Mari

The cold never ending A sentence that unnerved Mari, it made her cling to him tighter. A promise, through body, then through words. “Never again. I’ll ensure you will never feel such a thing again.” He held her close, and Mari soaked up that warmth with her fingers, sprawling them up and under his jacket, removing it. “You have no need to quit. Although…” A pause, unsure if they would leave. “If we ever find ourselves in the real world again, perhaps you cut back - I’d be lost without you with me.” "Jonathan..." The name spoken with absolute disgust. How he h

Mari’s hand trailed down V’s back. Her lips drew close, but not quite touching to her neck. “I admit..I-” A small stumble, a struggle with her drunken motor skills. “I’m glad…I have shomeone like you to dance with.” Then, came Lancaster - not quite as she expected. Rose in his lapel, and hair slicked back- the heavy scent of whiskey permeating from him. Mari snorted as she covered her mouth. Trying not to laugh. This was the all consuming tyrant. This was the man people feared. This absolute dork who looked like he just bathed in a glass of whiskey, who had ripped a rose from its place an

Despite the heavy topic of discussion, Mari couldn’t help but feel wells of pride roll through her as she felt his breath hitch and pause at the entrance - how his eyes lingered on various pieces of marble, the paintings, a grand staircase. Far too extravagant and gaudy for her tastes, but for him…it felt perfect. A chuckle and a grin set her a little more at ease as he carried her to an adjacent room. A study. “Apple of your eye….” Mari mused, and as Lancaster came to sit by her she slid over him, straddling him, resting firmly in his lap. Hands running over his shoulders, resting on his

Mari visibly bristled, body tensing almost like a cat - as Sin took away her much needed catharsis in the form of straight alcohol. Everyone around her was relaxed, and having fun but Mari was struggling to fit into the vibe. The other woman commented on wanting to join and Mari turned her attention away to catch the other shot Warren slid back to her, downing it instantly. It didn't help that Oscar said Mari didn't have the 'juice' not even together. Mari had wanted to hold her tongue, to be a little more proper and at least respect her friends wishes, of not sharing his sexual dalliances, bu

I just wanted to give it a chance A desperate plea from a trembling woman whose innocence seemed so misplaced, a simple desire to help a pitiful creature. Just wanting to give something, anything a chance at life. Mari drew in a breath, she understood. Mari felt it was grossly misplaced…but she understood. A small exhale as her eyes softened, a hand reaching out to place on top of the foxes head, offering it a pat. “Not everything deserves that chance though.” Heavy words spoken from experience of a world that that burned the woman one too many times. Something was off about her, how

She shivered, from fear…from the cold. Maybe from Mari’s presence herself. None were surprising for her. What was - was how the woman scrambled out from the safe confines of the plush blanket, falling forward into the snow to clutch at something. “What the-” Then, Mari realized what was happening. The wolf pack wasn’t just hunting the other woman. They had been tracking their prey. “Its just a-” Mari caught herself, biting her tongue. Mari didn’t really care about the creatures or NPCs of Aincard. They weren’t real. “It’s not real.” Mari said quietly. A terrible attempt to alleviate the

The two landed in a messy heap, with Alinta sprawled on top of Scar. Her weapon safely put away, the binds of her string no longer digging into his flesh, but his health had still trickled down, almost a quarter gone - her own, not much better. She groaned as she picked herself up. Her arm still hurts. “H-Help!” Her cries frantic, echoed loud and shrill above the hustle and bustle of the city center. “P-Please…someone!?” The few players that had seen her shuffled away. “Hello Don’t just-” Her head whipped back and forth, desperate, erratic. Wanting to gain someones attention. But no one seemed

Shot after shot was thrown at Mari, and as quickly as they were slid over to her, she'd down them, sliding the empty glasses back toward Warren, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Do that again next deal." She'd give it time to hit her, but that wouldn't be enough. Warren simply gave her a nod, agreeing to the new rules set into place. Mari watched as Abellio shared his cards with Oscar, oh. Oh. So it was men vs women? A little unfair, considering how many more layers the three men in front of Mari wore compared to them but Mari didn't voice it. She watched as Oscars eyes flic

“I…appreciate that…” Mari said as Oscar extended the invite to Lancaster, and Mari considered it. Really truly considered it. “I am not sure he’d want to come. I want him to make more connections after…” Mari lifted her hand and rolled it. She wasn’t going to outright say why in front of Oscars guests. Still… Still… Mari opened up her HUD; and messaged Lancaster Mari→ Lancaster: Im still with Oscar. Being roped into playing Poker with his friends. Did you want to join? I Lancaster → Mari: Not for me Mia Amore. Is your friend. Take the night. I will be here. Just as s

Mari snorted. “Oscar…. You and I both know I’m not exactly a kind person. But - I appreciate the compliment.” She would offer him a smile that would fade completely when Oscars eyes lowered, Cordelia…hadn’t been messaging him either. Mari chewed the inside of her cheek. Not on the monument…not replying. She could be trapped somewhere, much like Mari was, a place that didn’t allow messages to reach her, or for her to contact the outside world… what if someone in the Laughing Coffin had taken her? What if Atan had? So many possibilities and none of them were good. Mari felt ill, she had to

"Busy..." Mari repeated, not masking the skeptism in her tone. She knew he was busy. That was the problem. But she didn't push it. Because Mari was more or less doing something similar. Busy...busy with reigning in Laughing Coffin members, busy with her preparation for Redemption. Busy with busting her ass ensuring her guild had enough col and materials to last the next several floors. Cooking, cleaning, ensuring her house was a welcoming home for her husband. A shake of her head and a warm and worn smile. "Busy...yeh...same, Oscar...same..." Her smile widened when he gave her a hint to what h

Mari felt an irrevocable warmth as his calloused hands slid up her legs, her thigh, pulling her up and into him. Carrying her bridal style. His Italian a little too fast for even her to understand, but she could take a guess it was something along the lines of 'you didn't have to do this' or 'how did you move this?' His joy, his utter disbelief filled Mari with an immense sense of pride and joy. "Am yours...Always..." Mari whispered as she pressed her forehead into the nape of his neck, coiling her arms around his shoulders. Mari didn't really know too much about Vincent outside of the game, b

“Right, hang on…careful…” Mari was leading Lancaster, blindfolded past the confines of Athenaia. Down a small pathway, and hidden by a mountainside. “Almost there…” Mari would pull the blindfold away from his eyes, only to cover them quickly with her own hands. “When you left the Laughing Coffin…I feel as though I took away your home, a space that was well and truly yours, and whilst my home shall always be a place for you…” She paused, finally removing her hands from his eyes allowing him to see the weeks of early rises and late nights. The reason she had been so absent, so tired,

Standard Recovery +4 EN, The Leech Lich gurgled, faltering from the weight of their combined attacks and with a shaky hand summoned another two skeletons. "Aww, look." Mari gushed as she swung her weapon, completely decimating them the second they pulled their skeletal feet from the ground. "It thinks its efforts make a difference." Mari snapped her fingers, two, three , then four times - each time she did flames would ripple up her hand, her arms and over her shoulders, creating a cape of flames that cascaded around her. "Little help?" Mari asked, stepping over a skeletal co

Standard Recovery +4 EN "Honey...." It was almost chastising, the way she said it. "You must be patient with these sort of things..." Although if anything, Mari was the one that needed to be patient, seeing how his eyes lit up made her want to spill all her secrets to him then and there. Wanted to whisk him away from this stupid meaningless quest and onto greater things. Mari turned on her heel, giving her husband a cheeky grin, going as far as to stick her tongue out at him from between her teeth as her hands lit up in flames. "Colour me..." A pause as one hand ripped through a St

Following the sounds of breaking twigs and the low growls of an errant pack of wolves Mari shifted quietly into the treeline. She didn’t like fighting in the densely packed birch forests. It didn’t allow her a lot of movement. Then, there it was. Four of them, but their attention was elsewhere. “What the-” Mari saw the woman, hair blending into the snow, crouched by a tree trunk. Completely oblivious to the snarling and snapping happening around her. Is she fucking daft? A sprint forward, Mari unceremoniously pushed the woman aside, just in time. A wolves jaw came snapping down

"I don't mind the smell...it just reminds me of you, my home." Such a cheesy line, but Mari couldn't help it. She was with her husband on some kind of weird honeymoon where the two would relax, and go through some inane quest line. A hand reached out to brush crimson strands of hair from his eyes. She adored him. "Do you know..." She breathed quietly. "That your right eye, has two tiny flecks of green in it?" Mari leaned forward to kiss his eye, then him. Her lips lingering. Mari pulled away, and Lancaster thanked her for her aid. This is when Mari's smile grew wider. "Oh...Oh...my belov

OOC Post 2/2 -EN RESTORED PH Mari | HP: 680/680 | EN: 100/100 | DMG: 26 | MIT:143 | ACC:4+1 (AA) | AA | FL.AURA: 8 | BH:37 | BRN: 56 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:5 | True Tier 15

-taking back above items at Mornignstars request-

“I’m…so tired…” Her boots dragged in the snow, leaving deep footprints behind her. It didn’t matter. She was safe, and the oncoming storm that night would wash away her tracks with a fresh layer. Mari lifted an arm to rub her shoulder as she rolled it back. It was sore, her whole back was. Mari let out a yawn, pausing to glance at the treeline by her house, noticing movement. An errant pack of wolves, perhaps. The woman shifted direction to head toward it, with her arm outstretched she’d summon her halberd, the axe glimmering with the faint glow of heat as embers danced off its blade.

Mari’s words softened as she lowered her gaze to her glass. Her thumbs running over the rim of it. “Wow. So you really haven’t heard those rumours. Huh.” She closed her eyes, her head lilting to the side in thought. “Maybe. Your attitude would change if you did know. But -“ her words were left there, choosing not to continue. He didn’t need to hear about her daughter. The tragic circumstances behind it. The reason for the Pink Pker rumours. All things better left unsaid for the moment. People don’t just help people Maybe he was right. Mari was doing this not because she cared about

Scar. Mari couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his name, she didn’t voice her dislike at it. But it was evident she didn’t exactly approve of it either. Her eyes shifted to the scar on his face.Typical. Honestly, she was surprised she hadn’t run into something like that sooner. Then again, she had killed someone called BallBlaster. He extended his hand to shake and Mari went to offer her own but he quickly pulled away. Apologizing. “Damn.” Mari said as she let her hand rest on the counter instead. She wasn’t hurt by the action, it was clear she still made him nervous. “I don’t bite. I mean

The man fell quiet, his eyes wandered- and so did his mind. Mari didn’t question it, it was a lot to take in, especially for someone who seemed to have just started exploring the upper floors. Most people didn’t believe it, not till it happened to them. If they didn’t heed Mari’s warning, it was no longer her problem. The woman was over trying to help people who didn’t listen. She barely wanted to help in general. This man though, actually seemed to consider her words. “Hit the nail on the head.” A wave of her glass as she took another drink. “I speak from experience, but hey.” She shrug

The man lingered in the entrance a little longer, before finally crossing that threshold into her quaint little store. Long strides lead him past the dusty wares on shelves and in front of her; on the opposite side of the counter. Closer now, she could see a scar over his eye, faint smile lines - and his dark hair an absolute chaotic mess. “I really don’t.” Mari responded, opening up her HUD and pulling out a bottle of Sullivans Cove Whiskey, and a single glass. For her. Not for him. “I used to. But it nearly drove me mad, and landed me a number of years in a cold dark cell. I wasn’t living.”

The man took a step back. Cautious. Mari sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She hadn’t meant to outright scare the poor bastard. But. “Good.” Mari said to him as he told her it was nothing more than a cautionary tale. “I ain’t looking to add any more names to that monument.” A pause, and a tilt of her head as her lips quirk into a sort of half smile. “Not willingly, anyway.” Mari’s hand fell back to her side with a swing as she approached the counter that separated them, leaning her elbows on it. So he was curious enough to come to her tent, cautious enough to linger at its entran