Setsuna

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,

1/25/22 Materials Sent: 8/23/21 Name: Ryuusou ID: 198287 Roll: CD:12+1/LD: 2 Enhancements: EVA 3 Tier: 1 Description: A short sleeved green tabbard with golden embroidery on the edges and center, covering plain grey loose fitting pants tucked into the knee high leather boots. The tabbard comes with a full leather arm guard fitted to the right arm, that leaves no skin visible, and a leather fingerless glove that ends at the elbow on the left. Adorned with three linking plates of leather held to the sides of the hips by interlinking leather straps. A large brown cape is atta

A callous remark, from someone who was walking right out in plain view. The mobs agreed with her, that he was basically a beacon for trouble. "What I am supposed to, I get around with much less attention." Instead of the walking dinner bell, telling everything within earshot to 'Eat me' with his actions. Soft pattering tabi dig into the dust, a sonar like pulse echoes out from her seeking other hostiles within proximity. "You would be wrong, quite a number of players frequent these grounds when night falls." A twist of her face, still adorned in that covering, you can faintly make out her

A whistle on the wind, one that would seem familiar to those that had braved a dark winter night. Flames danced and weapons raised, catching a bit of lingering ash on that chill. It joins and is dismembered by it, in a muddied mixture of kindling and sparks, an apparition of white evoked within it. A melding of temperatures, a bleeding of difference and yet shared intentions. The click of a scabbard as it turned, clutched in a pale ivory hand. A harsh grinding in an explosive pull. It slowly drags on the top of a saya, as the light in the air fades. Clicking shut, the girl looks back at t

Narrative Damage: x11 {30+16+5+4} = 605 to 4 targets, Then a Vanish "Tch." The girl remarks with a sudden flare of blue on her iris, and the light patter of footfalls find her move in for the kill. A single gleaming blade scatters across the field in a blinding blue line, revealing for a brief instant the silver haired girl made woman. "Okami..." A murmur through a purple cloth covering shielding the lower half of her face from view. From the sky above her, like a homing missile, a tiny little bird screams right into the dirt. It connects hard, before tendrils of ice spray out like roots

ID:203033 | Battle:10, Craft:8, Loot:18+6=24 (Stealth Rating) An eerie white fog crept slowly over the shambling decay, a ghost that could easily be counted among the number of those native on the floor. A single set of piercing cyan blue eyes watch carefully, cautiously from the dark as that bitter cold crawls out in rolling snow like mist. "Male and a canine." Moving in closer for a callous, almost surgical inspection, staying just beyond the peripheral and like a shadow for the kill. Beneath the stones where she held out of sight, getting closer, weighing Koga as a potential opponent.

"I do not believe you're ready to accompany on such a thing. Starting small is much more preferred. Hit me..." Setsuna remarks toward the blonde tank, without warning. A proof of concept, for if the tank was willing to see how far this rabbit hole would go. She would need to be prepared for anything, which included the possibility that her opponents would use her appearance against them. It wouldn't be the first and certainly wouldn't be the last. Once the blonde would hesitate, Setsuna moves for the warp pad. "I will show you my world, but you will not partake until you will not be a hindranc

A somber click of her heels, ever so faint in their delivery. "Again, do not dismiss action from words. Easy to say, but hard to do. I will not discourage you from assuming your death inevitable and yet, until that moment, it is nothing more than a boast. Every choice we in O&I make is nigh impossible, but we must make it, and we don't have time to weigh it. That is where Freyd comes in, his decision-making is as flawless as it is calculated. But to some it would seem gruesome." This is more than she'd ever spoken, curious that. Down the rocky path and into where it began to widen bac

"The truth is, orange players are brash imbeciles and have little to no ability to think. But, like animals, they cling to the smell of blood. Trapping them comes as simply as convincing them they can win, bait works well." Setsuna remarks as she starts to take shape off to Eruda's far left, that misdirection working well enough that the blonde tank had misappropriated where she actually was. "Raidou is making you stronger, at a much greater pace than any sole player could ever fathom. It's smart, and the O&I acknowledges it as useful. Freyd and I have our own separate world we work in, it

ID:203007 | Battle:2, Craft:9, Loot:10+6=16 (Stealth Rating) A violent tear from the slightest glimmer on the blonde tank's flank, sees it shred through her digital skin like paper. Flames trigger and scorch Setsuna as she passes through, flickering and blinking into view for but a brief instant. A small tidbit of damage returned, the large drop of the 'shields' health bar immediately concludes the duel. Still shapeless, a disembodied voice bouncing on her peripheral just outside where she could be perceived as if the mist itself was speaking. "One more swing and I could kill you, and you

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Watching on as some weirdo spoke to a mannequin, assuming that within the darkened chamber, the first silhouette he saw must have been the shopkeeper. Something about the remote location always brought in weirdos. A simple peel of twine and a long slender slice down a length of fabric cleaves off two long strips. Tapering the edges and removing what little strings frayed, Setsuna bounds into the rafters above. "Idiot." she murmurs beneath her breath, pulling snug a strand of rope around a bundled parcel before dropping it on the patron's head. He got what he paid for, although the wooden puppe

ID:202987 | Battle:7, Craft:6, Loot:16 [Initiative/First Strike] A simple duel request, a first hit decree fires off that adorns Eruda's HUD. "Are you? A foolishness lingers behind the world that has been placed in front of you. You haven't the slightest idea what it really is, allow me to show you." A bitter chill washes along the stone beneath both parties feet as her blade begins to slowly draw out. It glimmers blue as what little light played upon that polished steel. Setsuna begins to become shapeless and formless, melding with the vapors produced. ID:202986 | Battle:1, Craft:6,

An instant reflex as Eruda removes that blindfold, a snap of her hand across the girl's wrist. That slip of cloth slides free to reveal a pair of effervescent cyan blue eyes. Setsuna did not like it when someone touched her without warning, if at all. "Wrong, I have everything to prove." Releasing the vice-like grip, as it would burn like ice on the flesh. As well as the heat in Setsuna's palm threatened to melt her. "My soul is no longer important, my life is forfeit. I don't have time for petty games, for this..." she gestures out against the crystalline structures blooming from the walls. "