again, waiting for some answer to be found from the girl in white. That wilting lily is faltering, swaying in the wind and the poor thing didn't have anything to cling to. She'd flow in that breeze and end up somewhere she had not expected, for better or for worse. Simmone was curious which would happen first.

"Thats the largest curosity isn't it? What is the question your reflection is asking of you?" Simmone had her own interpretations, her own hunch on what that reflection could mean. But that was all they were and more over they would likely not offer the girl any clarity. She was the seer, how she chose to understand what she was given would be on her. "Well my dear, what is it you want to be? It is as if something dark preys on your mind. Some failure that sticks to you like a curse. Only you could cure such a thing. I wonder what that could be?" The black cat bats another lash toward the sky, another wash of white that billows in a huge wave.

Thick like clouds

"You really are something, and I am interested in seeing just how far you'll go..." Simmone trails off for a moment before her attentions shift to Hidden. "Or how far you will fall, before you find the strength to find it out." A lift of her cup, an intense stare through Hiddens almost paper white skin. Appraising the girl with a golden glow through her iris.

A flair of gold upon her iris as she intended to 'apparise' the girl like some trinket or bauble. A close inspection of the reflection that she saw, a soft slide behind Hidden as she perused the silvered surface. "Well now, isn't that interesting." Simmone offers coyly as she leaves the mirror and takes to the cup of tea at her bedside, reclining in that sofa with a langthy and deliberate pour of herself over it. "I see a choice, an image with no simple distiction." The cat spoke in a honest yet cryptic tone. "A curse on a flower, a darkness in the pond." Taking a soft drag of her cigarette allows a layer of white to escape her lips toward the ceiling. "The reason you cannot see it is because it is yet to exist. Once that choice is made, you'll have a reflection to see. The question is, what choice will you make... Wilting Lily?" The last few words fall off her tongue in pieces, like a cat toying a ball of yarn with one heavy bat of a lash and another sip of that tea.

Ignore until 4/30 (Just Yeeting these out, so that I can focus on other things)

Current Level: 49
Current SP: 200
SP Tracking: 

Item Upgrades:

A slink out in front of the mirror shows Simmone, in her combat attire despite wearing her yukata in actuality. As it slides along the floor within her reflection it simply is not shown. As she turns to face the image, it peels free a rapier. The one from the case that was still left without use. The reflection turns its left hand and offers a snap before a wink, sporting that blade that she coveted so. "I see what I can become, or what I wish to be. I am unsure as to why your image does not wish to be known. Curious." She leans close and eyes herself with a tinge of pride, before her attention snaps back to Hidden.

"You can see mine if you like, I have nothing to hide." The black cat responds that that hair of snow, a single batted lash. Stranger still this girl was so brash and bold, despite not a single falsehood presented. Simmone excelled at making others think, but even still she was unconvinced that she had scratched this girl's interest. There was a tension in the air despite pleasantries and nothing more then an olive branch presented. Such was dealing with someone so on edge, and for good reason. The merchant was no stranger and understood the some of the girls plight. It must be difficult to be the victim that plays the part of murderer, why else are you so focused my dear guild master. her deductions starting to come to a point.

"Wasn't that interesting? Hello you two." Simmone beckons with a wave, seeing Eruda looking rather flustered was a welcome sight. "So a quest today then?" The black cat looks to the wanderer and then her gaze shifts rather quickly to Eruda who was beet red. Turns out almost landing on Raidou out of nowhere was embarrassing, go figure. Drawing her rapier as Raidou began to peruse the board next to the girl, who was super uncomfortable as a result. The swordsman then pays them both an invite and quest share. He was a man on a mission in his quiet demeanor. No nonsense, but that was what she had come to expect from him. Ushering close to Eruda and offering a whisper. "Just try it, I am sure he doesn't bite dear. I know that look." It was the same look that she saw on the regular, the ones that were infatuated with her beauty tended to have it plastered on their faces.

Simmone | HP:980/980 | EN:98/98 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | BLD:12 | LD:8 | KEEN:1 | REC:4

4/1/21

ID Cost Sent: 8/11/20

ID Cost Sent: 8/13/20

ID Cost Sent: 8/14/20

ID Cost Sent: 1/24/21

ID Cost Sent: 2/8/21

ID Cost Sent: 3/23/21

"It's alright dear." Simmone replies weakly as her eyes affixed to the dish produced by the girl. "The best in Aincrad?" Her mind gets stuck on that little expression, unsure who she meant. A lift of her hand pulls out a pair of gilded black and ebony glass chopsticks, her own set that she stuck to. A slight dig through the meal, slowly and as a form of distracting her from her own attacked thoughts. "This is actually very well made." Simmone remarks toward Freya without looking her direction, the quality was keenly far beyond typical and even higher class restaurants. The click of her chopsticks as she continues to work it slowly, she wasn't quite a heavy eater so it would take her some time. Even graceful when she ate. A pair of familiars rush out at the smell of food, and Simmone couldn't help but take of the fresh one. Boris she recalled, Ko she did not. A small cat, who seemed just as earnest after what was produced by the chef.

Following in tandem with Freya as she makes moves toward the girls tavern like shop, this was the first she'd actually been inside. A large chamber with round tables, akin to that of a bar. A distinguishable set of stairs on her immediate left as she passed through the storefront portion of the building. It was as if this thing had multiple stories with rooms, curious. What was even more jarring was how clean it was, given the owner was Gaius she assumed the thing would be in disarray. But it wasn't. Taking to the bar stool and slinking her long pale white legs around its rim, she leans forward and places her head on her palms. As Freya trails off behind the wall and she can see her slightly through the rectangular slit that lay just beyond the counter. The kitchen. "Alright dear." Simmone offers in a soft voice, allowing the girl to blow her mind. It was already fracturing.

"Nothing that will make me fat." Simmone remarks with a dismissal, trying not to admit that it was a soft spot for her. The girl's shop was on floor 7, Simmone knew due to constant deliveries to Gaius's warehouse. Walking in tandem with Freya and onto the slightly raised platform in a dark gray. Simmone was first. "Floor 7, Deepedge" She responds and the lights bend in an instant, forcing a firing outline of cyan to pour around the rim of the circle beneath her feet. A high pitched thump, the black cat is transitioned upward in a flash of blue hue. A clatter into the different floor with the same sun, a rolling set of fields in gold whisked softly on the present breeze. Whatever she had to do to convince Freya that she could handle it. To convince herself that she could handle being called mockingbird again. She'd take it. 

"Not particularly no." Simmone offers plainly in honesty, given that she knew if she were to see it that it couldn't possibly be true. That wasn't Tuatha, he was dead. It had taken to calling itself Kurayami. It was almost fitting that the thing was calling itself by a different name. "I suppose she had." Simmone offers the defusal of the offer, unsure how to process the potential of seeing her long diseased again. A bit of a wobble as she starts to head toward the settlement, trying to conceal her face from Freya in earnest. She'd much rather not have to explain should they begin to leak. This recollection was still so fresh, he was ripped away long ago but that wound was ripe. "You coming dear?" Simmone asks of the girl in a weak voice. The soft footsteps in the ash beneath her feet, leaving prints as she starts away. Hoping that Freya would get the gist that she couldn't stand to be out in the field anymore.

A twist of her head as Freya begins to fondle the thing, to which Simmone was confused. Not only was it odd to stroke it like the girl was, but even still that she just assumed it safe to touch. There was a reason why she hadn't. The question from the blond makes her heart sink. A sadness, that she could never forget. "Well, Freya. The boy you hold, was my youngest sibling of two. His name is Tuatha. Or Tuatha Dé Danann Bélanger Rouzet Sadoul Escheté the 3^rd. Named after his grandfather, and christened with that same platinum blonde hair." Simmone spoke from the heart toward the girl who was racked with her past. "He died..."

This next piece seems to fall away rather quickly, as her voice leaves her. A hard swallow allows them to return. "To protect a young girl, a humble boy that gave his life to a commoner. Leaving his throne and that giving the girl the biggest gift he could ever muster. His heart. She rushed across an open street. We were on retreat, and he just happened to be there. For a ball, he pulled her out of harms way in the nick of time I was told. If it were me would she be alive? I wonder. it is not easy to make that sacrifice as easily as he had. Always trying to better the world and to give, to bestow his value on others and make them stronger for it. That boy had the biggest heart I've seen since..." 

Since Raidou

The black cat looked visibly shaken, as if she was speaking to him. It had been on her mind since, and worked to disturb her beauty sleep. Seeing such a ghost clamber its way out of Freya's back some time ago.

Vanity Tag: @Freyd

"Tada indeed." Simmone couldn't help but chuckle at the girl enjoying the fresh kill, and just like that the quest was over. Simmone pauses for a moment, taking note of but a single plant laying in the middle of a field. Where all was black this single stem with two leaves was not, and it was odd that it was the only thing still standing after all else was destroyed. A couple soft steps sees the black cat lean down and take a closer look at the thing, and the ground around it was even scorched black. "Curious." Simmone expresses with an exhale, taking a quick gander around with a sliding glance. It was the only one, left in this field. "Well." She perks up and looks toward the twins. "I suppose our quest is through, now Freya what was it you wished to speak to me about?" She had not forgotten that first message, and was just waiting for the opportunity to handle its contents.

Hyperactive CD [1/3]

A flourish of her rapier as she moves in, drawing the blade close to the creature before recoiling it back to save herself the skill stasis. A feint, to draw the beasts attention. "Just like that, no touching." Simmone remarks as she spins around the attempt on her life, an easy dance to avoid it. A tap of her fingers upon Freya as she passes sees her energy restored. "Make your move dear, he's waiting." The cat offers coyly sliding just a bit further away from the creatures ability to make an attack on her, leading it like a horse to dry land. When it was attacking something, it was exposed. When it was attacking a person it would not run. Simmone was much more clever then she may appear to be, such was the mistress that worked the battlefield in her favor. It begins to slow as it drains more of its energy to give chase, the fat sphere of blubber couldn't keep up.

Simmone casts Energize on Freya (+8 EN), -10 EN
ID# 187415 results: Craft: 7 [+4 EN]

Players:
Freya | HP:900/900 | EN:74/88 | DMG:22 | EVA:2 | ACC:4 | BLD:24 | REC:1 | LD:3
Kasumi | HP:900/900 | EN:77/90 | DMG:20 | EVA:3 | ACC:4 | BLD:24
Simmone | HP:900/900 | EN:80/90 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | BLD:12 | LD:8 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
Eruda | HP:910/910 | EN:80/88 | DMG:3 | MIT:117 | EVA:-1 | BLD:24 | TAUNT | THRNS:36 | REC:1 | BH:36 | DoT -25%

Enemy:
[3,1,0,4] The King of Lakes | HP:246/1200 | DMG:125 | MIT:20 Bleed [24/2]
<<Body Slam>> On an MD of 9, the boss will jump high into the air and crash down in the center of the players, sending out a shock-wave dealing 120 AoE damage. 
<<Dive>> On an MD of 10, the King of Lakes will take the player with the highest hate in its teeth and drag it back into the lake. The player will take 150 unmitigatable damage and need to swim back to the shore, missing their next attack.

A twist of her head as the fish was being beat to hell already, the thing had already lost quite a number of its HP already. Being cut down by over half in a matter of seconds. "Well done, this is bound to be over in an instant." Simmone responds as Kasumi jumps out of view. A lift of her right hand and a snap of her finger and thumb, sends a spiral of gold from the extension. A dna strand like helix seeks down Freya, finding a spot in her back to disappear into like a droplet in a body of calm water. It causes Freya to glow for a moment, and as Simmone would raise her hand the light fades in a sudden dispersal. They were now tethered, and Freya was using Simmone's energy to act. "Now dear, give it hell." Simmone's eyes flourish into an intensity, drawing her rapier from her hip and presenting arms against their opponent. This battlefield was the only thing holding her back, and with some motivation she'd finally start swinging.

Simmone casts Hyperactive on Freya (+3 EN regen over 3 turns), -5 EN, Hyperactive CD [0/3]

Players:
Freya | HP:900/900 | EN:75/88 | DMG:22 | EVA:2 | ACC:4 | BLD:24 | REC:1 | LD:3
Kasumi | HP:900/900 | EN:77/90 | DMG:20 | EVA:3 | ACC:4 | BLD:24
Simmone | HP:900/900 | EN:85/90 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | BLD:12 | LD:8 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
Eruda | HP:910/910 | EN:88/88 | DMG:3 | MIT:117 | EVA:-1 | BLD:24 | TAUNT | THRNS:36 | REC:1 | BH:36 | DoT -25%

Enemy:
[1,1,0,0] The King of Lakes | HP:562/1200 | DMG:125 | MIT:20
<<Body Slam>> On an MD of 9, the boss will jump high into the air and crash down in the center of the players, sending out a shock-wave dealing 120 AoE damage. 
<<Dive>> On an MD of 10, the King of Lakes will take the player with the highest hate in its teeth and drag it back into the lake. The player will take 150 unmitigatable damage and need to swim back to the shore, missing their next attack.

Down on the docks after a momentary passage back down the mountain, a silence throughout the trek for they all had an idea at what they needed to do. Each player understand their goals and motives. Simmone presents the bait to the gentleman sitting there and is offered a line. He begins to break the bait up into four squares, handing one to each player after attached to a pole. A glance with a tilt of her head. "I suppose, I am not much of a fisherman." Tossing the line into the water, it bobs slowly with the waves as they push upon the shore. Nothing, no bite or even a nibble. Oh this sure was the best, being bored out of her mine watching a tiny red and white bobble wiggle on the surface. How Sam actually had this as a skill was beyond the black cat. She'd more rather wish to do anything else.

ID# 187394 results: Loot: 1+5=6, Failure!

The final to land, having left the odyssey behind in a flash. The thought of being able to finally use that rapier still ripe in her mind. "I am all ears." Simmone chimes in at Freya's divining request of what was the focus for the day. Unlike the others Simmone sort of went with the flow, choosing to leave the planning to them. Her planning was best served elsewhere, like guild acquisition and vault organization. Most of the shelving process however was handled by the twins, as was material purchase and delivery. The black cats glance shifts straight to Eruda, as all attentions from all the players present swap to her. She was the one most likely to have done the digging necessary on what it was this quest would entail. The question would be answered with a truth, Simmone was more than sure that Eruda had done her research into Raidou's notes.

A twist of her head to both twins, that truly were spitting images of each other. Simmone could now easily pick them out between one another though, their personalities were so defined on their face it was impossible not to. A smile toward both with a gliding advancement of her gaze. "I've been doing well dear, and I trust your judgment little lily. I've also passed something I found to Griswold." The woman implied about the blade she had found, tarnished and damaged. After some inquiry with the red swordsman as with all of those odd finds, he spoke to it suiting Eruda. Simmone was hardly one to argue with the man, knowing full well that he knew quite a bit about how things worked. If he believed it suitable for the blonde tank then she would hardly question that decision. Since the blade has been being worked by the smith to restore it to working function before the final christening process that she'd need to perform. But it was fine to let Eruda know about it, if even to tease her just a bit about its construction.

A slight ode to intrigue, a beckon from the O&I captain with a goal. Strength in numbers being the method, and it piqued the woman's curiosity enough to allow a response. A message sent as she raises from her hands and claps her hands together to alert the twins. "Watch the place for me won't you dears?" She is replied by two yelps of agreement, before she ushers to a chair and claims her weapon from where it lay. A flash of violet finds her outfit switched to something more and perhaps less appropriate. The message:

A soft exhale as it vanishes into the ether, a move for the sliding screen paper door of the odyssey. A boring day just got so much more interesting, as she treks into the rather polite scenery of floor 2. Bound for the gate in the square of Delilah to head upward, pending the location.

Cinnamon Round Stick (Prosperity +3: 164389-1, 164394) converted into Cinnamon Round Stick Feast [0/4]

"I do to dear, I miss my bed as well." Simmone offers a break with a chuckle. "This guild really is something isn't it. At the drop of a hat you can ask for assistance, and a second later you have 3 bodies ready and willing with weapons in their hands. It truly is special. Really makes you wonder where the idea came from." The black cat offered the response coyly, knowing full well the response to that question. That enigmatic red warrior clad in crimson, who just showed up when you needed him most. A personal touch that made every end meet. In a way he was a parent, but not in the sense that he thought himself superior. It wasn't the vibe that Simmone got, and although she understood so little about his affairs, she could sense that drive to change everything on every move she was made aware of. In a way all of their development started from that very catalyst all that time ago.

ID# 187298 results: Loot: 8, 200 Col ea [25*8=200]

Quest Complete:
Sam:
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)
Simmone:
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)
1000*Col (400 Thread Closure, 600 Quest Reward)
Shiina:
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)

"I was no doll myself dear, parents have a way of getting under your skin." She responds honestly to her protégé. "You'll make it right some day, and if they are worth their weight then they will understand. Trust me that all children have a way of making things difficult, but family is hard to convince to abandon." A soft pat of her hand upon Sam's shows true her intentions of empathy, a form of comfort that she knew she could settle an aching heart. The black cat was practiced quite a bit in such small social details, after all it was her business. A ripe development as a child, she was trained to carry a court. Like royalty she was to be an heiress with a man at her side, but her wiles and goals of her parents did not reflect her intentions. Or her motivations toward life, to be shackled to another as a pet or trophy wasn't quite her bag.

3/29/21

Moved to Guild Vault

Moved to Guild Vault

A slide into the chair opposing Sam, this place was rather busy but was a delightful atmosphere none the less. Taking the chair out of the four set table and ushering Shiina excitedly into the chair next to her, Simmone looks to the server as Sam offers the order. "What's the matter dear, you don't seem yourself today." The black cat begins to pry in the way that she had always, Sam should know by now that it was nearly impossible to hide anything from her. The chattering white noise of their background played like a mall, discussions happening on every table. To her side was Shiina bouncing, and the waiter returns with her order. "Bleh, the french is this. I wanted cake." Simmone cannot help but chuckle a bit at her disdain at the salad brought to the table. It was clear she wanted her sweets, and this was basically the opposite of what she sought.