Celeste

► Blood Tithe
Cost: 10 SP
Passive
Requirements: [*Two Handed] Weapon Rank 5, [Restorative Strike] Unlocked, [Charge], [Ferocity] Mod
Effect: 

• Can no longer benefit from Mitigation from any source
• -50% Final Damage from all sources
• +1 Critical Magnitude (+2 on a 9, +3 on a 10)
• All sword arts now recover 10% of the damage dealt to the User

Description: 
A fit of fury and rage, sustaining oneself on the blood of your enemies. For some, defending themselves is the best way to win a confrontation. But where tactics fail, pure and blind brutality can make up the difference.

Charge CD [1/3]

A twist of outrage, a bite of her lip. "Don't tell me to calm down." Her cleaver begins to whine, as she eyes the bar in the top of her view. Celeste rips that thing up and uses the weight to spin for a moment. Without warning, she releases the thing. It whorls through the air, a heavy thrown boulder. A massive spray of red and black, the sword art discharging all its own as it connects. "Don't you tell me..." Celeste quips as the strength in her legs fails, fully spent. The serpent roars out in agony, that blade caught in her neck at a precarious angle. "Fuck off..."

*Thud*

Finally, an anger subsides, as it finds an undesired slumber. She'd played her part, and spent everything she had. The question was, would it be enough? A loose smattering of red hair sliding past her face, and in that battlefield it seemed that she was finally at peace.

AOE-I [x15], -11 +2/hit EN

ID:200360 | BD:6+6-3=9, HIT Using [x18] AOE-II vs. Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn Dealing 468-90=378 DMG

Players:
[H: 4] Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 3/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
[H: 2] Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 66/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3(+1) | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
[H: 2] Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 21/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 4 | LD: 9 | BLD: 48 | ENV.O: 32 | PARA
[H: 6] Griswold | HP: 452/828 | EN: 70/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4 | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Boss:
Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn
HP: ????/???? | DMG: 400 | MIT: 90 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 3 [BLD: 48/1] [TXC VNM: 24/1] [BRN: 56/1] [ENV.O: 32/3] Stun Immunity [1/3] [Shatter: 3/2]

Total Damage this Round: 378
Damage Dealt Prior Rounds: 2137+2623+2852

Unmaking Breath: On a MD 9-10: Attack becomes an AOE dealing 180 Unmitigated DMG to all targets.
Unnatural Regeneration: Battle Healing 50
Status Resistance: Unless the same CC effect is applied again, it fails to activate (To freeze her, one needs to land two instances of freeze before it triggers)
Global Entity: Her statistics, Debuffs, status effects, DoT's and attacks are split over multiple threads.

A soft scoff under her breath, that massive cleaver perched behind her head on her shoulders. "Time to die bitch, I am fed up with all this bullshit." Her moxie was waning a bit given her complete lack of any source of stamina, and yet there was a clear determination to keep on her feet. Celeste was around an entire group of people clearly higher level than her.

It   pissed   her   off.

Lunging with a brutal exertion of everything she had left on tap, she carves a heavy, nasty gash through one of two remaining heads. Ripping it back and driving it in again, over and over in a violent display as a flicker of some red thing climbed up her arm. It was absolute carnage, and the red haired woman seemed to be enjoying every second of it as she's splashed with the gunk flinging off. "Fucking kill it already!" She snaps over to the rest of the guild, panting heavily and her eyes burning hot and reflecting that of a doll. She was spent, but that anger could go on for miles. Her eyes fixate on Raidou, and for but a moment she gets the hint of a sense of dejavu.

AoE-II [x18] -14 (+2/hit), Charge Activated [+5 Base, -1 ACC], -8 EN, Charge CD [0/3]

ID:199904 | BD:7+6-3-1=9, HIT Using [x18] AOE-II vs. Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn Dealing 558-70=488 DMG

Players:
[H: 3] Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 5/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
[H: 2] Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 64/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3(+1) | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
[H: 1] Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 38/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 4 | LD: 9 | BLD: 48 | ENV.O: 32 | PARA
[H: 6] Griswold | HP: 639/828 | EN: 64/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4(-1) | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Boss:
Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn
HP: ????/???? | DMG: 400 | MIT: 70 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 3 [BLD: 48/1] [BLGT: 32/1] [TXC VNM: 24/2] Stun Immunity [0/3] [Shatter: 3/3]

Total Damage Dealt from Prior Rounds: 2137+2623
Total Damage this Round: 488

Unmaking Breath: On a MD 9-10: Attack becomes an AOE dealing 180 Unmitigated DMG to all targets.
Unnatural Regeneration: Battle Healing 50
Status Resistance: Unless the same CC effect is applied again, it fails to activate (To freeze her, one needs to land two instances of freeze before it triggers)
Global Entity: Her statistics, Debuffs, status effects, DoT's and attacks are split over multiple threads.

Concentration CD [1/5]

Watching on as Lun'Rael takes a heavy clamping jaw down on Griswold, Celeste kicks the butt of her weapon on the fuller. That massive cleaver whirls through the air and finds itself above her right shoulder. A sudden burst of energy sees it engulf in fire, casting a shade across her face. "Drop it." she goads with a dump of that heavy steel down, sheering off a section of awaiting plates and finding a spray of red light. The skin beneath smolders under the heat, white billowing steam rushes from the newly cauterized wound. It appeared as though it didn't quite have enough to cut the guy completely out, but it sure as hell looked like it should hurt. "I'm running out of juice." The red head barks to the others, her level still painfully apparent. She still had work to do in that department, but she made up for it with a complete disregard for fear.

[x15] AOE-I (11 * 2 * 1) = 13 EN

ID:199210 | BD:3+6=9, HIT Using [x15] AOE-I vs. Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn Dealing 390-150=240 DMG

Vanity Tag: @Griswold

Players:
[H: 2] Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 26/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 80/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3 | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
[H: 1] Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 36/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 5 | LD: 9 | AA | PARA
[H: 3] Griswold | HP: 639/828 | EN: 72/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4(-1) | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Boss:
Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn
HP: ????/???? | DMG: 400 | MIT: 150 | EVA: 0 | ACC: 3

Total Damage Dealt from Prior Rounds: 2137
Total Damage this Round: 240

Unmaking Breath: On a MD 9-10: Attack becomes an AOE dealing 180 Unmitigated DMG to all targets.
Unnatural Regeneration: Battle Healing 50
Status Resistance: Unless the same CC effect is applied again, it fails to activate (To freeze her, one needs to land two instances of freeze before it triggers)
Global Entity: Her statistics, Debuffs, status effects, DoT's and attacks are split over multiple threads.

"That's pretty damn true. What exactly do you have to be angry about? You basically have this entire world under your thumb with that level." Celeste milled through a slightly transparent screen, pulling out a small bottle of red liquid and peeling off the cork. Gesturing the opening toward him with curiosity before knocking back the rather pungent smelling fluid, emptying out that round bottom potion bottle like a ravenous animal. Flickering embers dancing out of a waning flame.

A sluggish and wobbled raise to tired legs, it was clear her faculties had yet to regain fully. Even still, she forces herself to stand, and eludes this pretend aura as if there was nothing holding her back. If she wanted whatever direction, she wasn't about to have it given to her. Celeste would earn it. Blood sweat and tears. A few steps without a damn clue where the real direction was, that were so painfully difficult and could easily be seen as an attempt toward appearing fine.

A huge wave of sound comes screaming through the soil, and a harsh snap of the girl's head around as it does. "Would you shut the fuck up, goddamn I am going to go deaf!" The girl seemed irritated almost immediately, and slamming the toes of her right foot into a blade still held to the ground sees it carried over her right shoulder. "You, I am shutting this thing up." Looking to Freyd and his call to arms. "Try and keep up." A heavy wave of red colored flames engulf that cleaver, and with reckless abandon, she lunges with all of her might. The blade strikes heavy and hard, the ground concaves under the blow in a disheveling spray of dirt. Lun'rael squeals in combined agony as more and more flickering shades of different colors close in, glaring and wondrous in its violence. Ushering toe to toe with a goliath nearly three times her size. This bitch bit off more than she could chew, even with 4 heads.

Vanity Tag: @Freyd

[x18] AOE-II (14 * 2 * 1) = 16 EN, Concentration Activated {+1 ACC, Auto miss negation}, Concentration CD [0/5]

ID:198969 | BD:8+6+1-3=12, CD:3, HIT Using [x18] AOE-II vs. Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn Dealing 468-150=318 DMG

Players:
[H: 1] Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 36/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6(+1) | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 78/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3(+1) | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 42/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 5(+1) | LD: 9 | AA | PARA
Griswold | HP: 826/828 | EN: 70/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4(-1) | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Boss:
Lun’Rael, Mother of the Reborn
HP: ????/???? | DMG: 400 | MIT: 150 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 3

Damage Dealt: 318

• Unmaking Breath: On a MD 9-10: Attack becomes an AOE dealing 180 Unmitigated DMG to all targets.
• Unnatural Regeneration: Battle Healing 50
• Status Resistance: Unless the same CC effect is applied again, it fails to activate (To freeze her, one needs to land two instances of freeze before it triggers)
• Global Entity: Her statistics, Debuffs, status effects, DoT's and attacks are split over multiple threads.

One heavy slam of her weapon knocks a foe airborne, and releasing the grip of her axe, she fires out an open hand. Latching onto its ankle, she drives it into the floor and steps on its throat. "You're not going anywhere!" The girl boasts with a snarl, blood-red locks pouring over her shoulder in a cascade. A harsh swipe out to her left finds the heavy cleaver into the chest of one rushing to counter, a spray of red data pours over her arm from the tear. "Not likely, but I rather like your moxie!" There was a smile plastered on the girls face, elated from the rush of combat. A sudden gust of wind as more close in, sending the scattering forces away in one fell swoop, like lambs to the slaughter. A snap of attention and a snide remark toward the equally bombastic male. "I had them, I don't need you to save me." she quips as she grinds her heel in further.

Vanity Tag: @Gaius

[x15] AOE-I, 11 + 2 * 3 = 17 EN

Loot Rolls:

Players:
Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 46/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 71/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3 | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 47/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 5 | LD: 9 | AA | PARA
Griswold | HP: 826/828 | EN: 66/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4 | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Mobs:
[0,0,0,2] Sundered Spire Soldier #17 | HP: 53/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #18 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,2] Sundered Spire Soldier #19 | HP: 53/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,2] Sundered Spire Soldier #20 | HP: 53/372 | DMG: 124

Total Loot:
30277*Col
12*Materials
T4 Rare Armor/Shield #198443a
T4 Rare Consumable #198444a
T4 Rare Armor/Shield #198444b
T4 Uncommon Consumable #198445a
T4 Rare Trinket #198721a
T4 Rare Trinket #198722a
T4 Rare Consumable #198723a
T4 Rare Armor/Shield #198723b
T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #200400a
T4 Perfect Weapon #200400b
T4 Rare Trinket #200401a
T4 Rare Weapon #200402a
T4 Uncommon Consumable #200402b
T4 Rare Trinket #200403a

Through a sea of blue flames, as monsters a plenty attempt to make a fair swing on the blonde tank. A woman seems to appear as she punches through with a weapon held docked and ready above her right shoulder. That kindling seems to get stuck on an awaiting blade, glowing crimson with stamina charging it to the brink. "Watch it, Comin' through" Celeste shouts as she tears in a twirl that heavy blade. It shreds the opposition, clipping them at the waist and carving them in two. A wave of red light washes over them both, data in a flash. She basks in it as another soldier rushes to meet her, and pulling her head back. She headbutts it hard enough to make it stagger, before a flaming shield catches it on the side of the dome. "Not bad, but don't try and one up me." Celeste quips with a smile, dropping the edge of that golem sized blade to the floor and starting to cut a groove.

[x15] AOE-I, 11 + 2 * 4 = 19 EN

Vanity Tag: @Eruda

Loot Rolls:
ID:200400 | Battle:4, Craft:4, Loot:19        
ID:200401 | Battle:1, Craft:2, Loot:10        
ID:200402 | Battle:4, Craft:6, Loot:10        
ID:200403 | Battle:6, Craft:5, Loot:6        

Players:
Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 60/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 67/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 3 | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 62/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 5 | LD: 9 | AA | PARA
Griswold | HP: 827/828 | EN: 73/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4 | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Mobs:
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #9 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #10 | HP: 108/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #11 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #12 | HP: 108/372 | DMG: 124

Total Loot:
10229*Col
4*Materials
T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #200400a
T4 Perfect Weapon #200400b
T4 Rare Trinket #200401a
T4 Rare Weapon #200402a
T4 Uncommon Consumable #200402b
T4 Rare Trinket #200403a

A rip of that blade out of a now still skull, before she takes to a sprint rather quickly, leaving the flashing red spray to follow suit. A lunge and a twist airborne sees the thing drive a long red slash through the first of many, the battle had begun with her making the first move. A feral hiss as the crystal marked beasts aim for a rebuttal, all before a cyan blue line slinks in out of what seemed like nowhere. They freeze in an instant, before falling to pieces. Celeste grits her teeth, searching for the entity that had done it. "Those were mine, get your own!" Celeste barks to Setsuna, who was already long gone. A heavy pant and a shift of that heavy blade back upright, she'd have a hard time of getting a one on four like she was used to. But subtly, she was intrigued at just how much they could mow down at this rate.

Vanity Tag: @Setsuna

[x15] AOE-I, 11 + 2 * 4 = 19 EN

Loot Rolls:

Players:
Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 57/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12
Simmoné | HP: 761/761 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 1 | LD: 5 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | KEEN: 1 | REC: 8 | TXC VNM: 24
Sam | HP: 761/761 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 28 | MIT: 40 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 4 | LD: 9 | BLD: 48 | ENV.O: 32 | PARA
Griswold | HP: 828/828 | EN: 86/86 | DMG: 24 | MIT: 213 | ACC: 4 | LD: 4 | REC: 4 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112

Mobs:
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #1 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #2 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #3 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124
[0,0,0,0] Sundered Spire Soldier #4 | HP: 372/372 | DMG: 124

Total Loot (Celeste):
11456*Col
2*Materials
T4 Rare Armor/Shield #198443a
T4 Rare Consumable #198444a
T4 Rare Armor/Shield #198444b
T4 Uncommon Consumable #198445a

A toss of a heavy looking blade over her right shoulder, flickering stardust still escaping its edge from an enemy crushed completely flat under its wake. "Move it asshole." She barks toward Gaius who immediately turns back and glares at her. "Well this is fixing to be a shitshow, ain't it, dork." Celeste remarks toward the red clad swordsman, old habits died hard. They still didn't see eye to eye, and although she was a bit reluctant, how she treated him back then. Meh, fuck it. As one of these things rush in, the red head slams her skull against it, driving it beneath her. A heavy boot finds its chest. "Not so fast, your fucking mine." she smiles in a sinister grin before she drops the cleaver upon its skull. Yeah, this was fixing to be one hell of a fight, but there wasn't a single place in Aincrad she'd rather be right now. These motherfuckers were going to be loaded, and there was a shitload of them.

Vanity Tag: @Gaius@Raidou

Feasted:
Protein +2: 186473, 186474 -> Protein +2 Feast [4/4 Remaining]

Consumed:
Loot Dice +3: 176286-1
Damage +3: 186754-1
Accuracy +2 Feast (Simmone) [1/4 Remaining]
Protein +3 Feast/Filled [3/4 Remaining]
Evasion +2 Feast (Sam) [2/4 Remaining]
Field Rations
Mitigation +3 (T3): 170933-2

Celeste | HP: 649/649 | EN: 76/76 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 27 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | LD: 3 | BLD: 12 | BH: 12

A sharp bark from the door as she casts an extended thumb toward the guild hall door. "Whose that?" the woman exhumed rather quickly toward Lium, soft claps of boots against the redwood floor. "Morning asshole." she eyeballs the fellow and shoving him as about as hard as he can handle. Tossing a heavy looking cleaver over her right shoulder. "You done yet? we got places to be. We got to beat your ass into shape somehow." Celeste remarks before eying the sobbing blue puddle of emotion in the corner. "Friend of yours?" she asked loosely because frankly she didn't really give a shit.

She didn't have time to him to dawdle around like he liked to, the guy was always so fancied on taking his sweet ass time in the mornings. "Hurry your ass up, theres a wave of spiders popping up in Nemo's cavern. I want that loot and if you make me miss out on it so help me. I'll get that coin out of your ass like a pinata." The guild hall door slams shortly after, the redhead would wait. But not for long, and there would hell to pay if she did.

Celeste | HP: 580/580 | EN: 76/76 | DMG: 26 | ACC: 1

Ignore until 4/30 (Just Yeeting these out, so that I can focus on other things)

Current Level: 29
Current SP: 92
SP Tracking: 

Item Upgrades:

"You didn't offend me, but I got to set shit straight." Celeste remarks toward the bluenette, she could clearly tell that the woman was remorseful. Celeste had all but dominated the conversation between them, and in a way she felt almost bad from the groveling. "Look, what's your name?" Celeste barked to Haine, trying to get her out of this weird funk. It was clear this girl wouldn't quite fight back, and this point it was like beating a dead horse. Pointless. "You weren't half bad in there, and you did pretty damn well. Frankly, you came out here on your own and was about to take care of them alone if I wasn't here. I can respect that, but it looked like you were ready to scoop the kills for yourself and hang me out to dry. I don't want your reward. They usually suck, I just wanted you to admit that it was crappy."

ID# 187477 results: Loot: 17x25=425 Col

Quest Complete:
Celeste:
5*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward, 1 Yui's Grace)
Lucas:
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)
1250*Col (400 Thread Closure, 425x2=850 Quest Reward)

Eventually Sam joins her in the cave, as if on queue as her stamina recovered to full. Her axe righted in her grip she looks to Sam out in plain view. "Alright, I don't really care." Celeste wasn't much of a reader, and she'd follow along as Sam ran her down into the heavier ones. That suited her fine, especially as the pair mopped up the pack with relative ease. The amount of coin it had given the girl had more than made up for the items bestowed to Sam. "You're not half bad Sam." Celeste offers bluntly to the black haired female, taking another momentary respite to cull her dwindling energy pool. It was still painful for her to fight, blowing half of her bar in a single swing. It was better but still sucky. Sam didn't seem anywhere near as winded as she was. It was bull crap.

Dragging her axe with her, still burning bright with a charged up sword art. "We can discuss this outside, where our ass hair isn't being burned off." Celeste moves first out of the inferno cavern, keeping distance from Haine if she should choose to follow suit. Notably Celeste notices her recoil and sheathe her weapon, which beckons the energy fueling the girls to fade. But her glare doesn't stop, and the intensity was threatening to punch a hole clean through Haine's head.

"On the same quest? well your lucky that it didn't rob me of three days." Celeste snaps, unsure how the game would have responded since Haine clearly killed the thing right after she did half the work. "I don't fucking need yours or anyone's help." A flame held to those words as they burned. It was clear that the red head is wound up, it wasn't often that she had players just appear out of fucking nowhere and actually keep toe to toe with her. Her eyes narrow waiting for some sort of response from her, this woman that almost looked like her polar opposite.

The familiar back where it belonged, Celeste starts to follow Sam's directions to where she was directed. through the cracks and crags through the wall, she finds a culprit to begin to work on. Sam would be left to her devices as she'd hear the killing happening just through the chamber. The high pitched whirs and explosions playing back in the distance that echo. The sprays of light making it more obvious as well. Her familiar was back to acting how it normally did, concealed and out of view. As Celeste mopped up the first group rather quickly, she takes a seat and begins to wait for the next to spawn and letting her energy recover. These little breathers helped her keep going, and was the optimal way for her to clean house. The red head had completely forgotten that the raven haired girl was even here. Following her own routine.

Ushering toward the thing in its bubbling crimson with black trails. "Yes, I've never seen it act this way." Celeste remarks honestly, as it was jarring to her as well. "Look here shit head, drop it." She shrieks at the thing causing the sound it was emitting to quiet, and fizzle out. She steps into the pool and takes a glance toward Sam "Once I get this thing back where it belongs." As it begins to swell around her feet and climb back up her legs like syrup with small clawed looking hands becoming liquid. Celeste was far too distracted to be invested in whatever the hell it was that Sam had to go do. The gruesome sucking sound as it began to vanish completely into her clothes, and with a rip of her hand forward and an intention, shows the thing manifest a pair of jagged nails on the fingers on her hand. "Better, know your place."

"Sure, why not." Celeste offers in a barked dismissal, she hardly had any real direction to head. She just wandered out until something aggroed her and then she'd kick its teeth in. Following behind Sam through the yellow fog that she was used to seeing, until Sam pauses somewhere within it. Only a faint silhouette through the opacity, before she sees that shadow kneel and disappear with the sounds of rustling. Celeste moves to where she was and takes note of a hole near the base of the wall. "What the shit?" Celeste remarks leaning low and beginning to shimmy through the crack. "The hell is this supposed to be?" Taking a glance in to the chamber she sees a multitude of crystals and nodes forming. A sudden screech, as Zuggtmoy rips from her clothes. It had entered its opponents lair, and it knew it. A writhing mass of red slides in a blood like ooze along the floor. Waiting to do combat for a creature that was simply not present.

As the man began to walk away, Celeste turn to Lucas who takes a step in front of her. "Yeah maybe, but now he knows the next time he want's to get in my face how I will respond." Her gambit had worked, and if it should ever appear later then perhaps she had produced a reputation. It was the exact same in school, being the bad bitch meant that no one wanted to mess with you. Prison rules. "Your may might work, but so does mine. And your damn right I will forget his face. He's a coward." A fumble over the next couple words, she offers a pause as she turns her head, embarrassed. "Not like you." There was something about this kid that was slinking beneath her skin. Being so polite but even now he proved his lack of fear, something about it. Something about Lucas was quite hard for her to understand, and not just physically.

"Suits me fine, I got way too much shit already." Celeste quips toward the black haired girl, accepting the invite and adding her name to the side of the screen. Taking notice of a guild marker next to her name on the screen. Hmm. Tearing total ass toward the warp gate with Sam struggling to keep up with her, and Celeste was the first through. Into the darkened caverns of Tomoika. Where she was spending most of the rest of her days at this point. Ever working toward a long off goal that was getting closer with each lift of her feet and rise of a sun. She knew what she wanted and she knew she had to work to know how to get it. The only reason why she had accepted is due to the fact she had made a deal with the devil and had seen that sun from atop a giant mountain. Even still that slight change lingered with her.

Constantly catching the kid look off in the distance, shows that he wanted to do more than just sit here and talk. Sliding off the rim of the fountain. "Sure, fighting fire with fire doesn't quite work. But backing down gives people the impression they can walk all over you." She finishes the last of the cake, and turns her hand and Frisbees that plate into the distance. A nearby player flips out and ducks. It shatters against one of the walls of a building, sending data out in a spray. "What the fuck lady?" The player responds back at her with ire. "Get bent, your fine. Keeps you on your toes." Celeste barks back, with a sinister snicker.

The man removes a claymore from a sheathe on his back, beet red and flushed face. "Screw you, I'll wipe that grin off your face!" That smile widens, as she'd take a glance toward Lucas. As if to charade watch with that glance. Her eyes become ablaze with orange, leaving trails as her head turns. "Oh really?" She lifts her arm off to one side and sees a massive billhook appear and slam into the floor next to her feet. A scrape of the stone and a shower of sparks off that white tile brick. Her face twists down casting shadow over her eyes, pronouncing that flare as the axe screams in a high pitch whir. There was no dual request. "When I cut one of your arms off I wonder if you can still wield that sword of yours?"

Her head twists like a puppy, as she raises that weapon up. "You ready buddy? I wonder how much of you I can smear on these pretty little buildings before you disappear?" The player retracts, looking into the eyes of the beast. It was clear that she wasn't playing around even in the slightest, a sword art already charged and ready to fire. He scoffs and spits, the game of chicken failed. He walks away, and her point was proven.

A turn on her heel as the girl rose and seemed to follow her out. "Sam then, Celeste." She muttered as she raised that axe and stored it away in a pocket dimension with a reddish flash. Watching the girl eyeball her figure for a moment and then ask where she bought her clothes. "It was some tailor on floor 1, her shop was dusty. I don't know her name." she spoke to the girls shop, curious just how much investment she had into it. What did she want to get something similar made? The clack of her heels down the large staircase, still leaving Sam to catch up. She wasn't about to waste any time on pleasantries with someone she had just met. There was still so much work to do, and Sam wouldn't be allowed to slow her down. "Yeah? Why not." Celeste barks back as she continues to descent into the flatter soil.

A muggy and murky twist to a raise, a chirping pierced her eardrums as if it was on her shoulder screaming into her ears. An instant she clamps her right hand to her forehead. To stabilize it from the hangover like pounding behind her eyes. "Good morning." Celeste was still rather disarmed, noticing through the holes between her fingers the blanket. Her vision twists back to the pillow, and finding a campfire was produced. He had watched over her, what the hell happened? She could only faintly recall that dream like state and the vision of that sunset.

The night before her dreams were riddled with visitation to the chamber she found herself in. But it was almost on rewind, and ended on the crash of thunder that revealed her gemini. The girl had been through a lot, and she was struggling to understand Freyd's investment in all of this. The guy hardly needed to offer a hand to her, he had already long surpassed the need for such pleasantry so why? A glance to him sees a question. "Why are you helping me?"

Looking toward the kid as he began to speak a reply, as he'd look up it would beckon her to do the same. As if she was trailing his view to see what it was that he did. "I guess." Celeste remarks to his comments, and that last imagery regarding the match, seemed to make so much sense although she was reluctant to admit it. "So you believe that no matter what someone says, its not worth shoving them off?" Celeste didn't get how that could possibly be true. She was raised different, the very way that Lucas reflected was the complete antithesis of what she was taught in her upbringing from a very young age. A glance back toward the cake, she'd shuffle another bite of the stuff. Not because she wanted to, but because it was given to her by the guy. And somehow, she didn't want to be rude for once.