Celeste

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256378, CD: 4 (No Proc) Little pink petals float down from where Kasumi was, seeing all of them fall like limp noodles. It was her turn to make a mess. Rushing in with no thoughts at all she would cleave through the poor things like they were nothing more than pathetic mobs waiting to be killed. On one of them she would start to run and randomly teleport to it instead of using her feet. “Ah fuckin hell” she would say as she would trying regaining her balance to swipe at the last on. This boss dude looked the same as the last but it had a chocolate top h

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256352, CD: 2 (No Proc) More of the weird creatures spawn, she would smile at the fact that Freya was the one losing her shit this time. She was sure that it would not take long for her to do the same but it was nice to see someone other than herself getting annoyed to death. They would just be laying there staring up at the cloudy sky, she would hope that that did not mean more weird chocolate milk rain. It took forever to get the smell out of her clothing. Carving down at the smaller ones, most of them would evaporate as she would move onto the others

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256210, CD: 2 (No Proc), FATE Disabled until Bloodlust buff active Walking out of the bread building and watching some of the creatures get beat to shit by what seemed like absolutely nothing at first glance, her stomach would start to growl. “I fucking hate this place” she yells out as her large cleaver comes out. Running to the remaining enemies, this crowd was almost gone and done with. She hated this place because every time she would leave and get home she would always eat her weight in whatever she could find to eat. She was so glad that you could

Crashing the door of the guild hall open as the other hand is placed against her lips to hold a yawn from getting out of control. Lium had been gone for days and the past few days she has had to pick up the slack. Getting no sleep, she was kinda hoping that he was doing okay. He told her a little bit but that didn’t really explain why the disappearing act. A ping of her HUD would allow the chance of a quest. It would keep her busy and she could take out her anger on the things that would be spawning after the deliveries. It will be a good day. Grabbing a crate from the Vault she would head out

Optimal Turn Order, Simmone and Celeste swapped, Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255701, CD: 5 (No Proc) As the next set spawned she was already making head wind to the larger one of the group. Out of seemingly nowhere she would disappear, leaving a silhouette of herself where she was. Appearing right in front of the thing, she would waste no time as she would cleave at every part of the body that she could reach. When it tried to back lash she would just back up and bring that weapon back down on them. It would give an outraged peep and rapid speeds and she would take a deep breath a

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255669, CD: 7 (+8 EN) The rest of the team had already made a right mess of the situation before Celeste had a moment to really allow the circumstances to sink in. The woman was on autopilot, her brain still running on vapors. Most of the enemies were all but blown away, leaving nothing more then festive splatters of food in a gibed mess that looked like a food fight. "What, Where?" Celeste sniffles tilting around to find a pair of little legs floundering out of a space Raidou had just shoved it in. "Eat shit." Celeste barks raising that cleaver of hers

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255656, CD: 3 (No Proc) Equally as exhausted and stricken with a sour mood, Celeste dumps a payload of drastic power in a wide arc. The sweep a gruesome and lethal wave of azure flames following behind it. Creatures caught in the blast radius swell and expand from the heat, all manner of marshmallow becoming fat then melty before turning black. Even those not so lucky to survive are beginning to become mushy and turn toward becoming a puddle of mush. The fact that most things on the floor were food made Celeste and those like her surprisingly effective,

A flaming mop of bed head, the woman had been awoken by the sounds of cannon fire and shouting. The Blood Raven and its sister vessels had a bout of craziness at dawn, due to the fact the damn NPC that helmed that charge didn't need to sleep like she did. The irritated and still half unconscious expression plastered across her face said it all, and the random pile of shit she'd stolen spoke even further. Normally she'd pilfer the good stuff, fancy paintings or reusable foodstuffs. This was just about everything that wasn't nailed down. Half a flag, a box of nails a half written book and a beds

As the azure flames remained a vibrant rush of heat, the shadows cast leave both women to be cast in odd lighting with such color at their fronts. "You might be right, I don't fucking know." Her arms remain crossed as the fire raged, keeping alive for longer then most normally would. There might have been some sort of accelerant or it might have had something to do to the obtuse nature of Celeste's brand of fire. "Relations? You mean fucking?" Celeste picked apart the statement about as tactfully as hitting a watermelon with a sledgehammer. The woman cannot help but bust out laughing when it d

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255316, CD: 9 (+8 EN) Seeing more of these things appearing out of thin air. A glare toward them all as she rushes into the fray. Swinging down at one, again she misses something that is laying as still as deer caught in headlights. Getting angry at this factor she would swing again but this time it evaporates under the cleaving impact of her weapon. The last attack with the build up rage that she was feeling causes her to not walk but teleports toward the larger creatures. Chopping down instantly, usually some gashes would be seen from pure violence of

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255259, CD: 6 (No Proc) They all spawn and get beaten to shit and then all just fall to the ground like rag dolls being tossed around. This next big boss looked like crap but it smelt different than that, thank god for that. She would take advantage of the brutal attack and the fact that they were just laying there. Running toward the pack she would attempt to chop them up. Missing the first, how did she miss a not moving target. For a split second she felt shame. The second one hit dead on and shattered into nothingness. For the third she would disappe

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255241, CD: 11 (+8 EN) The sound of combat perks her attention, making the conclusion that Kasumi had found something to attack. Her left hand opens and extends out in front of her, a vortex of azure flames causing her given armiger to coalesce into a solid shape out of the ether. The huge cleaver is hoisted over her right shoulder and with intention she warps high into the air, her body turning transparent and leaving these wisp like trails of cobalt. Dropping like a hammer on a judges podium, the red head descends and collides with the terrain with fo

The redhead enters the guild hall with a shrill whistle escaping her lips, having just got back from a blood filled excursion over the skies of Ladonia. Vexx had escaped again, as expected but at least she had quite the pile of pilfered wares to stake a claim on. Some of that shit however none of the Galtean knew how to use, so that shit was a prime canidate to dump off at the guild else it would clutter the fuck out of the Blood Raven. It was a trash haul to the guild hall. Breaking into the second floor storage she is met with quite a number of fresh faces and one not so much “Sup?” she bark

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Gaius} +4 EN, Recovery | 255086, CD:4 (No Proc) Seeing one of the creatures attack Freya, that sends her into a frenzy. “LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE” yelling out as she strikes fast and hard not holding anything back. Brutally murdering them all with just a single sideways strike. Breathing heavily filled with rage, she didn’t like when things attacked her friends. It was a bit weird to think about but they were friends and family to her. After all they had been through, how could she not think that. From what she knew there was still one more group of thi

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Gaius} +4 EN, Recovery | 255063, CD:4 (No Proc) The large black and white chicken was being smacked around like a rack doll. Every time someone would get even close to it it would screech out in a bloody murder tone like it was being beaten. Guess technically it was but it would make that sound even when it wasn’t being touched. “Okay I am so done with your loud dumb ass” saying as she rushes toward it trying to run from her now. All of a sudden she went from being ten feet away to right next to it. All that can be seen is a very light blue silhouette w