Kasumi

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +25 HP Hot on Setsuna's trail, as her and Raidou fought against an unseen force. The gentle but quick tapping of Kasumi's feet prove her existence and she sees the opportunity. Raidou locks blades, and Setsuna side swipes drawing enough attention for Kasumi to make her move. Finding the space she needed, the girl slides right between her cousins legs and immediately springs legs first from the floor. Her thighs wrap around the creatures right arm and above its shoulder. Kasumi tenses and snaps them closed, using her hands around the things wrist as

*Optimal Turn Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +25 HP Rushing in moments after the flames batter them all, Kasumi drives her heel into the creatures skull. It causes the thing to land as its dazed and for a moment it even loses vision. The spinning axe kick leaves a trail of pink that lingers after the blow connects, sending a sharp pile of scales raining down from above. As the dragon descends the girl springs onto it and off, using it to vault and change her momentum. She only travels a few feet before she disappears as quickly as she came. Another flash of pink, sees the

Maintain Stealth | 230028, LD: 16 + 6 = 22, Success! A sudden surge of pink light shows a streak of Kasumi slamming her foot into the things devilish grin. Barred teeth shatter out of its skull and sprinkle the ground, and with it a slew of shiny black scales. The thing twists in anguish before its head immediately pivots back toward her, a sickly looking purple color flaring in a crest upon its head. Its eyes start to burn in a vibrant red, filled with malice and outrage. Those teeth follow a jaw which jerks toward Kasumi, who blinks out of view as they slam where her frame once remained

Stealth: 230021 | LD: 5 + 6 = 11, Success! Looking to Setsuna who showed that stoic precision as she always wore. It was almost surgical how driven and calm that she always appeared. For as long as Kasumi has worked with her, and known her she's been this very frigid and plain faced girl. That fact only really changed when she smelled blood, where a lack became a sudden surge of outrage. But she was effective and respected authority to a fault, which allowed their captain to hold her back even when she had that look in her eyes. Like a rabid dog on a leash. Kasumi's attentions shift and s

Standard Recovery +4 EN Kasumi snaps to response at her cousins cry for aid, and the sharp clacking of her sandals on the stonework begin to pick up speed. She makes it within about 10 ft. of her target before she vaults forward, and lands upon the spear still driven through the creatures chest. It bounces but is relatively rooted as she clamps down with both hands around the shaft and spins around it to preserve her momentum. Once around she ends up rocketing into the creatures helmet and upper half. The sound of cracking before its plate shatters and throws bits of metal out in every di

Maintain Stealth | 229949: LD 12 + 6 = 18, Success The first two of her party tear into the room, and what follows is the sounds of clattering metal. "Right." The girl murmurs into the darkness as she slinks in with rapid footfalls, being met with flying bits of fabric that once took the shape of people. Past them were moving forces in an almost ritual like circle. Just what the hell did their group stumble upon? Two suits of armor rush toward Raidou and Simmone, and Kasumi pays them a number of potent attacks from the shadows. A kick here, a jab there. Airborne, below and behind. There w

Relaxed [2/2], Full EN recovery, Stealth | 229933 LD: 3 + 6 = 9 + 1 [Basement], Success Being lifted to her feet, Kasumi dusts off her backside and thanks the gods that she didn't squat into a puddle. Simmone ushers on ahead, and Kasumi remains behind to assure that Celeste was mobile. The pair would keep on Simmones back with their vigor renewed, pushing themselves deeper and deeper into the thick of the sewers. The woman they sought out in here before they were pulled away, couldn't have gotten that far. There was no flash that showed she'd teleported, and she knew that her cousin was e

Relaxed [1/2] A pained inhale makes the girls lungs burn like fire, and after a few steps she finds a place to take a seat. Pressing an open palm against her chest, she starts to stabilize her breathing. A hand on her back from Simmone offers her some comfort, as Raidou and Gaius proceed down one of the nearby tunnels, Gaius splashing into a puddle as he leaps back down into the sewer. As the boys disappear out of view, the girl takes a moment to rake her hands through her hair and get the fragments of bone and slime out of it. Her eyes advance upward to the number of NPC's staring down t

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A rather simple appearance the girl took within the confines of her own shop. A simple white sundress, a ribbon that held her hair up and out of her face. A thick leather apron over her clothes and some simple slip on shoes, she'd appear not entirely unlike other merchants of Taft. As she'd wander to a closed door, looking curiously at the door as she slowly peels it open. With a click it hits a doorbell above the frame, it rattles and announces her peeking out the door. To which her face goes from silent complexity to a wide brimming smile in the matter of an instant. "Ok" She affirms lo

Standard Recovery +4 EN The strangest events and actions, Raidou breaking his silent creed. He was using Mugen Tenshin again, Simmone seemed to harness some strange power. Celeste was somehow preventing passing out. Somehow this felt so odd, as if possibility was changing for each of them. Dropping her distraction, her sights set to an exposed foe and slam hard into the creatures back with ruthless tenacity. Following up Simmone's strike she rockets around and pays each of the bosses who would strike at the black haired woman to buy her some time. A kick here and a punch there, blinks of

Standard Recovery +4 EN That gust of wind from Gaius gives her bar just the smallest of surges, allowing her to keep on her feet. However she does need to adjust and prevent the cold from scratching areas where it shouldn't and maintain her modesty. A twist sees her holding pieces down as her hair flails around angrily. It doesn't last for too long, and eventually she is free to adjust her outfit and fix her hair. Raking a clawed hand through her side burn like strands she looks to Gaius who offers a smile and a sharp thumbs up before jerking his attention back to their foe. Kasumi shares

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Fades, Charge Refreshed Accepting Simmone's aid, Kasumi manages to her feet as her lungs burned. Her vision a bit weak and blurry, Simmone rakes a porcelain finger across her forehead and shifts her bangs out of her mouth. "Thanks..." She manages out as her breathing starts to stabilize a bit, yet that burning in chest doesn't quite disappear entirely. Kasumi follows Simmone's attention and sees her charge into the fray, and as she does Kasumi's eyes advance to her own stamina bar. Waiting eagerly for the moment she would have enough

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration {2/3}, Charge CD {2/3} Troubled breath as she inhales sharply, her face becoming flush as she was pushing well beyond where she normally had to. This reminded her quite a bit of much earlier in their journey, and it was as if they were back to that point again. Yet how was that possible, most of what they had done up to this point should have made them more then capable of dealing with what the game had to offer. Scanning the party, most were having similar troubles. A glance toward Nisa, this must be that womans doing surel

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration {1/3} A sudden surge without out a single reduction, as Kasumi fights against her own troubled breath. She looks to Raidou, as if searching for some sort of answer and sees her cousin giving his all and Simmone seeming to attack earlier then she should be able to. A shake of her head, and fights against the imposed restriction. Her body felt stiff, as if seized. Her feet slowly twist and her arms begin to sweep in wide circles, under strain. A vibrant pink light burns upon them as a form takes hold. Like fires, a ring of col