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Nisahime

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  1. *Click* The sound of a pair of fingers snapping finds itself screaming through the serene woods, causing the monkey to leap away with Eruda's ribbon still clutched in both hands. The thing latches to a nearby branch and uses it like a high bar to flip toward another, nestling on an outstretched arm. Quickly rushing up to the girls shoulder, she wanders out like the strangest mix of both that were under assault. "Peanut, you know better." The monkey screeches, at first howling in disagreement. "Give it back, or no shrimp." The thing looks down to the ribbon, and back to her stern glare. A gla
  2. 6/26/25 Paragon Level 50 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, x3 Paragon Tier Up Tickets, Custom Skill**
  3. *slight order adjustment A flick of her wrist as she'd turn toward the water, a flash of white light in her hand as she'd start to walk out into the sea. The water parts and a set of rising stairs seem to move up to greet her, in a very wet dripping cavern entrance. It looked almost like white limestone, covered in moss and seaweed as it drips angrily. Wandering inside, the light in her hand doesn't fade. Within its birth are small creatures that stretched the limits of imagination without even the slightest bit of regret. It would almost seem as though it was created by a person going cr
  4. *Combat Ended, Rhino's Horn and Troll's Blood reset As the crab would fall, so would the sounds of conflict. All that would remain was the gentle whisper of waves nursing themselves back on the shore in a crawl. The woman clad in black and with hair of white, would continue to patrol the beachfront looking for her own task for this escapade. Another road left untraveled for quite some time, and yet she honed in on it so elegantly as if it was just a day ago that she'd visited. The players opposed would instead continue to parade around that beachfront, looking for a string of small burrow
  5. Glancing to the newly formed gaggle of player who were right on time for the fight, she'd start to walk from the waters surface. They had formed this sort of uneasy alliance, always showing up to offer aid despite not really understanding the motives of the places she took them. Even now they continued to oblige without gleaning the big picture. But such was the way, and she found it somewhat endearing. "Ready?" She'd quip toward them as she'd take to her own position, watching them start to spread apart and draw weapons. "Good. Out he comes." And with the word the boss spawns out the same as
  6. *Fixed the forgotten PT tag The simplest of places to which all that would walk upon it would do so ad nauseum. This had to be going into double or triple digits on their number of visits, taking the better part of the last few weeks. Such was the way of a mundane locale being the source of all manner of pathways that led to god knew where. A wrap of her slender fingers around her wrists, turning them before sliding them up her arm and pulling tight those long sleeves. Not really a necessary thing, but there was something very odd driving her to do so. The waves still rushed across that beac
  7. Something shifted, glancing around in the room that she was peeking through. There was nothing abnormal. What the heck was this feeling, it was like she was being blocked from seeing something. This place was always a bit weird ever since they set foot here, it was confusing even to Morrighan which was the oddest thing. She starts to walk from room to room, opening each door before finding two of Firm Anima’s finest just sitting on the ground staring into the dark room. A small shuffle in the distance that was further in the room. Morrighan’s eyes go wide as she runs in, starting to toss stuff
  8. *New Round, New Turn Order Taking a look around, there was no staircase, perhaps in another room. The walls were made of a fine cut red wood, smoothed. Morrighan's hand touches the wall with curiosity racing through her brain. This place seemed familiar yet not, like there was something here of hers but the place itself was unrecognizable. It was the strangest feeling, like she had to be here for some reason. -Creak, Creak, Creak- The metal holders of the lanterns began to flow side to side, although there was no wind. Crashing through the door a tall humanoid shaped figure. A
  9. Watching on as the players so helplessly scampered around in a repeated wave back and forth down the beach and back, it was actually rather comical. There wasn't an ounce of refinement in it, something very similar to attempting to herd chickens or sheep. A click of her fingers would cause them all to start to slow down, evening the playing field as they'd all stand around exhausted and bordering collapse. "Better?" The woman quips to the group who would look up and then to her in shock. "What?" She'd pay the advancing eyes an nonchalant shrug, as if it wasn't anywhere as big of deal as they w
  10. *Combat End, Rhino's Horns and Troll's Blood Reset Meandering around the beach the same as always, the woman seemed completely uninterested in all the little things the other players were focused on. Her own intentions seemed solely interested in her own affairs, one that she’d not readily share until she met the criteria to reach it. Down the lengths of beach, she'd stop and fold her arms. Staring intently at the ground before turning around and heading a few steps back and glancing down. It would appear as though she was staring through the sand or operating solely on vibes instead of h
  11. Seeing her Mare find the ice girl and all the others show their faces it was time to start. Putting two fingers between her lips with a whistle, Morrighan horse comes running. This allows the girl to know the crab was coming soon. Brushing her hand down the nose of the metal, with her other set of fingers, she would snap and the giant creature comes out from the ground splashing water everywhere. It was interesting to see Setsuna’s reaction with her pet. That girl has never shown a real interest in anything that wasn’t that blade or hers or killing her target when needed. That girl was really
  12. “Thank you old friend,” saying as a hand patted down his large nose. A metallic silver horse with flames of white for what would normally be hair. A hoof stomps against the sands with a snorting sound while smoke comes out from his nose. Finally got one of many pets of hers back, Morrighan had a feeling she was going to find another one today. The location was unknown, it was like the cardinal system was hiding them behind codes that she hadn’t gone through yet. Morrighan was going to try something different today. For her the group goes wherever she wants them to be. What if one of the others
  13. The woman would begin to clap as the players started to fill the cooking pot with all manner of lights and yells, basically turning it into a ballroom blitz. "Good job~" A bit of music on her tone matched with a smile, before her demeanor would become much more vengeful. "Eliminate them." A tap of her feet across smoldering floors, she'd reach Gaius and run her hand up and down that spoon. "Your overthinking it you know." Looking down at the man who looked almost like he was doing push ups. He'd hop to the flat of his feet with one fell motion, even bouncing once to right his stance. "Yeah? Wh
  14. *New Turn Order, New Round Morrighan would dive into the created gateway right after locking eyes with Raidou, even topping it off with that signature playful smile. Down the rabbit hole into wonderland, she knew fully where she was headed. A soft splash as she would start to look around the place, even lifting that little light of hers up to provide light to them all as they'd splash in one after another. "I knew it." Finding freaky faced gelatinous foes beginning to form up around them. The cast iron walls and giant wooden rod would likely be some inclination to the smarter among them w
  15. The woman would stand idle as the group had spread nearly out to cover most of the beach front, allowing her free reign of most of it. They would solve the problem before not too long, so it was not something that she'd readily concern herself with. Reaching into a dimensional pocket, her arm glows in a silver white light as most of it vanishes out of sight. A few seconds in and out it comes, revealing a small bottle with a very round bottom. "Down you go." The woman remarks, pulling the plug and pouring but a single drop upon the sand. It would begin to bubble, stirring itself softly as it wo
  16. The woman surveyed her sudden companionship, an array of color to which none matched that which they had exited. A smile would find itself slowly drawn upon flawless lips, perfection created through careful planning and articulation. "Welcome once again." She'd speak with nearly an impossible volume, her voice breaking the silence as she'd take the tone of an announcer. "Have a good rest, have we?" The question rhetorical and the group would provide nothing but scowls as their reply. A slink of her arms clad in long black gloves, she'd push that long hair of hers over her right shoulder, revea
  17. A somber white ivory set of long locks that carried itself upon a breeze, that roared across granular sand that provided little to conceal one behind. Large bulbous stones of a cool gray dotted that horizon of tan, breaking up the monotony as it created a picturesque scene. All manner of life continued to whisper sweet nothings into the woman's ear, an anthem of a soul that resonated deep within her bosom. A heart made manifest as it would wind and draw against that tide of existence, finding a newfound strength as it would continue to cry out. The gentle crunch of a stampede. The footfalls of
  18. Putting her fishing pull away, without even looking back Morrighan knew that they were done playing around in the sand. Taking out a map, she had the perfect place in mind. Focusing on the sheet of paper, they all start moving into a different zone. A dark large open area lit only by candle sticks littered. A red carpet leading up to a long straight staircase to the second floor that seems to exit into pure darkness. At the bottom of those steps, two small pillars with busts placed on top of each. There was laughing coming from somewhere but it couldn’t be seen, at least not yet. Morrighan smi
  19. *New Turn, New Order There it was, that fierce intention. That is what would make the redhead better. Even more so, the girl raged, focused and then teleported into battle. That was pure control, the worst thing was that the girl might have not even realized what she just did. The spear man seemed to channel the winds around him and stayed in the air, he had listened to his weapon. Morrighan’s little lightning bolt did a fair job at getting the creature down long enough for all this to be possible. The cold one still needed work, it was like she is stuck, what is holding her back is still
  20. Pulling the line in a bit, Morrighan could sense that everyone had shown up and they seemed happy. All but one, the flames head was more irritated than normal. “This should be interesting,” saying as she feels a tug on the fishing pole. “WOAH NELLY!,” shouting out as she yanks hard and just like that the grab comes flying out of the water. Crashing to the ground, Morrighan gets up from her chair and makes it vanish. This day was going to be like the past few times. There was nothing that she really wanted at the moment. This was a chance to watch them, make sure they were not going to break at
  21. A smile as Sam had beat her down the cavern, the woman sliding down the tube like a ramp and vaulting up to the flat of her feet as her heel would catch on a protrusion. The two heavy slaps cause water to splash, and she'd hold the lantern up and stare at the fair old gemstone jammed into the divot on the wall. It glowed in a opalescent sheen, much like a pearl in its white opacity. "Yep, That's it all right..." As Sam would start to ask another question about the walls, Nisahime's finger fires up ready to pump out the 'um-actually' but is cut off as Freyd immediately answered it. The girl's f
  22. The tremble of the clock as it rattle on in its rhythmic tick, translating a reflection of the one it mirrored. Rustling grass as she'd walk on by, tossing the exact duplicate of Hidden's dagger in the terrain as she'd pass her by. It would sit there, just like the clock tower had. A tap of a heeled boot into one of the many trees that dotted this place, and out dropped a single apple that she'd catch. Folding her arms, she'd take a bite as she'd lean up against that tree. Something that she could never do before. "You tell me, Moonlit Lily. Your heart was reaching out to me, pleading and pray
  23. Another day of crabs and other creations, different locations that seemed like the same unless being looked under a scope. Morrighan was sitting on a beach chair, it was the length of her legs. They folded against one another, a line swished into the lake water with a -plunk-. The silence was peaceful, Morrighan would enjoy it while she could. The ice princess was hanging around in the trees, she could feel eyes at her back. Not really staring daggers, just curiosity from the girl. The cold one didn’t talk very much, that was okay, she still had some growing to do. The waves would rise then fa
  24. The soft rustle of grass and a gentle breeze that would comb it down in sweep, sending them to shiver and spring jubilantly back up. A grove untouched by most in a realm long forgotten. A sacred garden from the lands before, a clocktower held steadfast in a reflection of another. Age, and time. History and fate, had prattled on like droplets in a vast sea. On the rim would you spot the ripples, after they had traveled for so long? Swarms of petals whisked aimlessly by like children racing home for supper, dancing with every step as they'd sway and then fall in a misguided sprinkle. Reds and bl
  25. As they'd all slosh about in that pond of fluids of ancient make, the woman would lift a lantern and keep her eyes locked to it. The incandescent glow seemed thick, unending and despite the diameter it felt vast. Mainly because they were actually looking for a needle in a haystack. Who knew where it could end up, and a thought even causes Nisa to look up again for a third time. "I don't really know...." The phrase fell of her lips as the thought of it being above them still roared through her head. Her gaze seems almost dead locked on the ceiling, a thousand yard stare in deep thought as she'd
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