Simmone

The woman perks out from behind a nearby wall, in her hands a few tiny squares of cloth. "Well now that is much more like it." She quips, looking to her apprentice, legs to the heavens. "I take it things went well, I was worried you would end up causing him to refuse you." Her attention shifts back to those squares, and she seemed to be staring intensely at them. "I think given your dress, what is Katoka to wear?" she held up this deep maroon square, and held up a charcoal gray one as if comparing the girl to them. "The red one definitely makes you stand out more." Moro starts climbing up into

"Too bad, it's a wedding, dear. Flashy is in the description, right next to dress." Slinking back into her chamber and picking up a small slip of paper. Turning it over, contact information. "On floor 17, in Larissa, you will find on the outskirts near the fabric stalls a small marble structure with an etching of twine. It is easy to miss, so pay attention." A small card with the locational data transcribed on the back. "He is a bit excitable and irritable, so I suggest you be on your best behavior and try to simply agree. Nod yes with me, Sam." Clutching the girl's head with both hands, and f

Removing her hand from her face, and sighing with a feeling of being dragged into Sam's frenzy. Reaching out and placing her hand on the girl's shoulder, "Sam." An assertiveness in her tone, like an order. "Breathe." The woman's eyes still littered with gold light, the draught of the seer having yet worn off. "One thing at a time. Yes, I am still the only person who probably knows how to plan a wedding right." Locking eyes with the girl, as if lulling her into a sense of security. A gaze like a mother. "Two, there is no way the one day you are supposed to look better than anyone else, you are

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, watching Sam rush back and forth like a lunatic. The twins just sitting off to the sides with eerie smiles, Moro holding a platter while Maru was fiddling with some trinket that sways like a metronome. "Sam, why are you making a mess in my store?" Another heavy puff before washing the place in white. The cat rushes off and finds his fat butt under a shelf, a crooked tail poking out. To avoid the hubbub. Slowly slinking her way off that sofa, her yukata pouring off the side and pale legs disappear beneath it. "You are going to scare away all the customers." A hand pla

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A notification pops into view, and she twists her head to read it. Hidden didn't need to concern herself with running out of juice, Simmone on the other hand did. Acting as a conduit and peeling power from the ether was 'taxing' to say the least. "Freyd is on board and has secured an entry." A quick acknowledgement she pays to the white haired girl playing her double. "Question is, will they attempt to rush to the big ship's aid?" Noticing, the battalion was thinning out with the excessive slaughter, and yet the ground forces continued to gain mass. Dust takes to a swirl with another heav

Releasing Shiina's hand as the light would fade, Celeste holding him by the throat and the songstress continued to smile. The sudden reverberating voice of dear Takeshi, that damnable man that could worm his way easily under her skin. A slight sigh as she pivoted, turning to face the whisper. "I wasn't...yet." She smirks and reaches into her blouse, beneath the folds of leather, and removes a bottle in crystalline blue. Inside stirred a thick purple liquid. Popped cork, and she instills it. A skill seems to trigger, and not for a short period. No, instead, whatever this potion she drank c

The click of a heel as she moved with the group, following this man that just moments before they were in conflict with. Such a strange turn of events. A whole shitshow ensues, and Simmone cannot help but advert her eyes as another one of those blasts rack a produced barrier. Once the dust settles, she looks down to her sleeves as if in question of what the hell just happened. There was a sudden discharge of energy, and she could hear the calls of that angry red head. "Right on queue." The black cat looks up with a coy smile, knowing full well what she was up to. It was her twins that had give

"Perhaps your right." Her gaze fixed on Hidden before they shift over the shoulder toward the mirror. "I cannot see what I see in you, this is your dream, I have no reflection in that mirror." The black cat places her hand against it, cold and solid. She could make out the room, but not herself. A mirage that knew it was one. "Move along, Hilda. You don't belong here." Her hand slipping from that surface in a streak. Looking back in at the wilting lily, as memory slowly fizzled in, fractured to pieces and disjointed beyond belief. As if two lives were melding in a horrid mess. "Make this happi

"Wasn't it?" Simmone remarks with a coy response, keeping an eye as Ayame starts to scatter food across her face. Arms folded, the woman inspects herself in the mirror, and it seems almost fixated on the reflection. "Simple my dear, I saw both of these versions of you. But before the 'real' you and the one in the mirror was reversed. The question is which was the 'real' you? The one produced by the cardinal system, or the one that was your ideal?" Eyes locked to her own copy in that silver, as if she was seeing something that didn't sit right with her. Eventually that gaze removes itself, and

"Well, you did just go with me to pick out your bridal gown. Or did we?" That star field still lingered on her iris, showing no signs of stopping any time soon. Another question finally came out, after the epiphany subsides and is squelched by the girl. Simmone looks back out at the table, scanning for any of them becoming of aware of the subject. None the wiser, who knew what they might do if it became obvious that Hidden was rebelling against her manufactured prison. "My dear, Hilda. I see you, as I did in the mirror. But where one plays a shadow now that role is reversed. I must say, you lo

Reciprocating the exchange with Raidou, unsure to who Hilda was referring. What's more is the curiosity where it seems that the meal wasn't quite sitting right with her. "Perhaps some premarital jitters, or maybe you've gone and gotten her pregnant." Simmone goads Sey as she starts to stand, the chair screeching out as she does. "I will check on her, you boys continue being boys. But keep your eyes off my backside." That same soft clattering of heels across bathroom tiles, catching Hidden's eyes through a mirror. "What's the matter, dear?" The woman spoke as her eyes returned to that eleg

Clicking of a pair of heels as Hirru seemed utterly defeated, and a precarious glance toward the man. "There, there, dear, we knew what to expect." The woman steals a glance toward the pair playing the part of guardian, as if anyone in the chamber was about to just shoot the boss at moment's notice. "Curious, that some would be so transposed to position themselves between the others and what was once the enemy. Even still, that the boss has yet to move since." A hint of silver on her tongue as her attentions shift to Baldur. "I do not believe any of us planned to make this decision on our own?

"Activated what exactly?" Simmone remarked curiously, her eyes advancing up toward where @Gabrandr's eyes were trailing and finding nothing more than a ceiling. That rapier's energy fizzles out, scanning the others in the chamber for some disheartening. Curious if any would see the need to trust this blubbering buffoon looking to shift the blame away from himself onto some other unseen opponent and play the victim. "I'll bite, fine, we will protect this 'people' of yours, after all it shouldn't be too awfully difficult given how easily we dismantled such a carefully built plan." That tone stil

Wandering in toe not too far behind Raidou, she slinks into the chamber, sliding off a pair of getas and reveals long black stockings. A glance into the kitchen and back to where the red swordsman looked to be sliding around his utensils. "Interesting." her tone seemed concerned almost, as she folded her arms and began to lean on the frame between both. "You must be Sey, I've heard a lot about you." The woman catches her words, as they were given to her without her input. That glance becomes lit with gold, as her eyes narrow a bit. It twists to Hidden, with an honest form of inspection. Stuck

Rec Roll: ID:202961 | Battle:10, Craft:5, Loot:5 (No Proc) A cat like slip through a distracted tyrant, a subtle strut that clicks via heels. A convincing little ploy, an earnest gift she'd not squander. Brandished silverish blue blade slices another hose clean, a flick of her left wrist drawing that estoc through something critical. A flicker and a sputter from the device as she peers over her left shoulder toward her tank and the imbecile that was droning. "There is weight in a promise, I know that far too well. Words, my dear, are all that we can truly hold sacred. If you can find no

"I grow bored by the monologue, preach, but without proof all I see is what is described." A flick of her rapier sees that bit of rubber from the scather she had disarmed at least once so far. Wounds heavy against her, taking stock of the rest of her group. "Right bit of mess we're in, I suppose someone else will have to be on bomb squad." The woman reaches into her blouse, into the slips of black leather and the sound of a rattling coin. It looked silver or platinum, and this was the first she'd ever shown such a thing. "But it's time I evened the odds a bit, more in the house's favor, of cou

Intrigued by the transaction between Kasumi and by extension Griswold, the woman begins to fish out her own. It paled by comparison to the volume the other two had to offer, and as she casts them into Oni's clutches, that blanket begins to fill with items. Collecting what she could, after she picks up the first time, a few more disappear. It would seem the moment an item is claimed, the 'money' was spent. Using every last one until the sheet was laid empty. "Well, not quite the haul I was hoping for." A fair margin of equipment, she gestures for Moro and Maru to carry, given they had no weight

Looking to the brand-new addition, raising an eyebrow. Simmone had never expected Gaius to ever step a foot in her shop, they were not exactly on the best of terms. More like associates at best. "He is entirely correct, dear. That anger of yours is a strength, but it must be harnessed." Slender legs find the floor, as she starts to move to the right side of that chamber, facing the door. Reaching out to a large linen cloth, and giving it a hardy tug. It slides free, revealing a large platinum mirror. "Come, let's see what it is you see in your reflection." This had worked time and time again,

That smile widens just the slightest bit, As Simmone places down that glass in her hand. Raising her feet up to her left and folding them upon her sofa. "Is it? There are quite a number of strange things in this game, you know. Stones that change the color of your eyes, drafts that make cutting you burn others. Poisons that make enemies bleed out their insides. It's fair to say that if you can think of it, it may very well be possible." She begins to drink this strange dark purple mixture out of this slender little vial, and as soon as she replaces the cork it starts to fill up again on its ow

Her ears perk up as she hears that obvious sound. The sound of her storefront being opened. "A visitor?" Simmone slides up, taking another drag of that cigarette and allowing even more of that smoke to bleed from her lips. As the girls open the set of doors, Simmone can make out the shape, and it takes a moment to clear for her to see. "Celeste?" The acknowledgement of who had graced the black odyssey today. "We'll now, this is interesting." Holding her teeth around that almost glass rod, black and polished. Turning to the rounded table just beside the only arm on this couch sofa thing, and re

Slinking out in the long red chair that graced the center of a rather bigger box, that was the odyssey. Poured out over the length of that seat, a billowing pile of yukata that droops off the sides. It was long enough to reach the floor, and through a slit on the side one can catch up the thigh of an equally long and slender leg. Bouncing off an extended foot, a single sandal only attached via the toes on a curved foot. Simmone was bored, fiddling with that dangling bit of her attire. Today's business had been droll, and slow. Moro and Maru continued to race back and forth, placing objects of

ID:202632 | Battle:3, Craft:8, Loot:12 (+8 EN) A single lance through the creature's shoulder as it makes another attempt to bludgeon Griswold, stopped dead as that pinhole is slowly peeled out. A tiny dime size hole of red, "We'll try our best." Simmone spoke to Gaius, keeping her attention fixated on Ugzeke. Reaching over his back and trying its best to grab a hold of Celeste, Simmone takes another swipe at the dudes fingers. This was death of a thousand cuts, they couldn't do much better than this. Most of them had absolutely nothing left to give. But there was a lingering sense of cor