Shiina

"Yeah, but that's just a coin, this one is special." Shiina twists it and places it into Hidden's hand. Although it was lost on the girl, she gains the object nonetheless. "It's a memory of coloring." A single hand sprouting from Hidden's back, a grasp of shadow that finds placement in the steel locks of the girl. It finds purchase, before it starts to destabilize and lose strength. It nestled the girl while a song was playing, one of hope that doubt could never honestly harm. As it would recoil, and Hidden needed to create some distance from the girl. Was it her, or the creature clutchin

Rally CD [2/3], Hyperactive CD [1/3], ID:201710 | Battle:5, Craft:1, Loot:20 (No Proc) As the slime splits, Shiina's face lights with a tinge of excitement. "Phantasmal Chorus: Cry of the Ancients" The room basically detonates under the words spoken, as if something was waiting for the command. All four painted rings twist and begin to merge, like an eclipse of the sun. The colors distort, shifting to a notable silverish white. Raising her hands to her chest, her eyes ablaze in light that was not her own. Hair aflutter with the energy oozing out of the ground beneath her. The weapons of h

Press the attack Refreshed, Rally CD [1/3], ID:201687 | Battle:9, Craft:7, Loot:1 (+8 EN) Twisting her wrists toward Sam, a sudden influx of energy from the girl leaps toward the raven haired girl. Sam would see her stamina spike, as her tempo started increase so did the girl's speed. All the while, there was both an angelic and yet sinister smile on Shiina's mouth, a strange mix somewhere between the two. The music matched the aura the girl was giving off, an odd distortion somewhere in a mix between genre's that shouldn't work and yet somehow did. There was the faintest hollowed exhale

11/9/21 (Rolls & Fusions)

11/9/21 (Crafting Respite: 186442-1)(Including some from 11/8/21) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 201592 CD: 9 +1 LD: 20 Rare (Mast) - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 201593 CD: 10 +1 LD: 4 Perfect

Correcting SAM (Forgot the AA on her weapon) Press the attack CD [4/5], Hyperactive Refreshed, ID:201578 | Battle:5, Craft:9, Loot:7 (+8 EN) A subtle hum, a twist of her wrist and a slight flash of light on her iris. Shiina clutches her fist tightly, a wave of light that compounds the first, the entire team she was a part of see weapons take to that same light. Becoming one with the rhythm produced, and her hair shifts to that platinum blonde. Just enough focus from the girl to see the transition. "Time to lose, sorry excuse for a boss." Shiina snickers, her hair drifting softly as if

Press the attack CD [4/5], Rally Refreshed, Hyperactive CD [2/3], ID:201559 | Battle:9, Craft:9, Loot:15 (+8 EN) A harsh squeal from Shiina as a super bright light fills the pipe they were flailing around in. "FREYD, BRUH DID YOU JUST FIRE A LASER?" the girl extrudes in an excessive show of excitement. "That was totally wicked!" a weave of her feet, back and forth as she moves about the interior. Eruda and Raidou were dancing, Freya was blind. Man this was going to hell in a handbasket, but who the hell cared because lasers, man. Shoving her way past Sam, she manages to transfer some left

A small glide into the chamber, there was some remnant of a green trail with every attempt. It was as if the girl was wearing heelys, catching herself on a pillar of remaining stone. "Hi there, lovelies. Shiina reporting for duty. Duties?" a single index pressed to her chin as she glances up at some softly crackling sconce. A giggle, "heh, dooty" she catches an eyeful of the raid group save the couple of weirdos that were hiding from the festival. The songstress didn't know half of these yahoos, and silently she begins to fiddle with the door. "So, whatcha think?" she nudges a player clea

Press the attack CD [3/5], Rally CD [2/3], Hyperactive CD [1/3], ID:201547 | Battle:8, Craft:3, Loot:4 (No Proc) Sliding all over the place with elegance, lifting her heels with absolutely no issue getting a round. It was straight up like roller skating, and the girl had some serious skills. Who would have thought that all of her escapades would pay off in a sewer of all places. While the fighters were spending most of their time on backs, Shiina was having a total ball. Right up to Freya, still tracking the girl's energy that was straight up just emptying out damn near constantly. "You n

11/8/21 (Crafting Respite: 186442) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 201513 CD: 2 +1 LD: 12 Salvage Success - 7 (+5 Ambition) 2 201514 CD: 9 +1 LD: 17 Rare (Mast) - 10

Press the Attack [2/5], Rally Refreshed, Holy Blessing Triggered (+30 HP), ID:201204 | Battle:6, Craft:7, Loot:1 (+8 EN) A completely normal face as she rolls back to her feet, a glance right toward Eruda. "What? I'm right here." the songstress smiles, before gesturing out toward Freya with an outstretched hand. "Contesting Vivace: Overpowering Presence" her hand slams shut, and a giant green ring explodes out from her feet and joins the other two still painted. Freya's form begins to shimmer in white, finding speed that wasn't present before, as if Shiina had sparked something or pressed

Press the attack CD [2/5], Rally CD [1/3], ID:201203 | Battle:8, Craft:1, Loot:19 (No Proc) "Bruh, this is lit." Shiina slides up on her feet, basically deliberately skating on the muck. It had taken a complete 180 in fun factor, although it still smelled like a meat factory that sat out in the sun too long. Hands behind her back, right next to Freya still taunting Freyd. "Gotcha, think fast!" Shiina extrudes with the sudden wave of energy dumping from the girl into Freya with a sudden clasp and causing her to jerk with the exchange. All of the little things Shiina did seemed dial up to 1

Press the attack CD [0/5], ID:201173 | Battle:6, Craft:4, Loot:19 (No Proc) Her capitano makes a ripe mess, and in the blast Shiina gets coated in slime boi guts. "Yuck." Shiina quips with half of her hair stuck up on one side, frozen in an impossible defy of gravity, as she just got blasted with what is virtually bad smelling hair gel. "Guess we dirty bois, I smell like burnt leather covered in mac and cheese." A whiff of her right arm, Sprinkles having taken the brunt of it and was now smoothed out like a street rat from grease. Finding something on the floor and beginning to chew, crav

ID:201089 | Battle:4, Craft:12, Loot:12 (+8 EN), Rally CD [2/3], Press the Attack [1/5] Looking into the red glowing eyes of the big ol' dragon, right past book boi's shoulder. Shiina can feel her muscles seize up, and like a sack of potatoes, the girl falls face first onto the floor. A heavy clatter, as she tries to wiggle her fingers and toes. Nope, didn't work. Welp, that was just the way the cookie crumbles. A grin still stuck on her face, she moves just a bit to get a thumbs up toward Simmone. The little ding of her energy filling fully back up and the song kept playing with no vocal

Another sickly splash, and it began to take shape. The slime from a gunk covered ceiling begins to congeal into much more tangible masses, moving with living intentions to eat the trespassers. "EWW, The butt juice is moving." A heavy slap as she beelines away, before smearing the sticky stuff on Sam's back. "Get it!" Shiina yelps toward the group before starting up that music of hers, it was immediately in her violent tempo. It would be clear to the rest of the group she was wanting this over pretty damn quickly, as weapons held limp until now begin to burn like lanterns over shoulders. Water

Being scooped out of the fountain like a sack of potatoes, she presents a single coin to Hidden. "It don't matter none, this is a fountain coin mein. Souvenirs are important. It's like a reminder of all the cool places you've been and people you meet." It was but a single col, but to Shiina it was special. Cradling the thing for a moment, holding above her head and shutting one eye to compare it to the sun. It casts a single circular shadow on her eye, giving the girl a wide grin. "Music, ye ye. It's not the type with words doe." The songstress quips with a wave of fingers through her hair abo

Rally CD [1/3] The wave of energy shifts, as the songstress looks at the rest of the group in one quick sweep. "Oh boy, here we go!" She yelps out with a transition of the tone of the song, the tempo shifting as she causes the stone Simmone dropped to shatter. Like another track from an entirely different genre, it begins to meld into the currently produced sound. At first it doesn't mix well, but eventually begins to line up and little Shiina rips her hands out in front of her and clenches them. "Battlefield Overture: Dramatic Encore" The words spoken trigger some pulse of power, as the

Her face was all puffed up, plugging her nose with her left hand. "It smells like a total butt hole down here, why are we here." Normally Shiina was more than willing to scoot her butt on an adventure, specially with Freyd but this was pushin it. There was nothing fun to see, nothing to fiddle with and accidentally break. They were in a sewer, and there was nothing fun about a crap filled sewage pipe. "Why are the walls all slimy, looks like a jar of jelly exploded in a microwave." Her comparison seemed oddly specific, leading to the connotation that perhaps the girl had done such a thing befo

A few simple steps into the belly of the beast, and most of the group just seemed to be glancing off the beast. Shiina starts to hum, a flash of light echoes out from the girl in an elegant display. A ring with some strange shapes forms on the ground, her hair begins to flutter. "Ya'll are suckin'. Let me fix." Raising her hands in a claw like embrace in front of her, sees the dragon slow down just ever so slightly. "Now give it a shot!" Shiina exudes with a hyperactive thumbs up flashed with both hands like the fonze. She then begins to wander, the ring painted below her, following her as she

Popping her lips and skipping rather nonchalantly through the death trap filled with angry death. "What we lookin' for anywho?" she quips toward the group that looked to be doing their best remain silent. Fiddling with the tracking chalk she had been given, she began drawing all manner of pictures on the walls. Some were harmless, others were absolutely obscene. Once the rest of the party began to move on too far ahead, the songstress presses the utensil against the wall and just drags it alongside her. This creates a swaying, wavy mess of yellowish shade, like a makeshift ocean. Blinking twic

11/4/21 Moved to Guild Vault

11/4/21 (Crafting Respite: 186438) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 200882 CD: 11 +1 LD: 15 Perfect (Mast) - 13 (+5 Ambition) 2 200883 CD: 8 +1 LD: 19 Rare (Mast) - 10

Press the Attack CD [2/5], Field Medic CD [1/3], Rally CD [1/3], ID:200366 | Battle:2, Craft:7, Loot:16 (+8 EN) Blonde hair matched with a gleeful grin, a wave of shadows peeling out of the rim of the sign she'd all but imprinted into the floor. Neat she was aware of somewhat the weird clone things that Freyd produced, but not enough to know how to handle them. As they sprouted more and more, spreading like weeds and taking the shape of every member of the battlefield. Shiina had an epiphany, a sudden realization. She'd never tested just how many people she could affect, or if she could a

Clattering heels in the street, a small package under her right arm. Like a bumblebee she weaves through the foot traffic, seeing out the little storefront that was her own within the city of coral. It was a dusty place, a smattering of performance crystals and paper all over the place. The bell of the entry jingles, as Shiina makes for the first available table and yeets most of what was on top of it to the floor. Paper dances through the air, resting where it falls in sweeping slides. Dropping down the box, she slides off the top and neatly folded inside was her purchase. Shiina clutche

The shopkeeper perks up with a ring of the door, a slender black-haired woman in a yellow apron. "Can I help you?" she asks in an almost motherly tone. To the counter, Shiina taps a rhythm into it before she gestures with a point. "How much is that?" At first the NPC doesn't seem to quite understand, normally people come in seeking armor but here was this child that it seemed desired something else entirely. "Oh that one, I think it comes to about 25 col." A clatter of coins that roll out from the songstress like ants escaping a magnifying glass. "DEAL!" as she slams a handful of change to the