Setsuna

"Hmph." Setsuna snuffs coldly, it would take her probably quite some time to get the stink out of the fibers even as a tailor. Both players glance down to Mina making a ruckus, knowing full well that Demon's Maw was no place for her. "Suppose with the attitude that you are right." That cool gaze falls to Freyd, who was offering to protect this girl. "Not quite grateful that her life was just spared, but the reality likely hasn't sunk in." Immediately, she shifts her gaze away, trying not to allow spite to consume her. Reaching down and grabbing one arm, to lift this still paralyzed albeit

Out of a gateway, light tapping shoes on aged stone. Dark, empty, save a captain. "I haven't the slightest idea, didn't put up much of a fight." Unfeeling, empty, just like the player's surroundings. Out of simply a gesture, Setsuna turns and takes a huff of her clothes. "Really, out of all of them you chose that one." she scoffs, she reeked like sulfur and whatever other sludge that was still smeared within that space. Plugging her nose, her sense of smell was a bit refined by comparison to the next guy. It made it all but pungent and overpowering. "Is she dead, have we failed?" The girl

ID:201842 | Battle:6, Craft:10, Loot:15+6=21 Stealth Rating (Assassin) Corridor set, gate crystal had dropped the girl hook line and sinker. An order given and movements made, where Raidou had given only the initial location her own captain had redirected and placed his own vice about the status quo. As Ameneti would find herself in a barren room completely beside where she once was, filled with clambering creatures that scurried left and right. Another one of Freyd's dungeons cleared and used as such an easy form of bear trap. Scratching, burning the eardrum as eyes dart from left to rig

11/4/21 Total: Gleaming Scales: 2 Demonic Shard: 1

11/4/21 (Item SMASH 2) Name: Mugen Tenshin Perversion - Citadel Profession: Merchant Rank: 5 Roll ID: 162182c Roll Result: See Above Item Type: Handwraps Tier: 4 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Accuracy 1, Keen 1, Paralytic Venom 1 Post Link: Here Description:

A hand hovering a blade, watching and waiting for the moment to appear. An entire sea of writhing masses, all sporting the faces of the players that stood with her. A smile forms beneath the cloth covering adorning her lips. Dancing and twisting through that mass hysteria as Lun'rael takes a heavy breath. The emerald green glow in her maw, ripe with intention, to burn all of these spectres down. The one remaining serpentine head begins to exhale, the flames escaping her teeth and tongue. A single puff of white smoke, and a violent tear. "You die here." Setsuna spat as she twists, an unfurled b

Outrage in her solitude, with nothing more than the weather to hear it. Another high pitch whir, as she blindly swings as a form of venting her frustration. It was a problematic prospect, not one she'd ever considered. If an orange player could play the part of human, then it undermined everything she was doing. If they were doing what was right, wouldn't that mean that her own actions were not just. An emboldened glare, surcharged by skills that made her that much more powerful and untamed. "Damned..." she couldn't even palette her anger, unable to find the words to release what was bott

The prick on her finger begins to close, the damage was nothing more than to her pride. Setsuna places the garb she was working on down, as much as she needed to finish it she simply couldn't. Reaching to her attire and grabbing a katana. The girl grabs the doorknob to the small, rickety cabin and twists, revealing the parade of snow that breaches the barrier as soon as it's opened. *crunch, crunch, crunch* the snow gives way to small footprints. Under a gray sky, she reaches for the handle and tears it free. Anger released. "Why did I even bother." Setsuna snaps with a snide remark, ripp

Dancing flame, on the side of a dimly lit interior. From a candle no less, painting a shadow from the girl on its surface with rapid movement. The slipping of a needle through fabric, and pulling the string tight. Thoughts bouncing around in her head with every tug. She stops, and inspects her finger. A small red pinhole at the tip, showing the bits at which was made up of. "Damn you." Setsuna remarks, but she wasn't referring to that fair needle, no. Something was causing her hesitation, to question more than she had ever. A crash of lightning racks her eardrums, as she looks to her immediate

The training was obvious, a simple shake of her head that mirrored the other assassin that fought alongside her. Similar in build, in attire and in motive. Setsuna nods to Freyd, that icy cold stare still burning bright over the cloth covering adorning her mouth. She slides the katana back into the sash around her hip, her eyes finding Mina but no words escape her. That gaze seemed almost threatening, and for a moment she contemplated speaking. But, there were other matters to attend. The frigid end would not waste time on chastising a player that clearly did not understand the gravity of what

"Understood" spoken in a cold and unfeeling bit of spite, twisted with an almost blood thirsty tone and shared in unison with Kasumi as Freyd's duplicates began to close in around such prey. Her attentions shift to Kasumi and for but a brief instant their eyes meet. Setsuna's feet slide apart, a billowing fog building as her thumb extends and peels free just an inch of that rimesworn blade. Kasumi begins the diversion, deliberately buying the opening the girl so desperately sought. The clap was the trigger, and once it is met, the Frigid End draws with a lunge. The girl disappears in that spee

Followed in suit to the sounds of shattering armor, a sudden chill down one's spine from a reaper in the dark. The mist's breath in a trail as they crawl along the ground. Kasumi had made the first blow, sending a creature of the dark assail. But it paled in comparison to the matched might, a well oiled machine just waiting for a conductor to wave a wand. A darting blue line, finds purchase on the peach colored skin of a flying foe. At first it doesn't appear to connect at all, but the raised blade bleeding dry ice begins to slide into an awaiting sheathe. It clatters shut, a soft click and as

The girl was following the same simple motivation. Kill or be killed, destroy anything that she deemed a problem. A sudden violent tear of cyan that began without origin before it connects, showing just for a brief flash behind her opponent with blade held high. A parade of fog escaping that edge and oozing outward below her feet. It chilled her skin, and with it a sense of her Aincrad given home along with it. Matched with a strange bloodthirsty filled serenity, an intense focus to maim or obliterate. Setsuna spins to face her own cut, as the katana finds its way closed. She vaults back and t

10/27/21 (Merge) Applying Cluster of Stars x1 (From Freyd obtained Here) Name: Small Piece of Soul Profession: Merchant Rank: 5 Roll ID: See Above Roll Result: See Above Item Type: Trinket Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Holy Blessing 2, Evasion 1 Post Link: Here

10/27/21 (Merge) Name: Small Piece of Fabric Profession: Merchant Rank: 5 Roll ID: See Above Roll Result: See Above Item Type: Cloth Armor Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: Holy Blessing 1, Evasion 2 Post Link: Here Description: A simple w

10/27/21 (Demonic Merge)

The rustle of a bell, the soft patter of her tabi on wooden and aged flooring. Dim lighting, only enough to see a soft glow but no more. Reaching into the cloth around her neck, she pulls a single shard of metal free. "Hidden" she expresses but a single word in that same cold tongue, before she looks down to the clothing she'd hauled in with her. "Still shoving your foot into your mouth?" Her eyes flare in that ice blue atop a new feminine body, but there was something else to it then that. Where before it was so obviously hostile, it was almost taunting. Like what one would do to a rival.

Back into the building, a small rattling of coins in a sack in her hands. A glance around proves there are no players within the building, only the NPC cook that ran the place. She ushers over to him, handing him the bag as per usual. He smiles to her, accepting the payment for the job she had taken. Under the guise of earning a small bit of coin, but to gather information without arising suspicion. "I am finished for today." her voice falls back into hers, a strange mismatch from the appearance she was still sporting. "Alright, feel free to come and work again. Oh! and here." He reaches into

Sliding back into the cafe, and tapping on a menu behind the counter. Appearing out of virtually thin air, a small yogurt topped with fresh fruit. She plucks it up and adds it to a carrying tray before exiting back into the sunlit day. To a table with an awaiting couple, two spoons provided next to the dessert. "Bon Appétit!" The waitress expresses with a jubilant expression. A set of chairs, on her flank, slide out and a bag of col is dropped upon the table's surface. As soon as she curtsies and twists around, that emotion filled smile becomes cold as it fades from her face. It's replaced wit

Placing the shake down in front of the blonde tank, a rather unremarkable waitress with a soft brunette ponytail and matching yellow apron. "Is that all?" she remarks with a smile. After a nod from the patron, she recognized, but not from days prior. She unfolds and ushers the metal platter used to carry it under her right shoulder, pushing a small notebook into the slot that hung over her thigh. "You seem a bit different from the last time I saw you." and within that woman's emerald green eyes, an intensity unbefitting of an NPC. But now was not the time to break guise, for there was a reason

A wave of white crystallizes a wound before a glowing red global of light flickers with what sounds like the shattering of glass. "I will see you suffer." Setsuna spits with a snap, a katana tearing a fresh entry before she shoves that heart in a jar within the still heated and flayed skin. It begins to climb, prisms of the stuff falling off in heaps as its super cooled. A twist on her heel, as spikes of ice fire out, creating wounds of their own like branches on a tree. A snap of her fingers sees them break, a breathing fog still oozing from a blade in her other. As if attached to a ball of s

► Setsunin-tõ Cost: 10 SP Passive Requirements: Rank 5 [Hiding], [Vanish] Mod, [Surprise Attack: Assassin] Mod Effect: User cannot benefit from Mitigation Values in Stealth Freeze can now be applied from stealth, but gains no bonus damage User cannot use AOE or Stun Based Sword arts from stealth Stealth Does not end after an attack is made Description: The ghost of floor 4, an enigma and a weapon. What is assumed brash and volatile can be extremely effective. Forgo all forms of defense, to become a lethal edge to destroy all that stand in your way.

198965 | LD:12+6=18, Stealth Rating Success! Bishop to B5 As if on command, a black edged blade risen to point. A gesture to a lingering scalpel, waiting and watching for that small rod of a conductor to start the play. A rimesworn blade, chilled and ready to make another showing, sees ichor colored ink spray from what seemed from no origin. It crystallizes and shifts to a gunpowder hued spray of dust, falling to the ground like pebbles. "One final life, I will take pleasure in taking part in it being taken away." A murmur like a whisper through a cloth adorning her lips. Ice-cold ir

9/22/21 (Crafting Respite: 184167-1) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 CD: +1 LD: Demonic Upgrade - (+5 Ambition) 2 198865 CD: 5 +1 LD: 16 Uncommon - 8

9/21/21 Materials Sent: 4/25/21, Shard Sent: 9/21/21