Celeste

*Optimal Turn Order Shift Standard Recovery +3 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Charge Refreshed Another sharp slash as that immense and overbearing column of wood moved toward her. A section is cut free moments before it impacts the woman, causing her red hair to flail angrily as the pieces now cut into logs fly harmlessly past her. They burned slightly in that cobalt blue, threatening to become ash. A pivot of her weapon and she cleaves down into the creatures body, pushing it deep before rushing to its right. Carving out a huge section of its body, leaving bits of shrapnel in her wake as she d

Moving to Floor 19, Optimal Turn Order Reorder Standard Recovery +3 EN, Charge CD {2/3} Later that evening, there journey was still not quite complete. It seemed this chick had a laundry list of things to accomplish and in the parties desperation to understand they had chosen to accompany her. The floor 19 forbidden lands took the shape of a lush green field of grass. Not entirely unlike the city of coral yet it was much more damaged and destroyed. Celeste somewhat recognized the area and yet the reasoning for their visit remained vague. Moreover once they started into the forest treeli

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Vanish Refreshed The sudden rush of power ringing out from the woman's party catches her by surprise. Just what the hell was happening these days? Celeste tries to keep her head in the game despite the system seeming to fucking be destroyed around her. She manages to close the gap and offers a singular wide swing as the room fills with flames not her own. Creatures trapped within them are left defenseless as her cleaver collects and discharges that flame into a singular defined point. Like a vacuum it turns into a letter of destruction, in a mas

Right on Setsuna's heels, Celeste's form jerks into the fray with a scattering ethereal blue trail as if she is made of glass. In that instant as mirages of her shape are left across the room, she seems to blink into the final one and dumps a massive wave of cobalt blue into all of her respective victims screaming out "EAT SHIT!". The slimes screech and begin to bubble, their bodies being phase changed to steam. The room fills with what was once part of their digital bodies, and as they frenetically wave bladed arms into the obscurity they would find that the woman was long since gone. Slipped

Stealth Rating: 231517, LD:19 + 3 = 22 (Success) Although the woman wasn't quite to the speed as other members of the guild, Celeste kept pace through endurance and exertion more then finesse. Her fucking knees tingled with all the hunching and the sheer amount of times she'd have to slow to a crawl to prevent her weapon from clipping a nearby surface was well beyond what she could count on both hands. The soft tapping of her heels would convey to her party if they were vigilant enough, that she was close by and keeping the pace from the shadows. Narrowly perching behind a nearby wall, sh

Standard Recovery +3 EN Rocketing back into the fray the woman clambers for her great sword and claims it from the grass, it supercharges in a vibrant crimson. The thing bends and folds into solidarity, burning bright in cobalt blue. A heavy sweep sees that color spread, lingering in the air as an arc of light. It carves deep her opponent and as a result the King's health would take an immediate nosedive. The attack connects with its stomach and leaves this hefty incision that exposes the thin network of webbing beneath that was its avatar wireframe. The force causes the thing to flounder

Celeste ramping up and taking swipes here or there as the massive fish just takes it like a champ. "Good god!" the woman barks as her weapon bounces harmlessly off a fat belly, as if she'd just attempted to punch a trampoline. She winds back for another attempt but that's when the thing pays out a loud burp and starts to roll "SHIT SHIT SHIT." Celeste screams as she's suddenly sent into a rapid sprint to avoid the newly formed steamroller that was attempting to crush her flat. It was as if they had taken a scene straight out of Indiana jones and turned him into a redheaded woman. After she man

The redhead shakes her head in disbelief, but frankly she wasn't entirely sure what to expect. This was the first time they'd ever functioned and been this close to the broad. She smelled like some sort of poisonous plant and talked like some sort of upper royalty. Yet the sarcasm Celeste could get behind. As the lizard rushes past Celeste drops her weapon which bounces once before dismissing as puffs of blue fire. "Oh NO YOU DONT!" She yells as she contorts and dives for the crafty little fucker. A solid thud on her stomach, sliding up she rips her arms around and reveals her catch. Worming a

A stark contrast weave of red hair painted upon the rolling green fields that were the pastures of the city of coral. A heft of her greatsword over her right shoulder, she'd look to the pair expectantly. "Fish?" Her attentions shift immediately to Shiina as she knelt near the shore, a light pan of her gaze toward the water and a faint recollection of First Lessons. A shutter and an almost horrified retelling in her mind, given the sheer gravity of the atrocities they faced upon such an unforgiving affair. Mainly boredom. "Well lets get to it then, otherwise we are going to be out here until ne

Paragon Reward (25) (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, Free Skill Respec

Standard Recovery +4 EN Celeste manages to move out of the way moments before she is pile drived by a random suit of armor. "Nice." The woman quips as they both line prone at her feet, leaning on her cleaver as if it were a countertop. They had this shtick in the bag and it looked as though Simmone had these bastards handled. That left her attention to the big shish kabob strung up on the back of the room. But before she could fully close the gap, Kasumi was already there and completely fucks up the things armor, sending pieces firing off like shrapnel. "Damn..." Celeste couldn't help but

Nearly the last inside, she takes a glance toward Gaius who was just as perlexed as she was. "Is this normal for you all?" Celeste remarks toward Gaius who responds with a simple shrug. "Well, Fuck it. Last one in is a rotten egg." Celeste offers the phrase older then time itself, before she rips her ass down the hallway with every bit of footspeed she could pop off with. It was a regular madhouse, Simmone slaughtering a bunch of dudes in black bathrobes, yet they turn out to just be black bathrobes. A few suits of armor slink across the stonework at rapid pace, one much larger and much more p

Relaxed [2/2], Full EN recovery, Stealth | 229934 LD: 3 + 3 = 6, Failure Limply the woman stands, the last to join their little sub party. She'd use her weapon to give her leverage to get to her feet, covered in dirt and still smoking. "Ready?" Celeste offers and returns the same acceptance to the other two. Simmone already the first on ahead, keeping a low profile the woman would see herself to the back. Allowing them to take point, she'd keep the rear and make sure their flanks were covered. A couple of tricks she'd picked up through her current escapades. As it would seem that the rest

Relaxed [1/2] The dulled expression on the girl didn't fade, and yet the fire continue to kindle. It was as if something else was riding her mind, on a sort of defensive autopilot. Yet she held fast against the wall, using her sword to prop her up. The passage of time slowly shows the kindling fade slowly, and with it the light in her eyes seem to return. As if she'd returned home from some far away journey. She collapses over her own weapon, having to lean on it much more readily. Celeste's legs threaten to buckle out, and after she readjusts and pushes herself against that wall she slid

Standard Recovery +4 EN Pushing her feet forward she detaches from the wall and looks up, the entire ceiling of their encounter was gone. It exposes the midday sky and a number of NPC's look down in complete shock, trying to avoid the newly formed crater. Her energy was still not to a level where she should be able to move and yet she seemed to be managing through sheer force of will. As if on autopilot, her eyes glossed over and blank. Bits of stone continue to clatter down and slam into nearly every piece imaginable, even finding puddles to splash into and spray more green gunk around.

Standard Recovery +4 EN Celeste's tank was completely spent, and based on her positioning she only manages to catch a glimpse of Simmone rushing to her aid. But its faint and fuzzy, as her vision kept blurring and going dark. On the verge of falling unconscious she manages to fight her troubled breathing and slaps her face once, enough to give her a single tick of missing HP. With that burn and tingle, she fights the coming tide and starts to push herself up to her feet. Sputtering back into existence the cobalt blue flames start to kindle. Her legs a bit limp yet keep her upright, wiggli

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Hyperactive Fades The smoke still billowing off her shoulders, the woman refused to give in or back down. After all that was the whole point of Freyd's lesson a long time ago. Pushing off the ground with a heavy shove, she manages back to her feet and manages to get another sword art to lit up. A clench of her teeth as the weapon ripped her around with her fervor and she dumps that massive steel right through the target closest to her. The thing is bisected as that heavy section of metal carves right through its lime green body like butter, only

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Charge Refreshed Using the last bit of juice the woman had on tap, her cleaver flares and sparks in small puffs of blue flame. Even her armiger was struggling with her failing strength. It was all she really had left to give. That flame trails up her arms and catches on her shoulders, as if she was burning up all she had left to give. Her arm twists and she releases the handle, sending the cleaver whirling through the air like a giant throwing star. Each rotation screams out in audible *rff rrff* until it slams into the target. Her hand rips out

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Hyperactive +3 EN, Charge CD {2/3} Fighting back the troubled breathing, a slight blessing in the form of some effect from Simmone offers her some respite. Her weapon tears from the ground, as debris from her last attack continues to fall and clatter to the stonework and find itself rolling into the crater she'd left. The cleaver begins to burn a bright red, as bluish flames grace the metal like small bits of kindling. Slime king was now divided into two separate parts, seems that it was do to its attempts to avoid Simmone actually ending it for good. A clever tri

Standard Recovery +4 EN As if right on queue, Celeste knew her target. Ladonia loved this trick after all, numbers. They loved to pour in dozens of troops and try to overwhelm their opposition through mass. Problem was is normally these mooks were just that, pathetic weaklings that could be cut down in droves. Aiming to cut the opposition down to size and prevent the king from reclaiming it she rushes across the chamber. In a surprising and volatile amount of force, her cleaver jumps above her head as she rips it up. It catches in fire, as a burning of blue light sparks in her iris. "FUCK

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge Refreshed The small chamber fills with a star like light that causes her to shield her vision from view. Using her arm as a barrier, she shakes off the metaphorical sun that had been born within the room. It only lasts a brief moment but it was making her see spots. Blinking, she fights her view back into function as she winces. As soon as her opportuning fired, Wrath in Cardinal spikes in the Vandilire flame. It matched her aggression, and her moxie but was still a wild and untamed bucket of potent energy. Without warning the skill to which she kept accide

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Charge CD {2/3} The wind picks up in the chamber as Gaius stuck to the ceiling like some sort of spider. Feet locked to it as if gravity was merely a suggestion, causes a twist of confusion to paint itself across Celeste's face. What an odd method, this has got to be the first time she'd ever seen something so looney toon occur in the game. Although given the giant Razwell she heaved like a simple table, it wasn't that out of the ordinary. Raking her cleaver it catches in a spark of bluish flames, and with little to no warning, the woman zips through the battlefie

Celeste chuckling still from Gaius's underhanded joke, it was clear that at least this guy had a sense of humor. Unlike the rest of these sticks in the mud. Why had she not grouped up with him before now? Ripping her hand out to her right side, she'd lock eyes with Nisahime as her armiger formed up out of a blue spark of fire. The light builds, as flames begin to scream across its surface and without warning she turns and heaves it like its a small dagger. Whirling through the air, the massive slab of metal slams into her target. Blinking in a sharp trail of slightly transparent blue lines, th

227833 | Starting Stealth Rating (LD 6 + 3 = 9), Failure! Trying her best to mimic Kasumi, Celeste was having nearly none of the same luck. Probably due to the fact she was hefting around in thicker galtean armor and that weapon of hers making her weight value much larger. This made her footfalls that much more clumsy, like a pick up truck through some bushes, she'd try and slip in slowly. Tapping a singular bone with her foot sees it slide across the surface toward the white haired woman, who would immediately turn to greet Celeste with a smile. Stepping out of the shadows knowing that s

Standard Recovery +4 EN Sam seemed to be struggling to keep her head on straight, given whatever bow she was toting around seemed to be physically taxing. Thats when it hit Celeste... When the fuck did she ever see someone with a bow? "Wait a minute..." Celeste looks to the raven haired girl, as a number of monkeys start to pour in from the wall sphincters. Irritated Celeste provides a singular heavy swipe casting a massive wave of heat that burns most of the floating paper into immediate ash, the beasts unlucky to not retreat are immediately reduced to cinders. "The hell did you get that