Setsuna

6/20/21

Moved to Guild Vault

6/20/21

Materials Sent: 10/6/20

Moved to Guild Vault

Skill(s) Being Dropped: 1HCS R1
SP Incurred Towards Limit: 4
SP Refunded: 4
Cost: 4000 (Sent via Simmone)

Disguise CD [1/3]

Another predatory glare as she disperses like fog, disappearing like vapor though the incoming blow. It was as if she wasn't solid. It would be painfully clear that the girl wasn't playing around. "Stop fiddling, stop allowing your fury to control you. Maketa, Again." The phrase came off like a demand. Setsuna wanted her to succeed but wasn't so sure this girl could do it. She may not be cut out for what the ghost of floor 4 was trying to impart. The silver haired girl wasn't quite one to be polite, didn't have it in her. Sena attempts to escape that same blunted edge but finds it again. The floating prompt shows that once again the duel was over, Sena had failed to hit her again. Wasn't fast enough to make contact. A slow slide of that broken steel away, as she kneels low and eyes and sizes the brunette with another fired duel request.

She'd make a weapon, or break it.

195388, BD:6+3-2=7, Hit! vs. Sera using Basic Attack dealing 3-8=1 DMG, [First Hit Duel Won]

A soft patter of her feet in tow the the others, dwelling on the few stragglers that were more then likely going to return to their little destroyed nest. Like rats in a cellar, they'd die the same. Setsuna was content with such a simple focus, and although her shape may have changed in this jump forward. Her motives and mindset had not. Into the ripe walls of the Town of Beginnings, still abustle with the common fare. The players who saught shelter from the rest of the hardships of the game. Trapped here for what they assumed eternity, unknowing to the few that broke a path through that soft tan stone that would be burning down the walls of their little confinement. A word not spoken to any, the circles of their division and the guild as a whole would be left in obscurity.

A lunge toward the perch that she found more comfortable, waiting for when her captain to make the next choice. For who would live, and who would die. She just needed the direction.

Custom Sword Art:
Execution [x20] (18 Energy) - An attack so great but so reckless that armor is almost meaningless, as the weapon becomes nothing more then an extension of the users body. A razor at high speed, anything that it passes through is cut clean, falling to two pieces after a moment of pause. The sheer force racks the body and rends the soul, pumping everything the user has into but a single swing.
Cooldown: 4 Turns

Notes: Odin's wrath used as base, AoE tag removed for additional x2 to the attack.

05/22/21 (From Here) Using 190575 from Here

 Item:

Spend 3 demonic Shards to upgrade to Demonic:

The message follows back to source, Setsuna was still coming to terms with her change in appearance. The harrowing experience left her unscathed for all but this physical alteration. The storm had hoped to crush her spirit, fracture her mind. But the faces of those children did the opposite, all it had managed to do.

Is make her more determined.

Her fingers hesitated before tapping the acceptance of it being blown through the airwaves, seeking out the culprit. Within mere moments Freyd graces the building and sets down the gear upon what needed a look over. A few obtuse spools of thread, that glow ever so softly in the dim candle like light of her shop. A dark material, one that she was all too familiar with. Personally she called it Ebonweave, but Shadowweave was another name it went by. A curious thing that was cold to the touch and lapped up the light around it, remaining like pitch in all but direct sunlight. Between them, was silence. The goal was always the first objective, everything else could wait.

Peeling the first piece from the counter, having never worked on a finished piece before save one. Drawing silver edged sheers down its length sees a section removed, the glimmered blade glistening in the orange glow that surrounded them both. The sliding and gliding offers slight squeals of the fabrics as they are moved and cut, before the first of the glimmering silver twine that Freyd provides starts to see use. Offering the end through an eyelight and pulling it tight with her teeth into a knot.

A pulse of light as it pierces the first bit and into the second, and as deft, experienced hands punch that needle down its length she begins to echo with its same hue like fog. Each completed loop sees the fabrics meld together, the seam disappearing completely as its folded together like flesh. Rapid peels and pulls of the string, as she worked diligently against the clock to outpace the two becoming one.

The chest piece affixed sees her start to weave her own fabrics from a surrounding bolt, fueling the intention. The spark of insight as she begins to line the armors together, creating a piece that becomes a mixture of both. It is as if the cloth she adds merges with what was already present, bringing quite the interest in the thread that Freyd had brought. She was burning it quite quickly, but there remained some for her to use and it was all but rounding the drain.

On her face, no hesitation. Some may be fickle, worried about failure. This girl was not, and perhaps that was quite the reason her captain chose her for the task. Success or Failure she wouldn't quit. An entire bolt of blackened silk vanished into the armor, gone but not forgotten. As she peeled it up, draped the pieces above to a mannequin and begins to tie the seams together.

Arms, Legs, Soles to boots. A cowl, she weighs it all in her hands before affixing it to the wooden body. Drawing the line and needle through the arm pit sees the line between them simply vanish. So difficult, like a surgeon she had to move quickly and precisely else whatever flaw would be permanent. A final break as the last of that thread is consumed, gone but not forgotten.

A single suit of armor, no seams and no damage. A flash of blue as it lay upon a false frame staring back to them in the low light. A tempered breath, silent and waiting. That blue shifts to an orange, and then escapes. "Demonic." she quips unhinging the thing and folding it up, the very same bit of clothes she'd repaired for Elora. Folding it and offering it forward with a bow. "It is done, my master."

On 4/3/2021 at 11:21 AM, Freyd said:

Item:

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Name: Fallen Angel Garb Profession: Tailor Rank: 10 Roll ID: 190575 Roll Result: CD: 12+1/LD:1 Item Type: Light Armor Tier: 4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Mit 2, Rec 1 Post Link:   Description: Tight-fitting, weatherproof charcoal-colored traveling leathers with a weatherproof coat, designed to be worn by scouts and skirmishers at the forefront of battle.  Carefully crafted shadowweave joints maintain mobility and agility, while concealed pockets and functional design allow for easy access to inventories during battle.  The outfit seems to flit away at the edge of sight, compelling any attempting to behold it to turn away.  The armor includes a charcoal-grey cowl of the softest shadowweave, draped light over the wearer's head and yet stubbornly refusing any effort to dislodge it, save by the person donning the armor. It does not belong wherever it may be, and yet blends in everywhere.

Spend 3 demonic Shards to upgrade to Demonic:

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Name:	Fallen Angel Garb
Profession:	Tailor
Rank:	10
Roll ID:	190575
Roll Result:	CD: 12+1/LD:1
Item Type:	Light Armor
Tier:	4
Quality:	Demonic
Enhancements:	Mit 2, Rec 2
Post Link:
Description:	Tight-fitting, weatherproof charcoal-colored traveling leathers with a weatherproof coat, designed to be worn by scouts and skirmishers at the forefront of battle.  Carefully crafted shadowweave joints maintain mobility and agility, while concealed pockets and functional design allow for easy access to inventories during battle.  The outfit seems to flit away at the edge of sight, compelling any attempting to behold it to turn away.  The armor includes a charcoal-grey cowl of the softest shadowweave, draped light over the wearer's head and yet stubbornly refusing any effort to dislodge it, save by the person donning the armor. It does not belong wherever it may be, and yet blends in everywhere.

 

"Or stupid." Setsuna murmured with a snap as she slid around the male. As he'd start to scarf down his given meal. "The chance of you escaping was slim, your speed is lacking. At least three were on your heels. Unguided, clumsy. But..." She'd usher past with that frost drawing pins and needles across the males ankles. "Demanding, defiant. Resistant. Not something that can be taught but learned. Once your given a weapon, there may be a place for you. Even if it is just as bait." Setsuna wasn't enjoying the numbers, given what he had said there was a few that were not within the compound. That meant that her job was not over, there were more lambs for the slaughter. A stroke of bad luck, if he was to try and leave earlier. They may have all been in one fell swoop, but now they were divided.

They'd know an edge before long, but it was a waste of effort that could be placed elsewhere on another head. A glance to Freyd "He'll work, but he needs training." Her eyes snap to Lium as if there was a threat laced in her eyes. "Are you willing to kill them, are you willing to push yourself to the brink of death?" Expecting like so many before him for his will to break the moment it was challenged. It was no place for the old Kasumi.

A sudden beckon draws her from the trees abruptly, like a wisp manifesting from that same cloud of white. "You were lucky to make it out of this alive." Setsuna quipped coyly with a cold bite to the phrase. Eying Persi as she lunges back into the confines of Freyd's clothing. "I wonder if there are any more rats in that nest, that were off hunting. Imagine their fear...Once they realize everyone is dead." Her eyes trail off to the distance toward the compound that Lium was freed from. "A suggestion, get to a safe zone. They are going to blame you if they know your alive." Setsuna looks to the new face, offering a warning toward him.

Bloomed and a shift sees her frustrated, a few lumps of fat that were not their previously causing some irritation as her center of gravity had shifted. It was making her slower, although still blinding she could feel the pacing slowed. She'd need more training, to become accustom to the blackened rains effect it had on her. "Isn't Sam under our division now?" Setsuna spoke the question as her eyes trailed the horizon in that ever vigilant fashion, recalling the redistribution but wasn't one to handle affairs with her directly. That was Freyd's command, all of the strings played on his fingertips. She was just the blade at the end of one. 

Ripping the katana with a harsh jerk, a snap sees the howling from a foe stopped. No more screams, fear cut short after it was used to full effect. The last remaining turns to vapor, a thick smoke still holding the field. They were pathetic, ineffectual and unfocused. A standard. Those that would skin another hardly had much direction, or much intelligence. Like carving through a large animal, they were nothing beneath her edge. A slight drag of the blade before she whips it up and slowly slides it back into the saya, a metallic clank. A lift of her hand sees a frozen bird descend with force and perch upon her finger, a sharp beak fiddling with constructed ice that was its wing.

"Did any escape?" she murmurs to it, as it flutters open wings seeing small bits of frost fall in flakes. A solid jerk of its head, a charade of 'No' to its master. "Then we are done." She quips as she slams her hand through the ice creatures form and plucks free the red light in its chest. Back into the vial, as the fog begins to thin out. The copy's stepping from the brush and beginning to melt away as they approached, becoming pools of water that are lapped up by the grass below. So quickly more names were added to that wall, slaughter that came easily. A slide of her finger as she lunges into the darkened trees of the night.

A rolling head bursts into shards of data. Screaming, in the mass hysteria. "What the fuck is goi-" The sentence cut short, as the player who was speaking it clutches for his throat. A windpipe frozen solid as the frost began to grow and collect more and more space on his skin. Like a statue, a solid block of ice. Brandished blades, quick glances around trying to find the culprit. The monster, or enemy that was doing it. A thick white fog over the field, as they searched through the writhing mass for some semblance, stinking of fear.

The only thing that they could find was a single darting cyan line with a metallic tear that struggled to keep pace. Pieces, parts. Limbs. Distraught a brunette male, heavy armor and stature to boot screams toward the others. "Stick close together, it cannot take us all." A sudden mass of white sees a twist, and within it a girl appears as if it was her body. She plants an open hand against a helmet before displacing in a jerk through him. The armor shatters, before a blade slides through his spine. Rushing to his aid was a female with bright red locks, finding an edge in a shower of light. "Tonight you'll dine in hell." Shows a pair of dilated pupils atop a mask of blue on a whisper, fueled by that ice like glow. The woman recoils, her arm falls to the floor and she shrieks in horror at the digital stump. As the phantom ceases to exist.

A flicker of bitter chill like the breeze on a cold winter night, a black frost cascading along the floor as Freyd had stolen the woman's appearance. One of many that would find an early grave. Tracing his features of a plump chested woman, marking him as the only that would escape the surgical culling that was about to befall the others. The whisper was in position, ready and taking his footing. He'd play the part of grinder, now all that was left was to herd the cattle into the butchery. A lift of her mask over the bottom half of her face sees her name and cursor erased from view.

Tapping the small glass jar after uncorking it sees that red globule of light fall from it. A twist of her eyes see it take shape, and move to the stars. Vision from above, something that they could hardly decipher at a range. Drawing her blade sees ice solidify and begin to take her shape. A flair of cyan on her iris, and they take to color and become replica of the woman. Her new appearance, her new "age" since the reset being still hard to pluck out. But her speech, her demeaner was not. Clicking the steel back shut sees her and the three vanish, a white fog that disperses like smoke. Out for blood, the stage had been set. From the rough lay in wait wolves, ready to prey on its own kind.

There would be no forgiveness.

Setsuna | HP: 700/700 | EN: 88/88 | DMG: 23 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 1 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 8

4/26/21

190937, T4//Cloth Armor
190938
190939
190940
190941
190942
190944, T4//Light Armor
190945
190946
190947, T4//Handwraps
190948, T3/
190949
190950

Weaving together the bits of metallic looking twine through that blackened clothes, the cowl she found so familiar.

PH

4/25/21

190571, T4/Perfect/Cloth Armor -> Demonic

190573, T4/Perfect/Cloth Armor
190574, T4/Perfect/Cloth Armor
190575, T4/Perfect/Light Armor

190569, T4/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
190570, T4/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
190576, T4/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
190577, T4/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
190578, T4/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
190580, T4/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
190582, T4/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

House Name: Frozen Tapestry (Attachment) [Recent Change Here]
Location: Floor 4 - Hidden in the trees, where the morning frost creates a fog
Description: The shop was mostly barren, the girl used the space provided to furnish the place using her skills to find it comfortable enough to sleep in. Given the lack of claims staked on this floor expansion of the building was trivial.
Plot Size: Two Story Home
Room(s): [Sewing Room (Ext)][Basic Kitchen][Attic {Storage}][Master Bedroom][Master Bathroom][Dining Room][Storage Closet][Basement][Living Room][Guest Room (Potted Tanabata)]
Yard(s): [Mega Slime Farm][Ornate Fishing Pond]
Alterations: Attic {Room: Hiding} -> Attic {Storage}, Fish Pond Added, Fishing Pond-> Ornate Fishing Pond
Total Cost: [Attic {Room: Hiding}] Liquidation: -7500, +10000 [Fishing Pond], +15000 [Ornate Fishing Pond], +10000 [Attic: Storage]= 27500 Col

Current Level: 51
Current SP: 216
SP Tracking:

Item Upgrades:

Being suddenly ripped into a hug, Setsuna couldn't help but feel her skin crawl. The other was so unbelievably hot, it almost burned and was causing her to melt. Reluctant in a strange mixture of not wanting to be here and strangely wanting to stay, unsure what any of it meant. A sharp cough as Kasumi releases her, she slides free and looks to Kasumi who appeared so damn earnest. "I do what I must, Kasumi. And I have a hard time believing that after I've seen you fight. Actually fight. Your actually better than me." her attentions shift, becoming a bit flustered at the compliment she had just paid the girl. She had such little practice, never one to pay such a thing to another. What was left was two players deliberately avoiding eye contact in an NPC's shop that they no longer needed to be in. Weird times all around.

A soft hand on Kasumi's peach colored shoulder, to temper that uncomfortable feeling on her chest. "I know you will, and there is nothing to be sorry about. That in itself is a weakness. Force it behind you, no matter the difficulty." Setsuna couldn't help but share this moment with the girl with a rather small grin of her own. She was reaching out and slowly forming a bond with them all, at Freyd's behest to try and see things from another perspective. Her mind was becoming more open slowly with time. It was why Kasumi and her even shared what they did as of recent. In a few ways Setsuna was the girls rock, helping her through the very things that Freyd had tried to impart to her. Kasumi was still confused and racked with regret. But in time it would become less of an issue for her to deal with it.

A slide of her blade away, as Hidden would begin to beat a trail from this place. The lingering fog continued to obscure the night sky, and with it came the same obscurity on Setsuna's motives. What the woman had said stuck with her, but she was unconvinced. She was charged with following her actions, and seeing to it that whoever opponent was after her life would pay dearly. Setsuna was aware of the little agreement between her and Raidou, albeit loosely. But without Hidden being aware that very agreement went two ways. Her masters had charged her with this, but both for different reasons. It made her choice easy.

Perhaps an orange cursor didn't define a monster, but monsters were usually wearing such a thing. It was an easy definition to follow, let god sort out the rest. A leap toward the surrounding treeline sees her into the branches. Sliding down and keeping her perch. A menu opened and a message triggered: Hidden is on the move, there was some girl she had to free. The target is on the move as well, he should be headed your way. He escaped us, but he is weakened. I sure hope you know what your doing.

A scoff as Kasumi bows to the NPC as he gives her the reward, shaking her head no as she knew full well that the reward was going to be straight up useless to her. "Why you show such curtesy for garbage is beyond me." Setsuna quips as the girl begins to unfold. The answer to her prior question shows that she got what Setsuna was trying to convey. "I sure hope so, that hesitation puts everyone including you at risk. Bury it, stop allowing it to take hold on you." Setsuna drops the words in a murmur that came across cold and unfeeling. It was her truth. Each time that the girl would falter would mean an opportunity lost to finish a conflict, or at worse allow an attack that should have been to follow through. Killing them quickly is the easiest way for safety, and it was not as though these things felt anything as a result.

"Do you?" Setsuna offered with a sharp recoil, she could smell the weakness on Kasumi like perfume. "Let it go." She spoke with the words broken up with time between. They both head to the shop keeper, as Kasumi turns in and waits for her light armor to be finished. There was awkward silence between them, there was still an obvious disjointed rift between them. Difference in perspectives, but Setsuna had begun to see value in that. All due to Freyd and their little discussion that they had shared. It was easy to get along and see eye to eye with like minded individuals, but the ones that challenge you and make you think were often times more valuable. More course correcting then any other. That was what Kasumi was to her, and the more time that they shared the more that they would be able to wear a different pair of shoes. 

A twist of her head in a snap, an intense glare strapped to her eyes to an icy blue trail. "If there is anyone that can, it would be my master. Do not choose what you believe over what is real. Assume not that there is anything wrong until proven, and do not mettle in his affairs." A spin on her heel, the venom spat. "Please do, and should you become a nuisance and attempt to slow my master down I will deal with you." It was very clear that Setsuna was not enthused by the fact that Freya intended to pry. A lift of her mask onto her mouth, sees the girl disappear in a blink of cold smoke that freezes the water below where she stood. She didn't want to believe that anything was wrong with Freyd, and Freya would have an extraordinarily hard time convincing her otherwise.

Quest Complete:
Freya
5*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 3 Quest Reward)
Freyd
2*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus)
1*Serpent's Tongue
200*Col (200 Thread Closure)
Setsuna
5*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 3 Quest Reward)
Shiina
5*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 3 Quest Reward)
Simmone (Guild Treasurer)
3*Serpent's Tongue
200*Col (200 Thread Closure)

A follow of the energy released, it was unfocused and rampant. She offers a firm no to Shiina's inquiry before turning to find that Freyd was gone. Her master wasn't usually one to exit before a routine was through, and her eyes narrow into that pool, as if it held some meaning. "You needn't worry, My master is not one for fickle weakness. Whatever ails him will be overcome." spoken from the silver haired girl, but she was unconvinced. It was an attempt to fool herself out of the concern. The girl had chosen to trust his instincts, for if there was something amiss. She had to trust that he was able to conquer them. A share of aspects that neither wished to express or have others intervene in, she'd not pry into his affairs now. Respect did not allow that, for her to dig into it and chase after him. She'd wait for that next alert to which the whisper would beckon her aid, nothing more. No matter how much she was worried.

"As long as your serious." Setsuna quips rather quickly toward Sam, she wasn't one for games. If the girl was sure that she wanted to be put under the same stress that her and Kasumi were now doing on the regular then Setsuna would oblige her request. A spin of her scabbard back into the dock on her hip, sliding it between the folds of the sash around her waist. They were all but finished with this quest. "On to the next then." She offers to the group that seemed fully fit to make more rounds. As a member of O&I Sam had to get used to the kind of drive that this division in specifically had. There were things to do, motives to inspect and a cutthroat expectation of precision. If she was really serious about being a member of such a division then it was time to introduce the girl into her and Freyd's world.

Quest Complete:
Sam
7*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 5 Quest Reward)
Setsuna
7*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 5 Quest Reward)
Kasumi
7*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 5 Quest Reward)
Griswold
7*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 5 Quest Reward)
Simmone (Guild Treasurer)
1*Rhino's Horn
20400*Col (400 Thread Closure, 4*5000=20000 Quest Reward)