Celeste

Prepared Stealth Rating: 213535 LD: 18+6=24 (Success)

As she wandered down from a long strand of chains, she lands rather deftly. Seems all that trafficking back and forth between boats had made her more fleet of foot. Sporting the regalia of a Galtean official, still working away at keeping the refugees free of Ladonian chains. And the treasure, who could forget the mountains of random trinkets that the Grand Imperator's lackies kept so kindly donating to her cause. Morgan and the others were doing their best to keep the walls, and she still owed a pretty penny to Simmone. So when the guild called, wanted a hand she'd oblige. For one, they'd saved her booty shaped bacon on a couple of counts and for two, they had some of the best paychecks.

Win meet win

Slinking into an open drainage pipe, and pushing through her own home turf. The Blood Raven, the Crimson Queen of the Galtean people, and wielder good ol' Gabrandr's blue flames of fate reporting for duty as a sewer rat. But that would do just fine, because she knew this shit like the back of her hand by now, and wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

Celeste Consumes:

Gungnir Shard (ACC 2, feast 6/6) - 4th portion
Potion of Titans Strength (Damage +3/Potion) - [204507]
Bottomless Tea Wares (Gungir's/Eva 2 [Feast - 152493]) - 4th portion
Loaves of Measureless Bread (Gungir's/Mitigation 3 [Feast - 205490]) - 4th portion
Unfathomable Red Vials (Gungir's/Protein 2 [Feast - 205487]) - 4th portion (Filled)
Berry Crumb Bars  [T1/Dessert/Perfect] - Loot Dice 3 - Consumed [173973], x2 [177995] [178000] for Raidou & Kasumi
Mega Slime Farm Activated: +10% EXP to a thread [Forgot, because too much shit to keep track of in this]

Celeste | HP: 851/851 | EN: 108/108 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 78 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 7 | BH: 17 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE

"Member that axe? It's a sword/hammer now. Murder hobo's unite"

Given to Oscar

Heaving the remnants of a door frame, she looks left to spot @Freyd overlooking, @Koga who up until this point hadn't been hindered by the reinforcing guard presence. "What? Worked didn't it?" Spoken right to the whisper, who was halfway through a facepalm. Again, that cocky tone causes the woman's face to distort into a look of disgust. "That motherfucker just doesn't know when to quit. I cannot wait to shove my boot up his ass and twist. You think, if I turn it hard enough, that I can get him to sing?" Celeste smiles, waving that heated blade and spreading flames in the air in attempts to cause them to simmer. A portal opens up and pours a whole smattering of bodies on the poor cannoneers head, "Well, that's my cue. I got a king to axe. Later Freyd." The girl pivots and breaks off in a sudden and rapid sprint. 

Clattering heels down the halls, a parade of footsteps down the most narrow walks. Sliding around a corner, the girl spins and overhand tosses that big cleaver through a crowd sending them scattering and without a moment to lose she takes advantage. "Keep up the pace @Lium or I am leaving your ass!" The woman screams over her shoulder before she collides into something solid.

"What in the fuck? You, I remember you...Blondie." Untangling her limbs from the girl that just formed a sandwich in platinum hallways. "Uh, Lot of you. Glad ya'll lived. Uh...Bye." Celeste wasn't one for pleasantries and sure as hell didn't have time for introductions. If they came from that way, that meant that probably that the other in this three-way junction...

@Krysta @Oji @Baldur @Calrex @Hirru

*Bang*
      *Bang*
              *Bang*
                    *Crash*

A bulwark door is sheered off its hinges, folded inward as the woman breaks into the main control with her shoulder. "Hey Razwell, did you fucking miss me! Think fast!" Twisting and heaving that weapon as hard as she could, before a sudden gust of wind from some gem in his hand makes it go wide. Instead, some poor asshole that was there to defend the Grand Imperator catches a face full of a huge hunk of flaming metal. "Shit." She grabs onto a nearby console, and looks over to see @Gabrandr and @Shiina getting pushed back as well. "You, the Galtean's better be safe if your ass is up here! YOU HAD ONE JOB."

Hopping up to a set of chains and sliding down the length, her heels clicking as they meet a mirrored and hard metallic floor. The siren cutting out and being replaced by that same doosh baggy voice on the intercom. "Yeah yeah, keep up the BS motherfucker. If you can hear me. I am coming for you, sure hope you brought your brown pants!" That tempered fury triggers some skill, and as a result her eyes become hot like coals. Doors begin to slide open, and instinct cuts in. Rushing down the first guard she could see, Celeste grabs his whole face with a hand. A muffled scream as she pivots on her heel and casts the dude like a shot put into a group like a missile. One can almost hear the sounds of a 'strike' as they are blown out in piles.

The groaning pile of people, lays in mumbled outcries. Celeste moves right to a set of doors that slam shut. A wide toothy grin, as she catches the seam with both hands. What soon follows is grinding and the harrowing of metal, as the thing starts to bend and twist, both inward and out. "Not gonna happen, you son of a bitch!" Edges of the frame start to smoke, as she rips it open as if opening a book. Pieces of gears and springs fling out as the panels of metal come crashing down in a very audible crash.

Looking back at her, a load of horrified looking engineers and guards in a shocked sense of disbelief. "What, you wanna piece!?" Ripping her arms up to her right side, a column of flames manifests, a ruthless looking guillotine too large for a regular person to be swinging around. A couple of gulps, and with hesitation the Ladonian 'elite' were making their choice. That same cocky tone to her posture, a single step forward as she drops that blade on her right shoulder, her hand on her left hip. "Boo!"

Half, get the fuck out of here.

@Sam @Freyd @NIGHT @Koga @Lium

Ripping up next to the first available vessel, and screaming out orders to crew and passengers alike: "Man the cannons, I need at least 20 armed units." The Raven's Queen bellows holding tight a section of chain, swinging across and giving a form of 'show and tell' to these fresh Galtean farmers turned soldiers. Nervous, one after another, those same linkages of metal rattle. And the clattering of footfalls as they land upon the hostile deck.

Her attention catches spinning cursors, ones of green and not yellow or red. Players were on this boat already, coined by the still smoking wreckage somewhere beneath it. Celeste catches a glimpse of blonde hair, immediately recognizing @Krysta and @Oji from their trip earlier. It would seem they'd been equally busy, while she was commandeering her own ship they had found whatever 'treasure' was awaiting them at the top of that tower.

She sure hoped it was worth it.

"I brought some extra sets of hands." Celeste barks, grabbing an enemy crew member by the throat and lifting him from his feet. A sword clattering at his side as she starts to squeeze, cutting off his resistance along with his windpipe. Galtean Refuges start to fan out, tugging ropes and unfurling sails. "Sure hope one of you can play captain, they ain't going to know how to navigate by themselves."

With her opponent, she wraps a chain around his neck and boots him off the side. The chain becomes limp then tight, leaving that tether she'd road in on to 'take care of him' and reaching for another.

"Ta ta, don't get yourselves killed. These puppies have a lot more 'girth'. You slam this into something, and you're likely to end up a packed sardine." Spoken loudly as the newfound crew starts to look to these players for orders.

@Jomei @Vigilon

*Tap* *Tap*

Her feet pick up speed, and like Tarzan, she lunges over the side. Riding that wench back to the Black Raven. That same cocky grin as she waves, and is startled as the ship makes an unexpected leap. Within an instant, that merchant made pirate ship finds itself mere feet from the Ifrit. "What in the fuck, which one of you idiots..." The woman scolds, looking to @Sam and @Lium as if accusing them.

Over their shoulder, she spots the bent and folded port hole made by the whisper. A message pops into view. A sudden ignition of red in her eyes, one of malice and murderous intent. Matched with a smile, as she gestures. "In to the belly of the beast!" Hands shuffle, the thing pivots aggressively. Grinding at the sides, caution to the wind as she breaks into the opening with crew and players at her behest. "Lock us down, lets be impossible to remove like a hemorrhoid!" The Queen commands, as barbed harpoons ring out of ballista and implant themselves inside the Ifrit's cargo hold. Unless something boarded her ship, it wasn't going anywhere.

Releasing @Gabrandr's collar and allowing him to dust off the singed bits of his attire. "That's more like it. Don't mention it. Seriously, I got an image to uphold. People can't think I am going soft." Lifting her arm up, sees a massive cleaver apparate and drop as she clutches the handle. It catches in flames that mirror the fires that still flickered on the edge of the peripheral.

"Makes my life much easier, you focus on defense. I saw that fishbowl you popped around the refugee zone. I do a bit better if I can go ham. Name's Celeste. Try to stay upright this time." A bit of a cocky grin draws across her face, eyeing the king with a sideways glance shoulder to shoulder.

"I'll kick Razwell's ass for you, and the Galtean's will be stronger for it. Wait for it." A shrill whistle from her lips sees a sudden jarring pulse. The Black Raven jumps overhead, and she grabs an arm full of still dangling chains. "Shiina. You got his back?" The girl barks toward the songstress, with a growing mass of NPC's at her back with supercharged weaponry.

The girl would nod, and Celeste offers that chain a sharp tug. It starts to retract with a rattle, a spinning crank on the top being triggered like a wench. Slamming heavy shoes against the deck of the ship, she lifts her blade and points for the Ifrit.

A bellow with a surprising amount of volume, to her crew and some new passengers aboard. "Get them ready to board. We take as many of these damn ships and turncoat them. Then..." The flames dance down her blade. "Off with the king's head!" The cacophony of cries of bloodlust from her crew, roars in the sky.

What follows is Celeste and the players on board jumping from ship to ship, stealing the damn things by overpowering numbers. Proceeding to rush them down with her own mates acting captains. Filling them to the brim with Galtean pirates, and by association the skies with the Galtean people. This war wasn't over, not by a long shot.

Turning over on her heel, wrapping her wrist around a bit more anchored chain, she leaps off the side. The rattling as it unfurls on a spinning wheel, slowly lowering her to the ground floor. As players screamed ass off in tiny little taxis she'd read about while waiting out the ship's repair. They were about as solid as tin cans wrapped in tissue paper. "Fuck me, well, I hope they make it out of this. Either they are stupid or heroic. Guess the difference is if they end up a red blood stain smeared on a wall somewhere." Spoken as she cradles her head against her hand with a subtle gesture of 'no', the other on her hip.

She catches sight of Sam, and a few other members that she served with, during Lun'rael's temper tantrum. "Get them out of the streets, I doubt that thing only has a single charge." Celeste barks with a sudden aura of authority, this was clearly going straight to her head. A glance toward Freyd, and silently she'd hope he'd approve. After all, he was the reason she was in this mess, right?

Her voice gains volume as her strength does. "I need every one of you that can hold a sword, or a shovel, to grab it." To the rising resistance that had witnessed their king fall. Perplexed, they stare at her with confusion. Who was this chick to give orders?

One after another, members of her crew descend on the same chains, forming up a fair size parties of Galtean garbed misfits. Any thought of objection falls as they recognize her clothes, as if they were to mean something.

@Gabrandr

"Has anyone seen where your 'fallen' king Fell?" Struggling not to laugh at the pun. After they gesture her with a point, she'd find Shiina and Simmone babying the bastard on the floor. "If he's a king then he's not so damn weak that a little fall would kill him." Celeste remarks with a bit of a scoff, grabbing the dude with a fist full of his collar and a surprising amount of force and lifting him to his feet. Lamont looks back in horror. "Up and adam, this isn't a time to take a nap, motherfucker. The Galtean's are about to be obliterated, and I am losing my voice screaming at them." A kindling of red flame dances off her fingertips, matched with a cocky smile and a reflection of red on blue. A bit of a glare toward the prince of a castle she was about to blow the fuck up, best stay out of her way.

*Genderbend mirror reflection go*

*Fwoom*

The sudden entry of a ship breaking in behind enemy flanks, A glint in the captain's eye as she charges for the bow. "Man the helm!" She reaches out to one of the crew and a slender male takes to the stand. Down the length and around the mast, the tiny vessel slides into conflict nigh point-blank. Ripping out a cleaver and holding it aloft off the side of the Black Raven. "FIRE!" The woman barks, as a ring of energy jumps from the side of this merchant boat. One after another, blue lines tear one of Razwell's goons to smithereens. A burning pile of wreckage pile drives the ground beneath, caving in a rather large library in the process.

Her eyes twist to that large as ship that the Grand Imperator found himself on. A bubble forms around the refugee camp, as a massive ringing spear jumps into the sky and obliterates another not but 100 feet from where they floated. "Looks like we have backup!" Johanna exclaims from the nest, leaning down with a shout. "It's Gabrandr!" The crew spews with glee. "Good on him, bout time he showed his ugly mug." Celeste remarks having received an earful about their king.

The woman's eyes flare bright red, as she reaches for a dangling chain. "Cut through, pull them aboard!" The crew pause for a moment, as cutting through the enemy forces could easily be a death sentence. "YAS Queen!" the brave Barthlo bellows, as he twists a dial. Space warps, time almost stands still. A warp jump within an asteroid field, and Celeste had her weapon armed. A blazing orange flame tears from ass to sternum through an unfortunate party of Razwell's forces. The ringing of chains as she overlooks the spherical defense shield in blue. One after another they drop, ways up to the big fucker in the sky.

A pool of red hair lingers past her face as she peers over the side, clad in galtean garb. "Any you fucks want to go smash a tyrant?" To an array of fresh-faced raid members and randoms turned revolutionists.

A sharp crackle as engines fire, chains pull one after another. "Hoist the sails!" The woman barks, manning the helm and twisting a still bent knob back into place. A yank of her head toward, @Lium "Get this lot moving, that bastard is getting away!" Rubble in the courtyard shutters and falls as the thing takes to flight, large crystals on starboard and port spring to life. Humming with a blue glow. Celeste was in something completely different from the last time those that saw her did. "Johanna, I need eyes." The sudden roster filling her screen, as she picks one out of the names abruptly. All new to her, but she had to get used to this.

The woman jumps, stowing a scimitar on her hip in fresh new digs. "Aye Captain!" Latching a row of chains around her wrist and pulling a lever sends her rocketing up to the crow's nest. "Uh..." Scanning the list of 40 something names as she plucks one out haphazardly. "Barthalo" A heavy looking fellow pushing a bit of metal into place, tossing some unneeded garbage into the grass below to reduce weight. " Yesm, Queen?"  She shakes her head, that still didn't sit right just yet. "Get those cannons working, and ready a boarding party. I don't care how big this guy's dick is, a pecker is a pecker, and we are going to blast his ass out of the sky." The man claps his stomach and then his bicep. "RIGHT AWAY MILADY!" with a bit of a mischievous grin.

Looking down toward the pair of twins, who smile and wave before scampering out of the gates of Ladonia's Castle as stones dislodge with the sudden ascent. @Nobody "Do whatever it is you want to do, maybe check supplies or something. I don't really know what to expect from you." The woman remarks to the random included dude in this kerfuffle, dragged along for the ride simply out of happenstance. Those crystals become like suns or stars, bright and violent in the power they once held. "He's going after the refugee's!" one of the crew squeals in horror.

Celeste turns and twists that bow in a jarring twist, sending pieces scattering, and the NPC's aboard lurching. "Like hell he is..." she murmurs beneath her breath, eyes become engulfed in crimson. A sudden volume in her voice, with Galtean garb on her back, she speaks: "Today Razwell will burn in hell, Ladonia will be reduced to ash if it does not submit. For Galtea!" A sudden outcry as the pirates on board had become one with the ship, no longer bound by a set of restrictions placed upon them. The vessel lurches and rockets forward in a snap of reality, all that million col had really sup'd this puppy up. They were coming...

The bookcase gives and a steaming pile of bodies fall out like dominoes. A study of some sort and a sad sack of smells that were all offensive lay poured out upon its throne. A heavy shove casts one of the villagers off of the woman, before she peels herself off the floor. Eyes dart upwards and take a scan of the room, immediately on edge and ready for a fight. Empty. Save one pungent sack of potatoes strewn about and faintly the sound of buzzing. "What kind of room service pops out of a hole in the wall?" Perking up and rushing for one of the bay windows, placing her back against the wall and taking a peek out. Guards were mobilizing heavily out the gates. "Looks like we have company, and by the look of things it's going to be over fire code."

The glance darts straight to Lium "Any ideas?" The woman was weighing a few, but hers were not exactly subtle. They didn't need to slaughter all these nigh endless forces, but wax that ass with a crown. The soldiers can wait, and who knew? If Razwell fell, they may retreat. A brunette woman, in a peasant's dress almost just as filthy as Nobody, approaches him. "Thank you for your kindness, fair knight." She remarks while her face contorts in a bow. Her eyes watering heavily as her senses were on fire. Struggling with the thought of plugging her nose.

Celeste was tapping her knuckles on one of the marble pillars, waiting for Lium to come up with a plan B. "So, are you coming along, or waiting to get arrested? Maybe stabbed or maimed? Those guards are after all of us." Finally, recognizing the dude from the airship, and how she ended up in this mess in the first place.

An overhand toss of the book she was holding onto, over her left shoulder, sees it clap against the wall and slowly slide down. "That's more like it." she opens the door and ushers the two posted as guards in, and the 30 or 40 some odd dudes in here were starting to make it cramped. "Move" Celeste quips with a shove of a heavier looking fellow away from the door, before she grabs an empty bookshelf and shoves it on its side with her heeled foot. It crashes down in front of the entryway. "That should hold them, let's get going. Keep them weapons ready!" Celeste barks to the rest of these clowns, that were slowly looking different with every step. The woman doesn't pay it any mind however, and takes a few steps into this narrow corridor. Reaching for a sconce on the wall, and tearing it free, she holds up the light source. "Let's hope this leads up or somewhere that does, eh?" Celeste smiles with a wave of that burning object. She starts to take point, down that walkway.

It seems to bend and wind around for quite some time, until evidently it leads to a harsh dead end. "Huh, the fuck?" 

The girl immediately darts for the first available bookcase, "These rich bastards love their secret staircases, help me." As her arms fire up and start ripping down books one after another in clattering piles. A siren in the distance alludes to a renewing set of forces, and the ground shakes visibly. It as if some detonation below had made the entire chamber shutter. "The fuck was that?" The girl goads with a book in each hand. It would appear that they were tomes of history, records of some sort regarding most of what had transpired in Galtea in their factious retelling of the events of the floor. A few of the NPC's that she'd been pulling around by the nose poor in behind Lium, looking rather dumbstruck at what they saw. "Oh for fuck's sake, You and..." as she jabs a finger toward one "You. Guard the doors, whistle or something if you see anyone coming. The rest of you, toss the place." Celeste's eyes flare in red as she clasps the slit between the wall and a bookcase. Easily to the ceiling, she huffs and rips the thing forward.

Books spray out in all directions, as the thing falls forward, sending a waterfall of pages everywhere. "Got to be something..."

The gilded halls of the Landonian capital begin to ring out with the sounds of conflict, troops rounding the corner in an attempt to correct 'unlawful breaking and entering'. What they manage to see is a few of their number disappear out of view before they explode back violently into vision. Weapons bounce shortly after, clattering to the floor and collecting next to the bodies and the statue pieces. "This way!" Celeste barks as she slides and looks out at the courtyard and smirks toward the coming army. Her blade's handle released sees the thing hit the tile and start to grind off into the distance. Her arms fire out to both sides and seize the sides of the broken gate, eyes flare red and she taps into that strength of hers.

The metal begins to bend as she claps the two ends together and squeezes, folding the pieces and twisting. "That will keep them out for a bit, let's get that fucking king." Her legs split apart, and she lunges down the hall at breakneck speed, falling into a baseball slide and picking her weapon. It starts to drag as she bolts.

The guard captured plays an elegant test dummy, Lium holding him still as the group they were leading begin to take swipes. It seemed they were starting to get the hang of it, the first few attempts sucked, but eventually they were actually dealing damage. A boot slams through a pair of twinned doors, revealing a massive library. Blackwood shelving, and every inch of the space filled to the brim with tomes. On the immediate left was a globe trapped in a frame, and the vibration makes it spin gently.

The door explodes outward in a shower of splinters, and as she turns on her heel and begins to pull farmers and common folk out of the slab's massive pit. The trap door snaps shut above, the other players would continue to ascend the tower up to whatever treasure awaited them at the top. But she had her own problems now, the rhythmic beating of footsteps in the distance alluded to a return of forces. A quick glance to Lium and the rest of her newly bestowed entourage. "Guess we are in this for the long haul, we ain't going up unless we find some other way." Reaching down and claiming one of the lingering weapons from the forces they'd carved through up to this point, she underhand tosses it to the first guy close enough to receive it. "Here, get some weapons. Those tills and crap won't do you any good."

The guy looks to it puzzled, having never held a sword before. "I don't"

Her face twists to a mix of anger and a grin "Then I'll fuckin' teach you, hold it up with the sharp point faced out. Best to figure it out as you go, I won't let you eat shit just yet, got it?"

Old House Here

House Name: Black Raven
Location: F26 ???
Description: An old airship that once used to be a merchant vessel, but has been repurposed by one that used it to storm the towers of Ladonia. Now it sports quite a few of the NPC's that lead that rebellion as members of the crew. Although some damage from that event still lingers on its hull, it is more than capable of striking fear into its opposition. Some creative work has been done to include a 'gate' that allows it to transition between floors as well as a pretty penny to restore the thing to function, but is still a bit curious to move in some environments. The ship's captain, a woman in crimson that doesn't take no for an answer, and the members of the crew refer to her as 'Blood Raven'

*small note: she's orange for the better part of a day for stealing a ship*

Plot Size: Estate [PK]
Room Slots: 10/15 | Yard Slots: 3/3

Room(s): 

SHARED

Dining Hall (2slot) | 3/4 | Celeste, Lium, Nobody
Dining Room | 1/2 | Celeste
Dining Room | 2/2 | Lium, Nobody
Living Room | 1/2 | Celeste
Living Room | 2/2 | Lium, Nobody

INDIVIDUAL

Celeste
• Attic (Storage)
• Basic Kitchen
• Mega Slime Farm | YARD

Lium
• Basic Kitchen
• Mega Slime Farm | YARD

Nobody
• Basic Kitchen
• Mega Slime Farm | YARD

Room Upgrade(s): 

186,000 [Estate/PK]
25,000 [Dining Hall]
75,000 [Mega Slime Farm] (3)
30,000 [Basic Kitchen] (3) 
20,000 [Dining Room] (2)
20,000 [Living Room] (2)
10,000 [Attic (Storage)]

Donor House Refund:

Townhouse [72,000*.75=54000]
Mega Slime Farm [25000*.75=18750]
Living Room [15000*.75=11250]
= 84000 Col

Total Cost: 366000-84000=282000 Col

The roar of footfalls bleeds into the chamber, watching as players one by one continue to drop into a pit. Her eyes trail upward, catching the lingering remnants of some sort of latter dangling and waving. Her eyes advance low, and find the bottom of that trap. "In." Celeste barks, grabbing the bit of cloth adorning a shoulder.

With reluctance at first, one of townsfolk who were so determined in their mutiny. Reaching for smooth sides and sliding down before his feet plant solid. Pooling one after another, as Celeste jumps down. She glances up at this platform as it sways. The cogs spin in her head as stares up at this slab of metal teetering on a wedge. A damn game. She ushers that first and gets him to place his hands against that wedge "Got it? Next!"

Celeste starts to direct them one after another using her hand as a place to step, feet to the next shoulders forming a human ladder. "Ready?" As they reach the base of that slab and is offered "For what!?", Celeste starts to clamber to the top. "I suggest you get down." @Plini the thing begins to scream and bend as her eyes flare red. It was on there pretty damn taught, but Celeste was basically a damn gravity engine. The metal bends and eventually...

*Snap*

A harsh grinding as it slides toward one side, falling with a heavy chain of slams. It was as if someone had taken the floor and moved it elsewhere. Eyes correct and latch to that dangling rope ladder. Anchoring her boot on some poor NPC's face, the girl lunges and...

ID:202750 | Battle:8, Craft:5, Loot:15 (Accuracy vs. Ladder)

Grabs on to the lowest most rung, sending it into a bend and sway. Her legs go through the second to last loop, before she hangs from it like an ape on a branch. "Player's first, I ain't having you all leap right into a damn battalion. At least they can handle themselves." As another farmer reaches his hand out to clutch hers. It lowers and they look down to the others.

Once they'd see their way out, the first villager would attempt the same.

But some barrier refused to allow him passage, staring up with her hair drifting away from her legs via gravity. Her eyebrow perks up, glancing at him.

"Guess this is where we separate, I ain't leaving these yahoos to fend for themselves. If the king is up there, fuck him up for me. I am staying back here to make sure these idiots don't get themselves killed."

Her heels disconnect from that rope ladder, and with a solid superhero landing, she blasts ass through that locked door with a surprising amount of force and a few skills mixed in a sword art for good measure. "Come on, fuckers, we're finding another way through." As she plants her knees on the rim and starts to help them out of the pit.

*Celeste leaves to lead the rebellion*

"I wasn't planning to waste all day here anyway. I got shit to do." Celeste remarks to Lium casting a pile of pumpkin seeds into Oni's hands. The NPC still seemed pretty irritated, trying to get Shiina off of his rug to pester someone else. Celeste steps over the rug rat and grabs a couple items, her fair share for her own hard work. "Freakin' gremlin." The red head sighs escaping the waddling and spinning child like wonder. For the first time in ages, she didn't have to wait for Lium. Right out the front gates, keeping up with the player that was getting the f out of dodge. That pile of crap she got? Crammed into a portable hole dimension that was Aincrad's inventory system. Her shop was a clear reflection on how much she cared about organizing and cataloging her gains. Nope, it's just in a closet that would spill out the moment she opened the door.

For Item ID's:  ID:202722 | Battle:1, Craft:5, Loot:6

Seeds: 99 [Coconut (13)/Churns (18)/One (26)/Spread (12)/Heat (30)]

Gungir's Shard (x1) [-70] [202722a]
Candy Corn (x1) [-20] [202722b]

Tags: 7 [Coconut (1)/Churns (1)/One (2)/Spread (1)/Heat (2)]

1 -> Halloween Candy (x3) [202722c] [202722d] [202722e]
3 -> Reroll Tickets (x3) [202722f] [202722g] [202722h]
5 -> Candy Corn (x1) [202722i]
7 -> T4 Perfect Weapon [202722j] [202722k] [202722l] [202722m] [202722n]

Unfolding her arms as she peels her back off the wall. She vaguely remembered Gaius from a few little exchanges, and the guy had seen her at her worst. "That's so simple, and a little stupid. Find something to fight for?" The concept was completely lost on her. It was plastered on her face as one of her eyebrows begin to slowly raise in disbelief. Simmone speaks next in turn, making motion for some large object sporting a cover. Once revealed its this huge standing mirror about the size of a wall. "Is he?" The words came off snarky and a bit sarcastic. "Fine, it's not going to leap out and bite me or any weird shit is it?" Moving out in front of that mirror, she can't even see anything in it for a few good couple seconds. Wtf was it broken?

Manifesting in front of her, an image of herself but sporting different clothes. The composure seemed much more gentle, more refined. But it sported a nasty set of crimson eyes, the weapon she didn't even recognize either. She didn't own anything like it.

Caught in a weird space, and slightly uncomfortable with the way that Simmone was staring at her. Folding her arms in a way to shelter herself from the glowing eyes piercing her skin. "I don't know, I just get myself in trouble all the time because of it. Sometimes I just lose control." The red-headed girl admits, maybe it was something about this room, or perhaps something had changed with her directly. But she'd seen others be just as good as her without getting so damn angry. Raking her hand through that weave coming out of her scalp, she contemplates sitting somewhere, but knowing her luck, whatever she found would actually bite her in the ass.

Instead, she finds a wall, one without ornamental weapons slung across pegs and bolted in place. Leaning up against it, her arms take to a cross. "But if I can't control it, wouldn't it be better to just be rid of it entirely. That's what I am looking for. Some option, some way to fix this." All too often she found herself blinded by her fury, and in the process she missed way too much to really participate. It worked fine when it came to little mobs, but when it came to much grander raids. It was there she usually suffered, not able to hear her companions or even communicate at all. The woman couldn't shake the feeling that it would end up getting someone killed. At one time that may have been ok, but now she was able to see that it wasn't.

Taking a few steps into the room sees the doors slam shut behind her, which startles the crap out of her at first. "Nah, it's not guild crap. Can't you open a window or something? It stinks in here." The scent of ash was pungent and especially brutal on her keen sense of smell. As she peered at Simmone through that smoke, slowly drinking in the rather detailed and eccentric bit of the room. To her right a large silver mirror embossed and extravagant, to her immediate left a small case with a lifting glass lid pressed into four stilts like wooden legs. On the walls were weapons of all types, everything was so organized.

Complete night and day to her store, which was just a bunch of shit crammed onto tables. Shelving with the strangest shit imaginable, eyeballs floating in liquid, parts from creatures and what looked like rocks with odd markings. It really was an oddity store, kind of explained the recommendation she was paid. "I was told you might have something to help me handle my temper? Like a potion or something, seems kinda farfetched now that I am saying it out loud. Forget it, people can just deal with it." She was willing to accept that such an item would never exist. It was crazy for her to try to seek out something like that, right? You could buff your damage, your defenses. But changing who you are, the game couldn't do that shit. Right? Or it probably would have done something like that already.

Wandering into the building, not even sure why the hell she was here. Others had referred her here if she was looking for something, but what she was after wasn't like a solid object. It was more of an idea, and how the hell would she find it on a shelf? A sharp sigh as she reaches for the door slider, clutching a paper screen and pushing it off to one side. "Anyone in here?" Celeste quips to the entryway. Another set of paper screens slide open to her left in that walkway, and pouring out was a set of girls about the same height. One topped in blue hair, and the other in pink. Their skin was almost a sickly grey color, and the indistinguishable yellow cursors. "NPC's?" They both salute without even a second of pause. "How can we assist you today?" They speak out together, and it dawned on her where she had seen them before. "Oh shit this is Simmone's shop isn't it." She'd caught the girls once or twice when the chick made her morning deliveries. "What does she actually sell, then?"

"All sorts of things."

"I am not really looking for a thing." Celeste remarks again, followed by clutching her forehead. "This is stupid, why I came here for this is beyond me." Turning on her heel and debating just getting the hell out of here. "How can we assist you today?" Fuck I'll shoot. "You all got any idea how to control my temper?" They spread apart and open that screen door, watching a parade of smoke begin to pour out of the entry.

Tired beyond belief, her eyes as heavy as her arms and legs. But Freyd wouldn't let her quit if he were here. If she wanted to reach the heights she wanted to hit, she had to reach for that ambition with her own two hands. Expending whatever she could muster "HHRAH" The woman just lets that outrage dump out of her lips in an intelligible grunt, slamming that cleaver into Ugzeke's back. "We've got you." Celeste turns to Gaius with a snap, holding onto her weapon like a pike and leaving it planted in the troll's back like a hatchet in a log. Whatever strength the chick had left to give, was being used to keep that fucker locked down and stationary. "Just hurry whatever the fuck you have planned up, I don't know how long this will last." Finally, a bit of true honesty to this group of strangers she'd been through hell with and hopefully back.

Post Action | AOE-I [x15], -13 EN (Stamina, Shift, +2/hit)

ID:202630 | BD:3+6+1=10, CD: 12, HIT Using [x15] AOE-I vs. Ugzeke Dealing 435-140=295 DMG
(ST-B Unlocked)

Players:
(H: 1) Celeste | HP: 716/716 | EN: 3/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 57/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
(H: 1) Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 10/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
(H: 1) Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 62/110 | DMG: 29(+18) | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
(H: 1) Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 14/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
(H: 3) Griswold | HP: 757/897 | EN: 34/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
Ugzeke | HP: 1726/3100 | DMG: 300 | MIT: 140 | ACC: 2 | EVA: -1 [Shatter 1:2][Fl. Thorn 32/1]
Oblivious | Every turn, unless <<Ugzeke>> rolls CD 5+, he will remain oblivious to the enemy party and refuse to attack. This skill is disabled once <<Ugzeke>> becomes <<In Pain>>.
In Pain | Once <<Ugzeke’s>> health reaches 1200, he will become enraged as his skin turns red and he notices the party fully. His ACC is reduced to 1, but his EVA is increased to 2.
Smash | On an MD 9-10, his attack will hit the entire party for 225 DMG, lowering everyone’s ACC by 1 for two turns.
Hard Hitter | <<Ugzeke’s>> attacks cannot be parried.

Out of the mouth of that dungeon, and to the parties surprise, Ugzeke wasn't finished. The dude had respawned far too quickly, and instinctually like before, Celeste just biffs him with the spyglass, breaking it in the process. "Motherfucker!" The girl screams, as tiny brass fittings rain down and begin to roll off to the sides. "I just want this day to be over." The girl grumbles, scanning through her inventory quickly to find a weapon to hit him with instead of random clutter out of her pocket she'd long forgotten about. A deep sigh as she clutches the handle of her cleaver, it dumping into the floor abruptly and yeeting a bunch of pebbles all over the place. Winded and temperamental, Celeste was cranky and for good reason. Tossing the leftover bit still in her off hand, she latches onto that blade with both hands. "Let's get this over with fat shit."

Using Spyglass (Last Charge), -5 Post CD (Field Boss/Familiar Search)

Players:
Celeste | HP: 716/716 | EN: 12/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 63/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 5/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 60/110 | DMG: 29(+12) | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 22/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
Griswold | HP: 837/897 | EN: 40/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
Ugzeke | HP: 3100/3100 | DMG: 300 | MIT: 160 | ACC: 2 | EVA: -1
Oblivious | Every turn, unless <<Ugzeke>> rolls CD 5+, he will remain oblivious to the enemy party and refuse to attack. This skill is disabled once <<Ugzeke>> becomes <<In Pain>>.
In Pain | Once <<Ugzeke’s>> health reaches 1200, he will become enraged as his skin turns red and he notices the party fully. His ACC is reduced to 1, but his EVA is increased to 2.
Smash | On an MD 9-10, his attack will hit the entire party for 225 DMG, lowering everyone’s ACC by 1 for two turns.
Hard Hitter | <<Ugzeke’s>> attacks cannot be parried.

*Wham* A blast into the center of one's back sees it crushed flat under Celeste's ungainly cleaver. It's smeared in two parts, the center bit squished like a banana in a vice. The red head turns and backhands the other with the blade, sending it off into a corner to the chamber. It impacts hard into one of the walls, a spray of stone portraying just how hard it had touched down. Her attention shifts to the statue'd one as it starts to begin to move. "Oh no you don't fucker." Slamming into that piece with the last bit of what she had, the solid bit of body exploding out of that crap like Celeste had just punched a mirror. The body flops and skips before grinding to a halt. "I hear yah, man this almost takes the cake." The woman remarks to Kasumi with a wobble in her legs. This was taking quite a bit out of her, but still wasn't the worst she'd been through.

Post Action | AOE-I [x15], -15 EN (Stamina, Shift, +2/hits)

ID:202620 | BD:8+6-1=13, CD: 3, HIT Using [x15] AOE-I vs. Drakeling Wyrm #1 Dealing 435-90=345 DMG        
ID:202621 | BD:1+6-1=1, MISS Using [x15] AOE-I vs. Drakeling Wyrm #2        
ID:202622 | BD:9, CRIT+1 Using [x15] AOE-I vs. Budding Matriarch Dealing 690-(160/2)=610 DMG, [BRN: 56/2]  applied 

Loot Roll:
ID:202637 | Battle:3, Craft:4, Loot:20+4=24

Players:
Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 63/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 5/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
Celeste | HP: 716/716 | EN: 8/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 61/110 | DMG: 29(+12) | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 15/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
Griswold | HP: 829/897 | EN: 46/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
[0,1,1,0,0,3] Drakeling Wyrm #1 | HP: 140/700 | DMG: 280 | MIT: 90 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 2
[0,1,1,0,0,3] Drakeling Wyrm #2 | HP: 268/700 | DMG: 280 | MIT: 90 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 2
[0,1,3,1,2,3] Budding Matriarch | HP: 38/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 160 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 2 [FRSTB: 40/1][BRN: 56/2]

Total Loot:
5390*Col
T4 Perfect Trinket #202637a
T4 Perfect Weapon #202637b

Charge Refreshed!

Right into the fray, slamming into the largest among the ones that remained with everything she had on tap. The thing rockets out from the swing, still burning and crackling in the air. "Fuckin still upright? I am going to enjoy this!" Celeste goads with a flame claiming her iris, eye smoking as if vapor was escaping the corner of her eyelid. The weapon slams into the floor once the system assistance fades, doing a fair job of tossing a handful of pebbles airborne. "Come and get me." The crimson tide boasts with a violent display, her chest puffing up as she rips that weapon over her shoulder. Her left comes forward, offering a single goading gesture before twisting into that beautiful bird. "I'll give you something to regret." Her feet planted, as it rushes her down. Headbutting it and driving it into the floor. These were the small fry.

Post Action | ST-B [x20], -18 EN

ID:202611 | BD:4+6-3=7, CD: 11, HIT Using [x20] ST-B vs. Budding Matriarch Dealing 580-160=420 DMG

Players:
Simmoné | HP: 767/806 | EN: 69/90 | DMG: 27 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 4 | ACC: 3 | LD: 8 | BLD: 48 | BLGT: 32 | BRN: 56 | ENV.O: 32 | REC: 8
Kasumi | HP: 823/851 | EN: 13/94 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 1 | KEEN: 1 | P.V.O | PHASE | STK: 40
Celeste | HP: 716/716 | EN: 19/82 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 6 | BH: 21 | LD: 3 | BRN: 56 | HLY: 16 | PHASE
Gaius | HP: 873/873 | EN: 59/110 | DMG: 29(+6) | MIT: 50 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 2 | BH: 34 | LD: 6 | BLD: 48 | FLN: 16 | H.M.: 6 | Dote: 2/3 | TRL BLD
Setsuna | HP: 675/828 | EN: 28/92 | DMG: 29 | MIT: 20 | EVA: 6 | ACC: 6 | LD: 4 | FLN: 16 | FRZ | FRSTB: 40 | RSKY: 8
Griswold | HP: 897/897 | EN: 44/90 | DMG: 21 | MIT: 212 | ACC: 4 | BH: 8 | AA | FL. THRN: 16 | TAUNT | THRNS: 112 | LD: 3

Mobs:
[0,0,0,0,0,0] Drakeling Wyrm #1 | HP: 700/700 | DMG: 280 | MIT: 90 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 2
[0,0,0,0,0,0] Drakeling Wyrm #2 | HP: 700/700 | DMG: 280 | MIT: 90 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 2
[0,0,1,0,0,0] Budding Matriarch | HP: 1580/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 160 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 3

Critical (MD 9): Deals (400) DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals (240) DMG to every other player.
Critical (MD 10): Deals (440) DMG to the target with the highest hate. Also deals (340) DMG to every other player.