Mari

Mari almost went to rub Acanthus on the back, but as soon as she lifted her hand, she was reminded of moments before, the awkwardness the two had only just endured. Despite being a closed off person, Mari’s love language was touch, being in close proximity to the person. It showed how she cared. But not everyone was comfortable with that. Instead Mari just snorted softly into her empty cup. “Yeh.” She said, almost amused. “I suppose I can’t just drop a bomb like ‘aht without explainin’ a few things, eh?” Mari was about to explain things, but then the brunette laughed, her speech slur

Mari pursed her lips. "I can't hold judgement. Till I have all the information. Even so...this isn't my place." And it was true. She wouldn't condemn him for looking after his own men, and if one of his own men had caused this much chaos...there would have been an underlining reason why. She felt a little better now, knowing that she wasn't being lead into a trap. If the players were his men. Mari wouldn't interfere. It'd be like him interfering in her own business. She'd be right pissed off at it. Mari let him step forward - taking on the first wave of farmer NPCs, several old men, all

"Yeah." Mari said quietly. Tersely. Her guard up. She knew him, very well. It seemed Lancaster did too, at least to some extent. He reached out and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and Mari's taught muscles relaxed. He wasn't Oikawas enemy. Although Mari had an inclination that he misinterpreted their relationship, feeling a warm hand on her bare shoulder, rings hard against her flesh. "We weren't like that." Mari clarified. Oikawa did confess to her, but she hadn't reciprocated his feelings. He was a very close and dear friend. "He was - is - a good friend. I miss him." A pause. "If y

"Sour, and yet you took to no hesitation offering me honey? Color me a fool." S Mari snorted, somehow - she was really enjoying Lancasters company. Despite being a total stranger, he was easy on the eyes. He talked to her as an equal. He didn't try to judge her, nor her marker. Not that he could without being hypocritical. He didn't try to analyze her actions and she didn't feel like saying the wrong thing would have her stabbed or scolded. "Ahh...but..." She offered him a grin. "I could have poisoned it, and you took it, like a fool." She said it in a joking manner. Mari wasn't exactl

The man held her gaze, burning, intense. Curious. Mari wanted to look away but struggled to do so, as though he had captured her with merely a glance, and a flutter of lashes over angled eyes. He complimented her, and Mari was finally able to break the gaze. Her own shifting up to the sky. Normally...Mari would attempt to brush off compliments, ignore them, decry them. But somehow, she was tired of that. Oscar was making it a habit to make sure she didn't do that - in all manner of ways. Mari relaxed, letting one leg splay out toward him, the other curled up beneath her. Mari thrummed her fi

"-alla nostra" As the man placed the bottle back into the nest of grass Mari grabbed it. Alla Nostra Huh? An odd notion between two strangers, but none Mari would take nonetheless. She took another long drink from the bottle and let the liquid sit in her mouth, washing away the final pungent fruity nectar of the chartreuse. Mari swallowed, and it burned as it fell down her throat and settled in her stomach. Mari inhaled slowly and closed her eyes. Enjoying the moment. The sun was warm, the air smelt loamy, like fresh earth. Even if it was tinged with hints of sulfur and burnt charcoal

"Ugh, no offense Angioletto, but is syrup." Mari snorted, then laughed. "Yeh. No shit. Hang on." She opened up her menu - where was it...Ah... Mari had originally been saving it for when, if ever Oikawa had returned...but...she began to doubt that would ever happen. Now, Mari was just waiting to her about his name being on the monument of life. Whiskey. "The best way to describe this...ahhh...Sullivans Cove?" Mari inquired. It was a brand of Whiskey, back in the real world. Expensive. Very. Known for being incredibly smooth with hints of floral vanilla. Then ending with a hint of malt.

Don't mind sharing Amore? Little parched over here." Huh Mari straightened her back at the thick accent. Italian? Mari blinked. Crap…she knew some Italian - she knew a lot of phrases in a lot of languages. Linguistics…Language…Science…the violin… all things she loved. Instead of failing to introduce herself in Italian Mari pulled a second small bottle out of her casque, handing the man the entire bottle. “It’s frustratingly sweet.” Mari said. “I’d rather something like whiskey, but this was free.” Mari would never be one to knock a free gift. She hadn’t realized th

Floor 11… Taft The place Mari broke her creed. Her decision to never willingly step into a town with her orange cursor. Yet here she was again - on the outskirts. A half hour walk from the large, thriving city - and yet - not a soul was nearby. Rarely anyone walked this far out. Why would they when they could just fucking teleport? Mari didn’t really have that luxury, she only had the one crystal left and needed it for the upcoming boss fight. With her current status, there was no real way to just wander into a city and buy another. Friends would have spares, probably. Maybe.

Floor 10 Mari was kneeling over the bioluminescent lake on the 10th floor. Staring into its deathly still surface. It looked so inviting in a way - mystical almost. The shimmers reflecting on the surface reminded her of all manner of fairy tales one was told as a child. But, that was a lie. Most often - the pretty things in the world - were the most dangerous. This was no different. Mari would sit against the wall sometimes, and watch creatures wander in, never to return. She had a feeling she knew what was in it. At least in theory. The water was stagnant. There was no telling wha

PH Mari | HP: 960/960 | EN: 130/130 | DMG: 21 | MIT:44 | ACC:5 | AA | EVA:4 | BH:53 | BLI: 32/-20 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:1 Name: Mari True Tier: 10 Level: 34 Paragon Level: 61 HP: 960/960 EN: 130/130 Stats: Damage: 21 Mitigation: 44 Accuracy: 5 Evasion: 4 Battle Healing: 53 Loot Die: 1 Stealth Rating: 5 AA BLI: 32/-20 ENV-O: 32 PARA-V Equipped Gear: Weapon/Armor/Trinket: - Paralytic Contagion | T4 | Absolute ACC I | Paralytic Venom I | Envenom OFF I | Blight I Armor/Trinket: - Infernal Shadow-Redemption | T4 | EVA

She flinched. Scared. Mari felt a pang of guilt. She didn’t mean to upset her. A pain bubbled up in the surface. Memories she had tried to forget, words hissed at her by former friends You’re tarnished. Debased. -Deserve to be alone. Fester. Die. Her hand shook slightly, and Mari had to curl her fingers into a ball, clutching at her tattered scarf with her hand. The other still held the cup, liquid sloshing inside. The pain, the panic lasted only a moment. A few seconds, then with a deep inhale. Exhale. It was gone. This wasn’t the same thing. T

Mari had almost made it to the door, but a cold grip wrapped around her bare ankle and it took the woman all her strength to not tumble back down to the floor. “We’re not doing this.” This? Mari turned to stare at him. A turbulent wave of emotions crossing her face. Confusion - why was he grabbing her foot? Couldn’t he see just how uncomfortable the woman he supposedly loved was? - Anger -Mari did not want to be mistaken for some bullshit other woman trope. The two needed to talk, and Mari was trying desperately to give them that time. Pain. Sure, it meant a hasty retr

Fervor touch, heated caresses- Mari couldn't remember the last time anyone had given her this kind of attention - and she greedily took it all. Every murmur, every sharp inhale - the dipping of fingers into flesh. The woman writhed beneath Oscar - and practically pulled him into her. Hungry, and greedy. There was little pause, and little time for breath as he pressed harder into her- his body enveloping her frame. her legs lifting to trap him. Her thoughts briefly tore into her past - was this a lie, did he mean any of it?? Would it be like last time where they'd share kisses and sweet wh

The woman’s bright eyes shifted back up to Mari’s crystal, then, finally - as though she realized there was an actual person beneath the warring beacon their eyes met. Another few seconds passed. Funny how time works, they stretched on as though they were minutes and hours - but, with a blink of her eyes, shifting away from Elora, to a small corner - the moment had passed. The tense heaviness in the air remained. "Geidmirning." The greeting tore Mari’s eyes away from the intricate little mushroom painted tile back to the woman. She seemed tense. Her jaw clenched, fingers twitched. Ah