Celeste

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} "I got it." Celeste would bark as she'd rush past Nisahime and scamper up to the nomads feet, stepping on one she'd drop her cleaver upon another. It was the most elegant showing of excessive force. These poor things had nowhere near enough health combined to deal with a single swing from her and yet she just needed the outlet. The tiny muted pops of what was akin to shooting fish in a barrel, Celeste wouldn't admit that hitting them made her feel leagues better about the situation. All this diplomacy, and conversation had left the red head chaffed

Standard Recovery +4 EN Rounding back toward the cretin, Celeste drives her cleaver into a front right leg. This cleaves it clean off sending it spiraling through the air from the force alone. It manages up about five or so feet before it explodes into star like shrapnel. The crab would wobble trying to course correct given that it had lost some of its balance. Another high pitched chirp would overtake Celeste's blade again, and with a turn she'd drop to a kneel before offering another destructive swipe upwards. A sharp tear slices through the creatures undercarriage and sends a smatterin

A grit of her teeth as the cleaver tears down on that waiting hunk of flesh, sending bits of an awaiting shell into the air like a handful of stones. The crab rips back away as the white steaming hot mess escapes the furious red head. "Why do you keep bouncing around so much?" Celeste joins into the conversation like a bull in a china shop. Like the others, she wanted to claim the first real opportunity they had ever been offered. Lifting her cleaver up as an attack rushes for her waist. "I have a lot to do, and how many chores do you do in the exact same space? Same thing." That answer again

The raging bull still being pulled along by her reigns. Celeste again finds herself permeating the sand of the giant crab...thing that the guild so desperately seemed to seek out and slay nearly daily. All for the sake of this strange broad, and in the back of her mind she had contemplated a couple times just gagging the bitch and shoving her in a cellar somewhere. But she didn't no matter how much she wanted to. Celeste wasn't the brightest knife in the drawer but she could get that if she wasn't walking around they would never learn whatever the fuck she was doing. Odd castles, rampant ocean

Standard Recovery +4 EN A sudden shake under her feet, with it a roar. “BRING IT” Celeste would call out. She was not scared, she would put it down like the rat it was. Seeing from the corner of her eyes to the left, a large black see through thought. It looked like a large wolf or maybe a coyote but either way that thing was not getting anywhere near here. Maybe because she didn’t want to leave the group and get lost in the storm. Pulling that weapon up with a deep breath, it was starting to get a bit heavy which meant that she was losing more energy than she wanted. God this game is stu

Standard Recovery +4 EN The first thing she feels is a shiver down her spine. Feet sank into the ground, first thought was quick sand given they were just on a beach and frozen rain. Vision returns sorta and Celeste couldn’t be more wrong. It was snowing, no, it was a blizzard. “Where the hell are we Raidou?” as she begins to hear dog-like howls in the distance. Crap, she couldn’t see anything. If those abilities of hers decide to just happen here there would be no telling where she would end up. Barking right behind her causing the cleaver to swing blindly through the heavy winds. Feelin

Standard Recovery +4 EN Raidou made sure the crab was taken care of. Hearing the white-haired chick call out the small invaders, Celeste watches her walk toward Raidou. Not sure she wanted a part of that, it looked super intense. She had enough of that back home. Dragging her sword on the ground, walking past Raidou placing a hand on his shoulder. Not sure what it was about but if Raidou found it important enough to say something to us then he would. Letting the man know that they were here if he needed it. Trailing off to get these tiny little… Glancing down at the snails, “Really what t

Standard Recovery +4 EN Celeste takes a few steps back, watching the crab get his ass kicked hard core. It was a miracle that it lasted this long. Raidou seemed like he had an itch to scratch, paying more attention to Nisa that he was to what was in front of him. What was his beef with her? Celeste had her own reason why the woman got on her nerves but this seemed to be much different. Something that she hadn’t seen from the man yet. So fixated on the white-haired chick. Backing up a bit more, if Raidou made a move right now it wouldn’t be a nice one. Celeste of all people knew that anger

Seeing the commotion already starting, running the rest of the way. Seeing Simmone, weird she usually wasn’t a part of these things. Was looking forward to seeing what the woman could do. It was a full party up in the front, Raidou was doing damage control and was paying a close eye to, she had to follow his eyes to Nisahime. Gaius was acting as his back up. Also crazy, he would usually be up in the air by now. Celeste would track around the back of the constantly spawned enemy. Not much of sliding to a halt cause she wasn’t going that fast. Pulling that cleaver up over her right shoulder, sla

Ship slows to a halt, wondering if she just shouldn’t park this thing here and make a small get away boat. Celeste has been here a lot lately and getting up extra early just to sail the house to this location was agony. Between constantly yelling at the Galatians and doing all the work that they could seem to figure out how to do, it was starting to get exhausting to say the least. Yawning as she unravels the rope ladder, hoping over the ledge and sliding down like it was nothing. A solid THUD hitting the sands, maybe she should train a ship captain, or teach Lium to man the ship. He needed mo

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} A sharp glare at Freyd as she'd glance back to her ass and to the man. Somehow he still remained the most capable of getting on her nerves. Rubbing the back of her skull, as the glowing red wound would slowly find itself closed. It was here the party would begin to fan out, kicking around in the sand looking for the insistent little bastards that sprung out from it nearly every time they smote the crab into oblivion. A shake will see Celeste's vision clear. "Guess we are on noodle duty." allowing the soft crunch of sand to declare her retreat towar

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} Finding herself finally understanding the writing on the wall as Gaius secures the exit, Celeste looks to the primary opposition to their extraction. "Yep, sounds good." The woman flashes a thumbs up to the cook and sees her weapon surge with most of the power she had left on tap. A violent vibration as her left hand joins her right, and she dumps that heavy beast into the waiting floundering foe that found its face forced into the floor. A flash fire of blue flames causes the creature to cry out in a shrill retelling of pain, although a facsimile

*Moving to Floor 22 -> Sweetwater Devil Standard Recovery +4 EN "What is this place?" Celeste offers finally having the time to scan her surroundings for real, now that they weren't under constant threat. Yet, the trailing fin would elude to otherwise. "Oh for fucks sake." the red head barks as she springs into action, irritated by the constant army of stupid that seemed to be oozing out of the woodwork. Her weapon sparks to match her irritation, becoming illuminated by a flow of crimson light that sparks out in cobalt blue flames upon its rim. A turn of her heel as she'd trace the c

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed The last into the little foray, Celeste cannot help but whistle out loud at the sight. "Damn, reminds me of the sky. You think they have trouble with flooding?" The obvious jest would fall on deaf ears. "Tough crowd." she'd murmur beneath her breath as the others began to fan out from where the stairs ended. Rocking out is a slew of attacks that assault the ears, as nearly everyone was now under attack by the denizens of this strange... floor? Her companions started the fight with all manner of color and expertise, cutting down droves of foes with

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} The woman groaned in irritation, they were back to the tracking business at a drop of a hat. Just like that. Why couldn't this bitch remain in one place for more then 2 seconds. 2 fucking seconds. Is that too much to ask? Another grumble as she finds her way to her weapon and hoists it onto her right shoulder, dragging her feet at the sheer notion of having to play bloodhound to this broad. Hoofs hoof it across the turf, as she pretends to look around. This wasn't her strong suit and the odds were she wasn't going to spot her before anyone else did

*Optimal Turn Order Change Standard Recovery +4 EN As soon as her stasis clears, the crab was hardly doing any better. It was seizing under lightning, coughing out black ichor and being restrained by the smith. The woman twists and her eyes dart up, a trail of blue would see her blink up shortly after a pale mirage of her like glass projects where she'd appear. From above she comes down with the cleaver as the titan tries to rise, and the following clap of thunder would send it into the sand with such force that a cloud would rise from the sheer torque. Her cleaver dangling halfway o

A cleaver burns bright with outrage. A muddied mixture of ferocity and fervor its washed in cardinal as the woman springs haphazardly into combat, a solid slam of the weapon would see it explode into flames that lick away at the carapace. This sends a scattering of the shell like shrapnel as the color waves clean through and tears more of its remaining HP away in an instant. Not quite to the same caliber yet the tenacity was even more in spades. Gritting her teeth in a focused fury, the woman carries through and slides past her target, the weight of the blade carrying her a full half turn as t

The violent letter of woman, stark red on green would appear visibly through the tree line as she broke the distance between her and the nomad in red. All too often they had found themselves upon this beach, and every time they are responsible for killing the quest mob that kept on popping up. "Why is the quest here?" Celeste would ask the wanderer who'd look back at her. "We keep having to come to this exact spot and every time we do, the fucking crab busts out of the sand and charges us down." The thoughts oozed from her lips as she'd work herself through the problem. Her eyes find themselve

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Charge Refreshed, Vanish Refreshed Seeing the opportune moment, that weapon of hers comes up and right back down against Ugzeke’s back. You would hear him start to scream in rage before bursting out of existence. Falling tip first into the ground, holding herself up it was silent, way too quiet for her liking. Breath was heavy, now she would let herself relax a bit. The threat was gone, “So are we doing anything else” looking to Raidou for reassurance. He simply says, “No, good work everyone. Go home and get some rest. There is still more to do

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Charge CD {2/3}, Vanish CD {2/3} Meters away, he already looked damaged. Celeste just needed to make sure she wasn’t hit by those wild swings. As the woman was running toward the target thinking about how to approach, she suddenly vanishes and appears right in front of him. “SHIT” ducking and instinctually swinging low. Falling face first against the ground. “YEA EAT DIRT YOU PRICK” saying as she jumps back from arms reach like she meant to do exactly what she just did. Arms go weak as she drops the large metal to the ground still holding on. Ce

Standard Recovery +4 EN Flames explode from her as she darts through the sands connecting with some chunks of rocks. Crumbling to the ground as she bashed down against another. These things were completely obtuse. The texture, the color, the amount of strength that it takes just to carve her sword into these things. They were like golems on crack. What the hell did that white haired chick do to them to make it so rough. Glancing to the last, it was a giant black rock… An outburst yells as she swipes up toward it. Upon connection she sees some pebbles fly in Raidou’s direction which he blo

Standard Recovery +4 EN Hearing the woman, it was almost annoying how she just seemed to know stuff. Celeste could have sworn that she looked at the water and there was nothing there before. Letting that rage in gulf her, gripping her weapons hilt tight as suddenly she appears in front of the enemy, taking a swing. Almost teleporting to the next as flames ignite one after the other. They did not burst, they turned to ash that swirled in the winds that Gaius had created. It turned almost black with all the gray dust being sucked in. Glancing back to the woman, she was gone… “Where the hell

Standard Recovery +4 EN Landing right next to her, a few fat worms. Last time they were crabs, what next, beetles or snakes. Regardless, that large metal comes up as she swings wide causing fire to impede every flat surface it could. The flames even hover over the water for a moment before dying out. Any palm tree that was set was now engulfed in flame. It was their fault for being placed where they were. Glancing around there seemed to be a few more in the distance near Raidou. Still was amazed at how he’d grown. That nerd with glasses in school that spoke to no one was now strong enough

Celeste sees the opportunity to move in, but what she was not anticipating was the thing to already be on the ground. The dust from the dried sand created mist that was hard to see through, unknowing what to expect, she still goes in for the attack.. Closing the distance, lifting that heavy cleaver over her right shoulder, swinging a hefty amount using all her momentum to do so before hearing, “Hey watch where you're swinging that…” Eyes widen a bit as the cloud dissipates, find Gaius standing on top of the creature glaring down at her. “Maybe you shouldn’t be standing there where weapons are

“Lium don’t forget to,” cutting her off “Yea I know don’t forget that crate downstairs. Go I got it,” saying as he unravels the rope dropping the ladder down. Celeste hopes off the ledge of the ship, sliding down the side of the roped stairs. Landing to the sands with a huff of dust beneath her feet as she lands. Seeing the others watching her, “What you staring at,” as she walks toward the group. The entrance was completely normal for her so why were they still so surprised about the whole ship travel aspect. Eyes peer to the Nisa woman again. “Fuck, my shits going to break again.” Celeste st