Setsuna

3/4/22 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 204926 CD: 4 +1 LD: 12 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition) 2 204927 CD: 4 +1 LD: 17 Uncommon - 8 (+5 Ambition)

3/3/22 (Crafting Respite: 186446) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 204518 CD: 2 +1 LD: 3 Salvage Failure - 7 (+5 Ambition) 2 204519 CD: 6 +1 LD: 20 Rare - 10

A somber tone, as she'd remove herself from that which was born again. The howling winds continued on around them, where not a moment before had become silent. Through thoughts and consequence or a clash of hope, a single moment of security betwixt its gaze. Caught on the taste of what might come, on the thought of what might be. And yet she chose this, chose to stay her blade for but a brief moment. The truth was the girl could not stand what she had become, and it was plastered on the still fleeting callousness stuck to her brow as if it was adhered there. The slight popping of her heel

A quiver in her eyes, as the color starts to fizzle and fade out. "Who will have mercy on me!?" What an odd question, as she kept with that same intensity. The words fighting to be heard in the maelstrom that screamed around them. The snow threatening to bury them both under its magnitude. "I am already drowning in it, Alkor, It's all I can feel. I won't pretend I am not a monster, I hate myself." A scattering of something glimmers and is sucked into that wave, and the shout felt pained. Like an exposed wound in agony, it felt taxed and bleeding. She was lying to herself, to protect herself.

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YEET Given to Koga Given to Bismuth Given to Xena

The bitter chill continued to blaze on around them, threatening to circumvent the player's survival as it howled. "Death is a lesson to those that survive it. You are so sure that they will learn, that they will witness their mistake or taste their own fear. What makes you believe that they will not seek out the easy solution again?" Hand resting on the handle of her blade, weighing her options. She knew damn well Alkor could keep up with her enough to make obliterating that scum difficult, and her element of surprise was all but gone. "Those that survive them will learn from their mistak

A harsh grinding as her blade is dragged against a rapid moving Alkor's, casting a shower of lights and sparks as they connect. Another slam as she vanishes and reappears, to Alkor's immediate right. Past those angry slivers of metal, a locked gaze betwixt the two. "You would preach to me of violence, after what I've seen their kind do?" The words came off harsh and cold like sandpaper. A vorpal tear and blades ring out, it would look like a storm to which Alkor was in the middle of, even still the man didn't seem bothered in the slightest. All that he'd reflect, was that same stalwart stare a

A click as she redirects, apparating out of thin air and pressing her back into a frozen stone. The crunching of footfalls as bodies began to shuffle. Peering out as clumps of fog join with that blizzard, escaping the inch of steel of a rime cold blade. A sharp exhale, as she reaches into her clothes and removes a small vial. Her saya just beneath her wrist lights with a sword art being charged. With a thumb, she plucks the cork and casts out a tiny red light that quickly manifests into a loose shape. "Use that potion." Biting her teeth together so aggressively, it cut the lining of

The storm thickened, as bitter cold tore through flesh to bone. Bodies become buried in a sea of white. A predator in that white had robbed them of courage, and they'd succumbed to it. Nefarious purpose had set the dial on that clock far past the strokes of daylight. A slender draw of a blade from the scabbard on her waist, color becoming mixed within that flurry. Nestled in that white playing the part of camouflage easily, a ghost by all definition. A body becoming translucent and like vapor, as legs began to carry her. A vow carrying her. Faint cries from the boy still missing his

A violent spray and a blood-curdling scream. A boy no older than 20 clutches his right arm at the elbow, and a glowing stump just past that. A weapon clatters to the ground and is quickly lapped up by the sleet. "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" Shouts an older man, adorned in thick leathers and hide to stave against the cold. Eyes dart as he squeezes the shoulder of his comrade, burning above his head a nice little amber crystal spinning. Watching carefully into the flurry, trying his damned to pick out their pursuer. It had struck without warning, and the result. A slowly climbing parasite in the fo

"Then you prove me right." She spoke to her words prior, that there were two types of people. Those that could kill, and those that could not. It came down to perspectives, and a question of if someone was redeemable. Koga would have tried to change them, protect them. To have a change of heart. Sliding a lid to a box and watching it vanish into a pocket dimension, she slides her katana back to the space on her back. An intense stare as she peers back at him, as if still stuck in the night before. "We shall see. My name is Setsuna. You are one of the few who know it, consider yourself lucky. I

Echoes in the distance, as the floor would slowly begin to welcome a morning. Shutters on door frames slide open to greet morning air. "It is a question of 'if' as is all things. If it is relevant, or if it will ever happen. I focus on facts, cold hard truths. I leave others to do the dreaming, I do not have the luxury. Marotaru can continue to dream for me, hope for me. But do not mourn me when your dreams fail, keep that heart to yourself. Place it somewhere else, I do not want it." Watching the people as they moved, drifting a bit with eyes that were heavy and yet would never close. "I do r

ID:203374 | Battle:3, Craft:6, Loot:11+5=16 (Stealth Rating) Moments later, another simply entered her building and placed another order. A sigh as she scoured down on yet another customer. When did news get out about her shop, this was far too many. The slink of a needle through a stock of fabric, quickly and easily matching shapes together, a rather quickly produced suit of armor. If anything, it kept her skills sharp. Folded up and dropped in the center of the room, a ghost had delivered yet another armor to a fresh face. Without a word, without even the semblance of sight, a simp

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Resting the katana across her lap, looking down into her bento. "True, but each require a devotion of time. Likewise, what I do isn't safe. If I were to use what time I had, assuming that I could somehow operate at full capacity doing both. And I were to fade away, then I would only be repeating the problem. Attachment leads to the potential for pain, unless it can be protected. Not everyone has the luxury of such safety. Closure happens when the wrong has been corrected, safety comes after my task." Legs folded beneath her, rice still in a half-eaten clump in one side of that little box.

The blade gleams as the whetstone passes down and back, and she twists it, peering down its length. A bit more rice, plain and standard. "What is the point, if like before it can all be stripped away. Rebuild a whole new life, manufactured and fake, just to attempt to make myself feel better. Force it to happen for simply the sake of doing it." The edge still had a single knick, having caught on a bit of armor, and it couldn't afford to have it. "Or I can use what I have left to make sure that it never happens to anyone else. That is real, relevant and solves the problem." Reversing the grip o

"Do I, well, looks can be deceiving." The girl was a walking epiphany of it, maybe 120 lbs. wet, and she could fell even the largest opponent. "I did, three someone's. They died right in front of me. During my earning a living, no less." It was no secret. "So, your loved one, I understand your reluctance. But the absence of an answer proves there is someone you have in mind. Imagine that person, being incapacitated in front of you. Paralyzed and slowly dismembered, just outside your reach. Being too weak to save them, and another player does the deed. I died then, there is no starting over. Ev

Peeling a bit of rice out and cramming it into her lips, before she uncorks a small bottle. A pungent stink comes out of it, and she peels free the tweezers and clutches the katana's hilt. Drawing it out casts a dry ice fog that rolls out from her. Skin pale white and getting just that much whiter. Eventually it disperses, and reveals a silverish blue edge that frost begins to coagulate on it. Dragging a cotton swab down the length before eating more rice, and moving to a stone. "I suppose." The girl remarks, paying careful mind honing the edge. "They would not and should not. I am no longer

A flick of the wrist and Setsuna returns that needle into the scarf around her neck, disappearing into the purple fabric. The image fades and the clones turn to snow and fall gracefully on the wind. Point proven. "I have a guild, my friends are dead. No one would mourn me, if that is your question." The reply was numb, unfeeling and cold. Sliding open a menu, and typing away a quick response. To the overwatch, that her opponents rushed away and would need tracking. In the same slide between menus, she peels out a small box and slides down a wall of stone near a pile of bones. The girl looked s

"I am." he'd weighed what she'd done, which, considering it for a moment as if he'd given her something grand to decipher. A sour look on her face starts to fade, as it sunk in. "You are correct, allowing the mobs to weaken you would have been ideal. I could have killed you, and it wouldn't have been difficult." Slinking back as the bitter cold fades, a brash sense of anger along with it. To the mask on her lips, a ring of her HUD. The night was over, and a new day was being born. Beginning to dust off her shoulders. "They won't operate now. I wasted too much time talking." A shuffle of her me

A slight twist of her head, a quarry would go unanswered. Like a puppy. "What would you expect, I do not understand your reticence." Catching on that sigh, that dismissal as if defeated. He was holding back something. Tension lingered on the air, so damn thick that it could almost be felt. "You don't seem the slightest bit concerned about my motives, my actions. To the point that you offered to aid me." Setsuna had done him a service declining his offer, not the other way around. That pause, that disconnect was almost scathing. "Too trusting, too willing to stick your neck out. I remember

"It isn't wise." The girl remarked, reaching for the mask around her throat. "I know nothing of your capabilities other than a brief glimpse and words." Sliding it back over her lips and nose, her cursor begins to fade, as if fog on a window clearing. "It would be equally brash of you to attempt to fight an enemy you know nothing about. Swallow your pride, there is no debt." The seas of Tartarus were blooming, blinding in their effervescent cyan glow. A beautiful landscape of color, and to some it would be enrapturing. But for those that operated in this limelight, before the dawn it would go

Wiser than he let on, able to decipher at least her immediate goals. "It doesn't for the careful, for the ones that can slip the system. They are a bit harder to deal with, but can be nonetheless." A more relaxed posture allows Setsuna the same. "To put it loosely, they've been rushing back and forth between Tomoika and Charko. Attacking the route between them, hoping to blindside players who are questing and taking advantage of the bat creatures. Best to steer clear of that area at nightfall." A small analysis, just enough to give the man a place to avoid. Turning on her heel, she starts to s

"Neither, not a choice but a choice just the same." The girl's hand hovering a handle seems to move just a few inches away and lax. "I am hunting, for the very things that would have killed you. Simple, and it is all the detail I am capable of giving you. I cannot know your motives." She was alluding to that revealing them to him would mean that he was a risk, or it would put him at risk. "A strange place to farm, but it speaks to your capabilities. If..." The words broke as she reached for a cloth covering and slowly removed it. Her cursor which had been absent until now becomes visible,