Setsuna

Given to Hinatao:

4/6/20

Given to Amisa Here

Given to Simmone to Salvage

From Here:

139894, T1/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
139898, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
139899, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
139900, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

Given to Simmone:

2*T1 Materials

4/6/20

139897, T1/Perfect/Light Armor

139894, T1/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
139898, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
139899, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
139900, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

Items intended to junk given to Simmone Here

4/5/20

Given to Hinatao Here

A drop of the risen blade downward as a soft current threw fresh powder between them, and with it taking the small girl's silver hair to her right with the breeze. Flipping her menu open and weighing her options, she knew she was outmatched looking over Cordelia's more outlandish appearance and if she hoped to stand a chance it would have to be a first hit duel.

"First Hit then..." Setsuna exclaimed with a cold agreement, eager to see what Cordelia would do fully intrigued by what she may soak up and broaden her insights further. Setsuna got the sense that the woman she'd met would not hold back or take it easy on her, a fact she was glad and exuberant for. She needed unbridled combat if she hoped to progress and deepen her capabilities, and this would not happen if her teacher was too empathetic and concealed more lethal techniques. 

Given to Simmone to Salvage:

From Here:

138777, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138778, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138779, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138780, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138781, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138782, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138783, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

3/26/20

138777, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138778, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138779, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138780, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138781, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138782, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138783, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

Items intended to junk given to Simmone Here

From the canopy from the concealment they provided was a familiar face, one of the girl who had been on an earning a living prior.

"Relax, it's just me." 

With these words, Setsuna did in fact just that with her tensity in the heat of the moment subsiding she started the cadence of strokes once more. "It does not matter, This place is convenient for I have a store here." Setsuna replied although Cordelia was correct, the girl was exhausted but the cold felt numbing enough to distract her from such weakness the very same she despised. With a pause in her training, Setsuna turned to face Cordelia, interested in her presence here as well, before the words flowed from the silver-haired girl's tongue. These very words Setsuna enjoyed their meaning, and with a decree that followed the notion prior, Setsuna gladly accepted her tutelage eager to consume all forms to broaden her abilities as quickly as possible.

"Yes..."

Setsuna paused clearing her hair from her face that had found itself blinding the girl from the consistent force exercised, in subtle preparation for what was to transpire. A pop of her joints as the cold found its way out of the pockets of cartilage they had taken place in.

"What would you have me do?"

A break of snow underfoot as Setsuna doesn't quite catch the girl trailing around her in proximity but does pick up the sounds of the steps as they compress the freshly laid powder. Adjusting the blade in her grip quickly sheathing it with her hand hovered above it in emulation of what she knew. "Show yourself!" Setsuna spat to the treeline, as she was not one for games like these. Her ice-blue eyes jumped around the ring of wooden pillars but it seemed as though the only sound was what she was picking up, whatever had trailed around contained within them lay just out of sight. The girl was not afraid and more still curious about the opposition's ability to elude her.

A few softened steps forward Setsuna did her best to conceal her own location while trying to seek out the potential hostile that was circling her beyond her vision.

It seemed as the party was ready to depart, and Setsuna was eager to finish this as soon as possible. "Lets this moving..." Setsuna hissed as she had more pressing matters upon which to attend, for now, she had a purpose and with it constant training to perform. Raidou took the helm and this foreign party took to his heels, Setsuna kept pace despite her stature. Once outside of the walls, however, she went right for blood in her haste. A dance of light blue played upon her newly forged blade with a slight feeling of excitement boiling in her chest. After all, this was to be the first time she's wielded it since learning to use such a weapon.

Centering herself, her thoughts turn blank before she activates an art "Thousand Cuts - Extinction..."

With this subtle phrase, she vanishes into the foliage the glimmer of her art being the only thing visible. This glimmer creates a blue line from her concealment before it trails away to the pop of her target as if drawing a trail to her next position. The lines draw more rapidly as the only thing that shows her presence is the impact with each bright blue line that kills her targets and the sound of the shake of trees and brush.

Dropping out of the trees, brushing some of the dormant leaves from her shoulder with a clap of her sheath closed on the last swing. In the destruction's wake however, it seemed as though Setsuna erased her targets completely leaving no tusks left for her to claim. "Useless..." Setsuna exclaimed, to the fact that the task was no closer to completion.

Activating: Tsumuji Guruma!

ID# 138651 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical (+1 Base Damage) Dealing 9 Damage vs Boar Pup #1 killing Boar Pup #1!

Rolling for Loot #1: ID# 138653 results: Loot: 2+2=4, Failure

ID# 138654 results: Battle: 8, Hit! Dealing 8 Damage vs. Boar Pup #2 killing Boar Pup #2

Rolling for Loot #2: ID# 138655 results: Loot: 1+2=3, Failure!

ID# 138656 results: Battle: 8, Hit! Dealing 8 Damage vs. Boar Pup #3 killing Boar Pup #3

Rolling for Loot #3: ID# 138657 results: Loot: 2+2=4, Failure!

ID# 138658 results: Battle: 6, Hit! Dealing 8 Damage vs. Boar Pup #4 killing Boar Pup #4

Rolling for Loot #4: ID# 138659 results: Loot: 1+2=3, Failure!

Players                            
Raidou    HP: 620/620    EN: 62/62    DMG: 10,    MITI: 54,    EVA: +3        
Rosary    HP: 80/80    EN: 8/8    DMG: 2,    MITI: 27,    EVA: +2    ACC: +3,    THRN: 9
Setsuna    HP: 220/220    EN: 13/22    DMG: 8,    EVA: +3,    LD: +2        
Kasumi    HP: 220/220    EN: 22/22    DMG: 9,    EVA: +3,    ACC: +3        
                            
Hatred:    Mobs:                        
(0,0,0,0)    Boar Pup #1    HP: -4/5    DMG: 3 (Flat)                
(0,0,0,0)    Boar Pup #2    HP: -3/5    DMG: 3 (Flat)                
(0,0,0,0)    Boar Pup #3    HP: -3/5    DMG: 3 (Flat)                
(0,0,0,0)    Boar Pup #4    HP: -3/5    DMG: 3 (Flat)                

Given to Simmone to Salvage:

From Here:

138602, T3/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138603, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138604, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138605, T3/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138606, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138607, T3/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138608, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

Given to Simmone for safe keeping:

1*T1 Material

200*Col

3/23/20

138602, T3/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138603, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138604, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138605, T3/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138606, T3/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138607, T3/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
138608, T3/Perfect/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

Items intended to junk given to Simmone Here

Sheathing her blade as a notification pops on her HUD, her body still cold from the temperatures of floor 4. A flurry docks the weapon as she ends her training a bit early flipping the message open to read it. "A call back to action, so be it..." Setsuna remarks before leaping into the canopy, spinning herself upright before she dives deeper and burns a trail toward the settlement in the snow. Finding her feet to the warp gate, she yells out "Floor 1 - Town of Beginnings." as she seems to startle some of the occupants of the village with her arrival and sudden outburst.

A familiar vision of the fountain, the tavern and the bustle of a much larger city. Finding her way to Lyle, to Raidou and to this new face. Setsuna however wasn't one to question such things, chooses to take her place by Raidou's side having already given Lyle her parcel prior and was ready to continue.

In the sea of powered white with an echoing word dancing between her ears, Setsuna stands up to her shins in the cold weather that embraced her small figure. Silently with the occasional shift of her weight and exhaled breath breaking the serenity of the encapsulating area. Each movement of the blade she chose to practice with, not the new one forged to be significantly better but the one she claimed with her own success. This one was what she felt helped her gain technique, and although restored with the mud removed from the blade still was rather blunt in comparison. Still, this one proved useful in these moments of development and helped ground her as to keep her head level. She would seek further knowledge, for the experience she could dictate its pace. but time, she could not pass forward fast enough and aimed to get better with no holds barred.

Quest Complete:

Setsuna:

2*SP (Thread Completion, 1 SP Event)

1*SP (Yui's Grace)

200*Col

Life:

2*SP (Thread Completion, 1 SP Event)

1*SP (Yui's Grace)

200*Col

The day burns bright until it turns to an orange, the sunlight that peers through the constant overhanging cloud coverage that begins to turn to red. The vacuum of sound broken to pieces through constant trial and error Setsuna constantly seems to improve through each swing and failure, starting to get the sense of her own capability. What she lacks in power due to her stature she more than readily makes up for in speed and precision. Her form still needs improvement, and for this, it seemed there was no better teacher.

       There was no pity

              There was no compassion, stagger or stumble

She was treated as capable and in throughs of unhindered training, her technique was honed with the passing minutes that turned to hours.

A flurry of her own techniques as she became more familiar with the combat she was being taught through the ordeal, Setsuna vanishes to a fogged mist as [Disguise] takes hold for the first time since she'd acquired it and with it her form becomes ethereal and she displaces in the sea of white.

"Maketa." Setsuna whispers, with the end of her blade, pressed to Kyoshi's back.

"I suppose I can see warrant in that," Setsuna remarked still a bit reticent at stopping, no matter how much she was out of breath. "But even still..." Setsuna continued while pulling one of the threads tight to close the gapping with a quick flurry of the needle, successfully mending the piece. "I should not assume that my assailants would be so forgiving as to let me catch my breath, so I should train as if my enemies will not stop." 

"Meika, Setsuna..." A name is spoken as though a drop in an endless ocean, one she had long forgotten and had not spoken for quite some time now. "I would beg the same, but I do not find it important for now your name is written as Kyoshi." Setsuna declared as it was all she would refer to him as from this point forward. It held gravity from her, a sense of equality let alone superiority was not one she bestowed lightly.

Her grip torn away from her from concussive force from the swordsman who was teaching her, knocking the blade from her grasp into the ivory powder. A ring of his words echoing through the frosted canopy denoting she take a break. "If I must..." Setsuna remarked picking the blade up from where it fell, not wanting to halt her progress despite how her body was aiming to fail her. 

It appeared as though even how young and frail she was, Life did not take it easy on her and for this she was thankful. All to often others take her size for granted and attempt to shield her from harm, the very reason she was now left alone in this world by those who had brought her into it. Her eyes take to the damage she had done to his garb, retracting a small silver needle she keeps pinned in the interior of her scarf. "Ebonweave..." Setsuna remarked, looking at the material before removing some matching thread, looping it through the eyelet and taking to repairing the damage she had wrought in this moment of respite.

With the exhaustion setting in it was becoming clear that Life's skill with the weapon was vastly superior, one that Setsuna wished to claim for her own. Without pause or hesitance, as her body began to lose its strength, her mind kept it driven, with each swing and slice her form was sharpening. Her movements began to reflect the man who had taken an interest in the child, and his lack of pity honing her abilities to mirror experience double her age.

It was progressive hyperactively, each attempted blow seeming to come closer as if to clip the hair from his head. The cold numbed the pain of her deteriorating energy, and the drive kept her joints from seizing up. Each time she is disarmed she clatters back to the blade, each time a blade pressed against her neck she hungers for more knowledge and technique with a soft whisper from her mouth at the end of each "Maketa." from Life "Again"

"I do not care about my own life, it has long passed before now. I am alive because of a promise I made, for no other reason than that. I will not perish without a fight, but I will not sit idly by and watch another fall to such." Setsuna explained a cool tone that little emotion stems within, looking down the blade she'd only held free of its sheath twice as of late. "I can never forgive them, they have taken from me all I hold dear." Setsuna struggles to find a footing on her emotion, a mix of tears and hatred causing a knot in her throat but it doesn't show as she maintains a solid demeanor with a slight hitch in the words being the only thing that shows such.

"I am already a shell, what remains is if this husk should be of use to those who survive me. How many will be saved by the swing of this weapon, is the only thing that drives me forward. Take solace in the fact, that should a dagger find your back my blade will be at theirs. Teach me to use this sword, so I may strike down the betrayers that have forsaken their humanity to save their own skin." Her eyes leaving the edge of the katana to her tutor, hoping he would understand she was more than willing until the breath escaped her lungs. To get better, to get even.

"A weapon is simply the designation to kill, a tool to an end." Setsuna remarks at the principle she saw the katana as. "Those that have stolen everything from me, will find the end of my steel." Setsuna decreed as a flash of her past creeps back from her subconscious like an echo of what she promised. "I will protect my allies and the innocent from what I have experienced, but I will not pretend that it is for anything less than the color above there heads. Creatures who have stolen the soul of another will find no pity in me, I will become the thing they fear most."

Her glare was sharp enough to pierce through stone, her resolve on this fact adamant in its truth. The conversation has helped the girl focus her intentions and with it another try of the blade from its sheath.

With a resounding tear of metal, a katana still caked in the mud from the foot of the falls of the sage, where the creature that chose to take her form met its end at the hands of a monster that the orange player forged so long ago.

"Purpose..." A purpose to draw the sword, Setsuna had a purpose although a gruesome one to be sure. "My purpose is to lay to rest those who have wronged me, both now and in the future." Setsuna phrased with her gaze never faltering as if swearing herself to the phrase.

A pause as the lesson sinks in before she defines the next in order: "Effort...To not lose faith when fate smiles not on my actions. If I am not granted favor than I will take it by force."

Another lull before the decree continues from the small child "Dedication...I will not give up ground when it becomes difficult, should the press of the wind be at my breast then push back I will until my destination is reached."

The last word lay undefined, not given meaning to the girl that was slain those days prior, in the pile of the deceased that still haunts her dreams and nights like a disease.

"Conviction...I will strike down all who oppose me, without remorse or a second thought. Teach me to hunt the wolves, as something viler."

Her face turns from a state of defense, sizing Life up trying to deduce why he was here before the display. Dropping the curved sword in the snow, she retrieves the katana from where it lies and brushing her silver hair around her ear. Collecting her pride into a small box, it was clear she wasn't making progress on her own despite numerous attempts. What was the thing she was missing?

"Effort and Dedication..." the words seem to freeze as they billow out with heated breath that shows visibly in the cold, the principles held little meaning to her.

A turned head with a soft response, Setsuna whispers quiet words to the swordsman that ring true through the silence. This man clearly had the function she was devoid of. Her Ice-blue eyes meet his emerald green with her putting her small hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Teach me..."

A snap of the silence bled to Setsuna's ears, instinctually she darts to her feet. A displacement of the snow scatters about in a flurry as she slides up, accustomed to the area she called home. She looks as though she was to speak, looking Life over in his yukata until her eyes focus on the blade. The handle that sat on his hip was the same but different, the make and form similar.

"I don't understand your sentiment. It is a weapon, why would it not draw like this one." Setsuna speaks with a chilling tone, a mix of spite and intrigue emendates on the words like venom. Drawing her curved sword, her body language shows it not as a hostile action but a form of show and tell as she pulls it free and holds it aloft in front of her.

The Katana lies in the snow, lifted on the surface still visible as her piercing glare fires over the weapon she holds out in front of her as if an offering.