Shiina

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

Humming a somber tune, the clicking of her heels as she skipped. A glance through a large window at a dress, perched on a mannequin. Shiina's eyes light up, as she presses her face against the glass. A lilac colored bit of frill, so nice and summer toned. That sun dress would look so good on her, wouldn't it. Or maybe it would have looked good on Ms. Aoi, it had been a while since she thought about life before. I mean the world of Aincrad was truly magnificent right. A total heaven they'd all been cast in, despite the certain death. But it had been a while since she'd even thought about l

"Of course I call her Shaniqua, she can't pick out her own name. That would be silly." The girl looks toward Hidden, a coy grin placed upon her face as she just sat there making it out like she was the crazy one. "Really? Are you sure?" with regard to the girl's name, playfully eying her with one eye closed. She begins to shovel the rest of the crayons off the fountain into the water, enjoying the sounds of the *plunk* as they touch down. Her attention gets stuck on the small bits of coin, just below the surface, that were gleaming from sunlight hitting them. Made them almos

She plucks out another one, the light from sunlight making it shine like oil. "Yep, they're like some sort of microphone. But they work better for me than anyone else. Dunno how to describe it. They just pump up what's already there. They're like back up singers, I call this one Shaniqua. She's sassy, a bit of a diva." Proceeding to color as if nothing had ever changed. Shiina shrugs "Beats me, just happens when I'm all serious freakin' beeswax. N'da you do it too, your eyeballs get all..." Shiina pauses to press both hands in balls near her eyes before yelling out "BLAM" and making her finger

"Hmm, Black Hair huh?" Shiina's eyebrows freeze with one of them raised, catching the sudden short circuit that had happened. "Did, did you break?" Waving her hand a bit in front of the woman's face. "I can see it, probably look pretty good black too, not gonna lie." Shiina stretches and plops the book down, wiggling her fingers a bit at the far edges as a couple of prism like crystals fall out of the space between her belly and the plate armor. "Whoops, I need some like medieval duct tape or somthin'" her eyes shift back the way she came, checking if she accidentally left a bread crumb trail

Press the Attack CD [2/5], Field Medic CD [1/3] The song shifts, and a wave of energy could be felt within it. Troops at the side of the exchange begin to be overcome by lethargy, falling to their knees. Shiina shifts and extends a single hand forward, her hair not following any rules of gravity and appearing as though she was underwater. A clasp of it into a fist, causes Lun'rael to almost slow down like someone put on some brake. The songstress seemed to allude to some differing personality, something significantly more serious than anything she'd ever projected. "That's more like it."

A skooch forward as her hair floundered a bit from swaying strands. "Noice." Shiina extrudes, eyeing Hidden's keen little yellow sphere in the top of a still black and white canvas. "Want a different color? Check mine out." And what the songstress shows is nothing more than some eldritch horror ball of spaghetti string strewn across a page. Not a single line was followed, and not a single shade seemed to match a damn thing. If it could, the rainbow color could easily bleed off the page and taint the rim of the fountain. "What else is in here?" she begins to scan through the book abruptly, turn

Hyperactive Fades, Hyperactive Refreshed, Press the Attack CD [1/5], Press the Attack Fades The girl's hair, now a platinum blonde, twists to look to Eruda. A somber and soft demeanor, not an ounce of concern. Extending her right hand out, she reaches toward some intangible force and sweeps from right to left. The whole of the party begins to glow a soft white, before she clutches onto some imaginary tether. A sharp jerk back to the right sees everyone's HP bars shift into a blue shade and instantly skip back to full. Without a word spoken, the girl returns to the song she'd been performi

Hyperactive Duration [2/3], Hyperactive CD [2/3] A wave of energy emanates out in an echo, a single somber out crying tone. The rings drawn upon the field bleed a further and further luminous aura, as they begin to lock into place. Gesturing to them with outstretched hands, this was her stage. Steel colored locks shift to blonde. "Phantasmal Chorus: Cry of the Ancients" her voice was adamant, different to all that would partake it. There was a serious in that small stature, one that none had ever seen. As if magnified by some unseen force, it carries. "The end is nigh, there will be nothi

► Hymn of the Battle Bard Cost: 10 SP Post Action Energy cost: 5 EN Requirements: Rank 5 [Performer], Rank 5 [Leadership] Effect: The user may 'craft' a song in combat, using the same table from the performer table without the use of materials. The result is instantly treated as [Mass], and the User's choice of either Debuff/Support type. This effect however is treated as if it were a skill, as such do not conflict with existing consumable effects. Description: A song, an anthem of battle produced within the wake of conflict, is that much more refined. Some may wave a sword, oth

A twist of her head with an eye over her shoulder, an innocent cascade of rather short hair across her forehead. Her dome cocked to the side like a puppy, the girl was embarrassed or something. Right. "OK." She scoops a handful of the newfound utensils from the counter and the shopkeeper begins to lean and speak, "Wait you need to p..." Instinctually, he takes a fist full of col tossed at him like hail. It was more than enough, excluding the assault. "Tank yah Kindly, Bye now... MAKE MOAR." Shiina extrudes sliding out of the building with a still tugging handful of Hidden latched to her collar