Celeste

As was becoming customary for the final of the pack, to rush head first into a waiting slab of steel with its name tattooed on its side. It does, and before it can even get a shot in against Celeste it is smeared into the wind faster then it could even get close. The girl was getting rather efficient, that determination of hers to ascend the ranks finally amounting to something. She was getting better, and was starting to become aware of the fact. But it still wasn't good enough for her, given that once again she was completely tapped the fuck out. She just had to pick the most energy deficit inducing weapon class, but it suited her and now she was paying the price for that choice. At least she had some cash to show for it, unsure what to do with it as she had long cleared the cost of a house by now.

Explode Catapult [x14/AoE], -16 EN (14 + 2 {1 Targets Struck}), Concentration Activated {+1 Accuracy}, Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 186116 results: Battle: 8+3+1=12, Hit vs. Money Ghost #13 dealing 11x14=154 DMG

Loot Rolls:
ID# 186117 results: Craft: 3, Loot: 1

Players:
Celeste | HP:342/380 | EN:3/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Money Ghost #13 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57

Total Loot:
12474*Col
42*T3 Materials
T3 Rare Weapon #185907a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185907b
T3 Rare Trinket #185909a
T3 Rare Trinket #185987a
T3 Rare Trinket #185988a
T3 Rare Armor/Shield #186005a
T3 Rare Weapon #186091a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186091b
T3 Rare Consumable #186092a
T3 Rare Weapon #186092b
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186093a
T3 Rare Trinket #186113a
T3 Rare Trinket #186114a
T3 Rare Consumable #186115a
T3 Rare Armor/Shield #186115b

That shrill sound beckons them all to rush at her from any places they were hiding, and with one fell swoop they are scattered to every which way imaginable. Such was Celeste's grinding, just making a visual shit show of color and creature pieces. There was but one remaining, always that one that just hung back and watched the rest of the idiots get decimated in a blink of an eye. Sizing him up and offering him a goading hand extended on her wrist. "Come here, I got something to show you." She ushers it closer forcing its high pitch growling to a close. It eyes her intently, locking eyes with the red head toting a gnarly axe. It was looking for the opportunity to get at her skin, seeing into some opening that it could exploit. Would it even be able to find one? A further question was if it would be one Celeste made deliberatly to bait it in.

Explode Catapult [x14/AoE], -20 EN (14 + 6 {3 Targets Struck})

ID# 186109 results: Battle: 2+3=5, Missed vs. Money Ghost #13
MOB: 6-1=5, Missed vs. Celeste
ID# 186110 results: Battle: 3+3=6, Hit vs. Money Ghost #14 dealing 11x14=154 DMG
ID# 186111 results: Battle: 4+3=7, Hit vs. Money Ghost #15 dealing 11x14=154 DMG
ID# 186112 results: Battle: 4+3=7, Hit vs. Money Ghost #16 dealing 11x14=154 DMG

Loot Rolls:
ID# 186113 results: Craft: 5, Loot: 8
ID# 186114 results: Craft: 9, Loot: 10
ID# 186115 results: Craft: 6, Loot: 16

Players:
Celeste | HP:342/380 | EN:18/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Money Ghost #13 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #14 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #15 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #16 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57

Total Loot:
12012*Col
38*T3 Materials
T3 Rare Weapon #185907a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185907b
T3 Rare Trinket #185909a
T3 Rare Trinket #185987a
T3 Rare Trinket #185988a
T3 Rare Armor/Shield #186005a
T3 Rare Weapon #186091a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186091b
T3 Rare Consumable #186092a
T3 Rare Weapon #186092b
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186093a
T3 Rare Trinket #186113a
T3 Rare Trinket #186114a
T3 Rare Consumable #186115a
T3 Rare Armor/Shield #186115b

Echoing crashes caused what little fauna in the area around them to rush away, but not from the thick seaweed color leaves here. The forest of memories was absent of sound outside what was produced from the conflict. Ripping a chunk out of this thing into a spray of red pixels, the fucking thing was still standing as she dropped a heavy foot into its stomach to break her weapon free. "What the fuck is with these, normally they just die. Now its like they are on overdrive. I am damn near tapped out, I've been running on empty for a hot minute." She barks out with a bit of sweat rushing down the sides of her face, struggling to keep her breathing equal. This dude was no fucking joke, over here she felt like she was going to pass the fuck out, and he didn't even seem bothered in the slightest.

OOC EN Regen {Relaxed} Triggered: Full EN Restore, +10 HP

Twisting the trinket over to inspect its underbelly, it was mirrored on both sides. With a shrug, Celeste cups it in her hand and jams it into her pockets with the other odd ball things she found. The girl was a regular metal detector it seemed, finding all sorts of obtuse bobbles to clutter her shop with. There was a myriad of strange little toys already present, what was one more? A lift of her axe to her right shoulder makes it shutter a bit under its weight. With a rather solid thunk it drops on her neck, it seems that tiny respite was what she needed. This weapon surely was kicking her ass sideways with its heft, she appreciated the ass whoopin' it could dish out, but she could barely swing the damn thing as a result. At least for now, she was raring to go again. Placing her left hand to her lips, she'd whistle and draw the attention of anything nearby.

ID# 186097 results: Loot: 4, Failure!

"A concussion, sure. Seems like a waste of effort if you can just slaughter them all instead. Also I wont be asking about what you've going on in your pants either, you may just be the manliest woman I've ever met." To Celeste seemed like an unnecessary extra step to reach the same goal. If they weren't strong enough, then it would have been wise to not bite off more than you can chew and she wasn't about to take an earnest eye to see what privates this guy/girl could have. Gender wasn't really relevant here, and she was sure he was a dude despite that last comment.

"I am up for it, maybe we can kill more then like a handful that way. I run out of juice almost immediately, it blows ass. I've been killing the damn things on the daily, and no matter what there is always more of the bastards. I ain't complaining, they are toting around quite the dosh. But there's got to be some reason for them just popping up without an end. Fastest spawn rate I've found yet." She was brutally honest with him, Celeste had no reason to beat around the bush about it. "Mine just looked like a whole fuck load of people, they never look the same. No one I recognize, but they clearly look like players, that someone jabbed a bendy straw into their heads and sucked out all the color. Some have claws occasionally, others actually use weapons that are that same gradient of gray."

OOC EN Regen {Relaxed} [1/2], +10 HP

Burrowing a nice slice at her left side, dragging her axe as she more then emptied most of what she had in that last exchange. Her eyes set upon something left behind, a small tooth on a bit of leather string. Black leather, and the tooth a curved like fang. "Another weird drop left behind?" Celeste plucks it from the floor with a curiosity, unsure of the motive behind it. Every so often something lingered behind, left over from them that was not added to her inventory immediately like the others. It was as if they were special or held some hidden meaning. The red head was not inclined to dig any deeper into the gravity, and was content with tossing them on the pile of crap in her shop. If it was important someone else could deal with it, after paying for them of course. That was her method.

ID# 186096 results: Loot: 20, Success!
+1 T3 Material Obtained!

Concentration Refreshed

Disturbing that ring seemed to trigger something, as an entire group of the things barrel out of the woods like bats out of hell. A flash of light flares on her left shoulder, and a single cataclysmic tear through the air sees everything reduced to vapor in its wake. "Serves you right, this is mine." Celeste remarks as they all vanish to a sea of rewards and data, her weapon falling into the dirt with a thud after the energy dissipates. A slump of her shoulders as she knew what it meant, that she was back to walking around and killing time like a damn child while she waited for the door bell to tell her dinner was ready to dig in. A sigh follows soon after, as the red head simply drags the axe at her side in a slack grip. It burns a nice size groove in the dust as she travels.

Explode Catapult [x14/AoE], -22 EN (14 + 8 {4 Targets Struck})

ID# 186087 results: Battle: 6+3=9, Hit vs. Money Ghost #9 dealing 11x14=154 DMG
ID# 186088 results: Battle: 4+3=7, Hit vs. Money Ghost #10 dealing 11x14=154 DMG
ID# 186089 results: Battle: 3+3=6, Hit vs. Money Ghost #11 dealing 11x14=154 DMG
ID# 186090 results: Battle: 10, Major Critical [+2 DMG] vs. Money Ghost #12 dealing 13x14=182 DMG

Loot Rolls:
ID# 186091 results: Craft: 5, Loot: 11
ID# 186092 results: Craft: 3, Loot: 16
ID# 186093 results: Craft: 2, Loot: 7
ID# 186094 results: Craft: 1, Loot: 5

Players:
Celeste | HP:322/380 | EN:16/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Money Ghost #9 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #10 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #11 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #12 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57

Total Loot:
9086*Col
33*T3 Materials
T3 Rare Weapon #185907a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185907b
T3 Rare Trinket #185909a
T3 Rare Trinket #185987a
T3 Rare Trinket #185988a
T3 Rare Armor/Shield #186005a
T3 Rare Weapon #186091a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186091b
T3 Rare Consumable #186092a
T3 Rare Weapon #186092b
T3 Uncommon Consumable #186093a

She eyed over her shoulder toward the guy, his stomach, making some very obtuse and unorthodox movement. "You smuggling a cat in that bag?" As she looked him once over for good measure. "Could have fooled me, you strolled up out of nowhere and drew everything in the vicinity to target you. Cowards don't do that." Her vision trains back to the campfire as she could tell he wasn't joking, completely unaware of the passage of time. She was waiting for something to come that already had, her stamina was recovered a while ago.

"Tell me about it, your in some serious shit. Most I've had to deal with is giant bugs and monkeys. But you're like walking the line of the crazy shit." Wait, there was something at that last bit. "Wait Gemini in the woods? That's not on floor 22 is it? That creepy forest with those weird colorless fucks. They look like a bunch of players with all the color sucked out of them. Is that what those damn things are?" It had been bugging her for a while, the eerie forest with no sound being audible in its confines, this dude looked knowledgeable enough to know about it. "The front lines, one day I'll be up there making few stains myself. Reaping the rewards I deserve, instead of scrounging on the fringe out here like a damn peasant." So this guy was a pusher, one of the group that was working to clear the game on the razors edge. Celeste was a bit envious.

Her gaze shifts from an obvious resting bitch face to a rather placid deadpan "You must be joking, that's what you came up with kid?" He looked so damn nervous, the way he turns and just starts to fiddle in his pockets. Celeste almost felt bad for him all of the sudden, was she the first girl he'd ever spoken to? It was kind of pathetic. "How old are you? And why exactly are you dressed like that?" Celeste asked again, the NPC hesitantly extending his purchase close for him to take.

The girl was making a scene, and eyes were on them both. The town of Delilah was a rather droll place, so any sort of excitement like an argument was front and center. Her glare pierced right through his chest, and in a way she was enjoying this little exchange. It took her back to before the game, there was always the nerdy kid to pick on. This kid oozed the same sort of passive aura that she found pleasure in. She'd wait for the answer, seeking some sort of rebuttal as she clipped the edges of his appearance looking for that fight back.

OOC EN Regen {Relaxed} Triggered: Full EN Restore, Concentration CD [2/3], +10 HP

As she walked a glimmer out of the corner of her eye catches her attention. A pause in her step as she turns to face it, moving up to greet it. Folding at her waist and reaching out with her left hand, she clutches the edge of a small tarnished ring of brass. It looked as though it used to have a gemstone that was long lost, it was a little filthy. "Weird." Celeste quips looking out at her surroudings, seeing if she could spot the matching gem. There was nothing to find, and with a toss up and rip out the air it is deposited into her pocket. Who knew, maybe this thing would fetch some coin in its own right. It wouldn't do anything for her, but maybe someone would find value enough in it to purchase it off of her from that store room she had set up.

ID# 186020 results: Loot: 18, Success!
+1 T3 Material Obtained!

OOC EN Regen {Relaxed} [1/2], Concentration CD [1/3], +10 HP

With a bit of exhausted effort, she handles that heavy cleaver back behind her shoulder. It slides behind her head and is anchored there. Celeste begins to head to greener pastures, pushing away from this place that she had just made a mess of the spawns. Else she'd be racked with maybe one or two dudes to greet her cries for attention and that shit wouldn't fly in the slightest. She needed full packs to keep her gains on the level. How else would she continue to make her wallet nice and fat, ready to deal with whatever she wished to purchase? That promise of easy currency made this all the more sweeter, even though she was simply pushing herself and testing her might after every quest. It still wasn't good enough though, once she was done tapping out after every damn encounter. Then she'd finally be good enough, this game was unruly and kicking her ass.

ID# 186019 results: Loot: 10, Failure!

Once it was done with its pseudo meal from its claws it begins to sprint toward her again. With a feint it starts to jump, and Celeste kicks back the weapon and slides back on her feet. Catching the thing with a homerun style swing in its midsection. The blow strikes hard enough to create a crash of thunder, making the trees nearby shake softly from the sound. In a scatter of stars the pieces explode outward like water from a hose. In an instant she's assailed by the parts that blowback from the attack, that flop to the floor before dispersing and returning promptly to the system which produced them. Easy kill once the little bastard couldn't avoid it. The trick about being in the air, is changing course was all but a bitch. That was the ticket that had purchased his ass a one way trip to hell, as her axe head fell.

Explode Catapult [x14/AoE], -16 EN (14 + 2 {1 Targets Struck}), Concentration Activated {+1 Accuracy}, Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 186003 results: Battle: 10, Major Critical [+2 DMG] vs. Money Ghost #8 dealing 13x14=182 DMG

Loot Roll:
ID# 186005 results: Craft: 11, Loot: 12

Players:
Celeste | HP:302/380 | EN:2/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Money Ghost #8 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57

Total Loot:
6622*Col
20*T3 Materials
T3 Rare Weapon #185907a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185907b
T3 Rare Trinket #185909a
T3 Rare Trinket #185987a
T3 Rare Trinket #185988a
T3 Rare Armor/Shield #186005a

Rushing her down and lunging over the attack that follows, clipping the side of her face as it passed over the horizontal arc. It appeared to be a deft little fuck, and Celeste despite the damage sustained couldn't be more thrilled. She liked it when they struggled and fought back, instead of just becoming parts that rain from the sky. Following through with a few steps, she corrects and squares off with it, as the thing licks the claws upon its hand that had made the connection. An attempt at inducing fear no doubt, but it was all but lost on the bloodthirsty Celeste. She was enjoying this little exchange between them as much as the reward she got from the easy kills prior. It would only be a matter of time once she landed that attack, and that smirk that it wore would be quickly wiped off its stupid face.

Explode Catapult [x14/AoE], -20 EN (14 + 6 {3 Targets Struck}), Missed -2 EN

ID# 185997 results: Battle: 1, Critical Miss vs. Money Ghost #8
MOB: 7-1=6, Hit vs. Celeste dealing 57-18=39 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:302/380 | EN:17/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Money Ghost #8 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57

Concentration Refreshed!

As they rush out, like before one stands idle and just bellows into the tree line above. The rest are pounded in an instant to pieces, leaving nothing behind but the tiny fractals of data that bounce off every structure in a spray. A wash of that red light causes Celeste to vanish into the blanket that it produces, cutting them all down in a blink of an eye. This was her element after all, slaughtering entire droves in one single isolated swing. What comes after is the additions that flood her notifications, showing a slew of crap being jammed into her inventory in that instant. But her eyes were affixed to the last remaining goon that was still left to handle. She whistles causing it to stop its yelling, which causes it to stop and glare at her. "Come on, I don't have all day. Comm'ere and get some."

Explode Catapult [x14/AoE], -20 EN (14 + 6 {3 Targets Struck})

ID# 185978 results: Battle: 3+3=6, Hit vs. Money Ghost #5 dealing 11x14=154 DMG
ID# 185979 results: Battle: 10, Major Critical [+2 DMG] vs. Money Ghost #6 dealing 13x14=182 DMG
ID# 185982 results: Battle: 10, Major Critical [+2 DMG] vs. Money Ghost #7 dealing 13x14=182 DMG
ID# 185983 results: Battle: 1, Critical Miss vs. Money Ghost #8
MOB: 7-1=6, Hit vs. Celeste dealing 57-18=39 DMG

Loot Rolls:
ID# 185987 results: Craft: 9, Loot: 7
ID# 185988 results: Craft: 11, Loot: 18
ID# 185989 results: Craft: 5, Loot: 2

Players:
Celeste | HP:341/380 | EN:18/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Money Ghost #5 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #6 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #7 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #8 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57

Total Loot:
5544*Col
18*T3 Materials
T3 Rare Weapon #185907a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185907b
T3 Rare Trinket #185909a
T3 Rare Trinket #185987a
T3 Rare Trinket #185988a

OOC EN Regen {Relaxed} Triggered: Full EN Restore, Concentration CD [2/3]

The sound of the brush giving way and allowing her passage, she finds another clearing like the one prior. A fit place to swing the bat, to cut down an entire group of mobs in a single cataclysmic blow. A smile finds itself to her lips. It would suffice, and the promise of another test with another reward was all too sweet to the tongue. These little drops at the end of the day were the icing on whatever cake she decided to bake for each day. After all, most the rewards from the quests she kept pounding her way through had such pathetic rewards outside of the experience it gave her, so this was a way to bridge the gap. A notification pops which beckons her axe back into her clutches. It was time to make a damn mess, and Celeste couldn't be happier at the fact. A rack of the first nearby tree calls out to her surroundings.

ID# 185964 results: Loot: 11, Failure!

"Really" She could sense the tone of that last inquiry, as if she had just made a very obvious 'no shit sherlock' moment. "Hey man you brought it up, I set the record straight. I go by Celeste in here. I ain't that angry, I just don't put up with bullshit." Gesturing to the small bar on her screen "Like that, bullshit." A drop of the handle of her weapon finds it thud to her side, as she looks into the fire and speaks to Freyd on her peripheral. "Call me Celeste, Freyd. Call me red and you remind me of those idiots that find it an endearing way to make a shot inside my pants." Catching just a glimpse of the man beneath the batman style mask, so there was someone under all those bed sheets. Instead of a huge pile of october spirits desperate to be heard and be different. "So Freyd, you don't strike me as one of those cowards that hide from everything. How goes the rat race?"

OOC EN Regen {Relaxed} [1/2], Concentration CD [1/3]

An exhale to kick that little timer online, to force her stamina to begin to recover. Celeste makes motions to make a move, heading deeper into the canopy and toward anything else that may lay dormant within it. She'd much rather not be caught with her pants down or worse: Find the place empty and use her time to sit there and waste it hoping for more to fight. In these cases moving around and seeking out the next group she'd immediately smear every which way was the optimal course of action. By constantly moving she was never targeting the same spawns, which kept them fat and worth the effort. That was the ideal, so these little times between were best spent moving to the next instead of standing around with a thumb up her ass. The rustle of brush shows as she passes through, and a near silent but determined step sees her moving more eastern.

ID# 185912 results: Loot: 11, Failure!

"Hold still you little shit." Celeste kicks it square in its head, knocking it down to a flailing ball of hisses and sharp nails. A single slam of fury slams into its chest and causes it to wrap up toward her face, as if it was being drowned. It's arms outstretch before losing strength and falling to its sides. Celeste drops her heel just beneath her weapons head and begins to rock it back and forth like removing it from wood on a chopping block. "Got you." A sudden jerk frees it from the beasts ribcage, revealing that red glimmer and wireframe under its skin. It fades away, the corpse joining the system to be respawned. Celeste's annoying ticker makes sure to alert her to how low her energy was. Her eyes narrow in irritation, because of course she was out of energy now. That was the typical state of affairs.

Screw Dimension [x12], -12 EN, Concentration Activated {+1 Accuracy}, Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 185910 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical [+1 DMG] vs. Money Ghost #4 dealing 12x12=144 DMG, Applying BLD 12/2

Money Ghost #4 sustains 12 from BLD and expires before its action!

Loot Roll:
ID# 185911 results: Craft: 10, Loot: 5

Players:
Celeste | HP:380/380 | EN:2/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Money Ghost #4 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57

Total Loot:
2926*Col
10*T3 Materials
T3 Rare Weapon #185907a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185907b
T3 Rare Trinket #185909a

A lift of one of her eyebrows at that last comment, "So what it's like a giant key that when you shove it in someone you unlock their death?" The little sound produced caused her to look around a bit as if to seek out the voices. "The hell was that? You hear that?" It made her feel a bit crazy, looking back to dude for some confirmation from him. "I swear I heard something." Her eyes scan about and there was nothing to greet her back. "If you say so." Celeste changes subject rather quickly, not wanting to be a nutter. The truth was she'd been heaving this slab of metal quite a bit and even still it was a pile of total ass on her itty bitty stamina pool. Something about that choice in her weapon matched with her recklessness just made it a bitch to handle. "What's the reason you choose to look like that? I don't have a reason. I just like red dude." Her energy was back, but she hadn't even noticed yet. Celeste was somehow stuck on this strange encounter with this walking portable hole that talked back.

Concentration Refreshed!

Into that tree line as before, racking her weapon on the nearest tree. She yells "Dinner time stupid fucks, come get spanked!" and as if a response they storm out of nooks and crannies toward the red head. She sports a grin and dumps a heavy blow toward the moving pack. One drops and slides beneath the attack as the others evaporate beneath the tide of crimson. Pieces of them rain across Celeste as they are clipped in parts and flow past in a clatter. The screaming prompts on the side of her screen are dismissed as she focuses on the one that had evaded. It howls and shifts around her legs on all fours like a feral animal. It looked like a player as if looked at through a black and white television. It avoids two more attempts at its back from Celeste, bobbing and weaving through the attempted blows that find purchase into the soil below.

Explode Catapult [x14/AoE], -20 EN (14 + 6 {3 Targets Struck})

ID# 185903 results: Battle: 5+3=8, Hit vs. Money Ghost #1 dealing 11x14=154 DMG
ID# 185904 results: Battle: 4+3=7, Hit vs. Money Ghost #2 dealing 11x14=154 DMG
ID# 185905 results: Battle: 8+3=11, Hit vs. Money Ghost #3 dealing 11x14=154 DMG
ID# 185906 results: Battle: 1, Critical Miss vs. Money Ghost #4
MOB: 6-1=5, Missed vs. Celeste!

Loot Rolls:
ID# 185907 results: Craft: 7, Loot: 11
ID# 185908 results: Craft: 9, Loot: 2
ID# 185909 results: Craft: 10, Loot: 9

Players:
Celeste | HP:380/380 | EN:13/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Money Ghost #1 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #2 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #3 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57
Money Ghost #4 | HP:154/154 | DMG:57

Total Loot:
2156*Col
8*T3 Materials
T3 Rare Weapon #185907a
T3 Uncommon Consumable #185907b
T3 Rare Trinket #185909a

Celeste moves to floor 22 [To murder things for cash]

Concentration CD [2/3]

Discarding the empty bottle, making a mental note to pick up a couple more of these fluids of hers. To the warp gate, she hops onto it. A murmur of a location and it alights, casting her upward in a flash of bluish energy. Landing in that town on the water's edge, the lake with its massive butthole and the NPC who seem to care not at all as if nothing had changed. She removes the little lucky charm and shoves it into her pocket, her statistics updating on the fly with its removal. "Time for some cash, to make up for that setback." Celeste quips ushering toward the exit, past the goofs who just hid out here instead of doing anything productive. That quest's rewards blew ass, but at least the free XP was cool, it was just a bit more before she'd be quite the firestorm and it was exciting.

Gear Swapped: Red Omamori [T1/Trinket/Perfect] - Loot Dice 3 to Red Woven Wave - Stampede [T1/Light Armor/Perfect]: Mitigation 2, Evasion 1

New Block: 
Celeste | HP:380/380 | EN:32/38 | DMG:11 | MIT:18 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12

"Testing ground, you know what. That makes sense." She offered rather plainly, closing that menu down a bit perturbed at the lack of any reward from the carcasses she spread everywhere. "I usually use somewhere higher, get something out of it in the meantime. These fucks weren't even worth the swing." Eyeing the dude as he jabbed away at the limbs and bits of bandit as they began to evaporate. "I like this." She offered peeling the front of her clothes forward with a tug before a release sees it snap back. "At least I got a bit of flare, you look like you fell in a vat of black paint." With that second one she smiled, the back and forth spitting fire was kinda her thing. A turn of her axe over and drop of its head into the ground as it's peeled off her lap. "Yeah, and it's fucking heavy. I can barely toss it around like twice before the game starts to complain at me like a damn buzzer. The hell is yours even?" She eyed that sword of his, and it was just this black stuck in a twisting glow stick on a handle.

Concentration CD [1/3]

The small blossom of a vibrant purple flower sees Celeste to rush it down. The thing was attempting to sprout and all Celeste can offer is "No" slamming the ground where it was attempting to grow. The top falls off and beneath the soil you could hear a muffled pop. The quest objective updates to Deliver the Ovule to Mary Anne. "Fine, as long as its the last damn thing." Scooping off that huge purple flower, assuming that since it remained it was the thing.

The thing she had to carry back to the NPC that was treating her like a mail man.

Handing it off to the brunette in the town of beginnings, the rest of the day was now hers. A twist of her face, unsure what she wished to make of it. On the rim of the fountain, watching the idiots mill about almost bumping into each other. She quaffs a crimson red brew from her inventory a bit of it dribbling down her chin.

Smash [x2], -2 EN

ID# 185901 results: Battle: 8+3=11, Hit vs. Nepent Variant #1 dealing 11x2=22-5=17 DMG

Loot Roll:
ID# 185902 results: Loot: 19+3=22 [Nepent Ovule Obtained!]

Players:
Celeste | HP:380/380 | EN:31/38 | DMG:11 | ACC:3 | LD:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Nepent Variant #1 | HP:15/15 | DMG:10 | MITI:5 | FULL PHASE (9-10)

This little forest filled with a whole slew of tiny wastes of time, Celeste took something for just a cake walk of easy experience gains. Finding her way out to this test site for new players to cut their respective teeth on the field boss mechanics of Aincrad. Springing out of the floor like digletts were these blendered collectives of vines and flower pieces. With a shrug and a slam of her weapon between them reduces them to ash in the blink of an eye. "That it?" as her attention shifts to her quest on the side. Nope, wasn't it. "Oh variant got it." Celeste replies to the condition, taking an inhale through her nostrils. Guess there was some other thing she needed to grind to a fine powder, and with such a weak swing she could go at this all day. "Show yourself you little fuck, I got shit to do today."

Whirlwind [x2/AoE], -6 EN (2 + 4 {2 Targets Struck}), Concentration Activated (+1 Accuracy), Concentration CD [0/3]

ID# 185899 results: Battle: 3+3+1=7, Hit vs. Nepent #1 dealing 2x11=22 DMG
ID# 185900 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical [+1 DMG] vs. Nepent #2 dealing 3x11=33 DMG

Players:
Celeste | HP:380/380 | EN:32/38 | DMG:11 | ACC:3 | LD:3 | BLD:12

Mobs:
Nepent #1 | HP:7/7 | DMG:3
Nepent #2 | HP:7/7 | DMG:3

OOC EN Regen [1/2], Concentration CD [2/3]

A mess made, she takes the camp for her own taking the first available seat at her side. "The hell you mean hypocritical?" something about that comment had dug under her skin, making her immediately look to her clothes. She liked this one, he wasn't afraid to counter it like the girls she'd become accustom. "So what brings you out here, stretch? You weren't following me were you?" Celeste asked with a twist of her head, as the campfire lit up one side of her face. The tiny ticker of her stamina slowly climbing on her peripheral. Dude did just appear out of fucking nowhere, who knew how long he'd been back there just. Being edgy. A shift of her finger opens her HUD, and her head sinks. These damn things were too weak to drop anything, a bunch of urchins without any coin to fall out of those piñata. It was fun but short, and at the end of it all. It was damn near worthless.