Celeste

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 257123, CD: 8 (+8 EN), Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN, Mit corrected to 0 via Bloodlust Caught entirely off guard by some effect of Shiina’s song, it causes her body to feel hot and her blood starts to pump. Her eyes become so charged they begin to leave trails, like smoke from a furnace. Inside those blazing coals of red, a bloom of azure breaths into it from what seems like nowhere. Her weapon turns the same, becoming alive with the flames of the father. “Oh this, This I like.” Celeste rips as she tears that thing over her right shoulder. The moment her int

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 257102, CD: 7 (+8 EN), CoDL fades, Inspiring {Shiina} +4 EN The rest of her party is actually giving her a run for her money, both figuratively and really. Celeste cannot help but grin wide with a mischievous appreciation at the carnage that the group was able to dish out, and keeping up with her. Normally it's her doing all the heavy lifting, again with double meaning. Her weapon screams to life with all of her stamina and fervor, her eyes shine in crimson rage. A single broad stroke rips through the air with all the tenacity and force a woman with her

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 257076, CD: 9 (+8 EN) A small glance up catches just a glimpse of Kasumi leaping from one roof to another. Celeste flicks her thumb up while stealing a look at Griswold. “Guess she found something.” The red head barks, starting to pick up the pace and scamper after the much more nimble girl. Before she can even see what is happening, the sounds of impacts and outcries riddle her eardrums. Matched in time with whines of sword art triggers, and pulses of Kasumi bouncing around the battlefield. Flashes of pink outlining the trees in an obscured glow. While

With a small conversation held, Lium had stated that he was going through something that he had to deal with ASAP. For the better part of a week he had been AWOL and she has had to pick his slack while he was gone. As much as she wanted to hate him for not doing his damn job, she understood. It seemed important to him so she would make the exception just this once. Walking into the guild hall with a yawn, she was fucking exhausted but the world was not going to stop just so that she could take a break. A message came through from the little blue haired girl, she was being more active than ever

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256378, CD: 4 (No Proc) Little pink petals float down from where Kasumi was, seeing all of them fall like limp noodles. It was her turn to make a mess. Rushing in with no thoughts at all she would cleave through the poor things like they were nothing more than pathetic mobs waiting to be killed. On one of them she would start to run and randomly teleport to it instead of using her feet. “Ah fuckin hell” she would say as she would trying regaining her balance to swipe at the last on. This boss dude looked the same as the last but it had a chocolate top h

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256352, CD: 2 (No Proc) More of the weird creatures spawn, she would smile at the fact that Freya was the one losing her shit this time. She was sure that it would not take long for her to do the same but it was nice to see someone other than herself getting annoyed to death. They would just be laying there staring up at the cloudy sky, she would hope that that did not mean more weird chocolate milk rain. It took forever to get the smell out of her clothing. Carving down at the smaller ones, most of them would evaporate as she would move onto the others

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 256210, CD: 2 (No Proc), FATE Disabled until Bloodlust buff active Walking out of the bread building and watching some of the creatures get beat to shit by what seemed like absolutely nothing at first glance, her stomach would start to growl. “I fucking hate this place” she yells out as her large cleaver comes out. Running to the remaining enemies, this crowd was almost gone and done with. She hated this place because every time she would leave and get home she would always eat her weight in whatever she could find to eat. She was so glad that you could

Crashing the door of the guild hall open as the other hand is placed against her lips to hold a yawn from getting out of control. Lium had been gone for days and the past few days she has had to pick up the slack. Getting no sleep, she was kinda hoping that he was doing okay. He told her a little bit but that didn’t really explain why the disappearing act. A ping of her HUD would allow the chance of a quest. It would keep her busy and she could take out her anger on the things that would be spawning after the deliveries. It will be a good day. Grabbing a crate from the Vault she would head out

Optimal Turn Order, Simmone and Celeste swapped, Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255701, CD: 5 (No Proc) As the next set spawned she was already making head wind to the larger one of the group. Out of seemingly nowhere she would disappear, leaving a silhouette of herself where she was. Appearing right in front of the thing, she would waste no time as she would cleave at every part of the body that she could reach. When it tried to back lash she would just back up and bring that weapon back down on them. It would give an outraged peep and rapid speeds and she would take a deep breath a

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255669, CD: 7 (+8 EN) The rest of the team had already made a right mess of the situation before Celeste had a moment to really allow the circumstances to sink in. The woman was on autopilot, her brain still running on vapors. Most of the enemies were all but blown away, leaving nothing more then festive splatters of food in a gibed mess that looked like a food fight. "What, Where?" Celeste sniffles tilting around to find a pair of little legs floundering out of a space Raidou had just shoved it in. "Eat shit." Celeste barks raising that cleaver of hers

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255656, CD: 3 (No Proc) Equally as exhausted and stricken with a sour mood, Celeste dumps a payload of drastic power in a wide arc. The sweep a gruesome and lethal wave of azure flames following behind it. Creatures caught in the blast radius swell and expand from the heat, all manner of marshmallow becoming fat then melty before turning black. Even those not so lucky to survive are beginning to become mushy and turn toward becoming a puddle of mush. The fact that most things on the floor were food made Celeste and those like her surprisingly effective,

A flaming mop of bed head, the woman had been awoken by the sounds of cannon fire and shouting. The Blood Raven and its sister vessels had a bout of craziness at dawn, due to the fact the damn NPC that helmed that charge didn't need to sleep like she did. The irritated and still half unconscious expression plastered across her face said it all, and the random pile of shit she'd stolen spoke even further. Normally she'd pilfer the good stuff, fancy paintings or reusable foodstuffs. This was just about everything that wasn't nailed down. Half a flag, a box of nails a half written book and a beds

As the azure flames remained a vibrant rush of heat, the shadows cast leave both women to be cast in odd lighting with such color at their fronts. "You might be right, I don't fucking know." Her arms remain crossed as the fire raged, keeping alive for longer then most normally would. There might have been some sort of accelerant or it might have had something to do to the obtuse nature of Celeste's brand of fire. "Relations? You mean fucking?" Celeste picked apart the statement about as tactfully as hitting a watermelon with a sledgehammer. The woman cannot help but bust out laughing when it d

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255316, CD: 9 (+8 EN) Seeing more of these things appearing out of thin air. A glare toward them all as she rushes into the fray. Swinging down at one, again she misses something that is laying as still as deer caught in headlights. Getting angry at this factor she would swing again but this time it evaporates under the cleaving impact of her weapon. The last attack with the build up rage that she was feeling causes her to not walk but teleports toward the larger creatures. Chopping down instantly, usually some gashes would be seen from pure violence of

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255259, CD: 6 (No Proc) They all spawn and get beaten to shit and then all just fall to the ground like rag dolls being tossed around. This next big boss looked like crap but it smelt different than that, thank god for that. She would take advantage of the brutal attack and the fact that they were just laying there. Running toward the pack she would attempt to chop them up. Missing the first, how did she miss a not moving target. For a split second she felt shame. The second one hit dead on and shattered into nothingness. For the third she would disappe

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 255241, CD: 11 (+8 EN) The sound of combat perks her attention, making the conclusion that Kasumi had found something to attack. Her left hand opens and extends out in front of her, a vortex of azure flames causing her given armiger to coalesce into a solid shape out of the ether. The huge cleaver is hoisted over her right shoulder and with intention she warps high into the air, her body turning transparent and leaving these wisp like trails of cobalt. Dropping like a hammer on a judges podium, the red head descends and collides with the terrain with fo

The redhead enters the guild hall with a shrill whistle escaping her lips, having just got back from a blood filled excursion over the skies of Ladonia. Vexx had escaped again, as expected but at least she had quite the pile of pilfered wares to stake a claim on. Some of that shit however none of the Galtean knew how to use, so that shit was a prime canidate to dump off at the guild else it would clutter the fuck out of the Blood Raven. It was a trash haul to the guild hall. Breaking into the second floor storage she is met with quite a number of fresh faces and one not so much “Sup?” she bark

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Gaius} +4 EN, Recovery | 255086, CD:4 (No Proc) Seeing one of the creatures attack Freya, that sends her into a frenzy. “LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE” yelling out as she strikes fast and hard not holding anything back. Brutally murdering them all with just a single sideways strike. Breathing heavily filled with rage, she didn’t like when things attacked her friends. It was a bit weird to think about but they were friends and family to her. After all they had been through, how could she not think that. From what she knew there was still one more group of thi

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Gaius} +4 EN, Recovery | 255063, CD:4 (No Proc) The large black and white chicken was being smacked around like a rack doll. Every time someone would get even close to it it would screech out in a bloody murder tone like it was being beaten. Guess technically it was but it would make that sound even when it wasn’t being touched. “Okay I am so done with your loud dumb ass” saying as she rushes toward it trying to run from her now. All of a sudden she went from being ten feet away to right next to it. All that can be seen is a very light blue silhouette w

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Gaius} +4 EN, Recovery | 254981, CD:11 (+8 EN) Rushing into the fray as well with her large cleaver rearing to go. “Not bad, but not good either. Watch this" as she slams her blade into several like a human wrecking ball. The two that took the brunt of the impact collided with one another and burst into shards. The last starts shooting nuggets at her, Freya would dash in front, putting her scythe up as Celeste would see the opportunity to dash behind it and clash against his back. It would tumble forward and Freya would shift out of the way. Seeing the

Seeing people walk in and out of the vault “Ah we’re doing this again” saying with her feet laying on the table crossed and her chair slightly tilting back on its back legs. Biting into an apple down to its core. Tossing the dead fruit into the air, pointing a finger gun at it and says “Bang” as the core explodes into shards. As she would finish chewing, she starts to walk to the vault when she sees a young girl peep out from Raidou’s laboratory. “Hey little blue, nice fightin out there. Hope to see you again in action soon.” A small smile given from Celeste before heading into the other room.

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254876, CD: 6 (No Proc) The red head bounds past the duo, right into the fray without a second thought. Her weapon rips across the sand, cutting a rut in it as she heaves up with a reddish orange discharge. Like a baseball bat or better yet a shovel, a good portion of the terrain and a pair of opponents are tossed like cannon balls straight out toward the sea. A tap of her left hand against her brow, right above a smile as they plummet through the air. A few seconds roll by before the first one finally connects, slamming into the water from a big enough

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254856, CD: 5 (No Proc) The deer begins to pick itself off the ground, having already sustained multiple attacks from the group. This causes Celeste to smile, finding its durability to be a welcome sight. "Tough little bastard aren't you?" The woman barks as the thing stamps one of its hooves and starts to tip tap a quick walk toward the nearest foe. "Oh no you don't." She yelps as she gives hot pursuit. Rushing in behind it, the woman wraps both arms around its waist as she releases her weapon. Locking her left wrist in her right hand, she rips up the

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254835, CD: 7 (+8 EN) Keeping in the shadow of her group, the aura between them really conveyed that they were itching for a fight. That more then suited Celeste, who had been looking for a way to blow off some steam without any diplomatic strings attached. As foes begin to bound around, and attacks started to populate the field in all manner of different explosive hues it signified that things had begun. A raise of her right arm and her hand sprang open, a vortex of swirling azure flame manifests her armiger in her palm. A twist of her body as its hois

The fiery temper held beneath a weave of red hair meanders into the vault dropping of a couple sacks of ill gotten coin, as well as some of flower and a keg of mead. All things claimed from the Ladonian empire that her crew didn't need any extra of. Last thing she needed was an excuse for her sailors to become more drunk and belligerent. A whistle as she caught the newly forming smattering of players forming up in the vault. "What's the beef?" she quips toward the group scanning their expressions before her eyes set on the little care packages they were making. "Got it, sure why not?" Celeste