Simmone

Intrigued by the transaction between Kasumi and by extension Griswold, the woman begins to fish out her own. It paled by comparison to the volume the other two had to offer, and as she casts them into Oni's clutches, that blanket begins to fill with items. Collecting what she could, after she picks up the first time, a few more disappear. It would seem the moment an item is claimed, the 'money' was spent. Using every last one until the sheet was laid empty. "Well, not quite the haul I was hoping for." A fair margin of equipment, she gestures for Moro and Maru to carry, given they had no weight

Looking to the brand-new addition, raising an eyebrow. Simmone had never expected Gaius to ever step a foot in her shop, they were not exactly on the best of terms. More like associates at best. "He is entirely correct, dear. That anger of yours is a strength, but it must be harnessed." Slender legs find the floor, as she starts to move to the right side of that chamber, facing the door. Reaching out to a large linen cloth, and giving it a hardy tug. It slides free, revealing a large platinum mirror. "Come, let's see what it is you see in your reflection." This had worked time and time again,

That smile widens just the slightest bit, As Simmone places down that glass in her hand. Raising her feet up to her left and folding them upon her sofa. "Is it? There are quite a number of strange things in this game, you know. Stones that change the color of your eyes, drafts that make cutting you burn others. Poisons that make enemies bleed out their insides. It's fair to say that if you can think of it, it may very well be possible." She begins to drink this strange dark purple mixture out of this slender little vial, and as soon as she replaces the cork it starts to fill up again on its ow

Her ears perk up as she hears that obvious sound. The sound of her storefront being opened. "A visitor?" Simmone slides up, taking another drag of that cigarette and allowing even more of that smoke to bleed from her lips. As the girls open the set of doors, Simmone can make out the shape, and it takes a moment to clear for her to see. "Celeste?" The acknowledgement of who had graced the black odyssey today. "We'll now, this is interesting." Holding her teeth around that almost glass rod, black and polished. Turning to the rounded table just beside the only arm on this couch sofa thing, and re

Slinking out in the long red chair that graced the center of a rather bigger box, that was the odyssey. Poured out over the length of that seat, a billowing pile of yukata that droops off the sides. It was long enough to reach the floor, and through a slit on the side one can catch up the thigh of an equally long and slender leg. Bouncing off an extended foot, a single sandal only attached via the toes on a curved foot. Simmone was bored, fiddling with that dangling bit of her attire. Today's business had been droll, and slow. Moro and Maru continued to race back and forth, placing objects of

ID:202632 | Battle:3, Craft:8, Loot:12 (+8 EN) A single lance through the creature's shoulder as it makes another attempt to bludgeon Griswold, stopped dead as that pinhole is slowly peeled out. A tiny dime size hole of red, "We'll try our best." Simmone spoke to Gaius, keeping her attention fixated on Ugzeke. Reaching over his back and trying its best to grab a hold of Celeste, Simmone takes another swipe at the dudes fingers. This was death of a thousand cuts, they couldn't do much better than this. Most of them had absolutely nothing left to give. But there was a lingering sense of cor

Hyperactive Refreshed!, ID:202624 | Battle:8, Craft:5, Loot:10 (No Proc) Caught completely off guard with the amazing appearing troll, as if someone had just peeled that bastard out of a hat. The clattering pieces of a spyglass rolling off with tiny glints as they rain down. "Perfect, guess we have little choice." Simmone sighs, gesturing a hand toward Kasumi knowing full well the girl was pretty bad off. "Think you can hold out a little longer?" Simmone rubs the small of her back, trying to right her breathing. "I'll manage, thanks, Simmone." This was turning out to be one he

Field Medic Refreshed, Hyperactive CD [2/3], ID:202616 | Battle:8, Craft:2, Loot:13 (No Proc) Kasumi appears at the woman's side, and as she does, Simmone can catch the remnants of troubled breathing. "Here you are, dear, keep going." Spoken as she rubs her index and thumb together, producing the sand like golden flakes, before tapping that index on Kasumi's shoulder. Another small boon of removing fatigue. "That be best, we won't last much longer at this rate. I am pretty tired, and I look to be in the best shape." The heavy panting ringing off the walls from multiple mouths. The players

Field Medic CD [2/3], Hyperactive CD [1/3], ID:202606 | Battle:10, Craft:9, Loot:16 (+8 EN) Glancing the red haired girl with her fingers, getting another bad time glare. "What is with you all." Shaking her head in disbelief, did everyone have a thing about being touched. Into her inventory, she peels out this small little shard. "This is supposed to lead to the lair of these beasts, where the hatchlings are still forming up. Best deal with them before we get another, 'mother'" Dropping that little sliver into the soil, it opens a toothed maw like entry. It acted like a key to a doorway t

Field Medic CD [1/3], ID:202529 | Battle:1, Craft:5, Loot:10 (No Proc) Brushing her hand across Setsuna's shoulder, it was like sticking your hand into a bucket of ice. As a reflex, Setsuna twists and glares. Simmone attempts to diffuse it, "I know, dear, I am just helping you recoup your losses." The girl was nothing more than a walking temper, and always alluded to the fact she didn't like to be touched. But that was how the skill she was offering functioned, so even if it wasn't pleasant, it had to be done. "There, now take a deep breath." That glimmering gold light finding its way int

ID:202511 | Battle:5, Craft:4, Loot:20 (No Proc) Lifting her right hand and offering a snap of the fingers. A small sprinkle of golden dust is cast off with the gesture. "That should tide us over, best use that energy wisely." Simmone quips knowing full well the group would be fighting off exhaustion here shortly. But that was one of the minor blessings she could offer, keeping them all at high spirits. A few more bits and bobbles for the guilds store room, following a predetermined path throughout the day for optimal gains. They'd all agreed to continue moving, knowing full well that it

ID:202342 | Battle:10, Craft:11, Loot:3 (+8 EN) Razzled and frazzled from unexpected fire, catching her and the rest of the party off guard. "That's just perfect, what is going on?" Trying to yell from the object, she'd rushed behind to avoid most of the damage. A glance up to the top of her screen, it looked as though everyone had taken a bit of damage. "I'm fine!" She shouts toward Griswold, watching on as he minces words with that buffoon. But strangely both nod. She doesn't even have enough time to acknowledge it before she can feel this creeping cold. A shiver rushes down her spine,

The ground shakes, a million stones race past of different sizes. He got it, and with the sudden realization that it had worked, Simmone was caught completely with her pants down. "I cannot believe it." Staring at Gaius's back as he begins to beat total pavement toward the creature. Tripping on one of those loose stones, she falls to one knee. "Perfect, I'll catch up." Lifting her ass up with an irritated tone and tossing one of Shiina's little objects out in the middle of the field, it starts to glow and the presence of the girl evolves out from it. It wasn't quite to the same magnitude given

Simmone was close, following right behind Griswold, Gaius taking up the rear. "Another dead end, this was so much easier before." The black cat admits, with the girls on guard duty, they were less likely to be surprised. It appeared that sneaking their way into the tower was probably going to be a no-go. The group kept ramming headfirst into barricades, mazes just do be like that doe. Slowly pulling out her rapier, keeping it on hand if they were to need it in a pinch. Although she'd had fought this thing before, the last time... The epiphany struck. "Gaius, can you knock it out of the sky?" T

"That is it." Simmone beckons with an outstretched hand, being the guide this time around. This wasn't her first rendition of this quest, and likely given what popped out when they completed it, it wouldn't be her last. With that acknowledgement, Griswold and her both nod. Gaius was pressed into the wall behind them both, a bit of that moxie had fallen away, apparently. The girls were doing what Simmone had come to expect. "I suppose it's clear, shall we press closer?" Simmone quips toward the pair, and they perform a quick gesture of yes. Gaius looked like he was about to lose his shit, which

The girl had blown a damn fuse, and apparently an hour here or there counted as working a full shift. Taking a seat next to the one offered to Sam, with Griswold in earshot. "From the beginning." She quips as a confirmation to the smith, that yukata billowing out as her legs beneath it fold. A sandal hanging loosely off her toes, she'd only caught a tiny amount of her heated little outburst. It was early, and processing speeds were at an all-time low. Clearly, whatever Sam had to say couldn't wait, enough that she just blurted it out to a whole bunch of people. There was a time and place for a

A twist of her head as she folds her arms across her chest, those long and open sleeves forming draped elbows. Leaning and placing her weight on her right leg, she continues to stare intensely at her twins. They were still so damn useful, toting that nigh half ton package up with ease. "Well, she's coming along. But Sam has a habit of getting distracted. I only can seem to keep her in the store for a short while, before she ends up fleeing off to god knows where." a message interrupts the conversation with the smith, and as she moves a long slender finger it expands. "Speak of the devil." She

A parade of weapons rushing through the air, mixing with a sapphire blue glow of some strange shit he was peeling out of the floor or walls. Watching the man lift a hand up as her eyes flickered in gold. "Seems you ere stuck with something. Let's help that along, shall we?" A bit of spite graces her tongue, as in reciprocation of his gesture was one of her own. A small stone dropped to the cobbled and wet stone, bursting under the sound of Shiina's voice. It swirls and collects in that flame, twisting it purple as it seeks it down like water in a root. Her view quickly shifts, and she locks ey

The twins quickly rush up the stairs, past Griswold, as he was coming down. She was running a bit late, but not late enough to matter. In their arms was a large crate, far too sizeable for them to carry based on their stature. But that was the glory of NPC's, they were virtually unlimitedly strong. "Good morning dear, how goes the business?" she quips toward the smith, her long yukata with embellished sleeves opening to reveal a pale ivory hand. The drooping bit dragging on the polished hardwood floor. More and more faces flooded in, making deliveries and picking up information. This was the n

In that white flash, she's all but blinded. She can hear the words returned, but by the time her vision returns, she was back in the odyssey. The color of concentration, a bright gold begins to fall away as her eyes open. The mixture in her cup, still steaming, as if no time had passed. "Was that a dream?" Simmone remarked curiously, as Moro stops and moves to her mistress's side. "Something wrong?" A smile finds her lips, as she rakes a pale white hand through the girl's pink hair. "Everything is fine, dear." Allowing the NPC to continue on with her business without concern. It was strange ho

Eyes stuck to those restraints, pulling away from the seat feverishly. Desperately, as her muscles screamed from exertion. Unaware, unknowing as a woman graced this stage. Fiddling away and tugging with all her might, until she hears it. It was distant, almost nonexistent. But she could hear it. A pause, as her attention shifts forward toward the crowd she was always so reluctant to see. In most cases, it was just them staring back at her, like a slab of meat to consume. But here, a woman with long white hair sporting a bow in her hands. A bow? "I hear you." Simmone remarks and only sligh

On another set of stars, yet to bloom Soft glow in her chamber, from a raised life clung to a ceiling. Atop a red velvet chair, the woman was unfurled upon. Clattering feet of Moro and Maru rushing back and forth, doing what they always had. Organizing and cramming objects into every nook and cranny they could. Nursing a cup, a hot and yet bitter drink in a small white cylinder. Leery eyes tracing the lines in a half closed perusal, as she was deep in thought. Restless, uncomfortable as she did her absolute best ignoring the elephant in the room. The one covered with a tarp. A curiosity t

Simmoné's head twists, peering over her shoulder to the Jade, Hunter? Healer? His name seemed to shift a bit too much for her liking. "Not an issue, as long as it's put to good use, that is more than enough payment. Now put it to use." she remarks with a coy smile toward the @Hirru before he rushes off. A tumbling Shiina, sees the woman's eyes narrow @Gabrandr. "Such a terrible show picking on a child, you know she's probably not the wisest to attempt to bully." Her eyes dart into the shadows at @Hidden before her vision quickly shifts right to @Morgenstern and @Macradon "Keep it busy wo

ID:201562 | Battle:3, Craft:2, Loot:19+5=24 (Stealth Detection) The soft clatter of a heel, tip tapping away with every step. Long black locks, and an impressionable body to boot. "My, My, impatient much?" Simmone quips toward Freya, watching her shelter a bit. There was an easy to discern issue with the girl and the others, as she slid right beside the captain of O&I first and foremost. "Don't touch tha-" and it broke off, as it would seem Shiina was just being Shiina. A soft sigh escapes her lips, like a mother at her wits end. What riddled the room, was an interesting collection of

Milling about in the sudden vacuum, With the dragon felled, there was silence that overtook the field. After what it was they had come for, the black cat begins to sort through the wreckage of the tower. A smattering of weapons of all shapes and sizes, some mundane. Clearly a horde of equipment she had claimed from the ones she struck down. The merchant's eyes flare in gold, and she catches the orange color of something worth a damn. A nice pile of them mustered, as well as a smattering of jewels that would serve them in the coming fight. Dusting off her hand and raising but a single one up to