Setsuna

Standard Recovery +4 EN Darting back into the fray with direct intention, Setsuna carves through the opponents with blinding fast strikes. Each one would see massive wounds that explode out long after her extraction. The lethality would be obvious to her group, and as Shiina's effects come in full swing, her weapon supercharges and causes her next opponent to experience a horrifying rip of its available hit points down a sizeable chunk. They'd continue to attempt to stop her, but with every attack she'd glide through every attempt with the most acrobatic evasiveness. Slipping past every a

Standard Recovery +4 EN Setsuna keeps up her lethal pressure as she winds through the battlefield like a bullet. The warzone sees swipes and attacks aimed at her, but with finesse she slides beneath one attack and over another. A twin attack and she leaps at an angle to slip through space between. A sharp rip of her Katana would follow a ring of cyan blue that darts through both targets, and the sheer motion carries her through. Tumbling she snaps her attention back as she's sprawled out like a cat ready to pounce, the blue scarf still flared as momentum carries it past her. Left hand hol

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed, Vanish Refreshed A weaponized scalpel, the cyan blue trace of existential dread wormed its way through the battlefield like a laser focused omen of death. It lingers for a moment before a puff of smoke would show its source, a long purple scarf wrapped around her throat appearing almost weightless as she pops into existence. The glimmer of a katana on her back being returned to its scabbard as a method of foreshadowing the fact that it had been used. Once its finally snapped closed, it causes a wide chunk of green to erase itself from the slime k

The bitter cold of Setsuna roars out among the battlefield, like a foreboding wave that would cause the stomach to churn and become uneasy. Within moments the field is washed white, transitioning into this secreted place as the sounds fell down to nothing. In that silence, the beast continues to freak. Horrified and trapped in this sudden shift of existence. A singular glimmer to which it cannot respond fast enough to catch. The click sees the weapon close, and with it an arm is ripped from her opponent in a horrifying display of destruction. What isn't reduced to rubble is locked solid in a f

Relaxed [2/2] - Full HP/EN recovery Vanish Refreshed, Charge Refreshed The soft sound on her HUD, a gentle blip provides the feedback that confirms she was ready to continue. Opening her HUD she'd type out a message to Eruda as to not break her cover, allowing the tank to know that she was prepared. This is the point where her hand would make motions toward the handle of her blade. Clutching carefully the grip she waited in a suspenseful silence for what was to come next as the slurping noises rung out somewhere deeper within that drain pipe on the wall. The timing couldn't have been

Relaxed [1/2] Vanish CD {2/3}, Charge CD {2/3} A soft pant in the dark, the girl would allow her energy to recover before the next escapade. Otherwise she'd risk running out completely, and it was a habit she was trying to break. Within that time however, she would remain vigilant eagerly assuring that no creatures would meander in out of the dark. Within that time her attentions become a bit lax as she checks her gear, as if waiting out the designated timer and making sure that her attire was fitted properly. A sharp inhale upon her perch, her breathing starts to stabilize. Setsuna

Standard Recovery +4 EN Like a phantom a singular blue line appears across the battlefield seemingly without any warning. It draws through her opponent and lingers for a moment as the girl apparates into existence like gathering fog. A turn of a still smoking katana as the permafrost hisses out from that evercold steel and falls to the floor, a turn in her clutches sees it to a saya still strapped to her left hip. A slow slide like an ill omen, as the opponent starts to rush her down in haste and aggression. *click* it snaps shut.... Followed by a ruthless detonation of ice like cancer th

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Vanish Refreshed More hostiles begin to bleed out of drainage pipes looking for blood from those that had penetrated their domain. Despite the fact the room had just become a massive hellscape, and the simple fact was Setsuna hated the heat. She would rush them down as soon as there was enough body to strike at, causing them to freeze at numerous points. Bits and pieces of them becoming solid shrapnel as its flung through the air and splatters like a handful of rocks against the sewer walls. The HP bars that she could see would show their vitality plummet in respo

Ripping into existence in the blink of an eye, the girl appears with a maelstrom of sleet and shreds the first entity before can even fully form. A spray of green slime freezes midair and clatters against a sewer wall as ill colored hail. Through cloth covered mouth she jerks back took toward her party. "There are more." Before she pivots and folds back to avoid an attack from the others. The weapon in her grasp clicks shut and sends a sharp detonation of frost to claim her chosen victim as she continues back using her left hand to continue to tumble. As soon as her feet hit the ground she lun

Stealth Rating: 231516, LD: 8 + 6 = 14 Success! The swift twist sees an allied shadow dart through the obscurity with the lightest of leaps, perching upon a nearby column like a gargoyle. The soft trickle of a silvered white mist will elude to her party that she was nearby, coupled with the soft bite of cold that followed alongside it. Upon her lips the purple mask drawn up to cover the lower half of her face. Hand placed on the hilt of her katana, ripe and ready to strike when the need would arise. She was back down here hunting down the most elusive quarry, that strange woman from prior

9/7/24 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 230384 CD: 5 +1 LD: 14 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 230385 CD: 1 +1 LD: 17 Critical Failure - 6 (+5 Ambition

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +33 HP, Vicious Stomp Fades The ground shutters under the weight of the girls voice, yet this time it seemed much more 'potent'. The evidence was weak, but this would have to be the first time it broke glass or blew out the lights. Setsuna seizes the opportunity as the foes strength started to wane. A sudden leap into the dark Setsuna disappears from view. The faint glimmer of cyan blue, showing that her weapon was primed and ready to go. A singular vorpal tear darts through the chamber, and moments later the weapon clicks shut. Hostiles of all shap

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +33 HP Finding Simmone's outstretched hand, Setsuna bounds past her. At first it looks as though the girl was going to collide with the woman, but the moment where they should have impacted sees Setsuna pass harmlessly through as her body becomes an incorporeal mist. Her shape reforms, like stirring a pot before the rapid taps of her feet see her blinding down the tunnel. Turning a T-junction, Setsuna hones in on the sound and breaks left without stopping. She lunges and plants against that back wall before leaping off with a change in direction. Ra

*Optimal Turn Order Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +33 HP, Charge Refreshed The creature in the mist, a name with a dark connotation and yet it couldn't be more fitting a title. Setsuna stirs as the flames of the tower push her further and further into a deep vitriol. Far too little does she find an opponent that can challenge her, and somewhere deep down she relished the moment where they could actually make her feel anything. The blade on her back is shifted off to her left side, and she turns the scabbard slightly using her left hand. The girls eyes light up in a sharp cyan

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +33 HP As soon as the Shadow Dragon Matriarch hits the ground, its wings are shredded. A single minute line draws across its wingspan as they begin to fold, this tiny cyan line and at the end of it Setsuna appears in a puff of white mist. Hand to her face, the girl spins into the air and clambers to the ground. Setsuna's feet dig in and keep her balance, as her momentum carries her some distance. Sliding back, it wears a nice groove through the soot and dust, as she whips her hand back and rotates her weapon toward its sheathe. Finding the hole she

Maintain Stealth | 230031, LD: 13 + 6 = 19, Success! As soon as its focus locked to Kasumi, Setsuna seems to form up out of white smoke. A cool mist coalesces and within a split second it was like ghost gaining shape. Her right hand hovered the handle of her katana, and as clamps down she tears through the creatures throat with a vorpal tear. It is as if space folds, and within nothing more then a blink of an eye Setsuna was on the opposite side. The slow sheathe of her weapon from the crouched position she found herself in, like a gentle grinding. Setsuna twists with that same sharp glar

Stealth: 230019 | LD: 4 + 6 = 10, Success! Blinding just outside of view, the chill on the wind portraying her presence even in a visual absence. The girl scans the information plastered on the wanderer's screen, eagerly seeking her quarry. Her target, some strange white haired woman to which Setsuna couldn't help but taste the irony. The sheer amount of time she's spent shadowing white haired women could be easily add up to a full time job. Apparently this one was very, odd. The debriefing explained that this was an attempt at a conversation and was an information gathering mission, yet

8/20/24 190573, T4/Perfect/Cloth Armor + 1 Demonic Shard (Combined with Kasumi's, Sent from Simmone) Name: Raven's Fickle Fortune - Solera Profession: Tailor Rank: 10 Roll ID: Demonic Upgrade Roll Result: 227637 Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Loot Dice 2, Recovery 2

This 12/5/23 Item Fusion (Freyd) Item Evaluation (Oscar): 206365, T4/Perfect/Handwraps (Materials Sent 3/17/22)

PLOT 12/5/23 Item Fusion (Freyd) Item Evaluation (Oscar): 206365, T4/Perfect/Handwraps (Materials Sent 3/17/22)

Another spoonful of jasmine rice stuck in a clump on the edge of a pair of chopsticks. "Perhaps your right, Therein lies the difficulty with being blind. You lack the ability to see the world for what it truly is." The epiphany was nearly lost on her, spoken as an insightful turn of phrase. "But consider me a cynic. I doubt that anything can be so honest and true, life is never easy nor difficult. It is no different then hunting a target. There will be moments of surprise, moments where everything moves according to a plan. Its adapting that is common place, I imagine that this is no different

A cold and unwavered intensity even still, questioning the foundation of her beliefs. Perhaps it wasn't the method but the motive. There had been a few as of late that despite a marker, were spared. On the contrary, there were a select few that she felt inclined to end despite owning the ticker that they'd done no wrong. "The truth is a hard pill to swallow, but pretending or avoiding it succeeds nothing." she spoke to the sentiment and to this very discussion. Setsuna was always of the mind to consider and weigh her options, think impartially about information. There was no emotion in it, sav

Weighing carefully the lesson that the swordsman had wished to teach. That cold and calculating gaze, almost keeping with it a sense of naivety. "No further has a fact been spoken. A blade is an extension of the self, an assertion of will and drawing it requires an adhere to a code. Mine, answers a cry of violence each time its drawn." Looking to the hungering blade in the dust, finding itself its own oozing mist. Having slipped so gently out of its saya, the embrace of Snowfrost still bleeding from it. "Setsunin~to." Setsuna remarks bluntly. "Is counter to your beliefs. It is called the

It would appear that the girl was staring at the horizon as if searching for something. Setsuna was trying to see his perspective, in the most literal sense. Some had considered her a creature of the cardinal, a manifested weapon and punishment akin to that of redemption. Or a response for the lack of an attempt at the quest. To others a story, a big fish story that had no truth. To the ones that knew the truth, they never lived to tell it. She was the boogy man, one that existed but didn't. No truer a statement then how she felt. "They were, once." A simple response as her silver-blue ha

Placing the pipe gingerly into the phoenix's clutches, staring out into the horizon that had since twisted to twilight. The orange being replaced with the cool blue, night had fallen. "I'm afraid, what happens when I do?" Setsuna admitted her only fear. "I agree." Kneeling low and using her left hand to push her skirt beneath her butt. Modest even still, Alkor would get the taste of the chilled weather of Snowfrost. It held to her no matter where she went, although the heat on floor 9 threatened it. "People can't stomach the thought of murder. I've dealt with the hesitation and with the desire