Setsuna

The little red bobber in the water sinks in. A pole in the girls hand bends slightly as it is suddenly under tension, the reel coiling in a repeated ratcheting. The small handle spins around angrily as Setsuna sat with her legs crossed, lost in thought. Quite the intense past couple of days, and these moments of quiet reflection gave her a defusal of all her pent up anger. Grabbing the handle, she halts it and begins to spin it counter clockwise. This forces the slightly clear wire between it and the catch to shorten. Setsuna leans toward her opponent dawning scales, reducing the tension on th

*New Round, New Turn Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Vanish Refreshed, BH {+41 HP}, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [1/3] Blinking back in and ripping down with enough rage to split the earth, Piasuhon barely manages to get to its feet before that cold colored line draws straight across its top. Its top half cleaves off in a spray of data like the worlds most lethal hair cut, its head rolling on the floor before exploding into a wave of stardust. Her eyes dart to Mari, having more then heard every attempt to understand. The mask comes off, finally r

The sharp tone and hotter environment didn't leave much for the girl to enjoy. Setsuna wasn't one for revelry or relaxation, and even with active encouragement to participate left her little beyond uneasy and on edge. Instead the girl reluctantly donned useless 'women' attire, with absolutely no real defensive qualities and even less coverage or protection. A major shift from all of her usual. Moreover, the cloth wrappings she normally sported to reduce the size of her shadow rewarded lumps of worthless fat were flat out denied. Mainly because the white bands of fabric appeared quite readily r

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Vanish CD [2/3], BH {+41 HP} Finding herself among the others suddenly swimming behind the hidden recesses of the coliseum where they should not be. The spite fresh on her tongue, and the irritation of such a long winded detour without a given reason. With the moment of weakness shown upon Rhino's frame, Setsuna carves into it with all the level of sheer tenacity that she always conveyed. Allowing all of her pent up aggression to manifest itself in a horrid display of visceral outrage, Piasuhon being the sole proprietor of it all. The

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Vanish Refreshed, BH {+41 HP} A puff of white vapor would show Setsuna bounding in. That signature ferocity that Setsuna always wore, a surgical scalpel with a steady hand. Her hand linked in a tight grip around the katana on her back, tight against her waist. A vorpal tear at high speed would show her lethality in that same thin single razor line of color, to which the system wouldn't even convey the damage. On her eyes a tinge of increased anger, manifested as a glowing set of eyes matched with a scowl. The katana returns into its s

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Fades, Vanish CD [2/3] The razor thin bullet of a cyan blue line tears down and through the boss as it screams through the air, as if someone had yelled 'PULL' causing it to careen awkwardly off the wall and drag to a halt. Setsuna stands composed, panting faintly through the cloth cover over the lower half of her face. Katana drawn at her side breathing deep the bitter cold that drips to the floor like permafrost. The blade whips off to her side, rotating in her hand and offered into its sheath with her

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [2/3], Vanish Refreshed The girl shoves off with her left hand, breaking immediately into a sprint. Her eyes flare in a rich ice like blue, and her speed is sent into the stratosphere. That same defining line, mixed with brash precision like a scalpel and a lack of self preservation. Right through Raidou she seems to disperse like steam from a cup as she would make impact with him. Her image bends and reforms shortly past him, like a ghost as she slams into the opposed wall and braces onto it as

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational {Shiina} +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration [1/3], Vanish CD [2/3] Blazing right past Kasumi with a lunge into one of the walls on her left, the girl uses it as a spring board. Mid air her weapon drawn which causes her velocity to skyrocket, her foolish albeit ferocious risk fueled lethality on full swing. The largest among them has that thin blue line slide through, leaving much to the imagination as the girl rolls onto her feet and continues to slide with her legs wide. Her right hand held fast against her weapons handle, as her left ke

A wave of cold mist not unlike the mists of floor 4 sweeps across the field in a rolling wave. The cyan line rips straight through the exposed flesh but provides little in the way confirmed contact. Sand's claw seems to slow still struggling to find its footing from Kasumi. Setsuna blinks into solidarity like a ghost from the fog, spreading her legs and hovering the handle of her katana. The girl's eyes flicker into a ripe flash of cyan, and only the quickest perceptions can see her clutch the handle. Another thin line of ice blue rips across before the other fades. Once the girl regains her s

The cold murmur in the dark of screens as they open and close, messages and analysis of a girl that proved to be an effective scalpel. Perched high in one of the trees, Setsuna scoured the location for any rogue elements. The girl was confident that outside of the recurring annoyance in red shell, that they would encounter little disturbance in todays little escapade. The bitter taste of seeing a familiar orange topped set of orange hair and an orange marker wasn't absent from Setsuna's tongue, but since her last encounter she'd learned to deal with it and dig a little deeper. Kasumi moves to

Sitting in her shop, it was late yet she just woke up. There were a lot of things to accomplish tonight and Freyd had messaged her with a new lead. It wasn’t a normal one this time. Usually it was find and wipe out, this was a scouting mission. It was said that there was activity in Taft but there was no final detail of what. All she was aware of was that there was a tavern that needed to be sussed out undercover and that it was open all times of the day. Riding the shadows of the building she had finally gotten the location of the tavern. Slinking down as she peaks in the window. It was

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 246665, CD: 7 (Rec proc +8 EN) A mix of the void and a blinding white light, the pure personification of chaos would ensue turning the whole room into a strained and filled powder keg ready to blow. The gentle tapping of foot falls sees the girl transition clear into mist as she passes clean through Raidou and behind Freyd. The blue line drawn like a precise cut from a scalpel. What was the unknown, is that line seems to suck in the void bleeding out of the creatures midsection and the very bloom from Sam's arrow fuse at the event horizon using the tear

Offering Raidou a nod of acknowledgement, Setsuna's only main goal was to directly deny the very thing these things were seeking. Sometimes there were casualty in battle, but denial of an enemies goals would always win a war. This was no truer here nor in Ladonia moments prior, there was always some overarching risk to these sort of things. Tightening her grip around the handle of her katana, she'd disappear in a puff of smoke. Her enemy were numerous but foolish, so using wits would be the hardest counter to their brash behavior. PH

Ripping past the held fast line, the silver haired creature in the mist would see even more of the creatures clipped to tiny pieces of shrapnel. Glass shards turned ice would explode out like powdered snow. A turn on her heel, the girl rips up the flat of wood that had fallen. Pressing it hard against the others, she'd turn her blade and give one solid swipe. The thing would start to freeze over, creeping ice working to form what was essentially a temporary blood clot to prevent the bleeding. A rending blade finds itself back into her scabbard, allowing her the freedom to clasp at its top and

Preparing to strike as her prey raised to its four legs, getting roused from slumber by Shiina which the girl easily predicted. What she did not predict however is what would follow after as her entire screen surged in ways it had never done before. Setsuna exploits it as she ignores it at first, choosing instead to focus on her opportunity before it would pass. A singular sharp line rushes clean through, sending the girl to quickly sheath her blade and confirm the strike. However given that her skills didn't go black, there wasn't even the slightest hesitation despite it not being familiar. I

Starting Stealth | 245819, LD: 6 + 12 = 18 {Success} Darting from the gate and maintaining a fair distance from the rest of the party, Setsuna would tap the invite with a quick push before sweeping her left hand in a rightward dismissal to keep her vision clear. Bouncing from stone to stone, as that thick white film of hers would permeate a fair distance around her. This floor was exceptionally harder to hide in, there was little in the way of foliage or old ruins to perch herself behind. Moreover no trees to find an overlook from. The girl checks her gear, all of her affairs and her equi

Here's her old copy: Gold Star Sticker (+1 of either DMG/LD/15 Mit, treated as Totems charge [1/3]) @Wulfrin

*New Round, New Turn Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245555, CD: 12 (+8 EN) Acting in tandem with Raidou putting down the super angry lightning hurt, the room even lighting up with the lightning as it collides with nearly anything close enough to receive some. The girl poofs into a cloud of white mist, turning into a ghost and becoming completely concealed as the room fills up with the stuff. The ground starts to become slick as the water on the floor starts to freeze up, her weapon adding even more of that cold aroun

6/25/25 Pending Uneval'd rolls held without enhancements/name/desc 198294, T1/Perfect/Cloth Armor 198295, T1/Perfect/Cloth Armor 204522, T1/Perfect/Cloth Armor 204532, T1/Perfect/Cloth Armor 204534, T1/Perfect/Cloth Armor 198341, T2/Perfect/Cloth Armor 198342, T2/Perfect/Cloth Armor 198421, T2/Perfect/Cloth Armor 198422, T2/Perfect/Cloth Armor 204536, T2/Perfect/Cloth Armor 198283, T3/Perfect/Cloth Armor 198424, T3/Perfect/Cloth Armor 198425, T3/Perfect/Cloth Armor 204537, T3/Perfect/Cloth Armor 204540, T3/Perfect/Cloth Armor 190574, T4/Perfect/Cl

*New Round, New Turn Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc), Charge CD [2/3] As if right on queue the girl would trace the space that Celeste had designated, following her extended arm and drawing a mental line straight to the targets. A bouncing cyan line as she screamed toward them at speeds nigh impossible, and would cleave through the lot without even a moment of hesitation. A scattering of crab parts is flung through the air with the click of a scabbard, sending them spiraling back into the ever strea

*New Turn Order, New Round Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | ?, CD: ? (No Proc) That bitter chill would begin to build upon her shoulders, sending her temperature lower and lower. In the flash of flame produced by Celeste the crab would stir in a horrifying agony, boiling away as its armor splintered and fell away. Her weapon peeks open sending all of its trapped permafrost into a billowing white fog, sending the faintest blue line as she starts to blind through her opponent. Where Celeste's was gruesome and wide, Setsuna's w

The creature flounders and starts to list off and wobble, the discharge of lightning making it rather difficult to remain upright. Setsuna bounds from her concealment functioning on that call to action. The blade in her hand is unsheathed in a single minute vorpal strand of cyan light, as the white fog of her namesake began to dance across the sand in a chilling cold. That line of hers doesn't seem even the slightest bit slowed when it makes contact with her foe, tracing clean through in a blinding flash. Like a bullet slides through, and Setsuna grinds to a halt on its flank. The sand even le

Starting Stealth Rating | 245497, LD: 17+9 = 26 {Success} That cool blue silver hair of hers sat limply on her back, as she'd sit in an idle observation from the thick leaved canopy. The salted wind rakes itself through, the breeze causing the leaves that surround her to twist and move the shadows lingering on her frame. They shift back and forth gently, as she'd slide her feet and keep her back pressed into the large tree at which she was perched in. She knew damn well that the proverbial shit was about to hit the fan, and that she was extremely more effective from the shadows. Her hand

6/24/25 Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill**

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245408, CD: 7 (+8 EN) This place was smaller than most, there was no place to jump off from. There was plenty of rooms to hide in but that wasn’t going to help her. All the rooms were on the other side of this room, there was no clear view of anything. Raidou was blocking most of it, if she dived in now he would have to move but then they had a chance of getting up and moving. Her shoulders sling down a bit, glancing around for a moment before hearing, -THUNK-. Head shifts to the door just to t