Celeste

Standard Recovery +4 EN The round of applause doesn't detract Celeste from continuing her assault upon this creature, as the woman's appearance scatters in an ethereal tear. Her very solidarity is called into question as a mirage version of her blinks out from her body and seeks out the target before she does. As soon it is within striking distance however, Celeste suddenly takes its place and gains full color instead of the almost transparent glass like appearance of the duplicate. A sudden discharge of cobalt blue as she tears the wash in cardinal across the Slime King with surprising f

Hyperactive has faded The goading and the sudden steroid the opposition was on. "Yeah yeah..." The girl offers a dismissal and hefts both hands on the cleaver, dropping the point below her right arm and sliding her left hand down it. It burns and glows hot, angry and willing to dish out whatever her rage wished to dole out. A violent tear up as its cocked above her left shoulder, proceeded by the quickened footsteps of heeled boots. Like a rhythmic clicking. Releasing the held dragon, the weapon splits the air as it moves. It makes impact and causes a high-pitched whine as Celeste lets it

Relaxed [2/2] - Full HP/EN recovery Vanish Refreshed, Charge Refreshed Unfolding her arms and grabbing the handle of wash in cardinal, that fates armiger is tossed limply onto her right shoulder. "You hear that?" The woman remarks as her attentions start to lock to the echoing sounds firing out of the rusted pipe on the wall. Shoving her face near the opening the smell was rancid and yet she squints in. "Looks like we've got company, get ready!" Celeste barks as she beats feet from the opening and flares up, her weapon becoming much more solid and flashing in a flashfire of cobalt bl

Relaxed [1/2] Vanish CD {2/3}, Charge CD {2/3} Taking a place on the back wall, Celeste folds her arms after planting her cleaver at her side the woman takes to relaxing. "So what was all this?" Celeste asks the room, trying to get a deeper understanding at exactly what this was supposed to be. Yet none could offer her really a straight answer, and the random 6th in their party surely wasn't saying a word. This is why the red head enjoyed Galtea so much, it was much simpler to understand blowing shit up and throwing people. Here it felt like they were battling with some intense puzzl

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN The sudden surge causes Celeste's very form to scatter as blue flames start to echo off her shoulders like smoke off of a fireplace. Looking down to her left hand, they trickle there and soft bluish embers escape as she clasps it into a fist. She felt good... Her weapon is yanked up and the air cuts away as it does, leaving a trail of bluish fire that shared a similar tone to Eruda's albeit darker and less natural. Pointing at her target, her body seems to gain mirror images that leap out from her like ghosts yet she still stands firm as it does.

*Optimal Turn Order Standard Recovery +3 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Fades A final rush toward the creatures head as it begins to pick up its upper half, Celeste was aiming for the kill. A violent flash of energy burns itself down the length of her weapon, eager to end this little foray. It screams out in a abrupt explosion as she finally makes impact, tearing clean through her opponents throat as she drags it along the seam. The ancient collapses as the last trickle of its life falters, and within a few moments the creature pops. This causes the three members of her party to fal

Standard Recovery +3 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN The blazing bite of Celeste continued in an unceasing display of power, causing the very body of the beast to become nothing more then a raging fire. However it took that signature cobalt blue, a rich azure as it smoked. Leaves and wood burned brilliantly with every passing second, and as a result the ancient reeled in a desperate attempt to snuff the flames. It worked magnificently to keep it distracted long enough for them to seek out where its heart was held this time of spawning in. A fact that this thing shared with Tanos but not in a way th

*Optimal Turn Order Shift Standard Recovery +3 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Charge Refreshed Another sharp slash as that immense and overbearing column of wood moved toward her. A section is cut free moments before it impacts the woman, causing her red hair to flail angrily as the pieces now cut into logs fly harmlessly past her. They burned slightly in that cobalt blue, threatening to become ash. A pivot of her weapon and she cleaves down into the creatures body, pushing it deep before rushing to its right. Carving out a huge section of its body, leaving bits of shrapnel in her wake as she d

Moving to Floor 19, Optimal Turn Order Reorder Standard Recovery +3 EN, Charge CD {2/3} Later that evening, there journey was still not quite complete. It seemed this chick had a laundry list of things to accomplish and in the parties desperation to understand they had chosen to accompany her. The floor 19 forbidden lands took the shape of a lush green field of grass. Not entirely unlike the city of coral yet it was much more damaged and destroyed. Celeste somewhat recognized the area and yet the reasoning for their visit remained vague. Moreover once they started into the forest treeli

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Vanish Refreshed The sudden rush of power ringing out from the woman's party catches her by surprise. Just what the hell was happening these days? Celeste tries to keep her head in the game despite the system seeming to fucking be destroyed around her. She manages to close the gap and offers a singular wide swing as the room fills with flames not her own. Creatures trapped within them are left defenseless as her cleaver collects and discharges that flame into a singular defined point. Like a vacuum it turns into a letter of destruction, in a mas

Right on Setsuna's heels, Celeste's form jerks into the fray with a scattering ethereal blue trail as if she is made of glass. In that instant as mirages of her shape are left across the room, she seems to blink into the final one and dumps a massive wave of cobalt blue into all of her respective victims screaming out "EAT SHIT!". The slimes screech and begin to bubble, their bodies being phase changed to steam. The room fills with what was once part of their digital bodies, and as they frenetically wave bladed arms into the obscurity they would find that the woman was long since gone. Slipped

Stealth Rating: 231517, LD:19 + 3 = 22 (Success) Although the woman wasn't quite to the speed as other members of the guild, Celeste kept pace through endurance and exertion more then finesse. Her fucking knees tingled with all the hunching and the sheer amount of times she'd have to slow to a crawl to prevent her weapon from clipping a nearby surface was well beyond what she could count on both hands. The soft tapping of her heels would convey to her party if they were vigilant enough, that she was close by and keeping the pace from the shadows. Narrowly perching behind a nearby wall, sh

Standard Recovery +3 EN Rocketing back into the fray the woman clambers for her great sword and claims it from the grass, it supercharges in a vibrant crimson. The thing bends and folds into solidarity, burning bright in cobalt blue. A heavy sweep sees that color spread, lingering in the air as an arc of light. It carves deep her opponent and as a result the King's health would take an immediate nosedive. The attack connects with its stomach and leaves this hefty incision that exposes the thin network of webbing beneath that was its avatar wireframe. The force causes the thing to flounder

Celeste ramping up and taking swipes here or there as the massive fish just takes it like a champ. "Good god!" the woman barks as her weapon bounces harmlessly off a fat belly, as if she'd just attempted to punch a trampoline. She winds back for another attempt but that's when the thing pays out a loud burp and starts to roll "SHIT SHIT SHIT." Celeste screams as she's suddenly sent into a rapid sprint to avoid the newly formed steamroller that was attempting to crush her flat. It was as if they had taken a scene straight out of Indiana jones and turned him into a redheaded woman. After she man

The redhead shakes her head in disbelief, but frankly she wasn't entirely sure what to expect. This was the first time they'd ever functioned and been this close to the broad. She smelled like some sort of poisonous plant and talked like some sort of upper royalty. Yet the sarcasm Celeste could get behind. As the lizard rushes past Celeste drops her weapon which bounces once before dismissing as puffs of blue fire. "Oh NO YOU DONT!" She yells as she contorts and dives for the crafty little fucker. A solid thud on her stomach, sliding up she rips her arms around and reveals her catch. Worming a

A stark contrast weave of red hair painted upon the rolling green fields that were the pastures of the city of coral. A heft of her greatsword over her right shoulder, she'd look to the pair expectantly. "Fish?" Her attentions shift immediately to Shiina as she knelt near the shore, a light pan of her gaze toward the water and a faint recollection of First Lessons. A shutter and an almost horrified retelling in her mind, given the sheer gravity of the atrocities they faced upon such an unforgiving affair. Mainly boredom. "Well lets get to it then, otherwise we are going to be out here until ne

Paragon Reward (25) (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Free Skill Respec

Standard Recovery +4 EN Celeste manages to move out of the way moments before she is pile drived by a random suit of armor. "Nice." The woman quips as they both line prone at her feet, leaning on her cleaver as if it were a countertop. They had this shtick in the bag and it looked as though Simmone had these bastards handled. That left her attention to the big shish kabob strung up on the back of the room. But before she could fully close the gap, Kasumi was already there and completely fucks up the things armor, sending pieces firing off like shrapnel. "Damn..." Celeste couldn't help but

Nearly the last inside, she takes a glance toward Gaius who was just as perlexed as she was. "Is this normal for you all?" Celeste remarks toward Gaius who responds with a simple shrug. "Well, Fuck it. Last one in is a rotten egg." Celeste offers the phrase older then time itself, before she rips her ass down the hallway with every bit of footspeed she could pop off with. It was a regular madhouse, Simmone slaughtering a bunch of dudes in black bathrobes, yet they turn out to just be black bathrobes. A few suits of armor slink across the stonework at rapid pace, one much larger and much more p

Relaxed [2/2], Full EN recovery, Stealth | 229934 LD: 3 + 3 = 6, Failure Limply the woman stands, the last to join their little sub party. She'd use her weapon to give her leverage to get to her feet, covered in dirt and still smoking. "Ready?" Celeste offers and returns the same acceptance to the other two. Simmone already the first on ahead, keeping a low profile the woman would see herself to the back. Allowing them to take point, she'd keep the rear and make sure their flanks were covered. A couple of tricks she'd picked up through her current escapades. As it would seem that the rest

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