Celeste

Relaxed [1/2] The dulled expression on the girl didn't fade, and yet the fire continue to kindle. It was as if something else was riding her mind, on a sort of defensive autopilot. Yet she held fast against the wall, using her sword to prop her up. The passage of time slowly shows the kindling fade slowly, and with it the light in her eyes seem to return. As if she'd returned home from some far away journey. She collapses over her own weapon, having to lean on it much more readily. Celeste's legs threaten to buckle out, and after she readjusts and pushes herself against that wall she slid

Standard Recovery +4 EN Pushing her feet forward she detaches from the wall and looks up, the entire ceiling of their encounter was gone. It exposes the midday sky and a number of NPC's look down in complete shock, trying to avoid the newly formed crater. Her energy was still not to a level where she should be able to move and yet she seemed to be managing through sheer force of will. As if on autopilot, her eyes glossed over and blank. Bits of stone continue to clatter down and slam into nearly every piece imaginable, even finding puddles to splash into and spray more green gunk around.

Standard Recovery +4 EN Celeste's tank was completely spent, and based on her positioning she only manages to catch a glimpse of Simmone rushing to her aid. But its faint and fuzzy, as her vision kept blurring and going dark. On the verge of falling unconscious she manages to fight her troubled breathing and slaps her face once, enough to give her a single tick of missing HP. With that burn and tingle, she fights the coming tide and starts to push herself up to her feet. Sputtering back into existence the cobalt blue flames start to kindle. Her legs a bit limp yet keep her upright, wiggli

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Fades The smoke still billowing off her shoulders, the woman refused to give in or back down. After all that was the whole point of Freyd's lesson a long time ago. Pushing off the ground with a heavy shove, she manages back to her feet and manages to get another sword art to lit up. A clench of her teeth as the weapon ripped her around with her fervor and she dumps that massive steel right through the target closest to her. The thing is bisected as that heavy section of metal carves right through its lime green body like butter, only

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Charge Refreshed Using the last bit of juice the woman had on tap, her cleaver flares and sparks in small puffs of blue flame. Even her armiger was struggling with her failing strength. It was all she really had left to give. That flame trails up her arms and catches on her shoulders, as if she was burning up all she had left to give. Her arm twists and she releases the handle, sending the cleaver whirling through the air like a giant throwing star. Each rotation screams out in audible *rff rrff* until it slams into the target. Her hand rips out

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Charge CD {2/3} Fighting back the troubled breathing, a slight blessing in the form of some effect from Simmone offers her some respite. Her weapon tears from the ground, as debris from her last attack continues to fall and clatter to the stonework and find itself rolling into the crater she'd left. The cleaver begins to burn a bright red, as bluish flames grace the metal like small bits of kindling. Slime king was now divided into two separate parts, seems that it was do to its attempts to avoid Simmone actually ending it for good. A clever tri

Standard Recovery +4 EN As if right on queue, Celeste knew her target. Ladonia loved this trick after all, numbers. They loved to pour in dozens of troops and try to overwhelm their opposition through mass. Problem was is normally these mooks were just that, pathetic weaklings that could be cut down in droves. Aiming to cut the opposition down to size and prevent the king from reclaiming it she rushes across the chamber. In a surprising and volatile amount of force, her cleaver jumps above her head as she rips it up. It catches in fire, as a burning of blue light sparks in her iris. "FUCK

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed The small chamber fills with a star like light that causes her to shield her vision from view. Using her arm as a barrier, she shakes off the metaphorical sun that had been born within the room. It only lasts a brief moment but it was making her see spots. Blinking, she fights her view back into function as she winces. As soon as her opportuning fired, Wrath in Cardinal spikes in the Vandilire flame. It matched her aggression, and her moxie but was still a wild and untamed bucket of potent energy. Without warning the skill to which she kept accide

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} The wind picks up in the chamber as Gaius stuck to the ceiling like some sort of spider. Feet locked to it as if gravity was merely a suggestion, causes a twist of confusion to paint itself across Celeste's face. What an odd method, this has got to be the first time she'd ever seen something so looney toon occur in the game. Although given the giant Razwell she heaved like a simple table, it wasn't that out of the ordinary. Raking her cleaver it catches in a spark of bluish flames, and with little to no warning, the woman zips through the battlefie

Celeste chuckling still from Gaius's underhanded joke, it was clear that at least this guy had a sense of humor. Unlike the rest of these sticks in the mud. Why had she not grouped up with him before now? Ripping her hand out to her right side, she'd lock eyes with Nisahime as her armiger formed up out of a blue spark of fire. The light builds, as flames begin to scream across its surface and without warning she turns and heaves it like its a small dagger. Whirling through the air, the massive slab of metal slams into her target. Blinking in a sharp trail of slightly transparent blue lines, th

227833 | Starting Stealth Rating (LD 6 + 3 = 9), Failure! Trying her best to mimic Kasumi, Celeste was having nearly none of the same luck. Probably due to the fact she was hefting around in thicker galtean armor and that weapon of hers making her weight value much larger. This made her footfalls that much more clumsy, like a pick up truck through some bushes, she'd try and slip in slowly. Tapping a singular bone with her foot sees it slide across the surface toward the white haired woman, who would immediately turn to greet Celeste with a smile. Stepping out of the shadows knowing that s

Standard Recovery +4 EN Sam seemed to be struggling to keep her head on straight, given whatever bow she was toting around seemed to be physically taxing. Thats when it hit Celeste... When the fuck did she ever see someone with a bow? "Wait a minute..." Celeste looks to the raven haired girl, as a number of monkeys start to pour in from the wall sphincters. Irritated Celeste provides a singular heavy swipe casting a massive wave of heat that burns most of the floating paper into immediate ash, the beasts unlucky to not retreat are immediately reduced to cinders. "The hell did you get that

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +34 HP Next out of the pile is a flaming cleaver first, followed by a very angry red head head. She blinks and one of her eyes are shut tight "Got sand in my fucking eye..." The woman yells as she starts to spit out granular soup. "I have had just about enough." The weapon flares in a bright cobalt blue flame, the entire room fueling with light and heat. "There you are fucker!" Celeste barks in outrage as she sheers across the room at blinding speeds, slamming hard into the thing and sending a spray of sand and fire. The grains transition quickly to

Standard Recovery +4 EN Celeste being the second to react not catching the call from Raidou but can clearly hear Simmone as she beckons for assistance. "Shit, of course they would be beneath us." the woman barks out, realizing that given they were coming up out of the sand they were clearly coming from somewhere below. Blinding across the beach she looks down to see Simmone limping and hearing the flapping of a robe and clangs of metal making connection with something outside of the porthole. Celeste kneels and latches her hand to the rim, swinging around it and tossing herself in at an a

Charge Refreshed! Standard Recovery +4 EN, HYPER +3 EN, HYPER FADES Looking off into the water, the sun just hung there denoting the fact that there was still plenty of daylight being wasted dealing whatever random bullshit seemed to literally pop up out of nowhere. This fact irked Celeste because this was supposed to be a break, instead she was just here doing the same shit except this time it was festive. Who didn't want to rock someone's shit in a pair of tiny shorts that road up her ass crack. "Fuck." Was all she could offer before she starts to walk the length of the beach rather l

Charge CD {2/3}, Rhino's Horn Evasion Penalty Fades Standard Recovery +4 EN, HYPER +3 EN, HYPER [2/3] Filled with a mix of confusion and anger, the woman snaps her HUD open and starts to swap out her gear. Getting into something must more battle ready, as her party began to fan out. There might be a point where Celeste would have charged her down, fuck all forms of caution. Yet from her time playing queen to a bunch of NPC's on floor 26 she now took to a bit of forethought these days. Fighting constant back to back attempts of throwing massive air fortresses at the Galteans by Vex does

Standard Recovery +4 EN, HYPER +3 EN, HYPER [1/3] A turn of the heel as Celeste lands, exhaling a bit from the recent exertion. When what feels like a cool breeze hits her back, and her heartrate seems to lower. A quick jerk sees her lock eyes with Shiina long enough to see a thumbs up. Hesitantly, Celeste lifts a hand and she returns the gesture. A giant crab claw slams toward her, forcing her to break the posture and rip her cleaver up and block the attack. It sends her back, cutting a grove in the sand like a trench. The woman uses her weapon, twisting her grip and shoving the point in

Without warning that woman from a few days ago just seems to pop up out of the woodwork. Straight in from the trees, waltzing in as if she owned the place. Before Celeste could even fully brandish her weapon, her vision is gestured to seeing some large creature rising up out of the beach. "Oh for fucks..." The woman allows the words to escape her, but the venting works to clarify her irritation. Cleaver manifests as her inventory slams shut, locking eyes with the woman as she'd start to walk toward the crab. Horizon on her right, as the music begins to play. Celeste's weapon sparks with flames

Starting Stealth Roll: 226496, LD 4 + 3 = Failure! A day away from the dark and decrepit sewers. As much as the resistance effort was important, when invited to just get away the woman couldn't help but escape for the day. Which begged the question as to why she was invited at all? Her efforts and the guilds hardly aligned and yet, the prompt popped despite the fact. Wearing a simple galtean wrap in shorter sleeves and pants, basically wearing something akin to a tank top and shorts. She'd add a couple things to the blanket, eying the shore as a way to avoid the elephant in the room. The

Standard Recovery +4 EN Grasping the Cardinal in Red, Celeste looks to Sam "Just got to put your back into it I guess." The woman clearly doesn't know her own strength, but given she threw a 30 ft marble statue through the side of a building it would have dawned on her by now. With one arm, the woman tears back and a good chunk of the floor is torn out with it leaving a 2 ft diameter hole in the upper floor. It goes up over her right shoulder and she proceeds to heave it on the north side of the room, catching a small pack of monkeys in the crossfire and catapulting them through the back

Standard Recovery +4 EN "Yeah yeah I see it." She offers in an irritated tone, getting ready to pounce. A twist of her frame sees her suddenly teleport into the air, a blue colored incorporeal streak which seems to happen at completely fucking random. The fact catches her entirely off guard and causes the woman to flip out. A detonation of this rich dark blue flames explode out from her during the strike, as she reforms from a nearly transparent glass like appearance. "The Fuck is that!?" Celeste barks trying to understand why or what the fuck keeps on randomly happening to her. "I just w

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Celeste manages out one final swing before her lungs seem to collapse, the flames on her weapon threatening to go out. "Shit...." She barks out pushing her left hand into her knee, trying to force herself to stand through willpower alone. But the strength just wasn't there. What was worse was it seemed no matter how many they were putting down, more of these creatures just seemed to show. Despite them cutting them down number by number, it seemed they were actually gaining numbers. What started as a trickle seemed like an endless writhing mas

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Caught off guard by the sudden jerk, Celeste cant help but pause. Looking down to her hand, she'd notice it solid yet she could swear for an instant there she was nearly see through. Her eyes quickly dart to scan her proximity and voidlings rushing away to attempt to put themselves out in a panic. Did, Did I do that? the thought races through her noggin, trying to rationalize the fact she'd just bent space time and warped to her cleaver. This causes her to move her attention to the weapon, which was still forming from the explosion. It appear

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Celeste becomes outraged, and on her shoulders proved exactly her intentions. Smoldering is a rich blue heat that mirrored the king to which she replaced, a throne that she'd yet to fully claim. It was wild and untamed, and yet seemed to stick fast to her in an intensity that was hardly matched. Eyes flare up in a stark contrast to her usual, as if torches became her eyes in that same hue. "GET BACK...HERE!" The woman screamed out to the void as more of these denizens rushed them all down like a tide of black. Her shape suddenly started to fl

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Battle Healing +30 HP Celeste about faces and quickly scampers after the white haired woman from earlier that day, as she jumps in some sort of portable hole. "The fuck!?" the galtean queen barks as she tumbles into the tear, immediately assailed by some sort of incorporeal creatures contained within. Her weapon flashes and flares in blue "Get the FUCK out of my WAY!" She shrieks as she tears that cleaver into existence sending a wave of cobalt blue flames out in an echo. The creatures scream in agony as they catch aflame and try to escape the blast. They smolder