Setsuna

Standard Recovery +4 EN A quick snap of her attention to Nisa and back to the carriage. A shake of her head ‘no’ offers an abrupt showing of disagreement. But with it was a clear intention to protect whatever was trapped inside. It was buried in the sand, it wouldn’t be a living breathing thing. It couldn’t be, could it? That katana of hers fused with ire, irritation brought to a bubbling focus. It breathes in a bitter chill that slowly slides back into its sheath, shearing flakes of frost from it as it rubs against the inside of it. It clicks shut and the girl leans low, embracing i

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed A wave of heat causes Setsuna to recoil, a bit of irritation on her face as she drags a foot to escape the blast zone. The girl never was a fan of heat, no matter the source. A glare jumps back to Celeste who was clearly not paying any attention. In its fuzziness however, looking past the red head Setsuna could detect movement as her vision refocuses. A pair of greatswords leap from the carriage as the thing starts to transition from structure to beast. “Of course it would, INBOUND.” The girl bites with that sharpened abrupt tone, a tinge and

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD [2/3] Setsuna continued to waltz down the beach, feigning a complete lack of interest in whatever the gaggle of players were currently swooning over. A pop of a crab out of the sand due to the loud rumbles from that same gaggle, actively starting to flee at the first sight of a player nearby. “There’s more.” The girl yells toward the others, watching Celeste about face and starts running up to catch the stragglers. “Kill them, I’ll make sure that's the last of them.” She’d offer the red head almost like a command. An obtuse look back makes her reciprocat

Standard Recovery +4 EN A pivot on her heel sees her redirect to face her opponent, who was now incapacitated on the sand. Hand clutched to the weapon strung across her lower back, gripping hard on the cloth wrapping that held itself to the edge. Her feet slide apart, drawing her stance low and spreading her legs far enough to allow her knees past her shoulders as she braces on her left hand. A vorpal tear would make it appear as if she folds space or teleports through her target leaving this thin cyan line behind. A trail from her point of origin to her destination. Grinding to a ha

Roaring from the tree line like a bullet, her weapon surged in an ice cold cyan blue that leaves the air burning in its wake. That line slides through in an instant, right through an array of spider-like legs on Sand’s Claw’s left side. It seems ineffective, until the small silverish blue head raises to eye level and the tiny clink of a closed katana sees it detonate. What was struck scatter into stardust and other pieces are frozen solid beneath a cascade of ice. The creature squeals in agony, turning to take a swipe at Setsuna in rebuttal. It looks as though it connects but the girl disperse

Starting Stealth Rating | 243782 LD:10+5=15, Success Sitting on a branch of a palm tree nearby, one leg up, back against the trunk. The girl had been here for an hour. When the message from yesterday said urgent, apparently it didn’t mean that at all. A cloth was out as she stroked the blade lightly cleaning it. Most people didn’t bother doing this. Even if it could just be auto cleaned like everything else in this god forsaken game, Setsuna would do it ritually to know it got done properly. It was the same thing with repair, Griswolds shop was doing a pristine job at this. Durability was

Setsuna looked to Raidou with the most terrified expression "Is it worse? I accept anything you have to do to remove it. Should I lie down?" The girl starts to get the notion to shove her finger in her mouth to gag herself. Raidou uses an open hand as a barricade. "I appreciate your tutelage. Your patience. All of you, thank you for joining at my final moments." Setsuna starts to lie on the floor, patiently expecting to reduced to ash in the coming moments. It takes some serious effort to get the girl off the floor and moreover the only sober member dictates that she probably shouldn't be jump

Starting Stealth | 243587, LD: 7+5=12 (Success) A chilled vapor permeates from the girl's skin and drops harmlessly into a nearby treeline. A set of cold cyan blue eyes fixated with a determinate glare, a taste of ferocity locked in and ready to pounce. Like a predator. The wind passing through that canopy makes the fog swirl and spin harmlessly through the air. Coiling with her legs around the branch beneath her, she’d drop gingerly to the one just beneath it. A soft exhale escapes her lips, damn near inaudible. Setsuna was clearly a master of her trade, and that trade was hunting.

A Drink on The House | 243582, CD: 10 -> Whiskey Unsheathing her blade in a quick ripping slash sees the trunk of the tree shatter like glass. The first thing she could hit and finally vent some of those pent up frustrations. "Wish fulfilled." The girl remarks in a cold tone, her hair glossed in its pale silver wetness. Weather wasn't anywhere near as drastic as the other two girls were acting it was. The final leg of their journey finds them back into the tavern, her first visit to the place. "This is where the quest ends?" she'd look to Raidou for a silent nod. Three crates offered t

Travel Back | 243578, LD: 18 -> One of the wheels pops off the wagon. As you rush to fix it, you hear the sound of something giggling and scampering towards you. You never see what it is as you get back on the road. Removing her hand, the more wild amongst them really had a way of drawing attention to them. Setsuna sighs in irritation and passes a smaller crate to Shiina, before gesturing aggressively "Move it, we don't have all day." Down to the pile, she peels up one of her own and moves up toward the deck of the ship. Atop it, one of her other companions were being equally as useles

Unloading the Cargo | 243574, LD:10 -> You find a barrel of wine that is leaking profusely. Its flow seems never ending. It tastes a bit flat. Upon the galleon that had run aground, now perched precariously inside a unfortunate building Setsuna slides. A quest prompt appears, sending a fuzz across her screen. <<Escort the booze us...>> It cuts away in a distorted mess but provides the necessary markers. Some even conveying that they lingered beneath her very feet. "Fine" Setsuna spat in a cutting whisper, hovering her hand over her weapon's hilt as she'd pierce into the da

Waiting at the Docks | 243573, LD: 16 -> The brigantine does not dock, and instead tears through the dock, before beaching itself. The dimly lit bog of a town, the brand new floor was a reflection of another much lower. Bits of debris float harmlessly in stagnant water, offering a bit of earthiness to the mildew funk. A small barge toward the far end of town, the other players would ride. Setsuna hops from roof to roof in the manner to which she was accustomed. Scouring the local, trying to get a sense of what new dangers could be lingering just out of sight. The town was empty, not a

10/26/24 Rolled -> 9/22/21 198884, T4/Perfect/Light Armor + 1 Demonic Shard = 198884, T4/Demonic/Light Armor Name: Galtean Royal Attire - Father Profession: Tailor Rank: 10 Roll ID: 198884 Roll Result: CD: 11+1/LD:20 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Mitigation 2, R

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed Springing out of nowhere, a breeze of cold would wash over the sand. A singular cyan line burns through the air in a rapid response. The array of tiny crabs flung through the air in an exceedingly overkill display. The things drift limply as the girl slides her weapon closed, seeing them split in half like a bit of construction paper that had just fought to the death with a pair of scissors. They flop to the sand with tiny thuds before each half starts with its system supplied chain of tiny pops. Pieces of stardust immediately are tossed about lik

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} The girl twists herself and manages to climb back up from her compromised posture, having narrowly avoided a much nastier fall. Her legs slide forward offering her the needed momentum to vault to another branch hanging lower. Once she looks toward the beach, it would seem that the crab was already dispatched. Efficiency still proving ever Firm Anima's strong suit, that much was certain. A glance down would see her maintain her watchful inspection of the area, her vision hard locked to the odd one out in the form of their ever persistently difficult

Carefully the girl would size up her competition from her roost, that seemed to bust out of the sand without any warning or option to see it coming. Here she thought that their opposition would likely poke in from the tree lines, it was a little unorthodox for a foe to come from below save Terra Firma or the sand shark. Moreover given the creatures stature the question as to how it logically fit so easily into the rather short beach was even more alien, a fact which causes Setsuna to pause. Every day the game grew stranger, and seemed to toss logic out the metaphorical window. An adjust of her

Starting Stealth: 233133 | LD: 9 + 6 = 15 (Success) A shadow in the tree line, not knowing still how to rationalize their insistent agreement of this woman. She'd given them the slip at least more then twice and that was just when she started to track her. Silently she wondered if the others were having the same issue with their skills being unable to peg her down effectively. They worked sure, yet she seemed to bounce around like a pinball. Floor 1, Floor 25 and back in seconds. Why she was teleporting around so much still remained an enigma, and even moreover the few glances they've see

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed That soup climbs back to a solid shape, transforming into a humanoid form as a writhing mass that grows like a geyser. Its struck down with a brutally struck strand of cyan that suddenly scatters through that bulbous mass, sending a powdered spray of frozen droplets without warning. It would look like a jarring detonation, as the girl isn't even visible until far past her target. She'd puff into existence, a sharp exhale and an inhale through her nose. She was clearly wavering in stamina and yet her tenacity was still adamantly resolute. This woul

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} A sporadic and frenetic cyan blue line darts around the room like a ricocheting bullet, cutting clean through her opposition in a violent slice. The slime king starts to phase shift, its body growing cold and opaque as the strike had left some permafrost beneath its skin. A crawling cancer as it spreads from the lime green torso, echoing out from the point of impact and slowly transitioning the thing into a solid statue of black ice. As Setsuna stops, her weapon is twisted and returned to its sheath with a meticulous slide. Clicking shut the statue

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