Mari

Don't need to know me.... They trusted her, not because they knew her - but because they knew Oscar. An unsure gaze shifted to the auburn haired man. This was unfamiliar territory for the woman. Even in her own guild, she had not felt things like this. Hell, even when she founded it. She was interrogated, told to give everything she could. And she did - and for what? All but Baldur to leave? To have her search for the others for years? Mari tugged on her hair, it felt...nice - but she wasn't really sure how to navigate the conversation. Life or death? Easy. Negotiations? Easy. This? This

Mari fiddled with her empty glass, listening to Warrens words. He was...glad? "But you don't really know me I -" She paused reaching for her drink but Sin intercepted. Mari simply turned to stare at the woman in shock, then a second after it wore off Mari reached for the glass, leaning over the other woman, one hand on Sins thigh, the other reaching for the drink. "C'mon - I kinda need that right now." Then, in one quick motion the other woman downed the contents of the glass and replaced it with water, setting it on the table with a small smirk. Mari muttered some incoherent words as sh

Sin laughed beside Mari, a soft tinkling laugh that had devious undertones as she leaned over her. Pressing her skin firm against Mari. "U-Uhm..." Mari wasn't sure how to react, she was already a little flustered at absolutely everything going on - the sudden influx of people, not sleeping properly for the week leading up to Redemption; her subsequent failure....the sheer amount of alcohol. Mari wasn't entirely sure what Sin meant by saying put it all on the table. So Mari placed her cards face down on the table. She continued to tease Mari, her eyes followed the curvature of Mari's body, how

Mari flinched slightly as she felt the warm breath from Lysettes whisper, then relaxed. She had to remind herself she was safe here. It was difficult to just switch off, especially with so many people around her. Mari flashed a small glance to Oscar. He didn't seem phased, going as far as to give her a languid smile. Mari shifted her eyes back to Lysette and gave her a small nod. Truth be told, Mari didn't really know how to play too well. But Lysette wanted her to play through. Mari trusted the woman. "I'll stay." Mari said. Watching as the others took cards, was she supposed to do that? No,

Soon to be late husband... The words hung heavy in the air. A tension. Not between the two lovers, but of the reality that came with them. "If we get out of here...." Mari said quietly, a hand on Lancasters chest. "Lets do just that, make the man's life a living hell. Lets take all that he has, all I ask is I be there when he closes his eyes the final time. I want him to know I was there to watch him breathe his last breath." Mari knew the weight of her words, of his. A death outside Aincrad was far more different than within the confines of the game. So much unknown, unspoken for. T

Something definitely burned within Mari was she watched the two dance - how Lancaster smiled for the other woman, that same half goofy-half cocky grin that was supposed to be hers, and hers alone. The way his hands wrapped around her waist - the devilishly amused glint in his eyes. The two complimented each other so well. Fire and Ice. Red and blue entwined amongst each other, Mari snorted. Like kindling. She was doing her best to allow him his fun, far be it for her to grow too jealous - and yet somehow... Mari was struggling. This was good for him. Really good. Vincent needed to unwind. He n

Somehow, it was nicer than having it on the 4th floor, having it on the seventh was so very....Oscar. The snowy terrain of the 4th would have been easy - but the man didn't do easy. He demanded perfection. Satisfaction. More here Mari wasn't really one for Christmas festivities.... the last time she joined one was shortly before her incarceration - she was left abandoned, crying in the snow from a man who had once claimed to love her only to have told her they were naught but false platitudes. A simple desire to build a snowman turned into a painful memory. The painful memory turned int

KobaltBlue screamed, more in fear than in agony - every time his health dipped to red he’d beg her to stop. It wasn’t till Jomei held the last crystal in his hand, that Mari did. Heaving, shaking, body trembling…When was the last time she lost control like that? She had almost… A long and shuddered breath. “Last chance.” KobaltBlue sang, words spilling from trembling lips quick, so fast that Mari struggled to fully understand. “S-Severed Song…Its - I am part of the Severed Song! A small group based on the 10th floor. We just established ourselves.” He continued, talk

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“Y- You know him?” Mari reached for the cup of hot chocolate she had placed beside her.. After the tense interactions earlier, she needed something stronger, so stood and picked up the whiskey that sat on the mantle above the fire, pouring it straight from the decanter to the small cup Mari sighed. “Yeah. That's why I allowed you into my house in the first place.” A pause as she glanced outside, her windows rattled lightly, battered by the winds. “Mostly. You’d probably be dead if you stayed out there. Considering you don’t seem to know how to use teleport crystals.” A slightly accusator

Mari laughed under her breath at Eulogy’s antics as he made a little explosion with his mouth, accentuating the gesture with his hands - mimicking an explosion. It reminded her of someone.. “Whoever is telling you to steer clear of this stuff is an idiot.” Her smile faded, Freyd. Her brother. Hadn’t seen much of him lately. He was the one to tell her to reign it in. So to speak. Didn’t like her meddling in such things, teetering on a fine line, an edge. Damned if she did, damned if she didn’t. “Hmm…” Not an idiot - but perhaps seeing the world in too much of a black and white? The ma

“I thought you were naive - then - perhaps forgiving. Not mentioning or barely even glancing at what’s above my head. But it seems you have no idea.” Mari rose her halberd that little bit higher. She didn’t want to, but if this woman was anything like Addex then she was a direct danger to her home. Her husband, and everything Mari held dear. How many times had Mari been tricked by someone crying? How many times had she invited someone into her home under the pretense of safety only for them to betray her? How many times would Mari let her compassion get the better of her? Shed no tears fo

Familiar Obtainment Thread: HERE Familiar Name: Malcanthet Familiar Description: An unassuming cute amber coloured slime hat accents ones excitement and turns it into strength. When it opens its eyes, they blaze a brilliant golden colour as though its insides are on fire. Obtained on the 29th floor this symbiote can attempt to meld with its user, wrapping itself around a body to strengthen an attack or blow. Unbothered by most anything, although it doesn't seem to like the cold. Can be used as a garbage disposal as it eats anything and everything. (Except Marshmallows) Familiar

Post Action: Return food to Fortune Teller Mari watched as the player skittered off, and she almost followed - almost. She could have reached out and grasped hold of his cape, picking him up like a newborn kitten but she held back. Her heartbeat hard and fast against her chest - and she struggled to keep her composure. Her shoulders rose and fell with erratic breathing. Mari threw her head back and cried out, an inhuman roar that shook the crumbling buildings and docks around her as she tore into her chest, ripping the creature clean off of her. The woman fell to her hands and knees wi