Simmone

"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

Hyperactive Refreshed!, ID:202624 | Battle:8, Craft:5, Loot:10 (No Proc) Caught completely off guard with the amazing appearing troll, as if someone had just peeled that bastard out of a hat. The clattering pieces of a spyglass rolling off with tiny glints as they rain down. "Perfect, guess we have little choice." Simmone sighs, gesturing a hand toward Kasumi knowing full well the girl was pretty bad off. "Think you can hold out a little longer?" Simmone rubs the small of her back, trying to right her breathing. "I'll manage, thanks, Simmone." This was turning out to be one he

Field Medic Refreshed, Hyperactive CD [2/3], ID:202616 | Battle:8, Craft:2, Loot:13 (No Proc) Kasumi appears at the woman's side, and as she does, Simmone can catch the remnants of troubled breathing. "Here you are, dear, keep going." Spoken as she rubs her index and thumb together, producing the sand like golden flakes, before tapping that index on Kasumi's shoulder. Another small boon of removing fatigue. "That be best, we won't last much longer at this rate. I am pretty tired, and I look to be in the best shape." The heavy panting ringing off the walls from multiple mouths. The players

Field Medic CD [2/3], Hyperactive CD [1/3], ID:202606 | Battle:10, Craft:9, Loot:16 (+8 EN) Glancing the red haired girl with her fingers, getting another bad time glare. "What is with you all." Shaking her head in disbelief, did everyone have a thing about being touched. Into her inventory, she peels out this small little shard. "This is supposed to lead to the lair of these beasts, where the hatchlings are still forming up. Best deal with them before we get another, 'mother'" Dropping that little sliver into the soil, it opens a toothed maw like entry. It acted like a key to a doorway t

Field Medic CD [1/3], ID:202529 | Battle:1, Craft:5, Loot:10 (No Proc) Brushing her hand across Setsuna's shoulder, it was like sticking your hand into a bucket of ice. As a reflex, Setsuna twists and glares. Simmone attempts to diffuse it, "I know, dear, I am just helping you recoup your losses." The girl was nothing more than a walking temper, and always alluded to the fact she didn't like to be touched. But that was how the skill she was offering functioned, so even if it wasn't pleasant, it had to be done. "There, now take a deep breath." That glimmering gold light finding its way int

ID:202511 | Battle:5, Craft:4, Loot:20 (No Proc) Lifting her right hand and offering a snap of the fingers. A small sprinkle of golden dust is cast off with the gesture. "That should tide us over, best use that energy wisely." Simmone quips knowing full well the group would be fighting off exhaustion here shortly. But that was one of the minor blessings she could offer, keeping them all at high spirits. A few more bits and bobbles for the guilds store room, following a predetermined path throughout the day for optimal gains. They'd all agreed to continue moving, knowing full well that it

ID:202342 | Battle:10, Craft:11, Loot:3 (+8 EN) Razzled and frazzled from unexpected fire, catching her and the rest of the party off guard. "That's just perfect, what is going on?" Trying to yell from the object, she'd rushed behind to avoid most of the damage. A glance up to the top of her screen, it looked as though everyone had taken a bit of damage. "I'm fine!" She shouts toward Griswold, watching on as he minces words with that buffoon. But strangely both nod. She doesn't even have enough time to acknowledge it before she can feel this creeping cold. A shiver rushes down her spine,

The ground shakes, a million stones race past of different sizes. He got it, and with the sudden realization that it had worked, Simmone was caught completely with her pants down. "I cannot believe it." Staring at Gaius's back as he begins to beat total pavement toward the creature. Tripping on one of those loose stones, she falls to one knee. "Perfect, I'll catch up." Lifting her ass up with an irritated tone and tossing one of Shiina's little objects out in the middle of the field, it starts to glow and the presence of the girl evolves out from it. It wasn't quite to the same magnitude given

Simmone was close, following right behind Griswold, Gaius taking up the rear. "Another dead end, this was so much easier before." The black cat admits, with the girls on guard duty, they were less likely to be surprised. It appeared that sneaking their way into the tower was probably going to be a no-go. The group kept ramming headfirst into barricades, mazes just do be like that doe. Slowly pulling out her rapier, keeping it on hand if they were to need it in a pinch. Although she'd had fought this thing before, the last time... The epiphany struck. "Gaius, can you knock it out of the sky?" T

"That is it." Simmone beckons with an outstretched hand, being the guide this time around. This wasn't her first rendition of this quest, and likely given what popped out when they completed it, it wouldn't be her last. With that acknowledgement, Griswold and her both nod. Gaius was pressed into the wall behind them both, a bit of that moxie had fallen away, apparently. The girls were doing what Simmone had come to expect. "I suppose it's clear, shall we press closer?" Simmone quips toward the pair, and they perform a quick gesture of yes. Gaius looked like he was about to lose his shit, which

The girl had blown a damn fuse, and apparently an hour here or there counted as working a full shift. Taking a seat next to the one offered to Sam, with Griswold in earshot. "From the beginning." She quips as a confirmation to the smith, that yukata billowing out as her legs beneath it fold. A sandal hanging loosely off her toes, she'd only caught a tiny amount of her heated little outburst. It was early, and processing speeds were at an all-time low. Clearly, whatever Sam had to say couldn't wait, enough that she just blurted it out to a whole bunch of people. There was a time and place for a

A twist of her head as she folds her arms across her chest, those long and open sleeves forming draped elbows. Leaning and placing her weight on her right leg, she continues to stare intensely at her twins. They were still so damn useful, toting that nigh half ton package up with ease. "Well, she's coming along. But Sam has a habit of getting distracted. I only can seem to keep her in the store for a short while, before she ends up fleeing off to god knows where." a message interrupts the conversation with the smith, and as she moves a long slender finger it expands. "Speak of the devil." She