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The female had stood among the true front liners of Aincrad only taking a seat when the proceedings had began. Her pink, oval eyes looked with a rather blank expression, her hands kept neat in her lap and her back straight. It was important to keep up with posture even if its didnt seem to matter much these days with the lack of in game pain. She had expected more players to arrive but it seems there was a major hit to the Clearers. She sighed lightly, sweeping a hand over her ear to brush away the fallen strands of snow white hair and once again formed a small clasped hands in her lap. She noticed Beat, Baldur and Shield had yet to arrive as well. Surely they were pivotal roles to the squad, but she didn't question the host of this meeting. In fact she had no idea it had even been today, there was just this odd talk about town that some of the 'heavy hitters' were coming down to the lower levels today for something. Lo and behold, here they were or at least some of them.
As Hestia explained the new boss, Anemone would not blink or stir while she sat there listening. She enjoyed beaches, but probably not so much this Floor Raid, but that wasnt going to stop her from doing her job. She was here for mostly one thing, to keep her group alive and feeding them with Heals and whatever necessary buffs a support player like herself can do. Being new to all this, she was not going to speak up. Instead she chewed on her bottom lip and allowed her eyes to roam to the other players, noticing no one specifically but taking in the grandeur that was the Front Line Assembly. Speaking of...she did not see Macradon here as well, former guild mate and friend.
Anemone took to her hands once more into her lap, sweeping a hand over the cloth to push it down off one knee exposing the slightest bit of flesh, however her new choice of wardrobe was a bit more becoming than her previous incarnation. She was in a bubble, one that needed to be popped. Hopefully she could find confidence more wearing something that was so natural to other female players. How she envied their beauty and confidence. -
Smiling softly as the feathered white tapered pink hair bounced from her shoulder, Anemone stood among the three men and folded her arms over the chest. Baldur took the lead of the group maintaining that Samurai-likeness to his character as he initiated the dialogue tree and quest opening for their journey. The woman stood, her pink eyes drawn from the three warriors to the hulking masterpiece of the gladiator. It was odd to hear the mixed greek theme of the arena with the Japanese lingo, very much a cross-culture kind of game. The Healer would guide her eyes away from the Gladiator and towards the arena entrance. She was beginning to put the two ideas together. So she wasn't exactly sure what their quest was but after some thought, whatever it was they were gonna hunt down was going to be within the arena.
The pacifist would swing her arms away from her body as the others began to prepare for the match ahead by buffing their avatars. With a red glow to her hand, the female brought it up and about sending the crimson orb from her hand to Baldur's person. Even though he had buffed with some extra items, an extra bit wouldn't hurt. Besides, the game plan for the Healer was to buff her targets as was the intended decision by the leader of the group. She looked to the lead Tank, Shield, she assumed he would end up buffing his comrade in arms, Beat. The two of them combined equated to the aegis and the sword, the DPS and the Tank while Baldur would be playing the role of the DPS as well.
With some energy spent, Anemone would then take several steps forward along with the rest of the group. The back of her hand sweeping off her shoulder the long white hair before her eyes closed for a brief moment and opened with that steel reserve she needed to crack open.
Anemone: HP: 780/780 || EN: 66/78 [-12] Sharpness to Baldur] || Mit: 54
Sharpness Cooldown: 0/2 [Baldur: +3 Dmg] || Barrier Cooldown: -/- -
Anemone didn't have much room to work with when it came to strategy, so she appreciated that at least with her they could be more aggressive with their tactics and allow her to do what she was normally good at doing. They supply the hurt, and she'll supply the heals. She bowed her head at Beat, and smiled, her hands moving from her center to her back as she let them continue on their strategy and tactics to take on their purpose here. When the topic of Feasts came about, Anemone had stepped forward happily but then she realized she didn't quite have that rank yet in the profession and just mildly adjusted the strap on her sandal and went about her business as the quiet Healer.
Even without a sword in her hand or a sturdy mitigation passive on her skills set, the female figured she could still get by with the necessary tools she had in her arsenal. She would stay on standby until the group was ready to move now that the final player, Beat, had shown up. He was quite the energetic fellow, she found him to be quite amusing. With the softest of smiles on her face, the woman flicked back the white hair off her shoulder and tucked it behind her ear.
"So I am going to open with <Sharpen>? Sounds easy enough."
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She followed the others from out of the eatery but kept her eyes low to the ground. She had met both Beat and Shield on several occasions and partied with them so it was nice to have that familiarity. They had come a long way over the last few weeks since she dropped off from well mostly everything. This was probably her first time meeting the samurai who spoke with the grace of a Shogun, or at least she thought that was the proper name of the Feudal Japan Lords. She was quite honestly not sure on many things, but he seemed rather nice and that's all that she needed from the male known as Balder.
When the questions of her skills were directed at her, she nearly tripped and fell over her own feet not expecting to answer or talk much about anything. She was always the healer in the group, she stayed back while others worked and when they needed her, she was there with the healing hand. So when the spotlight was on her, she gave a generous nod.
"I have all of the mods except for Purity which I am working on currently. I do have Field Medic, can't really call me a Healer without it." She said with a finger curling around into the fray ends of her pink hair. She would purse her lips together and then give a slight pout and shake her head, keeping her pink eyes away from the intended target but she knew it was rude to not talk to someone eye to eye. So she lifted her chin slightly and looked at Balder. "I'm sorry, but I don't have any weapon skills. I have put everything into the Support Skills. I have Gatherer though!" She seemed happy to at least still have that, though when it came to weapons or their related skills she didn't have any.
"God is my weapon and my shield, as silly as that is. He is my pillar and my stone. So I don't have a need for any weapons, you see? Don't worry though, I won't get in the way when you all attack...I'll just stay in the back and be quiet as a mouse."
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It has been a long and overdue period of time since Anemone had disappeared for a few weeks. Her mind was off on other things, but mostly trying to help keep those remain sane during difficult times. The female had found herself in the presence of God in his house, a quaint church she had often gone to for worship with others. She had prayed mostly for the safe return of those who fought bravely on to help complete and finish this death game. The healer swung her legs around and noticed the alert in her HUD, a message from the VC Macradon. She read the contents and her eyes settled between a smile and a sadness she could not quite put her finger on. But she gave herself a shallow nod. It was no longer a path she had chosen for herself, but one of God's designs. He put her here now and she would have to walk it with her head held high. The female brushed the hairs off her shoulders and gathered her things. She would visit these players and let them know they could rely on her should they need her help. Although...despite the time away and that God himself was helping her, guiding her, she still felt a little shy and perhaps overwhelmed.
As the Healer was coming around to meet the coordinates, her own flustered face spread with heat and fire as she seemingly knocked into another player. Pink eyes quickly looked up at the tall gentleman and her mouth dropped as his appearance, "I...ugh...you...Sorry? NO! I am sorry, so, sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going..." She had nearly fallen over only after catching herself and sidestepping the Samurai. The modest, yet busty looking healer, brought her hands up to her chest and smiled clasping her fingers around the Avacyn Wing's necklace before closing her eyes and looking away at the player. "My name is Anemone..."
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Item: Avacyn's Wings
Type: Jewelry
Quality: Perfect
Enhancement: +3 Combat Craft
Shop: Odds and Ends
Desc: A silvery necklace with the insignia of an Angels Wings. Not just an ordinary, but Avacyn's wings. With this necklace, she hopes she can help provide better protection and healing rates to those around her without them suffering from too much damage. Avacyn, although fictional, is someone that Anemone has greatly looked up to for a long time.==Digivolve to....!==
Item: Avacyn's Wings
Type: Jewelry
Quality: Rare
Enhancement: Recovery +2
Desc: A silvery necklace with the insignia of an Angels Wings. Not just an ordinary, but Avacyn's wings. With this necklace, she hopes she can help provide better protection and healing rates to those around her without them suffering from too much damage. Avacyn, although fictional, is someone that Anemone has greatly looked up to for a long time.
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The Healer remained seated, her hands pressed firmly in her lap as the Cerberus was a little more curious about her than she was of it. The woman smiled, she was usually more energetic than this, but there just seemed to be an odd piece of puzzle attempting to fit itself in her life. She honestly didn't know exactly what to do about it all. She will have to seek guidance from Him and listen carefully when he speaks for His words are fragile and the very essence of a disturbance can shatter the words on the breeze. As she heard Macradon coming back from his forge, the woman stood up and took several steps forward and bowed her head in respect, "Thank you, Commander. Even if you do not see it, there is always a plan in motion for us." Anemone accepted the breastplate and retrofitted it to her avatar. With shine and sparkle, the item found it way over her chest giving her much more protection than previously before. "With this, I will honor those who had fallen and those who are to be remembered as all Heroes of Aincrad."
Anemone gave a small bow of her head once more and waved to his Familiar, with a smile on her face and pip in her step, the clutzy woman would find herself back into the streets of Aincrad and perhaps begin the next chapter of her own story.
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With a simple flick of her hand, the white ombre and pink hair fluttered off her shoulder and she took a seat. Macradon was still an imposing member of Aincrad's society, despite his warm and welcoming nature, she still found him and among everyone else rather intimidating. She had opted to stay and sit on the edge of her seat, her look was a little lost in space as she sat there, her hands in her lap and fidgeting. The many thoughts scouring through her mind made her tense and antsy as if she was unsure about how well she was going to do with being a support character for the Front Lines. No one really knew her save for a few faces she partied with. Those collection of thoughts were the summation of her anxiety, she knew she was just being used all that time ago but she felt like she was a needed place with the Knights of the Blood Oath, but it looked like Macradon and possibly the others were storing away their 'Coats.' A defeated sigh escaped her lips, her pink eyes traced his shop as the Cerberus looked to her all with six eyes. She made a silent gulp, the hell hound didn't seem to mind her presence, but she smiled at him anyway. She should look into getting a familiar as well, perhaps she wouldn't feel so lonely all the time. She didn't know if she really had any friends either.
Her long fingers reached for the ends of her hair and she began to twist and curl them randomly, her eyes cast down at the floor while she waited. Her thoughts ever present at the forefront of her mind.
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It had been some time that Anemone had ventured into the areas of the Front Lines. The ever consuming question of 'will we ever get out of this death game?' seemed to be a persistent reminder that there were still people out there who did not fully understand the difficulty it was to achieve such a goal. Her pink eyes shaded from the white snow hair as she ventured into the forge. Macradon had been a teammate, a guildmate and friend. However, they both knew that Anemone, will she was still a newbie, probably didn't have what it took to be front line material. She would have chewed her bottom lip raw had it not been for a more private talk with the one man she cared for the most in her life, the one that was always persistent, always watching her, always guiding; God. After a series of nights of back and forth conversation, her faith was finally steeled and several weeks later she finally once again surfaced. The woman looked to her former guildmate and gave a gentle wave. No doubt she had heard of what happened in the Boss Raid and she did not know how to console such a man, she wrapped her hands around the Avacyn Wing necklace and spoke lightly.
"I know it's been a little while since I have come out of my shop and...I probably should have been there more to help out. Maybe if I was there perhaps the others..." her voice shrank and her hands fidgeted around the necklace, her fingers curling ever so slightly over her necklace. She couldn't keep eye contact with him, but she tilted her head all the same and moved the long strands of hair from her eyes. "I am the last person to ever ask anything of you or to anyone, but if I am to be in the front lines, I will need something suitable to wear into battle. Perhaps a chest plate or something to help mitigate the damage....I have the plans here..."
Name: Remembering the Fallen
Your Profession: Blacksmith
Your Rank: 10
ID: [Leave Blank]
Roll: [Leave Blank]
Item Type: Armor
Tier: 2
Quality: Perfect
Enhancements: All mitigation
Description: A simple chest plate that covers her torso, the metal is slimmer than bulkier standards for the petite woman. Although it is a slimmer item, it does not make it any less durable than the others. Anemone wears this to remember those who have fallen during the time in the game. Good people, bad people, they are all one people.
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It helped for times like these to have a solid support line. Anemone had been frightened, but not to the point where she was into submission. She would not simply roll over while everyone else fought bravely on. Putting on her Game Face, the Healer set her cross-hairs on Hirru, the Jade Hunter. With her hands pulsing with that healing aura, her aim was to him and gently the supportive heals began to rain down over him and solidify him in a healing state. However, this fight had to end soon or she was going to be out of energy herself and the last thing anyone needed was for the Healer to be out of Points of any kind. While she did make a small cheer for herself, she would not be here doing this dangerous job.
"Everyone! We are doing great, remember, we have the whole of Aincrad on our Shoulders. We must continue on! There is no failing them!" The way she had said to would make it sound like words of encouragement, to give them something to remember that they were not just fighting for personal gain. This was for them to push forward into the next floor, but she then had thought about how massive the burden was. But she would not shake her knees in fear of it. This was what she had been destined to do.
- Health List -
[H:2]< Macradon > 1335/1335 HP || 111 MIT || 19 DMG || 50/132 NRG (-12 NRG, +1 NRG)(+3 Dmg Buff [0/2])
[H:2]< Hirru > 810/975 HP || (78)MIT || 14 DMG || 2/96 NRG (+12 Mit Buff, +1 NRG, + 195 HP)
[H:0]< Anemone > 780/780 HP || 0 MIT || 0 DMG || 17/78 NRG (-10 NRG, +1 NRG]
[H:1]< Hikoru > 1315/1315 HP || 84 MIT || 22 DMG || 91/130 NRG
[H:0]< Itzal > 1,260/1,260 HP || 3 MIT || 15 DMG || 35/126 NRG- Monster Health -
< Hobgoblin > -173/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG ||(-264 HP)
< Hobgoblin > 280/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG || (-264 HP)
< Hobgoblin > 280/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG || (-264 HP)
< Hobgoblin > 280/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG || (-264 HP)- Loot Acquired -
Mats: 17 T3.
Col: 23,890
x2 Rare Armour
x1 Rare OHAS- Notes -
Monsters defeated: 13/20
@Hikoru
OOC: Thank you for your patience, everyone! -
Anemone had flailed her arms when Macradon's wild swinging of that huge sword came around in an arc. She was no where near him thankfully, and stayed as close to the reach as she possibly could. However her heart still leapt from her chest everytime he swung and missed his mark. The woman skittered across to the player as her hands began to glow an ominous red, "I'm gonna Sharpen that blade, try not to hit anyone with it though!" she said in a very serious tone as her crackling hands moved towards the player and aimed the energy at him.
Even if he was missing, eventually, he would land a hit and that extra damage was going to help them finish this fight off quicker. Already these Hobgoblins were having their fun with them, poking and teasing the Front Line party. The woman puffed her cheeks a little when one of the Hobgoblins came by around to Macradon's side. Lifting her foot in a kicking motion, she nearly swatted the creature in the butt but missed horribly and almost fell into a pile of mud. "You!" she said pointing her finger at the tricky creature.
- Health List -
[H:0]< Macradon > 1335/1335 HP || 111 MIT || 19 DMG || 61/132 NRG (+3 Dmg Buff [0/2])
[H:2]< Hirru > 975/975 HP || (78)MIT || 14 DMG || 1/96 NRG (+12 Mit Buff, +1 NRG)
[H:0]< Anemone > 780/780 HP || 0 MIT || 0 DMG || 26/78 NRG (-8 NRG, +1 NRG]
[H:0]< Hikoru > 1315/1315 HP || 84 MIT || 22 DMG || 101/130 NRG
[H:0]< Itzal > 1,260/1,260 HP || 3 MIT || 15 DMG || 53/126 NRG- Monster Health -
< Hobgoblin > 390/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG ||
< Hobgoblin > 544/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG ||
< Hobgoblin > 544/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG ||
< Hobgoblin > 544/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG ||- Loot Acquired -
Mats: 15 T3.
Col: 23,890
x2 Rare Armour
x1 Rare OHAS- Notes -
Barrier: Cooldown 1/3
Sharpness: Cooldown 0/3
Monsters defeated: 12/20 -
"Oh, thank goodness you both are alright." The woman had said with her shoulders raised and deep into her winter jacket. Ruby eyes set forth across the cold tundra grounds as she peered towards what seemed like just more and more snow all around them. Hands buried into her pockets, the woman's hot breath escaped her as she peered at her guild mates. "I am not sure in the direction we are supposed to travel in, so I'll leave the leading to you both." Hirru had yet to fully recover from his last attack on him and unfortunately she could only help within the combat parameters. She had turned to him and Macradon with a small smile, with how everything was going they would probably have this wrapped up in no time. All that was left was the Night King, it sounded spooky to Anemone.
She frequented tales of knights and goblins and the like in her books, mostly though of a gallant warrior on a white horse looking to save the Princess. However this Night King sounded like something more from a horror movie, or even a popular iconic idol where a slender man with the head of skeleton was the prominent male lead. Such strange movies they were. Anemone kept her hands up towards her chest, it seemed to help keep her warmer but she was ready to move when they were.
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Anemone stood there with red eyes on the battlefield and with her peepers on her guildmates. It was strange how they were able to see through the murky water to get their sights on the Floor Boss, she was unable to see anything and she thought she had really good eyes. But as soon as it surfaced, the her radiant ruby orbs widened and she mouthed the words 'Oh dear.' It was her go-to phrase when something was something was going to go wrong. And she wasn't so much wrong in this case as the first two attacks launched by the team had caused no damage. "Ugh...I'll just-" thanks to the quick thinking commands of the Jade Hunter, Anemone stood in a single spot and nodded her head. She once again felt useless even with all the amazing new skills she had, and sh was cursing herself lightly that she couldn't help Macradon when he REALLY needed it. A defeated look on her face as she seemed very apologetic for still not being strong enough to help. Her confidence never diminished, but she felt bad for leaving him at that state. Gripping the small item around her neck, the woman gave a solemn look and waited for herself to be of some use to the team.
- Health List -
[3]< Macradon > 1335/1335 HP || 165 MIT || 19 DMG || 132/132 NRG <Paralyzed>
[1]< Hirru > 995/995 HP || 66 MIT || 13 DMG || 98/98 NRG (-1 NRG)
[0]< Anemone > 780/780 HP || 0 MIT || 1 DMG || 78/78 NRG< Hebishinu > //// //// //// HP || 100 MIT || 140 DMG || Safeguard 0/2
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"Raeze! Watch--oooh." Anemone had ran towards her new friend in an attempt to catch her before she fell. The young woman had fallen face first into the ground from a pit in the ground, probably caused by some raging boars tearing up the earth as they passed by. Anemone sat down on her knees to make sure Raeze was not harmed, but the girl seemed to be just fine exploding into a fit of laughter. Anemone could not help but smile, it was so bright and cheery hearing that laugh.
"Well, I think we've collected a lot of materials. I have twenty-four to give you, this should really help in getting your equipment settled at some shops." Anemone wasn't very good when it came to combat talk, or even equipment for that matter. For she had worn the very basics of clothing and had no shred of armor on as protection. But Raeze was not going for the same build, she would need a good weapon and a good set of armor in whatever she hoped to design for her future dreams.
"Let's head back into town. I'll buy you lunch and we can talk a little more there. Perhaps we can even stop by and check out a few stores on the way over." Anemone stood up on her feet and would help @Raeze up is she were so inclined to accept her hand.
-Anemone Trades over all the Materials she found: 24 T1 Mats-
OOC: You are more than welcome to end this thread on your next post. Just need to post the rewards which is 1 SP Each, 200 Col each and your 24 T1 Mats. :) -
Anemone had bit down on her lip. It seemed this set of mobs being much more elusive in terms of dodging their attacks than the last bunch. Unfortuantly, the woman had yet to put any points into the Energy Skills or the Mods which meant that Hirru was out of commission for a little while. Not only that, she was a cook and ill prepared for the storm that they had got into. She should have brought some energy drinks which would have helped in a case like this, "I'm sorry." She said with a small muffled voice, they probably didn't know why she was apologizing, but she knew the reason.
Sighing heavily, the woman took a step back as the Hobgoblins seemed to react to Hirru's last attack, "Oh dear." She said mostly to herself. There was no reason to reserve any energy now. So her hands started to crackle with a luminescent energy as it arced around her palm in a dark blue hue. She lifted her hands and allowed the electrical energy to fizzle around Hirru who had accumulated the most hate. If things were to go awry, he would need the extra mitigation buff for at least until Macradon could once again obtain the Hate from the mobs.
[H:0]< Macradon > 1335/1335 HP || 111 MIT || 19 DMG || 62/132 NRG (-2 NRG, +3 NRG)
[H:2]< Hirru > 975/975 HP || (78)MIT || 14 DMG || 0/96 NRG (+12 Mit Buff)
[H:0]< Anemone > 780/780 HP || 0 MIT || 0 DMG || 33/78 NRG (-8 NRG, +1 NRG]
[H:0]< Hikoru > 1315/1315 HP || 84 MIT || 22 DMG || 101/130 NRG
[H:0]< Itzal > 1,260/1,260 HP || 3 MIT || 15 DMG || 53/126 NRG- Monster Health -
< Hobgoblin > 390/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG || (-154 hp)
< Hobgoblin > 544/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG ||
< Hobgoblin > 544/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG ||
< Hobgoblin > 544/670 HP || 0 MIT || 198 DMG ||- Loot Acquired -
Mats: 15 T3.
Col: 23,890
x2 Rare Armour
x1 Rare OHAS- Notes -
Barrier: Cooldown 0/3
Monsters defeated: 12/20 -
"Ugh! No, I mean...Yes! Yes, I am quite alright thanks to you. You saved me." she said with a small smile, her otherwise porcelain skin was stained hot red from the massive blush on her face. She wasn't thinking when she decided to embark on this floor and not have a piece of mitigation while she basically suicided over the idea of collecting materials without a proper escort. She sighed, and then bowed deeply at the Hunter, "Forgive me, my name is Anemone. I am actually the new recruit for the Knights of the Blood Oath, umm, the Vice Commander asked me to join." She said while her fingers twitched and fidgeted. She rose her head, pulling back the long blonde longs of crimson streaked hair from her radiant ruby colored eyes.
She was sure she was gonna be a goner if this player didn't show up to help. "I was apologizing because I got you into a bit of a mess. I am sure you would have much more enjoyed the time of going at your own pace instead of having to defend me. It was my fault for not coming more prepared. Umm, I am not used to combat nor have I got any skills for such things. I can heal! and I can find things...sometimes. More like..." her eyes looked away from the player, "I suppose more often than not, things find me. Like...that Tiger just now. Please let me make it up to you somehow!" she said moving closer to the player, almost breaking his own little personal bubble. Anemone let out a small noise that she buried with her hand, "I didn't mean to get so close to you. You are probably thinking I am the single most strangest person you have ever met, huh? I get that. A lot." she was an awkward girl with her very own unique set of quirks. But getting to know Anemone, she was one of the nicest and purest people you would ever meet here or in the real world. She just had a lot of mental baggage.
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The boat had slanted again and Anemone gave a worried look, "Are you SURE we'll be--" Justa s soon as she was gonna finish her sentence, the others had already started to look for this mysterious monster. Apparently it was hiding in the water and making a great deal of displeasure for the islanders. The woman hoped they could at least do something to help them, that was her goal after all to help as many people as she could even if they were just digital people. When Hirru and Macradon began doing their own thing, Anemone was keeping her center of balance the best she could and took a deep breath inwards. "Yes, everything will be alright." She stood as motionless as a rock and was asked to charge up Macradon's Damage. Then Macradon had looked in her general vacinity and shook his head explaining that it would only be a good idea when the Monster actually came up. It would end up being a waste if she used her Sharpness and they couldn't strike it.
Anemone looked to Hirru and frowned a bit, "I suppose that makes sense. I still got a world of learning to do when it comes to strategy..."
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"Thank you..." Her cheeks were both rosy from the display of Hirru's kindness to help her up along with the depth of coldness outside on Floor Four. The woman came up with a pop as she started to dust the snow off her coat, she couldn't help herself it was rare for her to come to this floor. But she had kept pace with the others until the snow storm had been welcomed. The woman brought her hood up as the snow and wind beat against her smaller frame, she felt liek she would be lifted off her feet at any moment just to be carried away by the raging storm. Red eyes blurred from the wind as it stung and bit down on her face, a cold chin ran down her spine when Macradon had assaulted some evil looking foes. It was hard to hear their commands while the wind had whipped around them and with the cover of her hood on, it was even more difficult.
The Support Healer then turned and followed in suit as they pushed on through the path. Heavy footsteps continued as she had to lift her legs up high from the accumulating snow cover on the ground. She moved with a slug's pace now as she stopped to see Hunter Hirru make for the next four mobs, unfortunately the weather was getting worse and his sword art didn't proc as he had expected. In conflict to the call of his attack, the enemy had struck his armor. Anemone rushed forward, her cold hands glowing a gentle white until she shot them forward to encase the Hunter in the healing ability.
- Health List -
[0]< Macradon > 1335/1335 HP || 111 MIT || 13 DMG || 119/136 NRG (-19 NRG, +2 NRG)
[0]< Hirru > 970/995 HP || 66 MIT || 13 DMG || 96/98 NRG (-2 NRG, -224 HP, +199)
[0]< Anemone > 780/780 HP || 0 MIT || 1 DMG || 69/78 NRG (-9 NRG)< Frost Wight > 100/100 HP || 25 MIT || 120 DMG (Effect)
< Frost Wight > 100/100 HP || 25 MIT || 120 DMG (Effect)
< Frost Wight > 100/100 HP || 25 MIT || 120 DMG (Effect)
< Frost Wight > 100/100 HP || 25 MIT || 120 DMG (Effect)- Notes -
4/12 Wights slain
@Macradon -
"Just a little more." She said quietly in a meekish voice. She didn't want to alarm or alert the other player when he scored a critical hit on the Ancient Tiger, but she cheered for him in her head, but attempted to hide the fact she was happy to have him helping her, through her smile and the eyes she used to look up at him. With an intense look on her face, the woman fidgeted backwards almost tripping herself up. When the rock hit the back of her heel, she game an alarmed yelp as she thought something as going to get her.
"Oh! You bad! Bad! Rock!" she said giving it a kick out of the way from her little square plot of land, "Sorry!" came out as her next set of words towards the Hunter as she shriveled up, closing her hands over her chest and then looking down at the ground while he dealt with the last bit of health the Ancient Tiger had. It would only take one more well timed strike to finish this mess she had put him through, hopefully he wasn't stressing about it too much. How could she possibly make it up to him? An apology? Maybe she could make him dinner or something, men liked food and usually that was a good way to say Sorry to someone. She sighed heavily pressing her fingers to her head, "You are a ditz." @Hirru
Hirru - [895 / 895 HP | 66 / 88 EN]
Anemone - [780 / 780 HP | 71 / 78 EN] [+1 ENR]Ancient Tiger - [32 / 450 HP | 135 dmg] (-220 dmg)
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"If the hate becomes too much." The woman started to say as she put her hands together and began to rub them gently, "I have field medic as well. So I can heal the entire party if you two end up going even." the woman breathed hot air into her cold hands but still smiled as she looked up at both players, "Next time we are on this floor, remind me to wear some mittens and ear muffs." She chuckled lightly, but she adored the snow it just felt very much like a Home thing for her. When Hirru mentioned a snow storm or something, her sunny disposition turned somewhat cloudy as she gave him a look, "That doesn't sound very pleasant. Then we should be off before anything like that happens." The woman took a step forward, would it even be necessary to look for Tier 1 Materials?
ID: 86139
LD:11 + 8 = [+4 T1 Materials (4 Total)]Even if she wasn't searching for them directly, shiny objects appeared before her like magnets to her eyes. So she tucked down and flipped her coat to reveal her trust satchel that usually bobbed at her hip. Scooping up some shiny rocks, the woman deposited them into her bag and was about to lift herself up, but instead fell backwards into the snow and started to wave her arms and legs. Small amounts of childish like laughter erupted from her as she created her own snow angel, but at the expense...she was freezing her butt off now. @Macradon
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Anemone had been helped on to the Ferry. She was not too sure on the stability of the boat, but she would not outwardly complain about anything. But with focused eyes and her hands clutched at her heart, the woman looked around them as they were pushed off towards their destination. She gulped, and started to tease her hair with her finger, doing small curls out of nervous fidgeting, "We'll be safe right, on this boat? I mean, it won't flip over or anything right? Or spring a leak..." she had started to look around to make sure there was nothing wrong with the craft, it was just something about floating on the water in this thing that made her seem even more uncomfortable than before.
Since they were being transported to the Island, she no longer could look for any materials and taking samples from this swamp water was out of the question. She sighed lightly and was about to sit down but she stood right back up when the boat shifted to one side than the other, "I hope it's not a long trip." she said with a nervous smile. @Macradon
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Floor Four was always very nippy, thankfully she had brought an oversized red and white jacket to match the rest of her suit. It was hard being a small girl with a small body with very little fat on her body. This happened to be because of her very high metabolic rate, her thin skin had made her very perishable in the cold weather. But she would not let that deter her responsibility to the rest of the guild. They had requested her as her skills would be helpful here, she was unsure of who was going to be accompanying them, but she knew at least Macradon and @Hirru would be coming. Thanks to them, she was gaining all sorts of crazy experience which was gonna help her Support and Healing build tremendously. She had not done too many quests with other since her active time on the upper floors, but she was going to change that here and now.
So she would step up albeit chattering with her teeth as she made her way towards the area for the meet up. Curling under her jacket, the small woman shielded herself from the elements although she found this floor to be very magical wonderland-ish. It always felt like Christmas on this floor and that made her smile wide every time.
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"And I will bring up the healing! Unfortunately, I have yet to acquire Purify so we might be a little out of luck with that. But I will do everything I can to keep the party afloat with HP. I think @Hirru said he was gonna be a little late as well. We were not sure how this was going to go down so a little miscommunication from all of us."
Anemone had stood straightening out her Blood Oath shirt and making sure the medal and emblem on the shirt were not dirty. Her nails had curved under her shirt as she pulled it down and primped her hair as she wanted to at least look like she wasn't scurrying around at the last minute. This was going to be an interesting Floor Boss, it was a quest she had yet to take so the opportunity to be here with the others was quite an amazing opportunity for some levels as well as the experience on how the group would work.But since she was here, it wouldn't be too bad to look around for some materials as well. She could never not have enough of those.
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LD: 15+8 = [+4 T2 Materials (4 Total)]And just as she had suspected, hidden on the ground and discovered by her keen bright red eyes were several pieces of stone that seemed applicable for one thing or another. She placed them in her satchel at her hip and smiled to the rest of the group. "Stayin' positive!" she said with a small girlish cheer with her hand raised towards the sky.
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"Please be careful!" She said with a small set of shaky words. Her red eyes fell over the Hunter whom she knew very little of. It was by off chance they had the same guild insignia, so he must have been in the same guild as her. That was just great. She had attempted to collect materials for an easy day off, but ending up 'poking the bear' on this floor and getting some mob attention. Had he not shown up, she would have more than likely met her demise. Another Hero to come save the day, she had a really bad Damsel in Distress Complex.
If she could she would hide behind the long hair she had worn upon her head, faint hue of pink on her face as she was thinking about that embarrasing thought, and she just stumbled out the words while he was weaving out of the way of the Ancient Tiger strike, "Sorry for getting you in this mess! I'll make it up to you some how!" She had no idea what she could do to help do that, but she would try her darnedest to do so. Until then she would have to rely on him until this scuffle was over, at least she was able to heal without incident. That was at least in her favor.
Hirru - [895 / 895 HP | 76 / 88 EN]
Anemone - [780 / 780 HP | 70 / 78 EN] (1+ EN)Ancient Tiger - [252 / 450 HP | 135 dmg]
[F24-PP] <<Raging Rhino>> Anemone, I choose you! (Complete)
in Intermediate Floors
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"So... what are we wooooo!" Before Anemone could finalize her comment on what they were going to be fighting, a blast of air followed by a crashing sound running into Shield's aegis had thrown her hair into a frenzy from the wind. The creature snorted and exhausted its anger into the first coming charge as its mighty legs stamped into the earth. The woman nearly jumped back several feet but Shield had kept it at bay with a feet planted firmly and becoming an immovable object.
The healer blinked several times taking a look at the sliver of damage that Shield had taken feeling that the initial blow and shock would have decreased his health. But it seems the rumors that Shield was nearly invincible were true. She tucked her hands behind her back and smiled, and then the samurai to her left had blew by her to attack the thick skin of the monstrous Quest Boss. Her eyes remained fixed on him as he became a blur of colors and then finished his blow gathering the accumulated hate to his avatar. But there was still one more DPS in the group that could possibly shave another layer of health off this dangerous beast.
The woman lifted a hand and her fingers collided with the ends of her hair twirling the strands into small coils. No one was in any immediate danger, and using her <Barrier> skill did not seem to be worthwhile to use at the moment. She took the gathering moments to read the quest and nodded to herself, she would save the energy intensive skill for later when the creature would drop to its critical phase.