Mishiro 0 Posted November 6 #1 Share Posted November 6 (edited) Spoiler LEVEL 24: HP: 480/480 | EN: 66/66 | DMG: 19 | MIT: 36 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 1 | FLN: 6 (6-8) | BH: 3% | VO: 10% SKILLS: Spoiler | skills mod count: 0/5 RAPIER | RANK 5/5 [BASE: Proficiency] +7 DMG [ADDON: Ferocity] +2 DMG [ADDON: Precision] +1 ACC [ADDON: Stamina] Reduce EN of all attacks by 2. [SHIFT: ST Specialist] +3 to multipliers and +2 to EN cost; ST-I, ST-II, ST-B. COMBAT MASTERY: DMG | RANK 3/3 [BASE: Proficiency] +9 DMG BATTLE HEALING | RANK 3/5 [BASE: Proficiency] Regenerate +3% of max HP at the start of a turn. | extra skills [2] FIRST AID | RANK 5/5 [BASE: Proficiency] [PA, 15 EN] Single target heal: 20% of target max HP. [ADDON: Field Medic] [PA, 15 EN, 3 CD] AoE heal (including self): 25% of target(s) max HP. SURVIVAL | +10% received healing. Immunity to all damage dealing environmental attacks/effects. | expenditure Spoiler Total SP: 120 | Spent: 113 | Unspent: 7 SKILL: Rapier (30) ADDON: Stamina (4) ADDON: Precision (2) ADDON: Ferocity (4) SHIFT: ST Specialist (10) SKILL: Combat Mastery (13) EXTRA SKILL: First Aid (30) ADDON: Field Medic (6) SKILL: Battle Healing (14) EQUIPMENT: Spoiler walpurgisnacht CURSED, FALLEN, VAMPIRIC (OFFENSIVE), ABSOLUTE ACCURACY TIER 3 DEMONIC RAPIER | [state]: crafted [ref] it is a talisman. your victory lies not in bloodshed, but in your own survival. do you understand? even if the skies are never rent open, roslyn, lyudochka, you will live another day to watch the falling snow gather on your hands. 'til the end of this holy night. white cloak MITIGATION II, EVADE TIER 3 PERFECT LIGHT ARMOR | [state]: crafted a white hooded cloak made for comfort. dioscuri ACCURACY III TIER 1 PERFECT JEWELRY | [state]: crafted a pair of earcuffs fashioned from precious stone. one. | two. | three. This post is best experienced in light mode. SHE TURNS THE UNLIT LAMP IN HER HANDS UNTIL SHE IS HOLDING UP THE SIDE THAT BEARS A LINE OF BLACK INK. UNDER A BLINKING STREET LIGHT; DESERTED NORTH RONBARU, LAND STRIPPED TO BONE, SONGS AND LAUGHTER FADING FAR BEHIND; SHE READS THE FIRST INSCRIPTION. | ‘To our parents who guide our journey, we grant of you this blessing.’ [MISHIRO]: I don’t have parents. SHE IS ILL-FITTED TO THIS SUBJECT. HOW MUST SHE REFLECT, THEN? [MISHIRO]: Do you count? SHE IS ASKING TOO, JUST TO BE POLITE. [SIBYL]: What the hell-- WHEN THEY LEFT DAYANITA'S STATION, SIBYL HAD EXPLAINED IT ALL TO HER STEP BY STEP, LIKE IT WAS A RITUAL. READ THE INSCRIPTION. SPEAK YOUR THOUGHTS OUT LOUD OR HOLD THEM IN YOUR MIND UNTIL CARDINAL ACKNOWLEDGES THEM. SHE CHOOSES THE FORMER BECAUSE SHE ISN'T ALONE. SHE SEES SIBYL, HAVING LEFT THE CIRCLE OF THE STREET LIGHT, TURN THEIR HEAD TO LOOK BACK AT HER, BEMUSED, AT THE DIRECTION OF HER THOUGHTS. IT IS SO MUCH COLDER, PHYSICALLY, AWAY FROM THE HEART OF THE CITY. [MISHIRO]: I am trying to ‘reflect’ on something pleasant, considering the spirit of this festival. [MISHIRO]: Or rather, I don’t know what Diwali is all about, but everyone we passed has seemed happy so far, haven’t they? THEY CONTINUE TO WALK. [SIBYL]: Is there really nothing to recall? [SIBYL]: I knew you both for half your life, Mishiro, and forgive me if I'm wrong -- I was not under the impression that you disliked your mother. [MISHIRO]: I didn't. [MISHIRO]: But I was nowhere near the opposite. [MISHIRO]: I tried. Mom did, too. Sometimes I had myself convinced that she wanted nothing more than to keep being a family. You were not witness to the person she was before we met. She never came back, and I couldn't accept it. [MISHIRO]: By the time I realized I had stopped caring, it was irreversible. [MISHIRO]: Then we lost her. SHE HOLDS THE PEACH HALF SHAPE OF HER DIYA, GENTLY URGING IT TO TAKE FLAME. IT DOESN'T RESPOND. THEY HAVE PASSED EMPTY RESIDENCES. SKELETON FRAMES OF SHOPS WORKING AT THE BAREST MINIMUM WITH SO FEW CUSTOMERS LEFT TO SERVE. EVERYONE IS AT THE PARTY. THE ROAD YET STRETCHES BEFORE THEM, BENDS DOWNWARD INTO STEPS. [MISHIRO]: Now there is nothing else to relate but those papers. [SIBYL]: Is that why you asked? [SIBYL]: Forget them. [SIBYL]: That you would have been uprooted after that tragedy was too much. I did what I could to give you a choice. [SIBYL]: It's fine, Mishiro. [MISHIRO]: I know. [SIBYL]: I should not count for 'anything.' [LYUDOCHKA]: "You're right." [LYUDOCHKA]: "If you had loved me at all, you would have looked back." SHE STOPS. SHE IS AN ENTIRE STREET AHEAD OF WHERE SHE HAD BEEN ONE SECOND PRIOR. THE FIRST LIGHT IS STILL IN HER HANDS. SIBYL HAD ASKED HER EARLIER, HAVE YOU EVER BURNED INCENSE? AT THE CORNER OF THE INSCRIPTION WHERE THE FEATHER OF A BRUSH HAD FIRST TOUCHED CLAY, A SMALL FLAME BURSTS. IT TRACES OVER THE WORDS AS ONE WOULD WITH A PEN. IT LEAVES A FIERY TRAIL THAT GLOWS BRIGHT UPON COMPLETION THEN FADES ALL AT ONCE INTO ASH. SHE THINKS THE COLOR OF THE REMAINING INK MUST HAVE CHANGED. IT IS TOO DARK TO CHECK. WHEN SHE RAISES HER EYES, SHE SEES SIBYL HAD STOPPED ALSO. THEY ARE FOUR STEPS DOWN AND THE TWIN SUNS OF THEIR EYES ARE LEVEL WITH HERS. AND THEY TURN SWIFTLY, SLIDING THEIR WRIST DOWN THE RAILING AS THEY CONTINUE TO DESCEND, BUT NOT BEFORE SHE GLIMPSES THAT THEY HAD BEEN SMILING, IMPOSSIBLY FAINT, IN A MANNER SHE HAD ONLY OBSERVED WHEN SHE GLANCED AT THEM WHEN THEY THOUGHT NOBODY WAS WATCHING. WHAT DID SHE SAY? WHY DID SHE STOP--? [MISHIRO]: I was-- [MISHIRO]: ... [MISHIRO]: I'm sorry. I was... thinking. What were we... talking about...? [SIBYL]: You asked for my answer and then you practically fell asleep on your feet. Come now, I'm sure I can't be that boring? [MISHIRO]: I... SHE GLANCES DOWN BEFORE SHE FOLLOWS. [MISHIRO]: I've heard it all before anyway. [MISHIRO]: But please, continue. I'm sorry. I'll listen this time. [SIBYL]: Mm. I said, I moved out as soon as I could. I do not keep them in my thoughts and neither do they. Last I heard, Father was terminally ill. It took eight months after the diagnosis for anyone to recall that they should also inform me. I was planning a visit on the January of the next year. If I were to ask for a blessing, it would be that he died in peace and that Mother has since stopped grieving. [MISHIRO]: Would you rather he learned about-- SIBYL SUDDENLY TURNS TO ADDRESS A CLUSTER OF SHADOWS. [SIBYL]: Hello, Pinball. Join us in our sharing. -- END SCRIPT. Edited November 9 by Mishiro Link to post Share on other sites
Mishiro 0 Posted November 9 Author #3 Share Posted November 9 (edited) # 237365: LD 1: +1; 1 total Edited November 12 by Mishiro Link to post Share on other sites
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