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The words were spoken in an abrupt bark that caused Lancaster to jump. Mari was too tired, too far gone to have that level of fear within her - perhaps...it was also because she knew what lay beneath. She knew intimately what it felt like to wear the armour the faceless lord wore. Mattering little? Mari's brows furrowed at that, her jaw clenched. She wanted answers. But questioning him further here wasn't the right way to go about it. Perhaps Mari would try to talk to Raidou later....maybe he'd never have a true answer for her. His blade twisted and out of instinct Mari pulled out her ow

The blade in hand the lord looms, heavy foot steps that portrayed a mass with weight exceeding its stature. That cool almost black blade hungers for death and dismemberment, having feasted plenty and yet still left unsatisfied. "Semantics, Vincent knows how little they matter. Isn't that right?" It barked in an abrupt scorn toward them both, twisting the blade and listening deeply to their pulse. An avatar silently portraying their discomfort like a human body, and functioning just the same. The blade raises high above Lancaster's head, who can visibly be seen flinching. Expecting the headsman

The man clung to Mari as if she was going to vanish, with her head nestled neatly in his neck her warmth all but welcome under such a trial. It felt like a court room where a prosecutor was speaking, and he was the defendant. Every word was rough and coarse like sandpaper, rubbing raw his skin and leaving him wounded beyond a simple scratch. "I believe you..." The man whispered to his beloved, allowing all of his insistent thoughts to be made false through faith alone. A gut reaction to the fact that what they had was real, not manufactured. "I want you too." he muttered weakly staring death i

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Lancaster denied a chance to reply, the overlapping voices of the Faceless Lord addressed him and Mari immediately stilled. Her grip tightening to the point her fingers would draw drops of blood, her body shaking. Mari could hear the song of steel as sword drew against the ground. Mari reluctantly let Lancaster go, only to turn - staring directly at the Faceless Lord. Ensuring she were the shield to protect him. She'd not allow a repeat of her brother. Mari would throw herself onto the damn blade itself if it meant protecting him- giving him enough time to flee. "With all due respect..."

I laughed slapping Lancaster on the back, a little friendly pat. "Oh! you do~" I clasped my hands together, barely able to contain my glee. So he wanted her to give in to those oh so alluring primal instincts of hers? "She was so close! so- so close! But you stopped her!" I said as I clapped my hands together in tiny little plaps. "What did she say, what did she say?" I asked in mock thought. "Something about not wanting to get involved in another fingers business, hmmmm~? You Sure She shouldn't just join us? She already follows the rules~ Wouldn't that make it easier for you, no? Mi Ameekohh

The obnoxious tone the guy took left Lancaster's temper far more on blast then usual. It was one that was shared by others in his little troupe of wild cards that were borderline insane. "I wish she gutted you." He offered without an ounce of tact on his tone as his hand is forcibly shook, and Lancaster considers just setting the fucker on fire and being done with it. But it would do nothing more then call the hounds of Laughing Coffin even closer to his sanctuary, and until the moment arose he'd pin that thought. "You keep my wifes name out of your mouth, Vex. This is your only warning. You s

The film of crimson persists through the air like a malevolent vapor draining the life from all within his confines, as a roaring streak of red scorched the souls of those it gazed upon. A feral looking creature that almost fully divorced itself from humanity despite having arms and legs, its skin a polished black ooze that dripped void like ink from its wrists and elbows. "Vincent Lionetti." It spoke in a sharp tongue, one of twin tones overlapped over one another. A duality to it, alien and unnatural. "Best not jump to conclusions as you are notorious for." It hissed as the blade is ripped c

"And I'm not the Pink PKer anymore. I'm far more than that now." Defiance flickered in her eyes, a resolve. A refusal to be known as the Pink PKer, a monkier she had long since abandoned. Mari was all but ready to collapse; her arm burned...her chest on fire...without the glasses she felt whispers tickle her mind - screaming at her - doubts telling her Lancaster wasn't real. She needed him. Mari really needed Lancaster by her side, to keep her together. A shriek from the man, broken and small, cracking in fear caused Mari to turn...facing him. A stumble as she tried to comfort him, fallin

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*Continuation of This Lancaster watched on frozen to events as they'd unfold, clinging desperately to every spoken word. His bones seemed to not want to move, for within his sight was the devil incarnate. The very same he'd spat in the face of and hid from not but a couple weeks prior. Was this it? A consequence of his attempts to live a life with Amari? Staring them down, and Mari seemed to be so much more familiar with the lord then he'd ever thought possible. A desperate hand reaching out to her as she'd move in close, but his feet remaining rooted out of terror. Out of breath as the m

Thread Closure: Mari | [Word Count: 12291/5 = 2458.2] * [True Tier: 15] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.03] = 37979 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 5696 col Raidou | [Word Count: 12291/5 = 2458.2] * [True Tier: 19] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 49041 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 7356 col Lancaster | [Word Count: 12291/5 = 2458.2] * [True Tier: 6] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1] = 14749 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2212 col Final Rewards: Mari: 37979 EXP 5696 x 1.03 {Guild Rank 3} = 5867 Col Raidou: 49041 EXP 7356 x 1.05 {Guild Rank 5} = 7724 C

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With her back still against V, and a stomach filled with liquid courage Mari began rambling. "Before Aincrad...I washh in an unwanted Marriage...I wasss dragged through the mud a-an divorshed...within Aincrad, I thought I found shumeone - we shared kisses. Shentiments...I thought I had found someone but then they told me it was all just an act...the next, told me I was only trying to attach myself to shomeone. I should f--ugh...focus on...getting everyone elsh out..." Mari lifted her head slightly, staring at the flickering lights above, what was she trying to say? Mari stared at the flic

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@Astra gives u 1x Devaloka Fragment (1) | Consumable Allows its user to skip the searching portion of the <<Feeding your Enemy>> quest. If the player fails to tame the creature, they will have to find it again by the searching rules in the quest. Can also be used to change a familiar’s appearance to a form of itself based on illusory light. Single-use item.

10/10/25 - Unevaluated Crafted: 254560, Uncommon T4 Magic Thread, (CD:6+1, LD: 15) + 254563, Uncommon T4 Magic Thread, (CD:4+1, LD: 3) + 254566, Rare T4 Magic Thread, (CD:10+1, LD: 7) = 254560, Perfect T4 Magic Thread | Retribution Powder {Thorned 1} 254561, Perfect T4 Magic Thread, (CD:12+1, LD: 3) | Retribution Powder {Thorned 1} 254562, Perfect T4 Magic Thread, (CD:12+1, LD: 9) | Retribution Powder {Thorned 1} 254565, Uncommon T4 Magic Thread, (CD:4+1, LD: 10) + 254567, Uncommon T4 Magic Thread, (CD:6+1, LD: 1) + 254570, Rare T4 Magic Thread, (CD:10+1, LD: 2) = 254565, Perfect

10/10/25 (Crafting Respite: 249769, Ambition: 251091, Sewing Room (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Gold Chain Armor (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 254559 CD: 1 +1 LD: 15 Critical Failure - 7 (+6 Ambition) 2 254560 CD: 6

"Have you been...hurt before?" Jevi's smile faded, the glass nearly slipping from her fingertips as Mari's tapped against hers. Though quick reflexes, she secured it again before it crashed against the bar below. At least the drink wasn't affecting that. Not yet at least. Jevi didn't want to talk about her past, especially not about Alex's past. Not yet. She had only just met this woman, more importantly, she wasn't ready to hear the stories of her tattered past on her own voice. Again, not yet. "Too many times to count." she managed to maintain her composure, trying to play it

"I love this look. It makes it easier to see those eyes of yours." "Contrary to popular belief, I have two of them." He would playfully point to the two, olive green orbs with two fingers. A hand remained around the small of her back as the two opened up to speak with Oscar, flashing her a crooked brow as she swung her hips to accentuate her belts. How had Oscar put it? An absolute bombshell. And tonight, she was his. He was hers. "Pretty much said everything I could have." Jomei would remark to Oscar with a small laugh, "Everything you had told me you wanted this place to be.

Leaves crunched beneath booted heels as Reytac strode through the dark forest. He had a small lantern hanging in his hand - he’d gone for a fun bit of horror aesthetic and found a hollowed out skull with a light glowing from within the open mouth. Possibly from the tenth floor, perhaps, but he wasn’t sure where exactly it had come from. Still, it was working, lighting up the vibrant red leaves that he was walking across. He hummed in appreciation as he looked up to see skeletons hanging from the branches around him, rattling in the wind like nightmarish windchimes. The whistling, howling wind

The woman stood in the shop’s doorway, her lips pursed in thought, her gaze glued to the message window hovering a few inches from her face. The man behind her cleared his throat once, twice, then barked out a gruff, “Excuse me,” before she finally realized he was there. “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Lessa stammered, scooting out of the store’s entrance and practically down the block before she slowed. A quick glance over her shoulder showed him huffing in annoyance as he stomped the opposite direction. She probably deserved that. Making a better door than a window, or whatever. That idiom neve

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