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

That thickened ball of flame began to linger just above the glowing sea of dust, about to find itself submerged in its expanse. Eyes lock to Alkor watching wistfully as he spins a pipe in his clutches, clearly taking in his words. It was rather strange how the two had so obvious a difference in opinion and yet both found the ground to discuss. "There isn't a good answer." the girl remarked in a low monotone, that fell from her lips like an afterthought. "I know that I am broken. I cannot picture myself outside of this." Admitting it more to herself then for Alkor's benefit. "For year

As her attentions lingered on the sun, basked in that burning glow in silence. Allowing Alkor the ground to speak. After all she was fair. Wisps of smoke emanating from the phoenix's pipe listing limply through the air around them both, being carried by the odd wind as it would pass by. "Your absolutely right. For all but one thing." Words hang limply off her lips as they played out, weak and quiet in their delivery. Spoken as if to not disturb some lingering thing that lay out in this wasteland, or perhaps as she did not feel the need to speak loudly. "There is only life and death. I am decid

A sharpness to her tone, as she slinked into herself. "Everything I had, everything I knew." The faintest pain on her tone, as if her heart was bleeding. "You know how hard it is to rebuild from nothing, in a world you know nothing about. Its overwhelming, consuming. It's easy to say, that I can just start over and forget. But it haunts me, I cannot sleep, I cannot eat. And this game wont even let me die." Embracing her arms, feeling warmth that burned and ached. As it would turn out, emotional scars could be much deeper then any physical one. Turning to Alkor with a glare, clenching her

Finding some comfort in a hand placed upon her head, although it was nearly scalding. Survival had done her wonders as to wielding skadi, but it had also robbed her of all heat and cast her pale white. "I was late the only time it mattered. I was naive, hopeful. Before Aincrad I was blind." The retelling stung hotter then any knife or blade, like a razor across her throat. A knot the size of an apple. A story not spoken but lived, where few knew it. "The three charged with introducing me to this game, as a way for me to experience what it is like to see. They were brutally murdered outside of

Dragging the small oiled bit of cotton down the length of the blade, as it threatened to freeze but couldn't. A permafrost film following it instead, giving the metal a look like breath on a window. The girl glanced over, a pair of striking cyan blue eyes that were in direct contrast to the orange hued backdrop. "Such a curious place for laughter, and yet it suits you." Setsuna remarked with that same signature tone, chilled and aloof. "It is quite the jail cell, and some would be lead to believe it paradise. So foolish and frivolous, the small birds in cages that try to tap and cope with thei

Taking her place on a bit of what was once a ceiling, now nothing more then a crumbled slab of stone. Using her hand to press a skirt like slant flat as she folds her legs and offers a blade to her lap. Sliding it from its sheathe and revealing a parade of white mist like dry ice that collects beneath her. The girl removes a small box, long and thin and lifts the lid. Inside a bottle of oil, a few rags of different textures and a slab of stone affixed to a block. A metallic click as she twists the handle, one eye shut as she scans the katana's edge. "Normal people don't belong here. This