Circe

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Circe stood back for a moment, watching as Freyd and Omen both stumbled in their attacks. Freyd’s chain had failed to land properly, leaving him off-balance, and Omen’s strike, while powerful, hadn’t quite finished the job. Scareface was already starting to recover from the initial onslaught. She didn’t hesitate, though. While they regrouped, she saw her opening. With a quick, fluid motion, Circe slid two more daggers from her belt, their polished steel gleaming in the dim light. She twirled them effortlessly between her fingers, feeling the familiar weight before letting them fly. B

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Circe watched as Omen's axe slammed into the grotesque spider creature, Scarface, with a force that staggered it. For a moment, she hesitated, taking in the twisted, malformed figure of the girl-turned-spider, its upside-down face grinning grotesquely. "What kind of place is this?" she muttered under her breath, feeling a mix of disgust and fascination. This place really had a way of warping things, but she couldn't dwell on that now. Omen had it stunned, and she wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip. With quick precision, Circe darted forward, her fingers deftly finding the hilt

Circe raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Tiye’s offer. The way the woman spoke—half business, half casual—had her curious, and though her instincts told her to be wary, there was something about Tiye that felt like a gamble worth taking. "Special case, huh?" Circe echoed, a faint grin tugging at her lips. "Not sure if I should feel flattered or suspicious." She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly as she considered the proposition. The idea of company wasn’t unwelcome. Circe spent most of her time with Omen, and while he was a solid partner, there was something refreshing about someon

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With a swift motion, she let the first knife fly. It sliced through the air with a whisper, and within moments, it embedded itself into Iristmuth’s side. The second followed immediately, sinking into Kalavan’s shoulder. The effects took hold almost instantly. Circe smirked as she saw the status effects pop up. Freyd had already Paralyzed them both, but the second one did apply. Blood began to well from the wounds, the bleed effect almost ready to start to working its damage. Confident in her work, she didn’t bother to wait for the full impact. Her eyes flicked to Bahr, the swordsman who

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Circe’s gaze lingered on Tiye for a moment longer than necessary, eyes narrowing slightly in playful scrutiny. The woman’s relaxed posture and cryptic words didn’t match, but something about her felt different—disarming, in a way Circe wasn’t used to. “Stay alive, huh?” Circe smirked, tossing the <<Familiar Food>> pouch lightly in her hand. “That is the plan." There was a hint of defiance in her voice, but it wasn’t directed at Tiye. "I’m not used to random concern from strangers," she admitted, her smirk softening into something more genuine. "But I guess I appreciate it

Circe paused, glancing up toward the voice with a raised brow. Perched on the high walls of the Town of Beginnings was a woman, legs dangling casually as if the world below her was nothing more than a passing spectacle. The woman’s tone was laid-back, but her words carried a weight that didn’t escape Circe’s notice. “Is that so?” Circe replied coolly, her gaze flicking to the pouch in her hand. The <<Familiar Food>> was still warm in her grip, and the weight of the gypsy’s warning lingered in her mind. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about being in debt to some eerie NPC, but the

Circe hadn’t expected much from her trip to Floor One. After the fight with the King of Lakes and a few other minor quests, she and Omen decided to part ways for a bit. It wasn’t strange—he had his own business to take care of, and she… well, she didn’t mind some quiet time to focus on her own things. Floor One was always nostalgic, but today it felt like just another place for errands. She was picking up supplies for the next big quest, grabbing ingredients for Omen’s usual food buffs and maybe something extra for herself. But as she walked across the familiar plains, her gaze caught som

"Better luck next time," she echoed, giving the old man a wink as they passed him. She glanced over at Omen, who was already being swarmed by NPCs. They cheered and slapped his back like he was some kind of hero. The whole scene was almost ridiculous, but Circe didn’t mind. For once, she felt like she was on the right side of things and found herself not protesting too much with the NPCs fanfare. As they waded through the crowd, she caught Omen’s eye and flashed him a toothy smile again. "Not bad for a couple of misfits, huh?" Her tone was teasing, but there was something genuine ben

Normally, she’d scoff at the idea of accepting help, preferring to get back on her feet by herself. But something about the way he held out his hand—solid, reliable, and without a hint of condescension—made her pause. She glanced up at him, and for a brief moment, her usual tough exterior cracked. There was something in Omen’s rumbling voice, the way he simply stated, “It’s not your day,” that caught her off guard. He wasn’t pitying her; he was just... there. In his own calm, gruff way, he was offering his strength. With a quiet sigh and a subtle smile, she took his hand. It wa

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