Mari

With a glass of whiskey in hand Mari picked it up and stared at it, swirling the liquid slowly - sitting within the golden coloured ambrosia sat a perfectly clear, perfectly shaped sphere. The kind of party favours you'd only ever encounter in high class establishments. Vincent would get a kick outta this. Mari straightened her back and exhaled as she drew the glass to her lips and took a long sip. This wasn't her favorite, Sullivans Cove. It was a little sweeter. Tasting of cinnamon. It warmed her throat, her belly...it'd be fine if she had a few drinks this evening. Right? Mari would h

*STILL WRITING GETTING THE DESCRIPTION OF THE PLACE* A party? Really? The idea of celebrations....with drinks and light banter didn't sit well with Mari. She had too much to do. She didn't have time to relax. Not to mention how difficult it would be to do so , with it being in the middle of a safe zone. Mari stood on the outskirts of the main settlement - black scrap of paper in hand. Mari had to admit..when Oscar did shit like this, he went all out. Even the edges were gilded in gold. The writing, gold and embossed. Fancy. She couldn't help but offer the invitation a slight, weary

He didn't know? "Huh...I'd have guessed it was pretty common knowledge, but - maybe all those malicious rumors, the spreading of such information and the like really did die with their instigator." She didn't have to hide the pure vitriol that dripped from each and every word. The woman was sick of hiding her more...negative emotions. She was human too, and it was human to be angry and hate, just as much as it was to love and be kind. Mari quite honestly blamed Zelrius for most of it. Even if he hadn't been the main instigator, or the main person - she had heard enough from others to kn

-Thread Closed- Mari | [Word Count: 9765/5 = 1953] * [True Tier: 14] * [Group Factor: 1] = 27342 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 4101 col +1 Guild Token > Hirru (Treasurer) +1 Mon Khione | [Word Count: 9765/5 = 1953] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 1953 EXP +1 Mon Vex | [Word Count: 9765/5 = 1953] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 3906 EXP +1 Mon Reytac | [Word Count: 9765/5 = 1953] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1] = 1953 EXP +1 Guild Token > Hirru (Treasurer) +1 Mon

"Nice to know you won't judge me. Mari lowered her not-so-enthusiastic double thumbs up. Placing her hands in her lap. Why would she judge him for that? "I can't judge. I've done the same..I mean, not with Opal but..." She trailed off with a small shrug. She could talk about how they were both adults, that sometimes in moments we all had our vices- our weaknesses and out of all the things one could do, finding warmth in another was not something that should have been shamed. Instead Mari kept silent. He clearly didn't want to linger on the topic so Mari wasn't going to continue the conve

*bunnying just to finish the thread 11 years later* Orhalimi stared at Mari. His eyes shifted from the spilled glass to her wet lab, then back to the glass. He cleared his throat, clearly nervous. "I..." He quickly went to pick up the glass and grabbed a cloth napkin. He started to dab at the mess on the table. "I...I...I" Mari mimicked mockingly. She slammed her hand down hard on the table. "How about saying fucking sorry." She spat at him. "This is why I didn't want anyone sitting next to me." Mari stood up and practically ripped the napkin out of Orhalimi's hand. Shit like this..

Mari sighed, this wasn’t how she expected to spend her day - so much for trying to find new guild members for Jacobs Ladder. It’d be a miracle if the poor bastard stayed after this debacle. Vex still hadn’t told Mari why he was there. And there was something inherently off about the way he acted. How excited he seemed to get when Mari mentioned she was married. “Why do you care what my marital status is?” Mari asked Vex. Vex bounced on the spot, giddy - like a child who had just been given his favourite candy. “Oh I just…” He would twirl his fingers around in a little circle. “It’s crazy!

Mari sighed as the others approached, she wasn’t relieved - but at least more people meant more targets for the strange man's attention. Khione, and Reytac came up to the scene - and just for good measure Mari stomped her foot down on Vex again. Vex just writhed, in mock pain. “I’m fine, and its Mrs.” Mari muttered toward Reytac. Mari was frustrated, and did her best to reign in her anger. “You need to keep your friend on a tighter leash.” Mari said toward Khione as she finally released Vex from beneath her foot. “I use the term friend loosely.” Khione said with a groan, brushing

Mari grit her teeth, stomping harder on his chest. She had done well to control her anger lately but there was just something about this asshole, maybe it was his absolutely ludicrous outfit, maybe it was his cavalier way of talking and acting - but something about him just pissed her off. It felt like the mere cadence of his voice sent ripples of frustration through her very core. “In the past, I’d have already drawn my blade against you.” Mari said through gritted teeth. It’d do her no good to get angry here. She drew in a long deep breath and held it. Her silent moment to calm herself

Mari couldn't help but snort then laugh when Hidden's jaw dropped. It was completely unexpected - Mari couldn't blame her. It was almost relieving to be able to admit her love for someone so freely. An index finger traced the rim of her cup as she hummed in thought. Mari wanted to tell Hidden about him, but things were still fairly new - and Mari knew all to well Hiddens relationship with the Laughing Coffin - and the woman doubted it'd go over well. "I..." Where should Mari begin. "He... " Mari gestured between the two of them with a flourish of her hand. "He's a PKer like us, and most would

"-he was- is a good man." Was... The faux pas was there...it tugged at chords otherwise left alone within her heart. It had been a fear of hers - and she - with her orange cursor couldn't easily check the monument. "It feels like that...huh?" Mari asked Jomei quietly. It felt like Oikawa had died. After all, death meant the departure of those you once knew, it was final. And - this felt very final. "You know...he told me he was going away for a while, but refused to tell me where, or if he'd ever come back. when I asked...he just didn't answer." It hurt. It hurt knowing how he confess

Jomei apologized. Like so many before, he apologized for his prejudice, but - truth be told Mari didn't need the apology. She had killed, a total of 10 names were written upon the rule, all by her hand. Some by accident - by request, and others were simply bad hands dealt to her. But there could have been ways to avoid those names staining that monument. There could have been other answers and solutions. It would do the woman no good to think of what-ifs - but her remorse did not make her a good nor just person. "You don't need to apologize. I mean, my name is on that wall. Many times. If

Mari's gaze shifted down to her hands, her fingers fiddling with each other, using her fingernails to pick out bits of dirt from other fingernails. For all her bravado lately, coming face to face with someone genuine left her... feeling a little awkward. Baldur had always trusted her, same with Macradon. Mac had defended her against Bahr - heck...she was one of the founding leaders of the Ladder initially. So why lately...did it feel like she didn't really belong? "Yeah..." Mari admitted, her voice small. She was unable to rebuke his words. "Enough to let you sleep on my couch if you rea

PH Accidentally posted as me instead of Ceres but will just leave this here for when I need to reply -----------------------------------------------

Mari didn’t trust him, so she opened up her HUD system, one hand still on her pouch. Eyes constantly flicking up to the white haired man to ensure he didn’t take a single step further, he seemed quite happy to just bounce to and fro from his toes to the heels of his feet. “I ain’t want to hurt you, Mari.” He said with a whistle. “Go on, tell anyone and everyone ol’ Vex is here!” He said with a flourish and a bow, scraping his feet against the snow. Ugh Mari inwardly cringed at his demeanor, she didn’t like it. Somehow…it reminded her of Tybalt. If Tybalt had his wits about him, and