Simmone

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 233734, CD: 7 (+8 EN), Charge CD {1/3} Simmone would follow suit with the rest of her team, as an omen of foes loomed on the horizon. Their current encounter would need to finish sooner rather then later, and with that acknowledgement she offers a piercing blow with her saber through the creatures upper fin, to the handle before dragging it back out. A sickly black ichor oozes from the hole, vaguely conveying the red light beneath it before its blotched out by this facsimile of blood. Where really it was some sort of toxin present on her weapons, or ski

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 233723, CD: 12 (+8 EN) Rolling back to her feet, Simmone looks past the red glowing scratch on her cheek. Clambering for the rapier in the water, she rips it up past her waist and offers it a flick. A surge of power jumps down to the handle, starting from the point in a stark purple. That energy carries the woman into the target that assailed her, and with an impale of her weapon she twists and slides it free. A blackened ichor pours from the wound, and with a snap of her right hand sees it spread aggressively to other targets nearby. From that effect,

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 233710, CD: 11 (+8 EN) As the party piled down the small set of stairs, they were all met with the weirdest of sights. Simmone would express her feelings "This is new, you think its safe?" as Gaius would saunter out, without a single semblance of concern. The floor wasn't even visible, what if it was open air? Her hand clamps to her face, as she shakes her head in disagreement. Following along the daisy chain as one by one they follow suit, clearly having a ground to stand upon. They only manage out so far, maybe ten or so feet before they were immediat

Standard Recovery +4 EN Swarming the space like hornets, the players fanning out and looking for any strands or evidence of the white haired woman. Raidou seemed fixated, and she'd take note of it. As she does smaller crabs begin to worm themselves out near her feet. "Seriously?" She'd just look down at the pathetic raking against her heeled boots. They couldn't even break the leather on them. A light flick of her foot sees it topple backward and its little legs wiggle. They all appeared just like Sand's Claw yet were nothing more then the tiniest percent of the creatures size. She'd look

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Rhino Horn's Reset, Trolls Blood Reset As Sand's claw expires a sudden silence would claim the beach, and as Simmone looks around there wasn't much to see. The quiet waves of the shore, the simple serenity that was interrupted prior that they had once enjoyed or at least tried to. Moreover the curious fact, the white haired woman was missing. Her eyes would lock to her companions and this is the point where they would start to fan out. Again she'd somehow given them the slip, and the whole point of this endeavor was to keep tabs on her movements and try to watch h

A thin slip of the small rapier on her right hip, held limply in her left as she'd sigh in an exhaustion filled expression. Inhaling and exhaling, it would appear that again they were back to this constant charade of beating the hell out of whatever random thing popped up out of the woodwork, angry and threatened given they'd wandered into its territory. Despite all of their best efforts to understand the woman they still knew so very little. It was always her popping up some odd room, random structure or worming around in some old pile of garbage like she knew where she was going. Those same

A silent whisk across the beach, Simmone keeps pace with Griswold. Her arms folded across her chest, supporting her upper half upon them. Before now she'd more then handled her daily commerce, moving to using the rest of her time doing something else. As well as merchant work was relevant, and could be fun lately it had become a bit monotonous given it was becoming harder and harder to make new connections or contacts. Each attempt saw her moving further and further up the floors, and farther from any warp gate. But this was what Firm Anima was founded upon, yet it looked like new prospects we

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Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Recovery 230124 | CD: 6 (No Proc), Vicious Stomp Fades The languished flesh and battered bodies of her enemies lay strewn about as their strength is drained from their bodies. Even the largest among them could not collect up enough to find their feet. The forces that came off Shiina were a bit unnerving, like waves of heat but with no burn. That striking platinum blonde mop, and this catches in Simmone's head. This was familiar, and Shiina has always had a power like this. It reminded her of the sewers when her own untapped potential surged to t

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery 230080 | CD: 11 (+8 EN) Right on Raidou's heels, Simmone bounds down the stairs as fast as her feet could carry her. The black cat struggled to keep pace but manages to close the gap once conflict occurred in the entryway. "Go!" Simmone barks to the wanderer as she flourishes her weapon and strikes out against the dark, finding something solid attached to the yellowed eyes. It hisses like a serpent as she feels the weapon in her grasp vibrate. Lifting a heeled boot up, she plants it firmly on her foe and rips free the piercing tool. A whip back and she sn

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery 230064 | CD: 6 (No Proc), Charge Refreshed As the entire battlefield becomes nothing more a replica of floor 4, Simmone is lost within that fog. It causes the woman to seek out her companions, and for a few good minutes there she is lost completely. Eventually it fades, revealing only Setsuna overlooking what was once their foe. A decrepit looking thing barely clinging onto the strands of life it had left. The girl with her weapon sheathed, stares down at it with the most sickening intent. Moving up to her shoulder, Simmone turns her rapier. "You really d

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery 230056 | CD: 6 (No Proc) Running past Setsuna, Simmone aims to make due on the merciless overload and distraction of constant attacks. That insistent and unceasing pressure allows Simmone to close the gap, her heeled boots clapping upon the stonework of this misshapen and shattered tower. A single flame snuffed out as she moves past, her weapon flicking back to center as she pivots to avoid a raking claw. Continuing the twirl, she rotates three quarters of the way and dumps three nasty stabs into the creature's upper arm. They don't appear like much, as S

Left hand rips toward her right hip, clasping the handle of an awaiting estoc. Long slender fingers wrap around the cross guard and find themselves into the rings as her grip loosens and she draws the point up with a quick whip. Simmone provides it a gentle sweep and it seems to fuel the thing with a purple surge. The ticking of her stamina bar eludes to the power provided, and once it builds down the entire length of her weapon. The woman shifts and points it limply toward her target. Shifting her weight forward sees the system fire off, and this causes her to catapult forward. The violet lin

Keeping shoulder to shoulder with Raidou, Simmone spots the woman finally and nudges the nomad with her right arm. The white hair just briefly caught in a glimpse, slipping into a darkened doorway. "She went up." Simmone remarks in a murmur, pointing a long pale white finger toward the tower. As they wander up, Shiina blinds past and starts to scamper up the blackened stone steps. The roar above signifies the creatures proximity. It sounded close, far too close to be a coincidence. This causes Simmone to look back to Raidou, who repays with a simple nod. "That's actually exactly what we've com

On Raidou's right, she scours the produced 3D image and takes note of the small blue dot trailing slowly toward a solid pillar on the overview. "Why here?" Simmone comments leaning back and folding her arms, as Raidou gestures the direction and clarifies the map vs. the world they were standing. This was one hell of a place for a single player to be wandering around on their own, and that thought makes her look to Raidou. It was just like him once, wasn't it? The fact sticks in her mind, and the irony of Raidou trying to prevent it was palpable. "Knowing her, she's going to be right under the

*Optimal Turn Order Change Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Duration {1/3}, Recovery | 229975 CD: 12 (+8 EN), Charge Refreshed Gaius moved up first and pinned her target hard and fast against the back wall, and with her hair going wild she follows behind him. Faintly being able to hear him yelling over the sounds of his own current, their foe was flattened out against the wall to which it was bound to. Simmone stabilizes herself and offers a single sharp and concise puncture, slipping the rapiers point clean into one of the many cracks that now adorned its chest p

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 229964 CD: 10 (+8 EN), Charge CD {2/3} Hearing the command from Raidou, she pays him a nod. It would appear that his goals were to thwart the woman's inevitable escape given it has happened far too often. Simmone clips some new occupant as it hurries in with some short sword, causing him to spin on his heel. The woman then shifts her rapier and disarms the weapon from its grasp, seeing it clatter to the floor after it bounces. Her right leg is lifted and she boots the fucker foreward toward Celeste. "Celeste!" the black cat offers, to which the red head

"On your six..." Simmone murmurs as Raidou blinds into the porthole or hallway they had found themselves drawn to. Tracing her memory, this passage was indeed not here upon their first visit. This was where they had come from and yet it seemed to spring up out of virtually nowhere. What was stranger was the fact that it looked old and aged as if it had always been here. Scanning the entryway, there was no sign of a moving wall or otherwise. Very odd. To her right hip the woman rips free her rapier and charges in behind Raidou as soon as she hears the impact. Shoving the blade into the first fo

Relaxed [2/2], Full EN recovery, Charge Refreshed Feeling her faculties return, her strength renewed as her breathing stabilizes. Simmone removes herself from the wall, and gestures off to Celeste to join them before offering a helping hand down to Kasumi. "We need to keep moving if we want to have any chance of cutting her off." Simmone offered the girl as they'd hold hands and Simmone grunts to lift her to her feet. Once they are both amble, the black cat heads down one of the adjacent halls in pursuit of the rest of their party who had already moved on ahead. Dimly lit halls and the so