Kasumi

A sudden harsh suck of the strawberry milkshake, sees her brain turn into a popsicle. The girl coughs a few times, eyes watering as she almost face plants the table. "Really!?" Kasumi exhumes leaning forward, red as all get up and matched with a gleeful smile. "That's so good, oh my goodness." Her eyes welling in the mix of happiness and overwhelming cold. "Tell me all about it!" Here it was her cousin, and her best friend finally hitting it off. God knew that Raidou needed a release, and Eruda had been vying for his attention all this time. It was something Kasumi had been waiting for quite some time to come to fruition, the moment didn't even feel real. Earnestly leaning forward, desperate to hear the details of how it all went down. The teenage scene playing through her noggin as she imagined some almost corny drama with a happy ending, cupping the side of her head and allowing a straw to dangle out of her mouth.

Eruda knew much more than she let on, it seemed as though her cousin had had quite the sharing session. It was a weird mix of delight and sorrow given the context, as such the girl's face didn't know how to react. "Truth is, his father has no choice. He cannot deny Raidou's prowess, and after his defeat you can almost tell his pride has been damaged. All that is left is time, and for my cousin to wish to take the seat as the head of household." It was on that second point, that Kasumi was not so sure of the outcome. She was present during the exchange, the duel of ideals, and listened to the words spoken between them. It was clear that Raidou wanted no part of it. Another sip to try and break up the heavy thickness of the conversation between them. Kasumi wasn't expecting to get all deep in family history today, but it was what it was.

"Hmm, maybe your mom has a relative she hasn't been able to introduce you to because of the restriction." Kasumi remarks with the only thing that could make sense. It hardly mattered in the grand scheme, given their shared predicament. It wasn't any bells for Eruda either. "Getting in as a student usually begins when you're really young, they see promise in kids in the barracks, which is half the reason they are kept so close. I started training when I was barely a year old." All the memories of the strict tutelage playing behind amber eyes, kept at bay by a chipper grin and a small decree on a hand wrap. "Even more, Raidou wouldn't be allowed to teach anything. I don't know if he told you, but even as the heir, he has denied his father completely. He refuses to learn anything meant for hurting people, and uh..." She struggled to put the flashback to words, where Raidou virtually destroyed his own father in combat and was stripped of his title and forsaken by all but his mother. The very same that convinced her to follow him instead.

She was a little curious, but it seemed that Eruda already knew quite a bit about it. It must have come from Raidou himself, which left her with a slight bit of joy. That mean he was talking about it, letting all that pent-up steam out. "There are a few families in those buildings, I just didn't know that you would be one of them. I know about them, because I live with my cousin. That's how I've learned what I have." That should have been apparent, but it rolls of Kasumi without even a hint of irritation. "Only students can enter the main building, likewise students are not allowed to mingle with the extended family. It is almost a punishment to the ones housed outside. They lose the ability to speak with those that have chosen to learn, as if they no longer exist. It also is supposed to allow those inside to focus on their studies."

There was an obvious plastering of confusion on Kasumi's face. "Only family are allowed to stay there, it's a private estate, not one for rent. Which means you have to be related to someone on the inside." Her mind started to linger on the people that lived inside the dojo, and there wasn't that many. Her hand rose with fingers extending, as she counted out the people as they rushed through her mind.

The blossom was a bit curious what else it was that Eruda wished to talk about, and yet she would wait for her to be ready to share. "You live in the barracks?" she was perplexed by the notion. She rounds her ear with her right hand, pulling a lingering strand of orange hair out of her eyes. Another sip, trying to put the pieces together in her head. "That's where the extended family live, are you related to him somehow?" Her question wasn't too unorthodox, she cannot recall the entire family tree of her cousin. She squints a bit, trying to pick up on some semblance of shared features. Not a single one.

It was true that only those that stayed in the main residence were required to learn the hereditary teaching of Tenjinmon. Eruda knew likely little about it. "It's not designed to protect anyone." her face distorts into a look of sorrow, as memories of bones breaking riddle her eardrums. What she studied, was a perversion of that. One created and twisted by a boy in glasses to change its very nature. It was harder to do, an alive and not mutilated opponent was one that could retaliate. A snap to reality, with newfound determination, "Boulder quest then." spoken with a nod. She'd be the second teacher ever for a rewrite of history.

A cup of her face with both hands, eying the waitress curiously, and yet she didn't seem any different to her. "Hmm." the remnants of a brain freeze fading and her breathing becoming regular. "I just assumed you were trying to figure yourself out. Everyone does it." The blossom dismisses it, after all Eruda was her friend. The following question takes her by surprise, and the shock plays out on her face. "You wanna learn Tenjinmon?" There was a mix of excitement and interest in her tone. "What for? I'll teach you, but, it's kind of a pain in the butt. You'd be better off learning from..." The sentence breaks off halfway through.

"I'll teach you." her composure becomes much more adamant, for this was something she could take off of her cousin's shoulders. "First, we need to get the game to allow you to, though." Kasumi was of course referring to Breaking the unbreakable, the requirement for using your hands at all beyond holding a sword or fiddling outside of combat.

Landing in the small shop, shortly after Eruda given the slowed response. "Sorry I'm late!" Kasumi exhumes as she slides into the chair opposed to her friend. Placing down the tiny matched bag and sliding the almost patio style white chair closer to the rounded table. Looking to the small perspiring glass that matched the blonde tanks. "Is this one supposed to be for me?" A little heavy breathing given jumping in platformed sandals, she takes a single sip instinctually and exhales with a rather girly squeal. "Brain freeze." waving a hand near her face, with one of her eyes shut and a tongue poking out. It passes after a few moments, watching Eruda's attention listing a bit into the distance. Following her gaze, to an NPC waitress she'd seen time and time again. "Is something wrong?" she asks her with a single hand cupped over one side of her mouth, leaning in slightly.

Another response in about the same tune as the last, and Kasumi was already halfway through changing her clothes. The girl pauses, placing an extended finger to her chin in thought, still half clad in her attire. Based on that, it was clearly not a quest. She stops and starts to peel off what she had on, swapping modes into a rather plain and yet pretty sundress. "How about..."

Her fingers begin to hunt and peck out keys as she slid a loop over her shoulder.

Then, picking up the pile that was her Gi, returning it to the wooden figure it was peeled from. Out of respect for what it represented, it would not be allowed to linger on the floor. Running a small ribbon through her hair, and peeling it tight into a knot, clears the dangling bangs from her shoulders. Staring back at her, the afternoon sun that pulsed vibrantly on the fields of crossing. Flowers were in full bloom, of every shade and lit up by a burning ball that hung in the sky above and reflected off the moisture. An ideal day, following a storm the night before.

A soft tapping bounces off the interior, small shavings of gems collecting in a pile. Kasumi leans forward and blows with a quick exhale, clearing them and peeling the cut under a lens. It grows beneath it, allowing her to scan the glister and confirm the quality. "That will do nicely." Kasumi remarks with a smile, motioning the segmented piece for a future fitting. A ding, ringings on her HUD and beckons her attention like a bird on a post. A slight jump as it startles her, it was a little early for an expected message.

Sliding it open with a drag of her left hand, pressing an index into a flashing envelope icon. The screen explodes into a much larger window. It was from Eruda, of all people, so early. But it wasn't for a quest but a question. Hastily fingering the keys to a response, it reads as follows.

Bolting in with a darting strand of purplish light, a heel connects and bits of plate armor break in a turbulence echoing outward like a walnut out of a shell. They begin to flake off, as her other heel connects in a wide arc. "It's only losing more defense, I'll keep working on it." The blossom is caught completely off guard when an edge of silver slides into that newly exposed flesh. Her head twists with a snap, to see that same coy grin of Simmone, and the girl had never pegged her as a fighter. A returned smile, before they both detach as the body begins to shutter and quiver. The sounds from the rampaging titan started to sound more desperate, weakening and frail. Despite its size, it couldn't hold a candle to the sheer force it was being placed under. A snap of her hands back up, pulling tight a binding of ribbon. "Once more." the girl murmurs as her appendages flare.

[x12] TECH-D -> -12 EN

ID:199162 | BD:8+6-0=14, HIT Using [x12] TECH-D vs. Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn Dealing 348-150=198 DMG, [Paralyzed] applied, [Shatter] applied

Vanity Tag: @Simmone

Players:
[H:2] Gaius | HP: 705/851 | EN: 87/108 | DMG: 29(+4) | MIT: 50 | ACC: 2 | LD: 7 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 8 | H.M.: 6 | REC: 3 | BH: 34
[H:2] Kasumi | HP: 581/761 | EN: 62/86 | DMG: 29(+4) | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O
Shiina | HP: 581/761 | EN: 73/86 | DMG: 1(-4) | MIT: 167 | EVA: 3 | LD: 1 | MENDING: 2 | REC: 8 | THRNS: 36
[H:4] Eruda | HP: 671/851 | EN: 65/88 | DMG: 11(+4) | MIT: 207 | ACC: 2 | BRN: 56 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3 | BD: 42

Boss:
Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn
HP: ????/???? | DMG: 400 | MIT: 150 | EVA: 0 | ACC: 3

Damage Dealt Prior Rounds: 2137
Damage Dealt This Round: 198

Unmaking Breath: On a MD 9-10: Attack becomes an AOE dealing 180 Unmitigated DMG to all targets.
Unnatural Regeneration: Battle Healing 50
Status Resistance: Unless the same CC effect is applied again, it fails to activate (To freeze her, one needs to land two instances of freeze before it triggers)
Global Entity: Her statistics, Debuffs, status effects, DoT's and attacks are split over multiple threads.

The small little attachment seemed to suit the weapon, and still a bundle of nerves, Kasumi cannot help but smile. It was the strangest sentiment, and it was clear both of them were nervous beyond all compare. The tension so thick one could cut off a piece, and it would clatter to the floor like a dropped plate. The spot it was plucked from still stung with the fleeting burning, as if something was pressed against the flat of her hand. She found a stone in her throat, unable to respond to Koga and his sentiment. A blur of what to say buzzing behind a pair of amber eyes, threatening to have her short circuit again.

Say something

Say anything

Come On!

"That's g-good."

Not That Stupid!

"I m-mean, than-nk you." It was a truly pathetic choking out of words, but at least it was something. It would be painfully clear she had no idea what to say.

► Like Water
Cost: 10 SP
Passive
Requirements: Rank 5 [Martial Arts], Equipped [Hand Wraps]
Effect: User ignores 50% of targets Mitigation
Description: 
To break stone, one must find fractures. Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves. Everything has a breaking point, and Mugen Tenshin will find and exploit it.

Rocketing with Setsuna's advance, a twinned parade of lights. A lavender bluish purple and an amber orange, a single extended arm finds purchase. A blackish ichor sprays from an opened wound, as a bladed pair of fingertips slide easily through a carapace of armor. A sharp tear and a handful of petals, as the girl ceases to exist. What comes not but a second later, a massive axe driven within that newly punched hole. There was a simple and undeniable effectiveness in the mixing of abilities, and here was no different. A girl with raven hair had followed suit, chaining the blow with one of her own. The tapping of her feet as she slides to neutral, having landed from an obscured lunge. They parade across the field like shooting stars, taking ruthless and emboldened strikes against a beast that could not hold against them. A soft exhalation escapes her lungs, as she reaches again to that pouch and clasps and handful of those fragments of flower in a tightly locked fist.

ST-II [x15], -11 EN

ID:199162 | BD:8+6+1-3=12, CD:6, HIT Using [x15] ST-II vs. Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn Dealing 435-150=285 DMG, [Paralyzed] applied

Players:
[H:1] Gaius | HP: 851/851 | EN: 82/108 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 50 | ACC: 2 | LD: 7 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 8 | H.M.: 6 | REC: 3 | BH: 34
Kasumi | HP: 761/761 | EN: 70/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O
Shiina | HP: 761/761 | EN: 76/86 | DMG: 1 | MIT: 167 | EVA: 3 | LD: 1 | MENDING: 2 | REC: 8 | THRNS: 36
Eruda | HP: 851/851 | EN: 63/88 | DMG: 11 | MIT: 207 | ACC: 2 | BRN: 56 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3 | BD: 42

Boss:
Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn
HP: ????/???? | DMG: 400 | MIT: 150 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 3

Damage Dealt: 285

Unmaking Breath: On a MD 9-10: Attack becomes an AOE dealing 180 Unmitigated DMG to all targets.
Unnatural Regeneration: Battle Healing 50
Status Resistance: Unless the same CC effect is applied again, it fails to activate (To freeze her, one needs to land two instances of freeze before it triggers)
Global Entity: Her statistics, Debuffs, status effects, DoT's and attacks are split over multiple threads.

(Lol never used this post, it had a Respite stored.)

3/3/22 (Crafting Respite: 184167-2)

204549, T1/Perfect/Trinket
204551, T1/Perfect/Trinket
204552, T4/Perfect/Trinket

204546, T1/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204547, T1/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204550, T1/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204553, T1/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204554, T1/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204555, T1/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204556, T1/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204557, T1/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204558, T1/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204559, T1/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage

204564, T1/Perfect/Trinket

204561, T1/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204565, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204567 T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204569 T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204570 T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204571 T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
204572 T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage

9/21/21

Demonic Upgrade (Shard Sent 9/21/21)

3.1 Demonic Upgrade Alteration Reinbursment:

Here (2 Shards) -> Freyd
Here (4 Shards) -> Freyd

Appearing shoulder to shoulder with Sam with a harsh twist. A sickening crunch as its head twists full circle. Moving closer to Sam and twisting to face the opposition, forming a circle around the entry to the tower now that it had been breached. Able to catch just a bit of what Gaius was laying down, she couldn't help but grin. The guy had been leagues different from the man she had to punch when they first met, he grew up. Her feet begin to slide, drawing a path through the sand as her hands find their way near her chest. An open hand for her left extended and yet a folded elbow near her waist, the other a balled fist docked on her right hip in a 45-degree angle for her elbow. Unmistakably a stance for a trained fighter. She'd hold her ground and stand with the rest, The rest of their resistance began to form up a barrier to the watching structure at their backs. None of these soldiers would have a chance of breaking past them, stronger still as a group then as individuals. A vision made real, and one she was right to support and acknowledge. "They won't be getting past us." Kasumi remarks with a tone that sounded so sure, an adamant resolve that mirrored her cousins. It ran in the family.

Vanity Tag: @Sam

198734, LD:1+6=7, Stealth Rating (Lol gross, guess she's not trying to hide then)

Players:
Gaius | HP: 851/851 | EN: 77/108 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 50 | ACC: 2 | LD: 7 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 8 | H.M.: 6 | REC: 3 | BH: 34
Kasumi | HP: 761/761 | EN: 58/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O
Shiina | HP: 761/761 | EN: 79/86 | DMG: 1 | MIT: 167 | EVA: 3 | LD: 1 | MENDING: 2 | REC: 8 | THRNS: 36
Eruda | HP: 847/851 | EN: 59/88 | DMG: 11 | MIT: 207 | ACC: 2 | BRN: 56 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3 | BD: 42

Two punches, quicker than hell. Each with solid thuds before her fingers straighten, and like butter slide right through a ribcage. A spray of digital fragments, like glass from a shattered pane. "Its exposed." Kasumi remarks as an inward observation, thoughts to words. Scampering feet ring off to one side, and she shifts low, the swipe leaving a couple strands of hairs to flee. A spinning roundhouse finds the side of its dome, causing its head to turn from the blow. More close in and a quick transition of her hand into an awaiting pouch clasps a handful of petals that were in waiting. Blasted by a ringing shield, before a stomp causes the ground to shake. Her attention shifts to see that bulwark lifted to his shoulder. Griswold. A platform.

Scampering toward it and using it to vault upward, a spin sees a handful of lilacs appear in a circle. The girl was gone.

Vanity Tag: @Griswold

[x15] AOE-I, 11 + 2 * 3 = 17 EN

Vanish Lethal Trigger Met!

Loot Rolls:

Players:
Gaius | HP: 851/851 | EN: 89/108 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 50 | ACC: 2 | LD: 7 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 8 | H.M.: 6 | REC: 3 | BH: 34
Kasumi | HP: 761/761 | EN: 54/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O
Shiina | HP: 761/761 | EN: 80/86 | DMG: 1 | MIT: 167 | EVA: 3 | LD: 1 | MENDING: 2 | REC: 8 | THRNS: 36
Eruda | HP: 849/851 | EN: 73/88 | DMG: 11 | MIT: 207 | ACC: 2 | BRN: 56 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3 | BD: 42

Mobs:
[1,0,0,1] Sundered Spire Soldier #5 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[2,0,0,4] Sundered Spire Soldier #7 | HP: 61/372 | DMG: 124 [BRN: 56/1]
[1,0,0,3] Sundered Spire Soldier #9 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #10 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124

Total Loot:
13911*Col
16*Materials
T4 Rare Trinket #198490a
T4 Perfect Trinket #198491a
T4 Rare Trinket #198492a
T4 Rare Armor/Shield #198696a
T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #198697a
T4 Perfect Consumable #198697b
T4 Perfect Consumable #198697c

There was but a single handful of lilac petals that glisten on the wind, a spin of her heel as she apparates what appears from nothing in a flash of purple. A single extended heel rakes across multiple heads, sending them spiraling out in all directions. "I will do what I must." She remarks to Freyd, she would hold this ground if that was what needed to happen. Landing gingerly in a sprawling descending twirl, a spray of those little purple bits of flower twinkling like snow, and her body raises to an opponent facing Freya. A quick slide of her feet as her hands take to sweeping and mirrored circles, and an extension of her arm in a snap. Like a super heated rod, a bladed hand and fingertips pierce its spine and out the front showing sparking blue data being punched out its stomach. The pass had just lost one more body of protection.

Vanity Tag: @Freya @Freyd

[x15] AOE-I, 11 + 2 * 4 = 19 EN

Loot Rolls:

Players:
Gaius | HP: 851/851 | EN: 89/108 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 50 | ACC: 2 | LD: 7 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 8 | H.M.: 6 | REC: 3 | BH: 34
Kasumi | HP: 761/761 | EN: 67/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O
Shiina | HP: 761/761 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 1 | MIT: 167 | EVA: 3 | LD: 1 | MENDING: 2 | REC: 8 | THRNS: 36
Eruda | HP: 851/851 | EN: 88/88 | DMG: 11 | MIT: 207 | ACC: 2 | BRN: 56 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3 | BD: 42

Mobs:
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #5 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[1,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #2 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[1,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #3 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[1,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #4 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124

Total Loot:
7774*Col
8*Materials
T4 Rare Trinket #198490a
T4 Perfect Trinket #198491a
T4 Rare Trinket #198492a

A twist of the neck of one standing creature, a snap as it becomes limp in her respective hands. It was cold and gruesome, and somewhere in her heart it was sickening. But it was repressed, and there was an aura of seriousness composed upon the girl that once would have shed a tear. "It won't matter." Kasumi spoke in a calm and focaled tone, one that mirrored her cousin's. Black attire upon her back, tightening the surrounding grip of those handwraps. A lunge back in time with Setsuna, a scattering of lilac petals left behind. Upon a large spire of stone, the girls perched, ready for the coming tides of conflict. "I can hold my own, and after this we continue the sparring." she looked to the silver haired child, who as of late she had been besting in their exchanges. To Sam, the newest of their division. "And I have yours."

Vanity Tag: @Sam@Setsuna

Feasted:
Accuracy +2: 184282-1, 184283 -> Accuracy +2 Feast [4/4 Remaining]

Consumed:
Evasion +2: 175874-1
Loot Dice +3: 180928
Damage +3: 186461-3
Protein +3/Filled Feast (Gaius) [2/4 Remaining]
Accuracy +2 Feast [3/4 Remaining]
Mitigation +3 (T4) (Shiina) Feast [2/4 Remaining]
Field Rations

Kasumi | HP: 761/761 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O

8/23/21

198298, T1/Perfect/Trinket
198300, T1/Perfect/Trinket
198302, T1/Perfect/Trinket
198303, T4/Perfect/Trinket
198306, T4/Perfect/Trinket
198309, T4/Perfect/Trinket

198299, T1/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
198305, T4/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
198307, T4/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage

8/21/21

Materials Sent: 4/25/21
Demonic Shards Sent: 8/21/21

Materials Sent: 4/26/21

7/13/21

Materials Sent: 12/22/20

Materials Sent: 4/25/21 (Shards sent 7/13/21)

"Defend." She spoke the word with a break, "It was not made to defend yourself from harm." Fiddling again and ever, so faintly it can be seen: she was squirming as she recalled the sounds of bones breaking. "Tenjinmon is something only taught in one school, from my understanding. No one else I've met knows about it either, so it's no surprise." Lifting her left hand and rounding her ear again, a bit of nervousness cleaned up like wiping a table. The blossom had never spoken about this to anyone, normally just a dismissal, and thankfully not many were that interested to begin with.

She didn't want to lie to Koga, and she couldn't ignore his curiosity

A smile returns to her face as the guy starts to joke and twists the conversation into a cleaner and less, heart-wrenching area. "I like to make things, build things." Instead of destroying them. Remembering the guys katana, Kasumi leans toward one of the crates at Koga's side and pulls out some orange colored wire. Her fingers begin to dance, weaving the bits of cable as she binds it to a small ring, creating a braid. A flash of blue light, a pulse before it shifts to purple and fades. Handing it to Koga a bit flustered with an uncomfortable twitching as she closed in. "A Kashira ornament." defining it, although she assumed he'd know as much. It was metallic and bound close together.

Given (that one trinket I forget)