Simmone

Enjoy sir

11/4/21 (Forgot another one, Witches Brew Used) ID'd: 11/3/21

11/4/21 ID'd: 9/21/21 ID'd: 10/27/21 ID'd: 11/3/21

11/3/21 (Witches Brew was in Effect) ID'd: 9/21/21 ID'd: 10/26/21 ID'd: 10/27/21 ID'd: 11/3/21

11/3/21 (Draught of the Seer & Milky Way Blueprint [After math, realized I still had these 6/7]) Keep: T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #200374d ID:200374d (T4/Heavy Armor/Perfect) BD: CD: LD: 200462 2 7 14 Mitigation/Taunt 200463 10 12 5 Bloodclot/Para Immune 200464 7 2 9 Thorns/H.M.

ID:200363 | Battle:5, Craft:1, Loot:15 (No Proc) "You alright?" Simmone remarks toward Griswold, tapping a single extended finger on the large metal man. "That should just about fix the issue, no?" There was a coy playfulness to her tone, but that was pretty standard fare for her. "Best leave distractions elsewhere, your daughters are trying so hard." She brandishes her rapier, watching her handiwork still shredding the bosses insides. "Sam really has come into her own, an apprentice to be proud of. It seems these children really are trying to show us up old man." The black cat chuckles,

Hyperactive Refreshed A twist to look at the girl and her sudden outburst. "Quite the eccentric, but I cannot deny the effect." Lingering little icons still stuck to both entities, and she had a moment to spare before they'd need to be reapplied. "Calm down, haste makes waste, after all." Simmone was sure that it would fall on deaf ears, she'd dealt with these sort before. A raise of her right hand and a snap of her fingers sees a sprinkle of gold powder lit up, cast out. With it, Celeste's dwindling energy would see a fair increase. "Better?" The woman matched with a silver tongue agains

10/27/21 (Missing Attempts from Above, given Rerolls don't take attempts) Remaining Attempts: 30-6=24 Keep: T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #195923d ID:195923d (T4/Heavy Armor/Perfect) BD: CD: LD: 199581 6 11 5 Regen/Recovery 199582 6 2 5 Regen/Recovery 199583 7 2 7 Thorns/H.M.

10/27/21 ID'd: 8/23/21 ID'd: 10/27/21

10/27/21 (Witches Brew [Remaining: 1] & Draught of Seer Used) Keep: T4 Perfect Armor/Shield #198139d ID:198139d (T4/Heavy Armor/Perfect) BD: CD: LD: 199487 6 4 20 Mitigation/Taunt 199488 4 10 5 Regen/Recovery 199489 7 9 14 Mitigation/Taunt Reroll #1 - Slot #1

10/26/21 ID'd: 6/22/21 ID'd: 6/23/21

10/26/21 (Witches Brew [Remaining: 2] & Draught of Seer Used) Keep: T4 Perfect Weapon #199268b ID:199268b (T4/Weapon/Perfect) BD: CD: LD: 199348 4 11 20 Damage/Accuracy 199349 6 11 4 Taunt/Keen 199350 3 10 16 Damage/Accuracy Reroll #1 - Slot #1 Reroll

10/24/21 ID'd: 8/13/20

Hyperactive CD [2/3] Choosing to let whatever Shiina was doing, just happen. Flourishing the rapier up toward her face, as she catches Kasumi making her ascent into one of the many heads. The armor adorning it breaks off under the girl's foot, and Simmone's rapier begins to glow. Allowing the weapon to carry her with an almost supersonic speed, it slides in without any resistance. "Hello my dear, having fun? You don't mind if I join you?" a smile is reciprocated between them. The massive sausage begins to shake and shift, and Simmone uses her heel to rip clean the edge. Veins like cracks

Hyperactive CD [1/3] Standing near arm and arm with Shiina when the girl simply becomes a speaker. Simmone looks on to the child almost in awe as her hair shifts colors, the gravity of whatever skill she was channeling tearing the entire world asunder. The sound itself, a cacophony of every genre imaginable, and yet strangely in rhythm. Caught completely off guard, Simmone takes a couple curious steps to give the girl her distance. A roaring beast, seeming drowned out under the anthem, drawing voices from seemingly nowhere. A spark, in the back of her mind, at how the child resembled that

► Double or Nothing Cost: 10 SP Free Action Requirements: [Hyperactive] Mod Effect: 'Tethers' the user to one other member of the party, The User can bestow all of their respective EN restoration (Passive, Recovery, etc.) to the player they are 'tethered' to. Description: The best way to win a war, is to do so without lifting a finger. Instead, place your confidence in those that can and spin odds in their favor. Who cares if you're rigging the outcome, that's half the fun.

9/22/21 (Witches Brew Consumed, 0 Remaining, Draught of the Seer in effect) Keep T4 Perfect Weapon #198559a ID:198559a (T4/Weapon/Perfect) BD: CD: LD: 198823 7 2 18 Damage/Accuracy 198824 9 6 6 Taunt/Keen 198825 10 7 12 Vampiric (Offensive)/Envenom (Offensive) Reroll #1 -

9/21/21 (Witches Brew Consumed, 1 Remaining, Draught of the Seer in effect) Keep: Liquidate: T4's: 6*Perfect (3,040*6=18240 Col) Rerolls: 6*First Reroll: 6000 Col 6*Second Reroll: 12000 Col 6*Third Reroll: 24000 Col 6*Fourth Reroll: 48000 Col Total Attempts: 30 Total Cost: 108240 Col Exp: 188

"Mind if I cut in?" Simmone asks of the blonde tank, slinking over with a slide as her weapon is freed. The enemies still slowed like stuck in syrup, her fingertips on her right hand glow gold as she raises them. A snap of her fingers sees a tether lock onto Sam and force her energy to skyrocket, all before Simmone plants her rapier through another. "They're thinning, we've almost put them down." The black cat quips taking a quick scan of a field of enemies being destroyed by the legion. A column of flames explodes at her side, a fury unheard and close enough she can feel the heat. There was s

Shiina seemed completely fine, and an outcry from those leading the charge. Simmone was lagging a bit behind, the silver metal rapier in her grasp still just a bit untamed in its power. It vibrates with energy, violet in violence. Her eyes flare in a vibrant reflection, a memory in a mirror still riddling her mind, but at this moment it was matched with forced clarity. Tearing through the air with a blade to carry her, a voluptuous frame with a needle sliding up to its hilt through an awaiting neck. "We still need to have a conversation." Simmone quips to Takeshi, he'd left her with a myriad q

Being ushered off to one side, as Freya is peeled onto her sofa. Her place to sit, and it was hers. She looks back with a disapproving glare, curled up in a rather interesting and mixed feeling sphere. The twins salute, having received orders from the general. They whisk off in a network of buzzing bees, peeling up objects requested out of nooks and crannies they had shoved them in. It was as if they were elves, sliding whole bodies into these spaces, akin to mice in a hole. A tap on her ankle, one that was like static to the system. It startles Simmone, but for a moment as her gaze jumps

"Well now, do you think you can stomach it?" Kurayama contested the tone, the adamancy that Freya was eluding. Another flash of insight, of times torn away, punch back into her skull in a rapid tear. To the others, all they would see is an intense stare exchanged between the two. "At least it's finally obvious." Tuatha speaks in a tired tone, a bit egotistical but sincere slightly. "This world has enough heroes." He scoffed as he twists his head to look at Freyd and the woman still troubled behind him. "I'll stay as I am, thanks. But perhaps my work is finally done." A sharp chuckle, one that

A sharp cord bleeds from the songstress after a few choice words from Eruda, one that draws a huge ring with symbols upon the floor. It catches the black cat completely off guard, as her head twists to gaze at Shiina. "Where did you...?" Two make it up to that ring, which causes Simmone to cut that sentence short abruptly. As they touch its glowing perimeter, they begin to fumble and falter. A high pitch whir and a few simple steps sees Simmone close that gap to a weakened foe. A snap of her fingers sees the sound of metallic chains and a clank, like cuffs being locked shut. She drives that bl

How she had been dragged into this mess was beyond her, Simmone slowly draws a thin sliver of metal from her hip. A glance down to the steel blue haired girl at her side. "You ready for this?" Simmone sounded almost concerned as she took to repairing an off kilter piece of her plate armor on correctly. This was bound to be one hell of a fight, and it wouldn't be an easy one. But as she started to glance around, more members than she'd first noticed were here. In a multitude of different hues and personalities. A dangling strand of black hair shifts over her shoulder as she twists her upper hal

Purchase: Field Rations 20 | [1,000col] = 20000 Col Immolation Potion (T4) 20 | [1200col] = 24000 Col 44000 Col