Simmone

"Perhaps your right." Her gaze fixed on Hidden before they shift over the shoulder toward the mirror. "I cannot see what I see in you, this is your dream, I have no reflection in that mirror." The black cat places her hand against it, cold and solid. She could make out the room, but not herself. A mirage that knew it was one. "Move along, Hilda. You don't belong here." Her hand slipping from that surface in a streak. Looking back in at the wilting lily, as memory slowly fizzled in, fractured to pieces and disjointed beyond belief. As if two lives were melding in a horrid mess. "Make this happiness your own, through the trials that you must face. Make it real. Don't look back." Simmone smiles weakly before slipping out of the room.

The click of heels as they shift from hardwood flooring to tile. "Hilda has to step out for a moment, Girl things." A coy grin that did well to hide her discomfort, she'd play the part of scapegoat and keep the entities in this place. The woman leads forward and whispers something in Sey's ear. Immediately, his face turns bright red, he turns his head and coughs. Simmone looks back and smiles as she takes a seat. "Go go." A gesture of her hand in a wave. "We'll be waiting for you, eating spaghetti that will go straight to my ass."

Elsewhere, In another time and place.

Soft rustling and a few aggressive spits, a subtle humming, is trickled to a stop like droplets from a faucet. A whisper: "Sprinkles...I think she found her way. Isn't that great, stop bitting your butt."

"Wasn't it?" Simmone remarks with a coy response, keeping an eye as Ayame starts to scatter food across her face. Arms folded, the woman inspects herself in the mirror, and it seems almost fixated on the reflection. "Simple my dear, I saw both of these versions of you. But before the 'real' you and the one in the mirror was reversed. The question is which was the 'real' you? The one produced by the cardinal system, or the one that was your ideal?" Eyes locked to her own copy in that silver, as if she was seeing something that didn't sit right with her. Eventually that gaze removes itself, and seeks out Hidden. "Remember what we spoke about? I think both and neither of these versions are true. I believe they are halves, fractured by the troubles forced upon us. It is alright to seek perfection, or happiness. But it should not be done by forgetting what has been gone through. It is those trials that make us who we are just as much as what we want to be." A glance out to Raidou, to Sey, to Ayame. "That is why it doesn't feel correct. The price hasn't been paid for this happiness, so it is fake."

"Well, you did just go with me to pick out your bridal gown. Or did we?" That star field still lingered on her iris, showing no signs of stopping any time soon. Another question finally came out, after the epiphany subsides and is squelched by the girl. Simmone looks back out at the table, scanning for any of them becoming of aware of the subject. None the wiser, who knew what they might do if it became obvious that Hidden was rebelling against her manufactured prison. "My dear, Hilda. I see you, as I did in the mirror. But where one plays a shadow now that role is reversed. I must say, you look much better this way." To Hidden she could see herself, but to the black cat, the seer that could seer through any lie, she saw a black haired woman, riddled with joy at the principle of happiness. It was as if she was speaking to the woman's shadow, the reality behind the looking glass. As it turned out, the real Hidden had become nothing more than a ghost that a select few could see.

Reciprocating the exchange with Raidou, unsure to who Hilda was referring. What's more is the curiosity where it seems that the meal wasn't quite sitting right with her. "Perhaps some premarital jitters, or maybe you've gone and gotten her pregnant." Simmone goads Sey as she starts to stand, the chair screeching out as she does. "I will check on her, you boys continue being boys. But keep your eyes off my backside." That same soft clattering of heels across bathroom tiles, catching Hidden's eyes through a mirror.

"What's the matter, dear?" The woman spoke as her eyes returned to that elegant and almost predatory gold lighting. Leaning against the open doorframe, arms crossed. "Don't tell me you have cold feet? After all, the marriage is in a few days." Her head tilts, her cognition shape becoming almost disjointed as the front door abruptly breaks loose and slams shut. It seemed that Akane had made her way back, finding her way home like a stray cat when food was available. But the black cat's gaze remains fixated on Hidden's reflection. "Isn't this everything you have ever wanted?"

Clicking of a pair of heels as Hirru seemed utterly defeated, and a precarious glance toward the man. "There, there, dear, we knew what to expect." The woman steals a glance toward the pair playing the part of guardian, as if anyone in the chamber was about to just shoot the boss at moment's notice. "Curious, that some would be so transposed to position themselves between the others and what was once the enemy. Even still, that the boss has yet to move since." A hint of silver on her tongue as her attentions shift to Baldur. "I do not believe any of us planned to make this decision on our own?" Glancing back toward the rest of those wearing her banner, as tensions reached a burning point.

"Drawing a blade against your comrades? That doesn't exactly inspire confidence. Our vote was cast based on our beliefs, our methods. They may not be similar to yours, and that simply is what it is." Watching on as Shiina seemed to have slipped her way to the boss and was doing something back there. "The choice is ours, all of ours." Eyes advance to Freyd and to Eruda, keeping her aloof sense of impartiality as they shift to the rest of the frontliners in here. "Put the weapons away, you will get your say as much as the rest of us. After all, that is what our guild is founded on, as the girl spoke to. Albeit with a temper that does not belong here."

"Keep an eye on him would you, Aquamarine Knight. Best keep him fully aware that any betrayal will not be tolerated after all." A coy grin as she shuffles toward one of the scathers and her eyes flash gold. "Some believe you have a soul, others do not. Fickle and irrelevant. Some believe you hold the answers to some secret gift, reward or knowledge. Perhaps, but under what pray tell would you part with them? Your life? Ours?" The woman seemed to be scanning the device, picking up on a minute detail along its surface with <<Appraisal>> on full blast.

"All these wishes, desires, tempts of fate. A trade or a bargain. I would ask of you, those that have chosen to exchange words with an entity that not a moment before was trying to kill you. What are you willing to pay, everything has a cost after all?"

"Activated what exactly?" Simmone remarked curiously, her eyes advancing up toward where @Gabrandr's eyes were trailing and finding nothing more than a ceiling. That rapier's energy fizzles out, scanning the others in the chamber for some disheartening. Curious if any would see the need to trust this blubbering buffoon looking to shift the blame away from himself onto some other unseen opponent and play the victim. "I'll bite, fine, we will protect this 'people' of yours, after all it shouldn't be too awfully difficult given how easily we dismantled such a carefully built plan." That tone still had a noticeable bite to it, something was still making her spiteful. "But as I said before, dear. To bargain, you need something to offer, and the way I see it. Your life isn't quite yours left to give now is it?" As she looked to the child that was tossed earlier in the fight and finding an extended gesture of what should be.

"There you have it. Nothing personal."

A sudden second message comes in without warning, one from a member of the guild she hadn't expected to hear from. "Oh? Interesting." Quickly tapping away at the keys, a pair of NPC twins somewhere were on the move at their mistress's behest. With quite a number of col at their disposal. Such a strange answer to an intriguing problem.

(OOC: Ignore this if you wish, this is an alt and I understand if her vote doesn't count)

<< Kill >>

Wandering in toe not too far behind Raidou, she slinks into the chamber, sliding off a pair of getas and reveals long black stockings. A glance into the kitchen and back to where the red swordsman looked to be sliding around his utensils. "Interesting." her tone seemed concerned almost, as she folded her arms and began to lean on the frame between both. "You must be Sey, I've heard a lot about you." The woman catches her words, as they were given to her without her input. That glance becomes lit with gold, as her eyes narrow a bit. It twists to Hidden, with an honest form of inspection. Stuck there for a moment as the guy would respond. "Ah yeah." ruffling his fingers through the hair on the back of his head, spinning that pot eagerly. "I could say the same, Hidden won't stop talking about what you did for her. Really helped her out, so let me treat you all."

"I guess we are all present, at least those of us who are going to show?" The comment rolls as she focuses on the wilting lily, it seemed the both of them were trapped within this web, and only they were aware of it. The figment was bestowed with the same sense of realism simply due to Hidden's perceptions of her, that nothing could slip past her in reality.

Rec Roll:  ID:202961 | Battle:10, Craft:5, Loot:5 (No Proc)

A cat like slip through a distracted tyrant, a subtle strut that clicks via heels. A convincing little ploy, an earnest gift she'd not squander. Brandished silverish blue blade slices another hose clean, a flick of her left wrist drawing that estoc through something critical. A flicker and a sputter from the device as she peers over her left shoulder toward her tank and the imbecile that was droning. "There is weight in a promise, I know that far too well. Words, my dear, are all that we can truly hold sacred. If you can find no value in the words of others, then why should we take stock in yours?" That coy and playful almost fanged grin, alluding to some predatory nature within her.

"I have broken your things, and I took pride in it." A wave of that hand sees it peeled and pulled with some strange resistance, an effervescent purple hue played upon it like a dimly burning candle. "Dealing with fate?" Her eyes advance to the silver haired girl still playing the part of shadow and decaying flower. "We all have to answer to some predetermined fate, the problem is you showed it your cards. To bargain, one must be negotiating from a position of power. You wish to suade us via what? Pity and a prayer?"

Something screams and blows off the side of the scather she'd punctured, releasing some of that vorpal energy that catches her heels. A raise of her hand and a bit of glittering gold falls from her skin. The point? Aimed at @Gabrandr with intent. "Unfortunately, my dear, you have nothing left to give." The flames that ringed around her, from the scather and from the boss, seemed just that much weaker.

S. Makeshift Scather: Disarm -> (LD 16/30)

ID:202960 | Battle:3, Craft:12, Loot:10+6 (Lock/Dismantle/Paragon) = 16

(0) Simmoné | HP: 828/828 | EN: 80/90 | DMG: 30 | MIT: 63 (-20, 1/2) | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 (FOCUS) | LD: 8 (+1 Loot) | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | DRG.JEWEL
   (STM, Well Rested (1/3), AoE Shift, REC: 8)
   (CD: Field Medic 1/3)

"I grow bored by the monologue, preach, but without proof all I see is what is described." A flick of her rapier sees that bit of rubber from the scather she had disarmed at least once so far. Wounds heavy against her, taking stock of the rest of her group. "Right bit of mess we're in, I suppose someone else will have to be on bomb squad." The woman reaches into her blouse, into the slips of black leather and the sound of a rattling coin. It looked silver or platinum, and this was the first she'd ever shown such a thing. "But it's time I evened the odds a bit, more in the house's favor, of course." Placed on the tip of her right thumb, the ringing sound as she flicks it airborne. Those that would look on, expecting it to fall back to her hand, would notice it didn't. Instead, it seems to disappear in some portal or become nothing more than vapor. Balance tipped as it appeared the damage she'd sustained and those of the group had been reversed, but without any reason as to why. Turn's out, someone was on the payroll and enjoyed such an offering.

Free Action | Mass Heal (+10% Max HP recovered as HP)
Post Action | Field Medic (+25% Max HP Recovered as HP), -14 EN (Well Rested 1/3)

Morgenstern: 943*.35=330*1.1 (Survival) = +363 HP
@Macradon: 920*.35=322*1.1 (Survival) = +354 HP
Simmone: 828*.35= +289 HP

(0)Simmoné | HP: 776/828 | EN: 76/90 | DMG: 30 | MIT: 63 (-20, 1/2) | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 (FOCUS) | LD: 8 (+1 Loot) | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | DRG.JEWEL
   (STM, Well Rested, AoE Shift, REC: 8)
   (Field Medic CD [0/3])

New Stat Blocks:
(4)Morgenstern |HP: 807/943 | EN: 93/94 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 182 (-20, 1/2) | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3 (FOCUS) | BH: 51 (SURV) | LD: 0 (+1 Loot) | BLD IMMUNE | BRN IMMUNE | PARA IMMUNE | P.V.O | THRNS: 80 (incl. FL Thrns) (FL Thrn Crit 16/2)
   (Well Rested (2/2), No Shift)
   (HOWL [F])
   (CD: Howl 1/4)
(3) Macradon | HP: 920/920 | EN: 96/124 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 103 (-20, 1/2) | EVA: 1 | ACC: 4 | BH: 50 (SURV) | LD: 5 (+1 Loot) | THRNS: 16 (FR Thrn Crit 32/2)| HLY: 16 | PHASE | V.O.: 101
   (STM, Rested (2/2), No Shift, REC: 8)
   (FGT SPIRIT)
   (CD: ST-B unlocked | Charge 0/3)

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 restrictions. "But it suffices better than a few tokens that serve me none." Her gaze swaps back to Oni. "A pleasure doing business with you, perhaps in the future we will meet again." The notion that she could form a new route of trade far exceeded the value of what she attained, who knew what else Oni had that could appear on his little tapestry.

For Item ID's:  ID:202719 | Battle:7, Craft:9, Loot:9

Seeds: 115 [Silver (19)/Churns (18)/Apple (17)/Murmur (19)/Spread (12)/Heat (30)]

Gungir's Shard (x1) [-70] [202719a]
Candy Corn (x2) [-40] [202719b] [202719c]

Tags: 9 [Churns (2)/Apple (2)/Murmur (1)/Spread (1)/Heat (3)]

1 -> Halloween Candy (x3) [202719d] [202719e] [202719f]
3 -> Reroll Tickets (x3) [202719g] [202719h] [202719i]
5 -> Candy Corn (x1) [202719j]
7 -> T4 Perfect Weapon [202719k] [202719l] [202719m] [202719n] [202719o]

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, peering into one's true self and what they aspired to be. Such an elegant and yet simple piece, embossed edges rimmed that silver reflective surface. Her eyes still glowing, that refilling potion still ripe in its delivery of power.

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 own. Once imbibed, her eyes envelop in a gold light.

The skill turned up to 11, Simmone begins to inspect the girl uncomfortably long. "Now, you wish to cure yourself of your temper? Might I ask what for? That seems such an odd request. I've experienced that temper of yours first hand. It's effective, it suits you as much as the color of your clothes. Why would you be rid of it, my dear?" It was an honest question, one backed by truth that was not easy to deny. They'd just the other day engaged a dragon, two trolls and a bunch of babies. And in every instance, it was the girl's temper that kept her moving and swinging. Why would one want to dismiss such a useful source of strength. The black cat was dying to hear the answer.

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 reaching for a piece of fine china.

The black cat begins to offer some hot liquid into it, in a rich brown. A couple lumps of sugar in a cubed shape, one after another, making the top take to ripples. The clattering of a spoon as it batters the edges of that white porcelain, nearly the same color as the woman's skin. Removing the utensil and placing it down on the tray beneath it, it clicks as it drops. To her lips, as she flicks the budding bit of ash from that slender and fuming bit of paper. "What brings you to my humble abode, can't be here on guild business? You don't strike me as the type, no offense." The woman's eyes were muddied with an intensity, as if it was analyzing every move Celeste would make. Like a scientist watching surgery through a window. Matched with this coy and playful smile as she took a sip.

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 all manner of strangeness upon platforms and shelving. "Why is it so slow today, is there some event or something I am missing?" Simmone remarks out to the empty chamber, with no one to confirm or deny her rhetorical suspicion. Sliding out a hand and plucking an awaiting cigarette holder and lighting the end. Pressing it to her lips as her head tilts toward the ceiling. An inhale heavy, drawing deep that ash, before she expels it in a stream into the roof. "I wish something interesting would happen along, my chores are done, and I don't really feel like going out. Any messages girls?" The black cat beckons as she folds her arms and continues to puff, staring at her twins.

"Nope"

"Perfect..." Simmone sighs.

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 correctness that was catching in The black cat's head. A word spoken quite so long ago. There was safety in numbers, just in case things went awry. Preached to tedium and yet in this very moment it couldn't be more true. Why the hell was that boy always right all the damn time. Simmone sighs, another prophetic vision that dwarfed hers.

Post Action | ST-I [x12], -10 EN (Stamina)

ID:202631 | BD:5+3+1=9, CD: 7, HIT Using [x12] ST-I vs. Ugzeke Dealing 324-140=184 DMG

Players:
(H: 1) Celeste | HP: 716/716 | EN: 3/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
(H: 1) Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 59/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
(H: 1) Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 10/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
(H: 1) Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 62/110 | DMG: 29(+18) | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
(H: 1) Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 14/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
(H: 3) Griswold | HP: 757/897 | EN: 34/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
Ugzeke | HP: 1542/3100 | DMG: 300 | MIT: 140 | ACC: 2 | EVA: -1 [Shatter 1:2][Fl. Thorn 32/1]
Oblivious | Every turn, unless <<Ugzeke>> rolls CD 5+, he will remain oblivious to the enemy party and refuse to attack. This skill is disabled once <<Ugzeke>> becomes <<In Pain>>.
In Pain | Once <<Ugzeke’s>> health reaches 1200, he will become enraged as his skin turns red and he notices the party fully. His ACC is reduced to 1, but his EVA is increased to 2.
Smash | On an MD 9-10, his attack will hit the entire party for 225 DMG, lowering everyone’s ACC by 1 for two turns.
Hard Hitter | <<Ugzeke’s>> attacks cannot be parried.

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 hell of a day, at least maybe it meant they could take a long and honest break after all of this fiasco. Each of them smelled terrible, a mix of something burnt and something sweaty. "We can all take a bath after this, maybe even something to eat."

Post Action | Energize on Kasumi (+8 EN), -10 EN

Players:
Celeste | HP: 716/716 | EN: 12/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 57/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 13/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 60/110 | DMG: 29(+12) | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 22/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
Griswold | HP: 837/897 | EN: 40/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
Ugzeke | HP: 3100/3100 | DMG: 300 | MIT: 160 | ACC: 2 | EVA: -1
Oblivious | Every turn, unless <<Ugzeke>> rolls CD 5+, he will remain oblivious to the enemy party and refuse to attack. This skill is disabled once <<Ugzeke>> becomes <<In Pain>>.
In Pain | Once <<Ugzeke’s>> health reaches 1200, he will become enraged as his skin turns red and he notices the party fully. His ACC is reduced to 1, but his EVA is increased to 2.
Smash | On an MD 9-10, his attack will hit the entire party for 225 DMG, lowering everyone’s ACC by 1 for two turns.
Hard Hitter | <<Ugzeke’s>> attacks cannot be parried.

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 in the party really were running on empty, but they'd had quite the haul to show for it as well. It was taxing but effective, this routine they'd stolen off the guild hall table. "It doesn't look like they are doing much better." Simmone tries to reassure the group of players. The hardest thing to maintain now would be moral, everyone was on the verge of passing out.

Post Action | Energize on Kasumi (+8 EN), -10 EN

Players:
Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 63/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 21/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
Celeste | HP: 716/716 | EN: 19/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 61/110 | DMG: 29(+12) | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 15/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
Griswold | HP: 829/897 | EN: 46/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
[0,0,0,0,0,3] Drakeling Wyrm #1 | HP: 572/700 | DMG: 280 | MIT: 90 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 2
[0,0,0,0,0,3] Drakeling Wyrm #2 | HP: 700/700 | DMG: 280 | MIT: 90 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 2
[0,0,1,1,2,3] Budding Matriarch | HP: 1010/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 160 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 2 [FRSTB: 40/1]

Critical (MD 9): Deals (400) DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals (240) DMG to every other player.
Critical (MD 10): Deals (440) DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals (340) DMG to every other player.

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 that none could find. Right in the remnants of the party, footfall after footfall. It wasn't too awful dark, but the unmistakable scent of charcoal or sulfur that matched the maze near the tower. They were clearly in the right place. "Keep on your toes, I'll keep working up energy pools as I can. We have almost seen this through."

Using Dungeon Map Intermediate Dungeon Map #198706a

Post Action | Energize on Celeste (+8 EN), -10 EN

Players:
Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 69/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 31/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
Celeste | HP: 716/716 | EN: 33/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 59/110 | DMG: 29(+6) | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 28/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
Griswold | HP: 897/897 | EN: 44/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
Drakeling Offspring #1 | HP: 400/400 | DMG: 180 | MIT: 60 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 1
Drakeling Offspring #2 | HP: 400/400 | DMG: 180 | MIT: 60 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 1
Drakeling Offspring #3 | HP: 400/400 | DMG: 180 | MIT: 60 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 1
Drakeling Offspring #4 | HP: 400/400 | DMG: 180 | MIT: 60 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 1

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 into Setsuna in a twinned helix, and with it the girl's stamina bar twists from its standard green to a blue shade. "Just keep on your toes, Gaius, and keep an eye out for anything attempting to surprise us." But if he had one thing right, this was basically over. Ugzeke was as out of steam as he was out of options. Now it was just waiting till he keeled over.

Simmone casts Hyperactive on Setsuna (+3 EN per turn for 3 turns), Hyperactive CD [0/3]

Players:
(H: 3) Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 59/110 | DMG: 29(+6) | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 67/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
(H: 1) Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 45/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
(H: 1) Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 36/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
(H: 1) Celeste | HP: 697/716 | EN: 37/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
(H: 3) Griswold | HP: 897/897 | EN: 50/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
Ugzeke | HP: 1559/3100 | DMG: 300 | MIT: 120 | ACC: 2 | EVA: -1 [Shatter:1/2][Shatter:2/2]
Oblivious | Every turn, unless <<Ugzeke>> rolls CD 5+, he will remain oblivious to the enemy party and refuse to attack. This skill is disabled once <<Ugzeke>> becomes <<In Pain>>.
In Pain | Once <<Ugzeke’s>> health reaches 1200, he will become enraged as his skin turns red and he notices the party fully. His ACC is reduced to 1, but his EVA is increased to 2.
Smash | On an MD 9-10, his attack will hit the entire party for 225 DMG, lowering everyone’s ACC by 1 for two turns.
Hard Hitter | <<Ugzeke’s>> attacks cannot be parried.

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 would be taxing. At best, all Simmone could do is help ease the burden of that coming fatigue, not ebb it completely. "Lay into him quickly, else I won't be able to keep up." The woman remarks removing her rapier and keeping it ready at her side, the strange mix of support with a side of damage would focus primarily on her right hand today.

Post Action | Field Medic, -15 EN, Field Medic CD [0/3]
Gaius: 873*.25= +218 HP
Simmone: 806*.25= +201 HP
Kasumi: 851*.25= +212 HP
Setsuna: 828*.25= +207 HP
Celeste: 716*.25= +179 HP
Griswold: 897*.25= +224 HP

Players:
(H: 2) Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 57/110 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 68/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 50/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 43/92 | DMG: 29(+8) | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
Celeste | HP: 676/716 | EN: 45/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
Griswold | HP: 889/897 | EN: 58/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
Ugzeke | HP: 2593/3100 | DMG: 300 | MIT: 160 | ACC: 2 | EVA: -1
Oblivious | Every turn, unless <<Ugzeke>> rolls CD 5+, he will remain oblivious to the enemy party and refuse to attack. This skill is disabled once <<Ugzeke>> becomes <<In Pain>>.
In Pain | Once <<Ugzeke’s>> health reaches 1200, he will become enraged as his skin turns red, and he notices the party fully. His ACC is reduced to 1, but his EVA is increased to 2.
Smash | On an MD 9-10, his attack will hit the entire party for 225 DMG, lowering everyone’s ACC by 1 for two turns.
Hard Hitter | <<Ugzeke’s>> attacks cannot be parried.

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, and as she scans the field, her eyes lock on Setsuna. She'd seen this only one time before, and it happened in third lessons. Setsuna had taken damage. An easy to distinguish feeling in her gut, matched the intense cyan glow ripe on that girl's face. "Oh no." Simmone looks to the dragon with a look of shock. "You fucked up."

Post Action | ST-I [x12], -1 EN (Stamina, Well Rested -1/1)

ID:202341 | BD:1+3-1=1, CD: 2, MISS Using [x12] ST-I vs. Shadow Dragon Matriarch

Players:
(H: 2) Gaius | HP: 787/873 | EN: 93/110 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 3/3 | TRL BLD
Simmoné | HP: 686/806 | EN: 89/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
(H: 2) Kasumi | HP: 731/851 | EN: 65/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
(H: 1) Setsuna | HP: 708/828 | EN: 63/92 | DMG: 29(+8) | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
(H: 1) Celeste | HP: 596/716 | EN: 52/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
(H: 2) Griswold | HP: 777/897 | EN: 70/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Boss:
Shadow Dragon Matriarch | HP: 3049/4500 | DMG: 250 | MIT: 130 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 3 | Incarcerate [STK: 80/1][Shatter 1:2][Fl. Thorn 64/2]
Immunity: Hypnosis, Lullaby, Misperception, Paralyze, Freeze, Stunned (Familiar)
Dragon’s Scales: Mitigation Minimum 110
Tail Swipe: When rolling MD 9-10, the Matriarch will use its tail as a whip to attack all the party, dealing 120 unmitigatable damage and lower everyone’s energy by 10.
Piercing Gaze: On a CD 10+, the boss will paralyze the player with the lowest hate for a turn before attacking normally. This skill cannot activate alongside <<Tail Swipe>> or <<Hellfire>>.
Vicious Stomp: In the case of a CD 6-9 and LD 10+, the Matriarch will stomp the ground, lowering the entire party’s EVA by 1 for two turns. This effect does not stacked and any further activations will refresh its duration.
Preparation: Every four turns, the boss will attack the player with the highest hate for 100 DMG before flying up in the air, preparing to bombard the players with fire on its next turn. 
Hellfire: After staying in <<Preparation>> for a turn uninterrupted, the boss will breathe out fire on the players, dealing 300 unmitigatable DMG and applying 24 Burn DMG for the next two turns.
Bring Down The House: If the Matriarch is still in <<Preparation>>, players can deal 750 DMG to it to knock it out of the sky. Doing so will prevent it from using <<Hellfire>> and deal an additional 250 unmitigatable DMG to it.

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 the conductor wasn't present, but it still worked to see the creature slow down and start to languish. "How does she do it?" The black cat quips, using her right hand to shove herself back onto her feet. Shiina really was something special, that was hard to reproduce.

Free Action | Incarceration [186621]
Post Action | ST-I [x12], -1 EN (Stamina, Well Rested -1/2)

ID:202323 | BD:3+3-1=5, CD: 1, MISS Using [x12] ST-I vs. Shadow Dragon Matriarch

Players:
Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 110/110 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 31 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 3/3 | TRL BLD
Simmoné | HP: 806/806 | EN: 89/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
Kasumi | HP: 851/851 | EN: 94/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
Setsuna | HP: 828/828 | EN: 92/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
Celeste | HP: 716/716 | EN: 82/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 19 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
Griswold | HP: 897/897 | EN: 90/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Boss:
Shadow Dragon Matriarch | HP: 4500/4500 | DMG: 250 | MIT: 150 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 3 | Incarcerate
Immunity: Hypnosis, Lullaby, Misperception, Paralyze, Freeze, Stunned (Familiar)
Dragon’s Scales: Mitigation Minimum 110
Tail Swipe: When rolling MD 9-10, the Matriarch will use its tail as a whip to attack all of the party, dealing 120 unmitigatable damage and lower everyone’s energy by 10.
Piercing Gaze: On a CD 10+, the boss will paralyze the player with the lowest hate for a turn before attacking normally. This skill cannot activate alongside <<Tail Swipe>> or <<Hellfire>>.
Vicious Stomp: In the case of a CD 6-9 and LD 10+, the Matriarch will stomp the ground, lowering the entire party’s EVA by 1 for two turns. This effect does not stacked and any further activations will refresh its duration.
Preparation: Every four turns, the boss will attack the player with the highest hate for 100 DMG before flying up in the air, preparing to bombard the players with fire on its next turn. 
Hellfire: After staying in <<Preparation>> for a turn uninterrupted, the boss will breathe out fire on the players, dealing 300 unmitigatable DMG and applying 24 Burn DMG for the next two turns.
Bring Down The House: If the Matriarch is still in <<Preparation>>, players can deal 750 DMG to it to knock it out of the sky. Doing so will prevent it from using <<Hellfire>> and deal an additional 250 unmitigatable DMG to it.

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?" That was what worked before, and maybe it would work again? They had to try, even if it broke their element of surprise in the process. It beat wandering around in here until something jumped them for sure. As she asks, he gulps hard and reluctantly starts to move. Look's like he was willing to try.

ID:202321 | Battle:5, Craft:10, Loot:5+8=13 (Failure, No Spawn)

"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 was strange for him. Normally he'd be all for fighting 'the big thing' so what was the deal here? They were big and black and could fly, but really they were just as killable as the next thing on the plate. "Are you going to be ok, dear?" Simmone asks him, trying to suss out the culprit.

Feasted
Loot Dice +3: 181550-1, 181550-2, 181554 -> Loot Dice +3 Feast [6/6]

Consumed
Accuracy +2 Feast [2/6]
Evasion +2 Feast (Kasumi) [3/6]
Loot Dice +3 Feast (Simmone) [5/6]
Protein +2 Feast (Celeste) [3/6] {Filled}
Damage +3: 198859-3
Field Ration
Mega Slime Farm: +10% Final EXP

Added to Battle Ready:
Incarceration Masterpiece/Instant: 186621 [Simmone]

In possession:
Intermediate Dungeon Map #198706a

Simmoné | HP: 806/806 | EN: 90/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8

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 anything, and no matter how much something bothered you, it wasn't worth dragging everyone in to one's affairs on a whim. Intense and yet kind eyes, picking apart the girl as if ordering her to sit. If she wanted to speak, then she'd do so on Simmone's terms. That was the price she'd pay for slacking off, no matter how she interpreted it.