Setsuna

3/6/21 Materials Sent: 10/6 Moved to Shop

"Don't bother." The cold murmur on the wind like a whisper, the lights within the building all flicker out at once. A spectre in the dark, and the slight gleam of a needle. A peel of a tape around the woman's frame before she could even snap to attention. Her measurements taken, the flutter of fabric and a bone chilling fog. "You have your armor, and it will fit you." A bite on her words spoken in Starla's ear "I made sure of it." Folded as the white strands of mist began to disperse, a small package in a bundle neatly squared. The ghost of floor 4, only the bravest sought her out for her

A rip into her armor, a peel of a strange looking gold stone and a little glimmering star. A bright blueish crystal the same. Setsuna's hearing began to return and she slides Hidden down prone "No he won't". The response was adamant and her eyes were ablaze with skills triggering. "He made a mistake" Setsuna muttered coldly and softly to Hidden "He forgot to keep his eye on me." Pushing the <<Rising Sun>> into the floor as the <<Golden Star>> triggers and strengthens her power, two could play at this little game he was playing. A spin of her wrist as she pulls out a bri

2/27/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 184187 CD: 6 +1 LD: 1 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 184188 CD: 8 +1 LD: 16 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 3

With the newest arrival, the player that stood against them named her as the prisoner. This one must have been taken, the one that Hidden was seeking. That reverberating sound causes her very shape to begin to form small lines in cracks along her silhouette. Her disguise was ice, and with this sound it worked to destabilize it. As they formed like veins across the pale reflection owned by the real one. "Found out the secret have you? A pity, but if you wish to see me for real." The voice beginning to twist back into neutral. A slinking coil, a high pitch sound causes her to become deaf. T

Raising the mirrored hand, standing loosely some odd 10 feet from the real one. A single glance out of the corner of her eye, Setsuna looks deeply into the woman's eyes. Risque was struggling, but putting on a brave face. After all he had to keep up this illusion that everything was fine, else he'd lose control of the situation. It had yet to dawn on him that he already had. "People really have a way of underestimating me, it pisses me off more than anything." Setsuna mimicked in perfection to the real Hidden and to the idiot that hadn't yet realized he had lost. "You must be deaf, I thou

A glint in the shade, the blade in her grasp still scorched the air around it in that chill. The fog produced lingered with a thickness, strangling the woods the fight was held. A glance from where she stood, an earnest peel to see what was playing out. This character, this long winded creature. This was a game to him, the woman in white a toy to play with. "I will take that from your lips." Setsuna whispered into the branches, allowing only them to hear her ire and her disgust. "Let this final day for you to know fear, that it would rob you of what you so desperately cling to. But I find it f

Steps throughout the floor, through the limelight that cast the entirety of the floor into darkness. A single ball in the sky above, ushering the hunt to begin. There was strange silence that was settled among, a soft breeze as if all else held its breath within its clutches. The small child that aimed for her would be aggressors, their folly doing no more than draw a target upon their respective backs. Now the girl knew that they were on the prowl, now the girl was invested and made aware. In their haste, a grave mistake... Each vault practiced, each ascend and descend a routine. Setsuna

A faint flicker and pulse of energy as she wormed her way through the conflicts, dropping low and removing a skull which rolled upon the floor. Another swing casts a blade toward her, she becomes ethereal like smoke. The attack was on an afterimage, a convenient doppelganger. A late night on the trail of monsters in the dark, teeth bore and an expected easy meal. But what they found... Was something worse. The predator that was a small child in a torrent of blood, a single head upon the floor begins to fizzle out. The high pitch whir that follows a drawn katana, causes another to yel

A search for his eyes moments before his own would seek out the stone, knowing full well that a few of these if one looked hard enough would contain hers. "A tragedy yes, but for who?" Setsuna offered as she traced another unknown, sliding her hand up and revealing Kobold as the killer. "I would say this, there are some names on this wall that deserve another addition. To halt a handful more." Spoken from first hand, and mirrored throughout the entirety of the plate was a confirmation of it. To her adding one more could stop so many from joining it, one for multiple was a fair sacrifice to mak

A single glance to Alkor, noting him amongst them. She had spoken her piece and chose to leave the blade in its scabbard, unsure what else he expected. To the final name upon the tapestry of slate and lead, running her fingers down the letters as they were traced left to right. Meina Tsuji ~ Slain by Unknown A brisk removal with a slide of her hand makes a slick sound, drug from the giant tombstone and mass grave. An usher closer to Alkor, eager to see what it was he was here for and to understand him more clearly. "I've done them a service, by not cutting that heathen down. For whom

A soft exhale, the girl was hardly deaf to match the other condition. Another had also taken insult to the chastise of the dead, a dishonor on their memory with just a few made light words. "Before, I would have drawn my blade on you, aimed to rip that tongue from your fowl mouth. I would be doing the world a service, for it can not be held down can it? A mockery you make of those you never knew, clipped from the strands of fate long before it was to reach an end. But I find solace in the fact that when your life lingers over those same shears, beginning to fray upon the blade before they snap

An uneasy silence, a child alone as she glanced at the huge slab of slate. On its face a multitude of carvings littering its surface, of names of those long consumed and forgotten by this place. Names that would never again be spoken unless read aloud here. Setsuna lifts a rather bone-cold ivory white hand, placing it upon the section of glass-like polish. Running her index down its length as she traces a line across one of many 'Shiroe Murasaki ~ Slain by Unknown'. Within her throat a burning and choking grip, like a knife driven clean into it she could feel the pain despite any limitation of

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As Setsuna pressed against them, with every fiber of her being. Her muscles ached from insistent and unending swings. A small ring from her HUD continued to no end, it was screaming out to alert her that it was empty. But every second it could, she would empty it once more. A violent tear of her steel cleaves wide arcs through the air causing a scattering film of white to freeze the blackened rain as it fell. Sections and droves of the hordes of blackened kin are cut down with each vorpal swing. "For Freya." A memory of Hugo, of Misery, of Mishiro. The names of some she did not know,

Latching on to Lessa's wrist, and using the anchor to peel herself free. Setsuna whirls in anger, ripping clean the head of one as she pivots with the blonde as a focal. The girl was nothing more than a weapon, eager to put an end to this mess in her own special brand of violence. But with this small gesture, the girl would continue, how long was still a question. "One down." Setsuna quipped to the woman as if offering the kill to her as payment. "There seems to be no end to them, as if they are being placed here intentionally and not at random." A flare of disgust and outrage as a metal

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A swirling edge rolled closer and closer to the rough amalgamation that was an enforced group of players roughly attempting to aid NPC in a jarring twist. "Don't be a coward." Setsuna spoke rather bluntly toward the much larger male clad in gold. "If you accept loss then you've already forfeited those around you for your own skin. Accept nothing, assume that you are an implement that makes the difference. Lift your sword and prove your no coward, no animal." A swelling tide to which she dove into without remorse, she'd fight to the last swing. To the final point of stamina without a care

Stances: Mortal Draw [Iai[

A parade of children held in a linkage, the girl in silver hair being barely a foot taller could be confused for one of them. In her brash and quick break, she'd managed them out of the settlement and to a softer pasture. A clearing would serve to halt surprises, and she had done as was expected of her here. It was an oddity for the girl to bend so heavily over to aid another, but like the small quivering child in Urbus she could not ignore them completely. Somewhere beneath all that spite and anger, that thirst for revenge was a child still. A girl who cared if another lived or did not, she'd

A single flicker on the wind, a sole group barely visible through skill alone. A fuzzy projection in silhouette but with no features, it was strange that like this she could hardly tell them apart. But as her guild preached, her only 'friends' for lack of a better word she would shift from the onslaught to aid on their whims and expectations alone. Mishro was gone, assumed the girl had made it away and heeded what she was told. One less lamb for the slaughter. A single twist of a wrist, latching on to a cold and wet thing. Like let there be light, a small child. "Hush yourself, and feel l

1/3/21 Materials Sent: 10/4/20 Moved to Guild Vault

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1/1/21 Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 180809 CD: 8 +1 LD: 15 Rare - 10 (+5 Ambition) 2 180810 CD: 10 +1 LD: 12 Perfect - 13 (+5 Ambition)