Simmone

8/20/24 (Figured out this: Item rerolls abide by the following rules: An item can be rolled a maximum times of (Item Tier + 1). As an example, a Tier 3 item can be rolled max 4 times, and a Tier 4 item can be rolled up to 5 times Via Floor Progression, Aincrad is currently on Tier 4. Hence, there is no current gear that can be rolled 6 or more times. The list will be updated however as more Tiers come into play. If an enhancement is rolled that matches a pre-existing enhancement on the equipment piece at capacity, the player is allowed an additional reroll attempt. For exam

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 227068, CD: 3 (No Proc) Watching on in complete in utter awe as Shiina was the only thing really moving. All of this strange information the girl was laying down, has Simmone looking to the others for some sort of response. But was there really any way to answer that line of thinking? Shiina had just rose nearly every silent question that none have them had ever bothered to ask. What did happen after the boss room filled with black liquid, they all just woke up in their beds and moreover everything seemed to have changed. NPC's were more life like, new

Given to @Oscar | Rhino’s Horn | [224901a] Given to @Pinball | Rhino’s Horn | [224901c]

Standard Recovery +4 EN, HYPER +3 EN, HYPER Fades, Recovery | 226662, CD: 11 (+8 EN) Simmone the last out of her mess, first checking her health bar confirming that she sustained some damage. The black cat hops out and overhears 'that woman' giving Gaius some pointers? The hell, the last time they had met she didn't have one? So how the hell was she such an expert. A vibrant white light, which was a strange color for a sword art, it didn't even reflect the same. Instead of a trail it looked like she was holding a solid rod of light. Just who the hell was she anyway? That train of thought

Standard Recovery +4 EN, HYPER +3 EN, HYPER [2/3], Recovery | 226641, CD: 3 (No Proc) The abrupt call from Raidou sees Simmone quickly turn. She manages to catch just the slightest bit of red vanishing to some sinkhole on the beach, watching on as Shiina scrambles toward the rim. "Great, Guys I think we have a problem." Simmone beckons to the others as her feet start to carry her at a rapid pace toward the new entry point. "Shiina, stay here." Simmone offers as the girl slinks back and smiles, before Simmone takes a deep breath and dives in. A bit deeper then she was expecting, her ankle

Charge Refreshed! Standard Recovery +4 EN, HYPER +3 EN, HYPER [1/3], Recovery | 226616, CD: 4 (No Proc) Celeste confirms the area around the water clear. It wouldn't be that odd for like a legion of smaller crabs to join in with the titan, and if they hoped to enjoy this day away they could really have that rolling up on them. Simmone makes motions toward the opposed side, near the treeline on the south side. The woman would scan carefully, peering past the trees as she'd lean to peer around them. Not getting too close for a cautious expectation that if she did some creature inside was

Charge CD {2/3}, Rhino's Horn Evasion Debuff Fades (New Combat) Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 226604, CD: 2 (No Proc) Simmone hears Celeste's call, and allows her weapon to charge as its held point down off to her left side. "A handful of worms?" The woman asks having expected something far more, yanno imposing? It looked kind of like a bunch of earthworms poking up out of the sand, about as harmless as something could appear. A quick flick of her weapon sees a thin laser of purple in a half circle blind across her. It vanishes out of view and it what follows is a cacophony of pop

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