Kasumi

Perched precariously on a few uneven boxes playing chair, Koga starts to outline his hobbies. A subtle nod as she clambered a hand against her forehead, checking it for herself and trying to wave the sparks away. "You're an artist!?" her face lights up, something furious. The blossom had always appreciated someone else ability to draw, she could never really do it despite any effort to do so. "I don't like fighting at all." she folds her hands into a tiny pyramid using her fingertips on her lap, slinking atop the covers that were strewn across her legs. "I practice a form of She Quan and Jujutsu, Known as Tenjinmon" Looking toward the Gi hanging on the rack with a bit of discomfort, the customary garb of the art for females. In the same vain it was a bit embarrassing having to wear it, but the goal was to 'distract' your opponents, and it was easy to do so as a woman in such clothing. Moreover, there wasn't much in the way of resistance, her movements wouldn't be hindered by the thing at all either. It's what she knew, and was the easiest choice for her to attempt a go at surviving the game by leaning onto it. "I'd love to see one of your drawings some time." her attempts at redirection, martial arts, were sort of a sore spot.

Koga was still pushing to work her back to health, riddled with some sickness that seemed to come out of nowhere. Unable to process what this was, something she had possibly caught in her efforts or from one of her foes. "A bit, but I still feel a little warm." she comments rubbing her eyes and trying to break eye contact, it was sinking in that she was uncomfortably staring. A raise of her hands and a dismissive wave of them, "No no, I'll be fine I just need to..." Looking down at the cup of tea and taking the last bit into her face, a bit puffed up as she took more than a sip. Her intentions were to not impose on Koga any, he was already doing loads for her and was desperately trying to prove that she was 'ok'. Confused, worried, a bit flustered. Kasumi would owe him leagues for this, he didn't have to hang out with her or buy her all of this. 

One heavy swallow with an expression that spoke 'see?' like a child trying to present a drawing. Abruptly she twists her head and asks "What do you do for fun?" it was about as smooth as sandpaper on bark, but it was the girl's best attempt.

If she wasn't red before, she was now. Another gentle touch that she unknowingly leans into. There was something amazing to the static that almost made her skin crawl. "I don't know about that." Kasumi hadn't ever thought about it. She was always a center of attention, but it never really dawned on her, it could have been because of beauty. Always assumed that it was because she tried so hard to remain happy, intentionally making other people smile with her actions and make their days brighter. "Is it still there?" a bright red pair of cheeks and wavering doe like eyeballs beneath Koga's fingers as if she was looking through bars in a fence. "I hope so, I don't want to be a burden." her thoughts turned to the time Sam had to carry her home, fainting from the swordfish being decapitated and the water making her seasick. As he'd remove his hand from her head, she'd kind of follow it as the weight had left.

A bit of a wiggle as Koga moved for the bowl, her skin taking static after the brush beneath the fabric. "I would imagine." She tries to place that thought back in its box, their conversation was going so well that she didn't want to spoil it. But there was a slight redness to her, a sensitivity hard to ignore. "Of course. You hardly know me..." and she pushes in a deep red and begins to rub her thumbs on the ring of the cup. "But you went and found this, and have been working to fix whatever..." gesturing to her blushing face. "This is." A struggled swap to her cup, trying to dismiss how awkward she'd probably just made this. "This is good tea." stupid Kasumi, stupid... tapping the side of her head with a smile and trying to shield her face from view. A round of her hair around her right ear, avoiding Koga's look with her own.

Taking another bite now halfway through the dish, given it had cooled to the point that it could be consumed without worry. Her nerves absent, and with it the fluster had since faded. The sheer complication that was a boy and a girl in a room by themselves was so far from her current thoughts that it held no discomfort. "I'll say so, I am pretty lucky that I found who I did." she of course was referring to Koga as well, here was this guy who thought she was sick, and maybe she was. He rushed off into a nearby town and bought her some 'get well' food. His other comment didn't seem to phase her at all, like a bullet against the side of a battleship or a sheet of steel.

"Don't count yourself short either, Alkor seems like a good guy." Kasumi wasn't too sure who all were his friends, but if they were half as kind as him, then he was equally blessed. The rattle of an empty bowl as the blossom swapped to the cup, taking a look into the ceiling and becoming lost in the boards that made it up. "This place is beautiful, perfect. But the people in here prove that it's in flaws true beauty exists. We're all fortunate that we have each other. I wonder what the world outside of Aincrad will feel like, once we all leave this place. I don't think I'll ever forget you, Koga."

Listening intently as she nursed the bowl with both hands, the heat through the wood still obvious despite its thickness. Taking bites after a soft exhalation on each spoonful, and leaving the object on her lap as she accepts the tea from Koga. A gentle yet heavy inhale as she takes the scent in to appreciate it, breathing out before taking a sip. "I know someone like that, difficult and yet..." Another sip carefully as to not scold her tongue, allowing the golden liquid to settle. "They are more caring than they allow themselves to believe." She was of course referring to Setsuna.

That same polite grin from her as it could be sensed that honest happiness that oozed out of her pores. "Maybe I will." Another bite of the soup carefully, spinning the spoon as she grew accustomed to the taste as well. It wasn't quite what the day had in store, but even still, it was nice. "I don't have any brothers or sisters, just a cousin. He's difficult and hard to understand at times. But he cares and takes everything so personally and directly. He tries so hard to protect and defend everyone around him, I love him for it, and yet I can't help but notice that it's stressing him out."

In a cave on floor 21, the breaking of roots is interrupted by a solid sneeze.

Instantly flushed as soon as the boy's voice pierced the room. "Thank you." she spoke as she reached out and took the basin from the guy, looking into the brackish red stuff still piping hot and bleeding steam into the open air. Cradling it with both hands, trying to swallow the flutter and boil in her skin on her face. Taking a single bite, it still a bit too hot, causing her to wiggle her toes a bit. It was an attempt of distraction for a wavering mind, and for a second or two it did the trick.

Curious and also hoping to deflect her own twisted emotions, she looks on to Koga and asks him "You have a sister? What's she like, if you don't mind me asking?" her hair drapes down over her shoulder, a swaying pour of the stuff. A soft smile, still red as all get up, but she was working to fix that.

Confused and frazzled to all get up, Kasumi sat alone in the room she normally spent her nights in. Her face still felt hot, and the covers she'd been stuffed into weren't offering her any respite. Was she sick? Her eyes advance to the door across this small chamber. Slightly open still, Koga nowhere in sight. "Why am I so...pbth" She comments sticking out her thumb. This was her first time ever going to lunch by herself with a boy, excluding before when it was like paying the guy back. It didn't dawn on her what it must have looked like to the shopkeeper. Her head swims a bit, "WAS IT ALWAYS A DATE?" she yelps, pulling a pillow to her face. It starts to sink in what it was Koga had said to her before his inevitable extraction from this obtuse situation. "Friends, right. I am making this more than it is." she taps her face with both hands, trying to convince herself to let that hotness making her skin boil to pass. "Just Friends, we're just friends, Kasumi. Don't MAKE IT WEIRD." she squeals, hugging the pillow like a stuffed animal.

A sudden grasp of her hand sees Kasumi's legs feel like jello. This was not AT ALL how she expected the day to go. Before she could even process the fact that she was holding hands with a boy, she ended up in her own bed. When did we get here? she looks up past some enforced covers at Koga. "N-no." she was still awfully embarrassed, flush as a strip of bacon and almost slinking under the covers like a mouse behind a corner. Eying the room as the guy lorded over her, waiting for some answer from her. "I'm sorry." she drops the phrase from beneath the blanket that obscures the lower half of her face.

I've made a big mess of this. I don't know what I am supposed to do.

Gripping that bit of her blanket tighter, as it slowly sunk in. That she had a boy in her room. alone. This was the first time she'd ever even imagined it. And it was real. If you listened closely enough, you could swear you could hear steam escaping something.

A palm to her face sees Kasumi maintain that almost lobster like appearance, his hand was almost cool and comforting. In that same vain, however, it felt almost weakening and like static. Pins and needles where it sat. Her eyes immediately dart to her dress, as she recalled the only thing she had ever read regarding something like this. "Silly me." The blossom remarks, bopping herself in the side of her head with the backside of her left wrist. How does my outfit look, I should have worn something better than this? I don't really have anything else. Should I have bought something more suitable?

"H-Hi." It was weird, but now she was on autopilot on some magazine list she had read many years ago. Robotically, she about faces and starts to walk toward the city of Urbus. She starts to clap her face with her hands, trying to get herself psyched up and get these jitters to fall. #1: Get in a good state of mind

Kasumi's face felt like she just pressed it to a heater, and it was pretty damn red. Such things hardly registered to her in most cases, but when they did, it came real hard. "Y-yeah." she choked out as he slid past an outstretched arm over. A glancing slide of his hand on her shoulder was like getting struck by lightning. When had she become so nervous? "I th-hink walking is-s fine. Walking's good. It makes you healthy, and you get to take in all the sights and see all the people. The flowers are nice. I wonder what..." She continues to talk and walk on ahead, you can hear it slightly end up distorted as she just starts beelining it for wherever her feet would carry her. Not that Kasumi had the first clue where they were going. The blossom was on overload, and she needed to get a breeze to disable the stir-fry that was her noggin.

"I see." The girl chuckled, defusing her own little social faux pas. "I hope I'll be able to pay him back eventually." A soft nod in agreement, she tightened the ribbon in her hair with a tug of the loops. "Ok." It was here where the idea started to sink in, and she slides her sight away from Koga. Before it was like repayment, but in this way it was her and this...uh boy, going to get lunch....alone. Her skin gets a little further flushed, and she can feel the embarrassment boiling just a tinge again.

Taking a couple steps toward the door to build just a little distance to hide her butterflies, she opens the door with a ring. Taking a whiff of that sweet fragrance, reminds her to use a bit of that oil of hers. SHE WAS JUST OUT KILLING DISGUSTING THINGS. Kasumi thought that she probably smelled exactly like a rotten corpse, and it didn't even dawn on her until. Lunch.

"Yep!" she remarks with a place of her hands flat against each other like a clap, rocking on her toes for a second as he eyed Sam's wedding ring still under construction. "Oh, no no, it won’t take me more than a bit." She didn't want Koga to get the wrong idea. A slide of a pair of tweezers peels up some device meant for the bottom of a swords grip: a pommel. Some serious deft movement and carving sees metal shavings being produced as she tears through the order with finesse. Seconds, that's all it took before that iconic flash of blue followed by a deep purple showing perfect quality. Plucking it up and pulling the large lens over in its folded arm, she peers at it quickly through the glass.

"Done." she places it into a red velvet box off to the right side of said bench. Removing the thick brown leather apron from the front of her, leaving her in that almost sundress looking clothing. Kasumi hangs the thing on the hook she obtained it from. "I'd love to, do you think he can come?" The blossom still owed him for the rescue, after that wayward spawn showed up a bit quicker than expected. A small grumble in her stomach sees her turn a little flush, embarrassed, it has been a fair amount of time since the morning.

A beaming smile as she slid past the rather humble looking interior, allowing Koga the space to stand. Adorned across the place are glass display cases holding various objects within them, where no two are the same. Rings, fittings, glasses the like. It looked not unlike a tinkerer's dream, littered with all a number of items. Placing the bottle on top of said counter, she checks the registry for any orders placed in her absence with a scan of her index finger. "Gimme just a moment, need to change."

She slinks behind the wall into the back and through that open doorway you can see a bench with a vice, a few large lenses on brass arms and a small grindstone. A few moments pass by in silence, and she comes out again, It's something significantly less 'battle ready' as she runs an orange ribbon into her hair tying it up into a ponytail. "That's good though, being a little lazy from time to time. Haste makes waste and all that." she offers him a chipper grin as she reaches for a leather apron. There was one order she had to tend to at the very least, for a name that looked familiar, but she couldn't place why.

A lean down toward a tree at her side, and plucking just a single one from the branches. A long green stock with multiple vibrant purple blooms. "Really? I live here, so I see this place every morning and night." She looks at the small building that added some soft gray to the green. A huff of those plants and breathing deep its scent before using her hand to strip its petals into her palm. "Staying busy, I hope? I still owe that other guy a rain check. Alkor" removing a glass jar and adding the flower to it, to make some of her perfumes later. This is where it all came from, and having as many of these as humanly possible on her person would only make it easier. "Your welcome to come inside." she moved to the door and slid a gold key into it with a soft blue glow, a mechanical sounding thunk as it opens. A ring of a bell as she slid it open gently. The orange haired blossom begins to vanish inside its exterior before you can see her face appear.

A light sway in her step, a rather quick morning left an afternoon to herself. She had already well over handled her affairs and was heading back home to take a load off. There was a steady breeze that played upon the rich field of bright pastels, carrying a wave of petals in every hue imaginable across its tide. Carried aloft was her own hair, and on that wind found her name being called. Kasumi assumed it to be one of the NPC that had started to recognize her given she was a fixture here.

But it wasn't

A raise of her hand in an open twist, a curl of her fingers around her ear to fix the nest that was flapping around on that air. With a tilt of her head, and a smile. "Koga, Long time no see." That beaming smile was just as iconic as her clothes. "Enjoying the flowers?" the girl asked as she approached the building that was hers, curious as to why he was here. As if he needed a reason, and surely the place was an eagerly sought destination: The high fields of crossing in bloom.

AoE Specialist Taken, Precision/Ferocity/Focus/Stamina activated

Kasumi | HP: 680/680 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 5 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O

6/24/21

Materials Sent: 12/3/20

6/20/21

Moved to Guild Vault

Materials Sent: 4/25/21

190585, T4/Perfect/Trinket

4/26/21

190960, T4/Perfect/Trinket -> Demonic

190961, T4/Perfect/Trinket
190962, T4/Perfect/Trinket

190951, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190954, T4/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190955, T4/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190956, T4/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190957, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190959, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190963, T4/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190964, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage

4/25/21

190585, T4/Perfect/Trinket

190588, T4/Perfect/Trinket -> T4/Demonic/Trinket

190594, T4/Perfect/Trinket -> T4/Demonic/Trinket

190595, T4/Perfect/Trinket -> Demonic

190583, T4/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190584, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190586, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190587, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190589, T4/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190590, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190591, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190593, T4/Uncommon/Trinket Intended to Salvage
190596, T4/Rare/Trinket Intended to Salvage

Location: Floor 22 - Attached to Blossoms Baubles [Recent Change Here]
Description: Her own section for artisans, housed within the walls to which her family and friends reside. Earnest scratching of gems being cut can be heard throughout.
Plot Size: Two Story Home
Room(s): [Atelier (Ext)][Basic Kitchen][Attic {Storage}][Master Bedroom][Master Bathroom][Dining Room][Storage Closet][Basement][Living Room][Guest Room (Potted Tanabata)]
Yard(s): [Mega Slime Farm][Ornate Fishing Pond]
Alterations: Attic {Room: Hiding} -> Attic {Storage}, Fish Pond Added, Fishing Pond-> Ornate Fishing Pond
Total Cost: [Attic {Room: Hiding}] Liquidation: -7500, +10000 [Fishing Pond], +15000 [Ornate Fishing Pond], +10000 [Attic: Storage]= 27500 Col

Current Level: 50
Current SP: 206
SP Tracking:

Item Upgrades: //

The small scratching against a tiny gemstone sees it sharpened, as a sliver of metal in a file rakes against the edges. being cut to shape, to fit into a setting. A ring brings the door to ajar, a bell on its frame rattling as the top of the entry clatters against the brass. A twist of her head as that needle stops grinding, and she lifts away the magnifying lens on its swivel. A glance of her hand drops that piece into a black velvet box, for ease of finding it.

To the entry the girl finds a familiar face. "Captain?" with a mutter, She'd never perceived Freyd appearing in here. Hasted he twists and goes to exit, making a drawing upon one of her ledgers. Rounding the corner and looking at him square, she tightens the orange ribbon that matched her hair with a tug. A fold of her torso as she places weaponless hands against a light tan leather apron and bows. "What can I do for you?" Eager to hear the result.

A glance to the paper, scanning it carefully as she could sense just the tinge of uncomfortable upon a normally completely devoid face. A smile from her sees her look to what it was he had left. "I will do my best." she offers with a soft grin taking the pieces up, the single strange pendant and multitude of obtuse almost out of place stones. Collecting them in the palm of her hand she shuffles toward the back, leaving Freyd with his nerves. Placing down the small sphere that spins, beneath a lens for magnifying as she takes a closer look. A reaction as it sits close to the oddly smooth pebble at its side. A soft hum sees the item shutter, as if it had became less then real for but a moment.

"What was that?" Kasumi exclaims curiously, eyeing that sphere and plucking it up. A wave near the dynamo sees it phase into glass, slightly less opaque like a ghost. As if its tangibility was unraveling. As it moves back away the solidarity increases, as if proximity was the culprit. Pressing that object or key into the magnifying lens sees it not a stone but an uncut hunk of something. A gem but of what?

What follows is the girl taking an interest in cutting the thing, and the first bit of grinding proceeds fine. But after a few moments, it experiences some intensity of weight like gravity. It pushes her hands from the wheel, as if some force was attempting to keep her from finishing it. Like a magnet against an opposite, the sudden jerk catches her off.

Fighting through the rejection, its seen to a sharpened state. Dusting off the lines of her skin and taking it toward the same lens, a dull glow in green like a degraded emerald. it pulses in that same light as if a heart. Eyes to the paper, and within a few moments a standard produced. Refining the rest of what was left by her dear superior, sees another gem like this in a pale red. Such strange stones. Unlike any she'd ever seen.

That same weight, pressed closer and closer toward the completed pendant of copper. The highest difficulty that had ever been experienced when doing such a task. Putting some of her own weight into it, pushing that pale crimson toward the resisting element sees it meld into the chain instead of setting a socket like she was expecting. In disbelief a pause...

No setting, but a flare. Of blue that fades. A craft?

Then Orange. A Demonic?

A confused blink "Ok, I wasn't expecting that." spoken toward the pieces that could hardly answer her. Intrigue gets the better of her. A small gyro. A completed demonic item. A phasing effect. A sum of its parts? The girl lifts the green, assuming that what it ended up as would be either a total failure or something unlike anything she'd ever seen before. She offered her best after all.

A wave toward the dynamo sees it fade and flicker, losing its shape as it becomes slightly transparent like water. Grabbing the chain and with a quick stroke she slides her hand through the first. The gem cracks, the object flares in that same glow. An array of shards crumble from her hands and disheartened Kasumi's eyes dart quickly toward the lingering piece in concern. What is left? An eerie piece where it was stuck, half way between fact and fiction.

Into the main birth of her store, with a smile and a fold of her waist she presents it to the whisper. "It turned out better than I could hope." stretched upon her open palms, a single copper rose that breathed in lucid mists and revealed her skin underneath as it swirled.

190585, T4/Perfect/Trinket turned into using Demonic Shards:

As she'd look toward her familiar she'd see it being equally as difficult to work with.  A glance down to Shiina and a concerned look upon her brow. "I think we need to see if anyone has any ideas in the guild hall. We can keep trying but I think it's best to get some help." She offers to the girl, who begins to peel her butt of the floor with an arm full of sock puppet. "That seems good, Sprinkles is a pain in the butt." Shiina extrudes back toward the blossom. The two of them side by side move around the courtyard toward the main door and open it up with familiars in tow. Looking for anyone that could give them some pointers, because these things had the intelligence of a balled up napkin in a puddle of koolaid. Food good, knowing how to wipe their own butts bad.

ID# 187483 results: Craft: 3 [Nope, My answer continues]

Quest Failed (Because Familiars Suck)
Kasumi:
3*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 1 Yui's Grace)
Shiina:
2*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus)
Simmone:
400*Col (Thread Closure)