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Artoria gave a bright cheers to Mari's return. Mari gave a half-hearted rise then clink of her glass against the other womans. "Sure." Mari would offer her another faint smile. Artoria seemed so bright..exuberant. Mari downed her glass, enjoying the flood of warmth alcohol bought her. Then held up a single finger, signalling the bartender to pour her another of the same. Straight whiskey. As Mari watched the masked man pour her another drink she cleared her throat. "Not sure I'll be returning per se." She'd rather idle her days away in peace but she didn't mention it. Mari picked up her glass,

Sin was on the hunt. Less for any sort of satisfaction and more for a lack thereof. It was a surprise, but she found that she couldn't turn it off as easily as she would have liked. Which was frustrating. The woman had little problem flitting between distraction to distraction, but now that she had something important to do - now that she had some skin in the game - that didn't come so easily anymore. Even as she sought her own entertainment at the function, she found herself looking out of the corners of her eye. As people paired off, she watched body language and strained her hearing to list

they’re all gone. their hopes aren’t dead but inheritance has distorted them and they are bleeding. they invite new faces to their ranks every floor then more or the same leave, alive but never to be found. it’s nice to decorate oneself as a savior until one has to actually put in the work. artoria agrees, though, that their longstanding imprisonment is a bit of a boring topic for the club. she lets mari interrupt herself without comment. “so it’s not a welcome but a cheers to your return!” she clarifies. mari flusters more at complimenting her than artoria does taking it; her lack o

Then there was nothing, the fields had been washed of all that would oppose. Alarms blared on to no aggressor, as fleeting attempts at aid had been crushed under a cast iron fist. There would be more names on the wall, in the dozens to join others. But such was the price to pay for insurrection, for an utter lack of human decency. For betrayal of all the joy and futures that were stolen. Husbands, Sons, Daughters and wives, yet in here they had donned the masks of monsters and had forgotten how to feel. In that way, they were nothing more then the monsters of the game they feared. A hollow ras

"Positively glowing, little fire bug. Cannot wait to see what you become." "Arbiter of death." Came Mari's cold reply, her tone void of emotion, the warmth it usually held when she addressed the man. It had been replaced with something far more stronger, far more insidious. A blanket of darkness followed Mari, its own tiny little bubble of shadows, their playful dance buoyant on the evertides of her footsteps. The two would have been completely swallowed if not for the flutter of flamed wings, feathered pyres drifting off her form and setting the ground alight behind her. A trail of

The two figures returned along the lantern path, their steps softened by the hum of evening. The faint jingle of bells marked their approach before Ariel looked up from where she stood beside the gate, still as the torii behind her. Claudia was arranging wrapped sweets into a small wooden tray when they drew near. Ariel inclined her head, the faintest smile tracing her lips. “Welcome back. I trust your walk was pleasant.” she said, voice low but warm. “Thank you both for your visit.” Claudia stepped forward, presenting each of them a small pouch tied with red and gold ribbon containing

Dried lips drag across his skin, as the man cannot help but cling to his beloved. A rough and languished stroll through exhaustion, as both had burned the candle at both ends. Mari was much more worse for wear, but Vincent wasn't entirely top of the morning. A draining excursion that left them both beaten and bruised. Interlocked fingers as her head nestled in the space on his shoulder, causing him to lean into her to make it easier. The drag of a cigarette as they moved through chaos, destruction as if it was their world crumbling to pieces. Even still their love stood through such a trial, a

Lv24. W when bistro had texted her of her arrival, she had expected to look forward to her attendance soon after. except, the woman’s absence was immediately felt from her going awol on text. then, there was marquis, whom she personally invited for a night of cordiality on behalf of being in bistro’s known circle. they had been in linked arms, each donning a mask of white so as to match, iris noting the goldwork on marquis’ pick as it shaped her face into a jackal’s. and, in contrast to iris’ own burgundy halterneck slit-cut dress, marquis had strewn iris’ white fur shawl over her

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The invitations had caused a stir far too dramatic, too enticing, for Plum to ignore. She'd caught the black scraps of paper, like closing her hand around flower petals on the breeze, delicate, deliberate. She had turned the card over and over between her fingers for hours, wondering who it was who could pull out all the stops like this for a party, and who might be in attendance. Did she dare risk going? It seemed unlikely the guests could be targets of any dangerous game mechanic, but the social aspect of it she had to weigh against her curiosity, until the latter -predictably- won.

Why? Why did it feel like the world was always against them? Against her? She had tried hadn't she? Another hiccup. She had denied herself even the most barest of necessities. A sniffle. She never had real food, her stomach rumbled, reminding her she hadn't eaten in 4 days. She had never been able to properly bathe herself. Denied even the simple comfort of warm water. For so many years...and now she had those things. Now she was living the world was trying to take it away from her? Her fire, her everything - the sweet succor in a world of dark had spoken, but truth be told Mari barely

The shutter within Mari's body said it all, the fear the anguish. "I am glad you think so, mi gemella anima. Aim to be perfect, but if I were so perfect I would not have been a bumbling fool for the past four days." Tracing the lines of her jaw, still brushing of slivers of glass of a broken bottle. "I am yours as much as you are mine." Entangled in a moment of weakness, wounds in both body and spirit that exposed their hearts and left them alone amongst the dark. Tangling his fingers in her hair, that had since grown just that much longer. Drinking the sweat and smell of the place she'd been

The pinched vice held a small sphere, and with the twist of a pair of pliers the woman starts to fold a lid. Slicing open the objects she'd found, she starts to drain out the smallest of grainy powder from the odd shaped fruit. Onto a slip of white paper, the black powder collects and with a metal sheet she carefully begins to scrape the stuff into a small mound. An experienced touch with all manner of caution, her hand is slid under as Nisahime slides it toward the edge of the workbench and she cradles it in her palm. Over the vice, she tilts the paper to funnel and pour the powder into the c

Would you agree that paper falling from the sky to be odd and out of the ordinary? Hirru definitely thought so and figured it was some kind of off event, like the one that he was invited to back on the 26th floor. He felt that the event was rather good, until some privateers would join the party. Though, would 'join' be the word when they came to crash the party, steal the ship, and have some.. lovers quarrel on the deck. Otherwise, it was a good time. He wished he could have danced with a certain someone. Their lavender tipped hair, and that dress that fit her oddly well. He wanted to

Reytac felt a burn in his muscles as he moved himself between the Monkey King and Sam while she got herself back to her feet. The way that the ape's attention had snapped towards Sewallus when he wanted to draw its attention had made it a bit frustrating - he didn't want the NPC to die, but to be fair he wanted himself or Firefly to die even less. The massive monkey swung its arms, reaching and groping at its back, for a few moments before with a loud roar, it ripped the blade out of its shoulder and tossed to the ground. This was one of the times Rey was glad there wasn't as much realism - th

Reytac hummed a small tune in thought as he turned over that idea. The thought of leaving the spider silk untreated was an option, but it would build towards an entirely different set of possibilities. Instead of being able to use it as a tripwire, it would lend towards binding and trapping things itself instead of being used to trigger other things - though... the brunette shook his head to get rid of the errant thought away as he followed after Nisa. He spotted something sticking out of the loamy earth as the walked, and he detoured while the white-haired woman was holding up her hand for he

His touch was akin to a cure, an antitoxin to all the concoctions that the woman had been forced to down in the near week she was imprisoned. She slowly closed her eyes and her shaking hands lifted to wrap around his shoulders. Voices still screamed at her, claiming this wasn't real. It couldn't be real. No one would love her, tarnished and debased and hysterically, irrevocably mad. Yet, in spite of this whispers a man held her so tight as though she would slip though his fingers like grains of sand. "V-Vincent...you're..." A deep inhale as he pressed his lips to hers. His taste, the small fli

Thread Closure: Voodoo | [Word Count: 3194/5 = 638.8] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.1] = 703 EXP, 1 Mon Raidou | [Word Count: 3194/5 = 638.8] * [True Tier: 19] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.1] = 13351 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2002 col, 1 Mon Ecstasy | [Word Count: 3194/5 = 638.8] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.1] = 703 EXP, 1 Mon

The constant outbursts from Mari led Lancaster to remember her recount of how this floor screwed with her head. Couple that with all that had likely occurred these last couple of days and its no wonder her world was turned upside down. The man could only imagine based on the little prism snapshot left on her doorstep for him. Snagging her up in a cold chill, the man fishes one of the fireproof he'd pried out of her house and places it into her palm. The pyre dims but keeps its hearth and with that, the large fissure in his torso starts to slowly kindle and cauterize healing up. Through it all

Addex cursed under his breath, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. His enchantments should have stopped the burning - but he could tell from the heat and the way it bit at his skin that this was no ordinary flame. He turned to Mari. She was supposed to be his ace in the hole - from the rumours he thought the two were each others weakness. He thought Lancaster wouldn’t have touched her. He was wrong.. Mari screamed at Lancaster as she was pinned to the floor, heated hand singed her throat as her maddened cries turned into choked gargles. The only thoughts that screamed at her min

Tucking the music box under his left arm, the linen bag slung over his right shoulder. Despite the static in the air, Raidou couldn't really peg what exactly had him so on edge. As if there was an air of mystery or intrigue, like a gut feeling that he couldn't shake. Another scan left and right as he exits the store, and a glance to his clock shows that time was starting to fade as it pushed 10pm. Without any evidence that something was amiss, the wanderer taps the necklace around his throat to activate it. A flash of blue light sends him firing floors above, toward his abode given his daily a

That tap of her heels on the upper hardwood floors, Voodoo already tearing the place apart digging through drawers and wardrobes. Slinking around as the pile of crap starts to gain size, skirting past the ajar and disheveled drawers of a dresser. Glancing in but not taking anything from inside, she'd make a mental note of what to relay to John to snag. "A safe?" Ecstasy sparks in delight to John's find, turning her body to slip past him and kneel in front of the thing. "There is a couple bags of col in the bottom right drawer, and the left third has a false bottom." she comments as she presses

Through the corridors of the stronghold, the path to which he cut still left superheated as sconce melt and the ground itself a bright an uninviting orange. As if someone had turned floor 10 into 9, carrying with them the molten lava. His trail left little to give chase, else they risk becoming submerged and trapped within his bounds. Crashes of thunder from above leave trails of dust to escape the ceiling as he moves. The whistling continues as a younger man rounds the corner carelessly, spotting Vincent and freezing from fear. Drawing a longsword from his right hip, its produced out in front

The blurt of a horn sends out an alert for more then just their allies. A blade rips clean, the transformation complete and his marker a stark red. The systems gift when he wore a cardinal creature like a second skin was it was nearly impossible to target him. A faint red outline around a darker blackish gray osmium blade, an ungainly weapon that dwarfed even the heaviest armor in weight held taught in one set of serrated and pointed ichor covered fingers. Those stones begin to ping, one after another in small tones, and with it the wanderer begins to pop <<Detection>> sending ring

Using an index and a thumb, the woman reclaims the spool of potent strand from Reytac's hand. "Your thoughts don't match your words, Reytac." Nisahime comments to the fact that the man considered himself mundane yet as before, the inspiration and possibility that unfurled through his gaze upon being handed the wire had more then revealed something deeper. Half of the tinkerer's MO was spotting nuance and foreseeing interplay between multiple moving parts, the fact he could see the spidersilk like a piece of a grander puzzle affirmed her belief that he'd more then succeed his goals. "Good