Mari

"I am not sure how much you've been told. Or what your affiliation with the guild might be." Mari shifted uncomfortably, sitting back down on the table as he gestured for her to calm down. Right…right…she had to be more calm about this. Mari closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I know some things… the three rules you laid out. That there are like…” She tilted her head. Thinking for a moment before continuing. Attempting to talk in a trembling yet controlled tone. She was much better at controlling her emotions now more than ever. “Fingers. Hands. Terminology that would make me assume

Mari let Raidou carefully take her arm, one by one as he inspected it. Mari watched with a quiet sort of resignation, knowing it was his way of caring for her. Almost as though he was saying sorry for putting her through that with his actions. He turned her arms over. Making sure she wasn’t hurt. “I’m okay.” Mari reiterated, a weak attempt to try and reassure him. She knew she could tell him a thousand times and he'd still check her over. “Whatever that thing was. It didn’t actually hurt me.” He took a step back and pressed a half stale bread roll into her hands, asking her to eat. Mari took a

Mari rubbed at her eyes, so much had happened everything was blurring together. It was a tired action. She wanted to remove the edges of weariness from them but it did little to quell the effect. The bright blue light disappeared, revealing what looked like a small square room. It felt familiar. She'd seen this exact size and shape countless times before. They were in a dungeon. The silence between them was broken by the soft fwoom of torches as they lit up the room - and provided it with touches of warmth that Mari didn't realize she needed. The light danced over a room filled with forgotten

"Enough!" With the order barked Mari began to feel an odd pain. A shattering command that echoed through her body. Every word he spoke she almost felt an allure to follow. It felt like as though someone was peeling her very skin away. Something inside her shifted. It tore at her very being, the fibers of her soul. Layer by layer- and with each layer Mari could breath a little better, the heavy weight on her heart a little lighter. But with it..a clarity as memories of the events that just transpired began to set in a mind that was entirely her own again. It caused her shoulders to lurch

₣₳₵ɆⱠɆ₴₴ ₭₦ł₲Ⱨ₮ ♫♫♫♫ "Breath." She breathed deep, a gargled and raspy breath. The pain in her chest subsided with each ragged inhale, rising and falling in an uneven rhythm as she listened to her friend…friend? Yes. Friend. His voice somehow rang out perfectly clear in her mind. "Focus on what you're doing. Control yourself, let it raise to a boil. When you feel like your about to burst..." Her hair, now long black tendrils with a molten sheen of gold dragged against the ground as the Faceless Knight took one, two, then three steps forward. With a flick they la

Eruda spoke quietly about her time outside the game, tone rueful. Her long lashes fluttering with the unsavory memories. Outside...gods that felt like so long ago now. It was almost as though anything from out there was the different world, and here was reality. Time dilation made things weird. At one point...Mari may very well spend more time here than she ever did in reality. It was hard to imagine a world without stats, mobs, and all manner of creatures and skills. An uncreative world with the weight of real life. "It's a shame that happened to you out there." Mari said as she turned to sta

Eruda thankfully dismissed Mari's comment, simply stating she was easy to miss back then. Ah someone who was more reserved. That suited Mari just fine. Despite people saying she was charismatic and witty, she really wasn't the best conversationalist. Eruda shifted her attention, her head bobbing up and down before she tried skating again - this time a little more steady. Mari glanced down at the ice, it was wet, slippery - even a seasoned skater would have trouble on it. "Yeh....to be fair..." Mari began as Eruda smiled, retelling just how many times Mari had broken his glasses. More than she

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“Dangerous and bloody, huh?” Mari blinked. "Oh... Oh not bloody...god give me a lil credit Oscar. That's an Aussie thing." Mari said as she gestured toward herself. "We say bloody a lot. Like, yanno. Bloody hell. A sign of frustration." Mari set her fork down and pushed her plate aside, a heavy sigh. She really was still hungry He seemed a little distracted by her words. "I'm fine." She reiterated. Just in case Oscar needed to hear it. "And quite honestly he didn't seem all that dangerous - we shared a drink, thats about it." Mari tapped the table, the man seemed a little bit too goofy

There was a long pause as she stayed firmly planted on the ice. Keeping her face away from Mari. What on earth is she doing? "Oh hey," She finally spoke, her voice a little shaken, perhaps from the cold - or embarrassment that someone had just watched her fall. Mari wasn't sure, and quite frankly didn't care enough to over analyze a simple interaction. There didn't seem to be anything nefarious going on. She was just trying to enjoy herself. "Mari right?" She wore a serene and soft smile, and her eyes were soft - as though she wouldn't be capable of hurting anyone. But Mari had been tric

Mari was making the trek from the upper floors back to her home - it'd taken several hours. Literally. It wasn't easy being a Pker sometimes. She was looking forward to going home, and if Lancaster was there - curling up in his lap and having a cold hard drink, and a well earned rest. The woman trudged through the snow - tattered scarf wrapped tightly around her face. She wore thick black leggings beneath her usual attire, but her freckled arms were still bare. The Survival skill did most of the work, but the cold air was still somewhat uncomfortable. Mari paused and held out her palm sky

The creature was breathing heavily behind her, short breaths coming out ragged and wet. She could feel its hot acrid breath tickle the skin on the back of her neck and arms - tinged with a sort of prickling pain that continued to tick down her health. A slow crawling sting that if she stayed would threaten to end her very life. She was less worried about that, and more worried about how it was affecting Raidou. Where was the glasses wearing dork? Mari blinked - seeing a warped screen pop up in front of her. She couldn’t read it. Text too jumbled. It glitched and pulsed and felt very wrong. It

"Mari?" His voice didn’t sound right, it reverberated and layered over itself over and over and over again till it was nigh unrecognizable. "You need to leave!" “Like hell I am.” Mari hissed as she grabbed the collar of the man who scrambled to pick up his Katana again - she used the momentum of his charge and grabbed his collar - ramming his face into a tree - he slumped to his knees then fell face first into the dirt. Unconscious. Why did he recognize her and only start aiming for Raidou? There wasn’t something quite right about this situation. Everything screamed at her t

Things were….Okay now? Mari wasn’t sure…most of the tension had left the air but there was still something slightly off about everything. For starters..Freyd. He was unusually silent, eyes downcast. Mari’s brow furrowed in concern. Did her slap comment get to him? Mari cleared her throat as she tapped her fork absently against the rim of her plate. “Uhm…just so yanno…” She began, her other hand tugging nervously at her fringe before she tucked it behind her ear. “I wouldn’t actually slap you that hard.” It was supposed to be a joke, a poor attempt at one, but hey - Mari wasn’t good in these so

She was back at that clearing; the place her and Lancaster had doomed each other into a messy and heated passion fueled descent into mutually assured destruction. The pin that dropped and created ripples so large that neither could escape. Yet Mari…wouldn’t have it any other way. She had found something in the man that had changed her, forever, for the better. A soft hand ran itself over the new flower buds that poked through scorched earth. Brushing away some of the ash to better allow the new growth to sprout. The patch would survive and flourish. Mari stood and wiped her hands on

Mari glanced at her wallet and noted her 9k col. well shit. "aight." She said as she slammed the col down on the bench. "I only got like 9k so this is all I can do." She better get somethign good out of this. Next time, she might just junk everything. -Sent all her col to Mornignstar-

The woman entered the small store; feeling fatigued. Having just come down from the ever overbearing miasma tic effects of the 10th floor. "Hey, so I got some things to appraise... and some to junk." She sighed, glancing away as she tugged on her fringe. "I...may be broke. Very broke. Like, I've never been this fucking poor since being in the town of beginings broke...so..." Mari shifted her eyes back to the tall blonde man. "What's the damage? How much am I being set back by." A pause. She wasn't able to interact with others all that much. "Do you know of any way to get a lot

She needed money. Mari was flat ass broke after upgrading her house. Mainly thanks to Freyd giving her the inspiration and desire to finally upgrade her house. Partly, partly because her beloved got a little bit too excited and singed a hole in the ceiling. She’d have to remind herself to chemically treat the entire place before he visited. So, Mari found herself in a very lush labyrinth - filed with thriving wildlife and thick flora. Vegetation burst from every nook and cranny. Grass grew between cracks in the path, if Mari were to look up at the sky it was practically enshrouded in a se

A cold wind, bitter and ambient, swirled around Mari’s feet as she rolled into the misty shores of the forest that surrounded a lake. The area had a coldness that tore through her skin and seeped deep into muscle and bone. It was difficult being here. A gloved hand instinctively reached up to wipe away residue from her lips. Gemini. A quest that seemed so innocuous at first. But through a series of unfortunate events it had become so much more. Now - it was the first step of many Mari wanted to take to better herself. First this. Then redemption. The woman wore what was not so affe

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“Akir.” She practically purred. Finally giving her name. Her identity. Severing herself from Mari just that little bit more with the admission. Montjoy gave her all the attention she craved, and the shadowy figure lapped it up - her loneliness and desire to be with others mirroring Mari’s. Good Mari was getting boring. Frustrating. Especially lately. “I’ll be your family, my sweet Montjoy.” She laughed, a manic and melodious giggle. “Finally..” She would stroke Montjoys cheek as she moved away from him, standing. “It was so suffocating.” she’d nestle her fingers into Montjoys hair. “She w

-House- ♫ Theme ♫ "Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts." — Dealing with the strain of another Earning a Living quest; and fishing alone on the 10th floor…and the stress of that strange dark Shinsengumi man - unmistakingly a Laughing Coffin member… It was all too much. It would be nice to have a reprieve. Lancaster was dealing with ‘his business’ which left her for some time alone. And Freyd…was on his way. Mari truly wanted him to be the first person to see her new home. The entire place seemed a little darke

Mari couldn’t help but pause, seeing someone standing on a large rock - talking very loudly to an audience of… She couldn’t help but laugh. Boars. He had a bunch of boars tied up and forced to sit and watch. Even birds? The birds were tied to rocks, which were tied to their feet - and a ribbon was wrapped around their torso, so they couldn’t flap and fly around. Most of the birds seemed to be asleep. Some were literally lying on their sides. What the hell is happening? After all the chaos she had been experiencing lately, maybe this would be nice. As Mari drew closer she saw the ever dan

"The life we live is to honor those we left behind." God...the man almost sounded like Baldur. Scarily so. He spoke of how absolution was earned, never given. And in a manner Mari expected, he refused to give his name. Instead calling himself a puppet and a tool. "Its why I fight." Mari said simply. "Because, as long as I live, so does her memory. That alone, is worth living through all the grief and bitter stings of my transgressions." The pain wasn't as deep, nor as cold. But the subject of her daughter was always a sore one for Mari. It had been discussed, dissected, and bought up

"I see." His quiet acknowledgement caused Mari to look at him again. His tone shifted. Mari didn’t quite understand why. He spoke about how she had her entire life to atone for her sins. How he, nor her friends could absolve them. She had a lot to make right. Suddenly…there was something in the way he said those words. Mari’s eyes flashed with a type of realization, then concern that quirked her lips downward. Was he? Mari couldn’t be sure. And would never, ever dare mention it. For a parent, it was almost taboo, too dangerous. Too painful. "If that was your past, then make sure it