Celeste

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.

A shift toward the edge, shows back the entire birth of the floor. Everything within view yet distant, a slight setting sun casting an amber hue over all that it touched. An accomplishment, and hear her side was the japanese style shrine of the three. She only manages but a momentary glance at what was present, before her legs give out. The system takes its toll, and her eyes become immediately black. A forced payment for what she had overspent, and the crest of the eye. The red head was out.

*thud*

Between the lack of a meal and a forced into negative value on her stamina from the trip, she had nothing left. She'd only managed to barely keep sturdy this long, but she had what she sought with that goal given. She had taken what she wanted despite everything telling her no. The dreams that played back, the very dark chamber of myriad doors showed to her. To which she saw everyone that was attempting to slow her down or back. To use her save one. Freyd would have fit nicely in that final room as well.

Sam backed down, and that was all Celeste truly sought. She admitted she was wrong, and that was good enough. "I'd much rather use my time for more important things then wasting durability on a duel. I need these quests complete, I could give a shit less about the rewards because they suck total ass." Celeste spoke as if it wasn't worth her time, but it was a way for her to accept the defusal without admitting that she was weaker. Pride was the girls folly and it would not falter in the slightest. "Keep what you got, I don't really care. It completed my portion. We would have an issue if it didn't" Celeste quipped as she allowed the burning flare on the edge of her weapon to fall away, hefting the section of steel over her right shoulder. Beginning for the door, still slightly off its hinge from where she kicked it down. "What's your name?" she barked out over her shoulder, standing in the door frame. Not many people stood up to her, and that was worth knowing.

Lucas begins to decipher the meaning behind both names, like some sort of nerd. So he was one of the book smart types, kind of explained his taste in clothing. "I will never wear a tiara." Celeste remarks with a snap, and then noticing the fork in her hand she slows. She could at least try, right? The kid clearly didn't mean anything by it, she doesn't even think that he had it in him to mean anything by it. Her parents had named her something pretty, because it brought with it power should they be able to pawn her off. Power was the name of the game after all.

A slow transition from her raised blood, back to an almost sorrowed stare into the slice of cake she hadn't touch since the first bite. "Why are you so damn polite? Why would you give me this after all I said to you." The question was rather honest, as she struggled to put her thoughts to words. The kid had no reason to be this kind, its not as if she did anything to deserve it. She was raised to strike first, strike hard. To show compassion was a weakness, take what you want, and make your presence known. The lessons imparted still rang through her every action. But Lucas was one of the strange ones, where it didn't work in the slightest. The ones that disarm her completely.

Surprised as Freyd lifted her entire frame on one extended arm, holy fuck bounces around in her head like a rubber ball in a small room. She could hardly find the words to reflect his through her exhaustion, her breath not allowing any rebuttal or retort. Not that there was any to be had. She was forced to listen, and struggling to keep in the whispers shadow made the drastic difference between them so blaringly obvious. A release of her appendage sees her pull her arm toward her chest and continue to make strides.

"Come on.  We're nearly there."

A bit more fire in the furnace, as she could almost taste her lungs in her mouth. A slight taste of copper as the game was warning her that she was about to collapse, but she was never one to give up or give in when that shackle began to pull her back. Another wheeze from the girl, struggling to stabilize her breath with heavy intention to continue forward. A mental shove of the veil attempting to claim her sight, a blockage of the pins and needles beneath her heels. Sliding up toward Freyd as she made a slow crawl to him, a reply "Damn...Right...I c-can." 

"I don't really give a crap, and it won't be for long I assure you." Celeste fights back with that same temper. "You stormed in after me, and attempted to steal my kill. That's a shitty thing to do. What are you? Lazy?" Celeste slides closer to Sam and right into her face, despite the height difference. Celeste wasn't one to back down, and she didn't give a flying fuck what level this girl was. If she didn't stand up for herself then she'd purely be weak, and no matter what she'd hold that mentality in the end. If this girl wanted to get into it, Celeste would. It would waste a fair portion of her day, but fuck it. It just meant that she'd be out a little later grinding tonight is all, this was clearly more important to her than any col or items. To set assholes straight when they started being doosh bags, it was how she kept her little high school clique in check.

"I don't know, your name is honestly better. Mine makes me sound like a damn princess." Celeste quipped toward the kid as he dug into his slice of cake, a dollop of white frosting littering the fork. "Why though?" Celeste couldn't help but question his choice in clothing, appearances were everything and his made him look like he was a push over. A swap of his clothes found something less dorky, something that made him look like a person. "There you go, much better." Celeste offered him the reflection and the praise. A lift of her hands out, this kid couldn't be this nice. It is ushered into her hand and she cradles it into her lap staring into it intensely. As if it was poisoned... and it was because of how Celeste had acted. "I don't understand you." She plucks the fork up and jams it into the piece, taking a bite of the stuff. A bit too sweet for her tastes, but she finishes the chunk she'd consumed.

A glance toward Freyd as he continued on completely unfazed, while she was still absolutely drained and barely able to stand. Her axe was dismissed long ago, finding its way into a pocket and never seeing its way free. A sharp cough to remove the tickle in her throat, she reaches out and takes his hand. Not normally one to accept such an offer, her stamina was so destroyed she wasn't thinking at all. "I...Hope....this....leads...somewhere." She struggles out through broken language and troubled breath. The girl wanted to see where this road would lead, despite anything and everything. She was willing to push herself through the fog that was taking hold of her mind. Through the blackening vision and the fatigue in her feet. Not quite pain, but the static and tingling like burning were so blaring it was obvious that she had pushed toward the edge. She wanted what secret he held.

Concentration CD [1/3], ID# 187475 results: Craft: 8 [Safe]

"Who are you and why are you hear, did you just steal my kill?" Celeste spoke with a slight trail of red bleeding behind her eyes as she turns, a ripe sense of fury keeping a strange skill still in activation. That would have to come later, first thing first.

A tap of her handle like tightening her grip around a bat, the weapon detonates in a red aura. It has coil like strings that swim around its edge, a powerful but barely tamed energy. One broad stroke sees the remaining hounds shred to pieces that flop and flounder across the floor as they pass, a lingering trail in red that stuck around like a glowstick in the dark. They explode one after another like small cluster bombs, sending sprays of digital pieces in reds and blues. "So explain it to me, I am all ears." Celeste drops the head of her axe into the ground with enough heft that tiny sparks and fragments are scattered from its weight. A glare on her brow as she cut lines through Haine's face.

Lumberjack [x3/AoE], -7 EN (3 + 4 {2 Targets Struck})

ID# 187312 results: Battle: 7+3=10, Hit vs. Hell Hound #5 dealing 11x3=33 DMG
ID# 187313 results: Battle: 5+3=8, Hit vs. Hell Hound #6 dealing 11x3=33 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:380/380 | EN:21/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12
Haine | HP:1490/1490 | EN:134/146 | DMG:19 | MIT:79 | EVA:1 | ACC:4 | HLY:6 | BRN:36 | PHASE:1 | BH:74

Mobs:
Hell Hound #5 | HP:30/30 | DMG:50
Hell Hound #6 | HP:30/30 | DMG:50

Concentration CD [1/3]

"Who the fuck are you?" Celeste quips with an aggressive snap toward the girl, ripping her axe back and heaving it across the chamber into the king. The rattle of a crown falling as it rolls, the king himself thrust into the back wall past its throne with a violent jerk. The axe still stuck in it as it slides down, falling on its side. Celeste walks to it and jams a booted heel into the dying creature. "Nothing personal, just had a hit for your head." she speaks as she clutches the handle of her weapon and rips it clean in a spray of red data. Now was to figure out who the hell this other player was, that just showed up out of virtually nowhere at what looked to be to steal her kill. That shit wouldn't fly, this was her quest and she'd see it through to the end. Leaning down and scooping up a still fading crown, she heaves it into the ground causing it to shatter.

Explode Catapult [x14/AoE], -16 EN (14 + 2 {1 Targets Struck})

ID# 187309 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical [+1 DMG] vs. Treant King dealing 12x14=168-75=93 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:380/380 | EN:1/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12
Sam | HP:840/840 | EN:63/82 | DMG:16 | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | REC:2

Mobs:
Treant King | HP:-92/150 | DMG:25 | MIT:75

A cough as her energy pool dwindled, Freyd still seemed so positively unfazed throughout. A choke as she pushed to quell her unstable breath. "The peak..." She steeled her mind using that as a focal point. The mobs were so damn durable that she felt as though she was barely tickling them with each swing, and only a handful passed through before she had to break into something weaker. Like fleeting strength she could feel it all fall away once her stamina was empty. 

Her feet felt heavy as they burned a trail in front of her, the weapon limply dragging at her side. It was almost instant and immediate that he had pushed her to the game induced limits, her vision almost blurring from the exhaustion. Like an echo down a long hall, the sounds around her became distorted and distant. A flare of anger, of moxie, and determination kept her upright. Fighting back the trail of trickling senses and latching onto the strings keeping her conscious. "Holy shit, are we there yet?" She didn't understand what the destination was, with a shake of her head to try and break loose the curtain that was falling over her eyes.

Almost taken back by the offer, unsure how to process it from the guy. He was max level, so Celeste was sure that his pace. Was a nightmare to follow. "Someone I can trust?" Celeste stirred the notion on her tongue, the thought echoing the statement. Following in his strides, his footsteps would surely be a challenge. That the red head was sure of. Raising to her feet and dusting off the bits of sand still stuck to her backside, as bits of it became dislodged from the belt around her waist. A memory played back to what little they shared, and in every instant she felt as she was behind him. It was as motivating as it was obvious and irritating. Looking through the man and past him until she comes to focus, dropping the handle of her axe into the dust. She outstretches a right hand toward him. "Deal." She was willing to make a deal with the devil for what she sought, and learn to play the fiddle.

Laying out a pile of mats and coin, ushering them one after another to Damien still tending his campfire. A savory smell lingered from the pot, giving him every low tier object she had been able to find to reimburse his ability to work. The rest she'd just have to make up with coin. After a short exchange with him, little words spoken but a few points and gestures she had quite the pile of buffs in her inventory. This would give her quite a few days worth of pow wows in spider hell, and she couldn't be more pleased.

Breakfast Fry | PROTEIN II | [178113-1] | [178115-1] (4*T1 Materials)
Crème Brûlée | ACCURACY II | [176305] | [176307] (2*T1 Materials)
Berry Crumb Bars | LOOT DIE III | [177995] | [178000] | [178001] (2*T1 Materials/1000*Col)
Smores | EVASION II | [175580] (1*T1 Materials)
Mousse | PROSPERITY III | [175598-1] | [175598-2] | [176126-1] (1500*Col)

Totals:
9*T1 Materials
2500*Col

Her head twisted a bit "I do this solo because no one can keep up. Everyone I party with usually bitches about the pace I take. Lazy shit heads." Celeste remarked as she tilted away from him. "They were slowing me down." She'd tried but no one shared her ambition. "Why do you think I am doing all this? So I won't run out of energy all the damn time. I have no idea what the hell to do once I am tapped." Her demeanor shifts into the calmest she'd ever been seen, thinking and dwelling in that weird spot of her memory.

She begins to speak "Not going to lie to you, I was having some serious what if scenarios playing through my head during our little battle with those gemini." It had been on her mind since then, contemplating what would and could happen if she were to empty out and the thing was still alive afterward. There was no back up plan, Celeste wasn't one to think that far ahead. All that ambition and desire was emotion alone, not a whole lot of forethought went into it. Dusting off her shoulder and avoiding eye contact she sprawls out a bit in the sand, again getting lost in the conversation and forgetting to check her energy.

"Lucas, the names Celeste." she dropped rather loosely as if a side conversation. "Yeah, it would be rude." She'd pause and lean forward looking at him as her eyes trailed up and down. "Right a safe zone, you're on point. I have no idea what you're capable of." She couldn't tell if that was supposed to be a threat or not, but she was pleased regardless. "There you go. I'll take that slice of cake now." Celeste quipped beckoning him to the rim of the fountain. "And change your damn clothes, something that doesn't look like you're out of an 80's commercial for cereal please." Moving for the rim and folding her legs in front of her, hiding that exposure between her thighs she slinks forward and eyes him expectantly. She kinda wanted to hear this kids story, there was something about how so comatose sweet he was even under pressure. The girl had been outright mean intentionally and despite it all he kept completely calm. A couple of those last ones came off as threats, maybe he was one of those silent conniving types. The ones that brewed for a while before setting your shit on fire.

"What the fuck." She just drops the words like a pile of stones, looking toward the snake again as it flickered away. Did he just pop out of that thing? Celeste had yet to realize that Freyd had stealth. "Damn right I do." Celeste snapped her head back to look to him "I got to smash my face against things until my stats don't blow ass." It was blunt in her signature fashion, allowing the axe to fall off limply to one side. "I don't really know where the hell it is though, just yunno. Around." Celeste dropped on her ass and forced the EN recovery to start up. "I am not surprised that you're still floating around, if those Gemini were any indicator your basically immortal." A grumble beneath her breath "max level." A drop of her head back makes her hair pour off the back of her, staring into the sky as sand found itself lodged in the layers of her clothes.

Eyeing him curiously with a pile of shit in her arms she was struggling to shove somewhere in this yard sale style cupboard. "Organizing would require me to give a shit." Celeste offered rather precariously dumping them on a spot, allowing about a third of the crap to fall onto the floor. "Sure, knock yourself out. I don't even know what half these are." Celeste spoke honestly, holding a hand out to accept the bag from him. She didn't right care how much she got for them, and with those gone, she'd have more space to cram more odds and ends she found out there. She had no clue that Freyd's shop was where she was constantly pestering Quip, just on the mirrored peak of Angel's point.

Offer Accepted (Shit above)