Setsuna

Hyperactive Fades, Charge Refreshed! Setsuna looks to their foes, Griswold lording over one while another was slowly turning to dust. The job was done, and she'd not expend any more than she needed to. The hand floating above the handle of her sword moves away, as she reaches for the mask over her mouth. Pulling it down and breathing deeply, her sputtering and turbulent pounding in her chest starts to level out. There was still more to do, and she couldn't afford to burn all the oil she had. "This is over." Setsuna quips as her hand falls to her side, analyzing the field and choosing not

Hyperactive Duration [2/3], Charge CD [2/3] The biting toward Kasumi is rewarded by a horizontal arc of cyan, that immediately sees the target become a statue in ice. It's health takes a large dip, as through that newly formed glass, Setsuna is revealed in a puff of smoke. "That will hold it. Kill it before it escapes." Setsuna remarks to the rest of her party, sliding her katana away and taking a scan of the other foes that were still able to move about. Those would be her focus, while this other was frozen in time. The harshest among them was removed from the fight completely, and wasn'

Hyperactive Duration [1/3], Charge CD [1/3] Breaking the attention to Simmone, who had overstepped the girl's boundaries. Skill or not, it wasn't something she enjoyed. Winding back and ripping clean that blade, sees a violent line and a bit of its flesh begin to unfurl. Totally gruesome, totally bloodthirsty. Ugzeke couldn't even defend itself, now it was as if he was placed on a chopping block being carved apart. To some, it may have been capable of making them uneasy, but it didn't bother Setsuna in the slightest. More fuel spent, a slow inhale through the nose and out through the mout

Charge CD [1/3] Tearing through the slowly cascading beast of a man, a small frame mixed with a bitter chill. A spray of color as she passes through, as if she wasn't solid at all. That line drawn and yet, no damage shown. Not until that weapon clicks completely shut, and without warning, a sudden plummet of the entity's health confirms she had hit. Setsuna was still on overdrive, amped up from the fact she'd been struck earlier. Her temper was still a bit heightened. The girl was spiteful, and it came down to a point when it came to extermination. The massive thing had sustained far too

11/28/21 (Demonic Merge) 164351, T3/Perfect/Handwraps (1 Gleaming Scale, 1 Demonic Fragment, 1 Rising Sun [Narrative]) Truestrike Bindings (T3 Perfect MA weapon - Keen 1, Acc 1, Abs. Acc) Acquisition ID [175430b] | Roll ID: 175701, 175702, 175703 Red cloth wrapping trimmed in black thread. The surface of the cloth is embroidered with intricate and incredibly precise patterns. Result: Slighted Aurora - Soar (T3 Demonic MA weapon | Abs.Acc. | ACC 3) A pair of hand wraps, the material seeming almost translucent. They emanate a soft warmth that will easily keep one's

An hour of passage sees that crate dusted with white frost, before the owner would find it. Raising a heavy hide and revealing it, she pops the lid, finding the contained note. Eyes dance the paper before it crinkles, firing past into the box of rather remote and rare materials. Then her gaze catches on something else entirely that didn't fit in with the others. As she'd pull it out, the girl almost recognized it immediately, as it was something her master didn't leave home without. Holding it close, she would start to smile uncontrollably without the inkling she was doing so. "Thank you,

The burns on her face painted red cuts upon, covering her hands as they slink near her blade. As if someone had struck a match, the girl's iris engulf in energy akin to that of floor 4. The weapon peeks out of its scabbard, revealing a supercharged blade. Billowing fog, mixed with anger that was usually saved for a special kind of foe. Kasumi screams past, her feet clacking as she does. The world twists into a long hallway, everything muffled and condensed. Her feet slide apart, right hand hovering that blade. Some believed, others did not, in the ghost of the tundra. The last thing you'd neve

ID:202326 | Battle:9, Craft:3, Loot:20+6=26 (Stealth Rating) To that call, a single silverish blue line scatters the field like a bullet. It slices in and across that exposed throat made bare from Kasumi's fist. White like smoke trails behind it, struggling to keep up. Standing at the end of that swing made visible as the smog coalesces into a solid shape. Skadi held high, hungering for blood, as the girl lifts the scabbard and starts to sheathe it closed. A soft grinding as the beast seemed trapped at a standstill, calculating its pain. *click* the weapon closed completely, sees a sudden

ID:202318 | Battle:3, Craft:3, Loot:17+6=23 (Stealth Rating) Darting from top to top, keeping a bird's eye view on the guilds tank. There didn't seem to be much in the way of hostilities yet. It was curiously absent, given the few times she'd been on this floor, the entire place was littered with mobs. Over the airwaves, a message directly sent to the group through a party chat. ~All clear, proceed forward. As her eyes leap to Kasumi, and that dork, Celeste. It had taken her by surprise that the woman could even remain quiet. From the few encounters she'd had with the red haired girl, she

The breeze on a midnight air plays through silver hair, it seemed she had dozed off. Her face felt a bit sticky, her eyes burned even still. Reaching toward her head and claiming a bit of cloth around her nose. Pulling it down with an index and thumb, glancing down to the weapon across her lap. "If I allow you to do anything, I am afraid there will be nothing left." There was a simple acknowledgement mixed with denial. How could this thing be so sure? But the idea clung on the forefront of her thoughts, albeit skeptical. "How did you invade my dreams, what right do you have to make demands of

A voice and once it hits the cold sets in deeper. Within her head, she reaches out and the words ring between her ears. "Leave me be, I belong here." Bones ached in this darkness, this prison of ice that would allow her no movement. It was her choice to be here, she had no reason to resist. She didn't own the right. Not until she had fulfilled her promise, not until she made that mistake rectified. The cold would grow deeper, as temperature dropped across the whole of this nightmare. Horrors played within her confinement, a reflex response simply to her confirmation. That cage grows just

LIfe is always changing, under a different set of stars Footsteps scamper in the streets below. Each one clear to the eardrum, finite and defined. Peaceful through force, as a brilliant moon stuck large in the black above. A night like most others, peering past a screen slightly opaque and covering a girl's face. Silver hair bleeding past the shoulders, and with it a slight glimmer on the air. It slams shut to reveal a single extended digit, pale white in its complexion. Cold, unfeeling as it curled back up. "I miss you..." The words an admittance only to herself, as the greyed out and in

"Hmph." Setsuna snuffs coldly, it would take her probably quite some time to get the stink out of the fibers even as a tailor. Both players glance down to Mina making a ruckus, knowing full well that Demon's Maw was no place for her. "Suppose with the attitude that you are right." That cool gaze falls to Freyd, who was offering to protect this girl. "Not quite grateful that her life was just spared, but the reality likely hasn't sunk in." Immediately, she shifts her gaze away, trying not to allow spite to consume her. Reaching down and grabbing one arm, to lift this still paralyzed albeit

Out of a gateway, light tapping shoes on aged stone. Dark, empty, save a captain. "I haven't the slightest idea, didn't put up much of a fight." Unfeeling, empty, just like the player's surroundings. Out of simply a gesture, Setsuna turns and takes a huff of her clothes. "Really, out of all of them you chose that one." she scoffs, she reeked like sulfur and whatever other sludge that was still smeared within that space. Plugging her nose, her sense of smell was a bit refined by comparison to the next guy. It made it all but pungent and overpowering. "Is she dead, have we failed?" The girl

ID:201842 | Battle:6, Craft:10, Loot:15+6=21 Stealth Rating (Assassin) Corridor set, gate crystal had dropped the girl hook line and sinker. An order given and movements made, where Raidou had given only the initial location her own captain had redirected and placed his own vice about the status quo. As Ameneti would find herself in a barren room completely beside where she once was, filled with clambering creatures that scurried left and right. Another one of Freyd's dungeons cleared and used as such an easy form of bear trap. Scratching, burning the eardrum as eyes dart from left to rig

11/4/21 Total: Gleaming Scales: 2 Demonic Shard: 1

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A hand hovering a blade, watching and waiting for the moment to appear. An entire sea of writhing masses, all sporting the faces of the players that stood with her. A smile forms beneath the cloth covering adorning her lips. Dancing and twisting through that mass hysteria as Lun'rael takes a heavy breath. The emerald green glow in her maw, ripe with intention, to burn all of these spectres down. The one remaining serpentine head begins to exhale, the flames escaping her teeth and tongue. A single puff of white smoke, and a violent tear. "You die here." Setsuna spat as she twists, an unfurled b

Outrage in her solitude, with nothing more than the weather to hear it. Another high pitch whir, as she blindly swings as a form of venting her frustration. It was a problematic prospect, not one she'd ever considered. If an orange player could play the part of human, then it undermined everything she was doing. If they were doing what was right, wouldn't that mean that her own actions were not just. An emboldened glare, surcharged by skills that made her that much more powerful and untamed. "Damned..." she couldn't even palette her anger, unable to find the words to release what was bott

The prick on her finger begins to close, the damage was nothing more than to her pride. Setsuna places the garb she was working on down, as much as she needed to finish it she simply couldn't. Reaching to her attire and grabbing a katana. The girl grabs the doorknob to the small, rickety cabin and twists, revealing the parade of snow that breaches the barrier as soon as it's opened. *crunch, crunch, crunch* the snow gives way to small footprints. Under a gray sky, she reaches for the handle and tears it free. Anger released. "Why did I even bother." Setsuna snaps with a snide remark, ripp

Dancing flame, on the side of a dimly lit interior. From a candle no less, painting a shadow from the girl on its surface with rapid movement. The slipping of a needle through fabric, and pulling the string tight. Thoughts bouncing around in her head with every tug. She stops, and inspects her finger. A small red pinhole at the tip, showing the bits at which was made up of. "Damn you." Setsuna remarks, but she wasn't referring to that fair needle, no. Something was causing her hesitation, to question more than she had ever. A crash of lightning racks her eardrums, as she looks to her immediate

The training was obvious, a simple shake of her head that mirrored the other assassin that fought alongside her. Similar in build, in attire and in motive. Setsuna nods to Freyd, that icy cold stare still burning bright over the cloth covering adorning her mouth. She slides the katana back into the sash around her hip, her eyes finding Mina but no words escape her. That gaze seemed almost threatening, and for a moment she contemplated speaking. But, there were other matters to attend. The frigid end would not waste time on chastising a player that clearly did not understand the gravity of what

"Understood" spoken in a cold and unfeeling bit of spite, twisted with an almost blood thirsty tone and shared in unison with Kasumi as Freyd's duplicates began to close in around such prey. Her attentions shift to Kasumi and for but a brief instant their eyes meet. Setsuna's feet slide apart, a billowing fog building as her thumb extends and peels free just an inch of that rimesworn blade. Kasumi begins the diversion, deliberately buying the opening the girl so desperately sought. The clap was the trigger, and once it is met, the Frigid End draws with a lunge. The girl disappears in that spee

Followed in suit to the sounds of shattering armor, a sudden chill down one's spine from a reaper in the dark. The mist's breath in a trail as they crawl along the ground. Kasumi had made the first blow, sending a creature of the dark assail. But it paled in comparison to the matched might, a well oiled machine just waiting for a conductor to wave a wand. A darting blue line, finds purchase on the peach colored skin of a flying foe. At first it doesn't appear to connect at all, but the raised blade bleeding dry ice begins to slide into an awaiting sheathe. It clatters shut, a soft click and as

The girl was following the same simple motivation. Kill or be killed, destroy anything that she deemed a problem. A sudden violent tear of cyan that began without origin before it connects, showing just for a brief flash behind her opponent with blade held high. A parade of fog escaping that edge and oozing outward below her feet. It chilled her skin, and with it a sense of her Aincrad given home along with it. Matched with a strange bloodthirsty filled serenity, an intense focus to maim or obliterate. Setsuna spins to face her own cut, as the katana finds its way closed. She vaults back and t