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There was little else in demand, little else that required direct involvement. Raidou had no where else to be, and within that absence he held comfortably to the act of existing. A conversation despite the gravity with an old friend, the gentle trickle of a single pitter patter of water slipping through some crack above. The smell of burnt soil that muddied them both, even the faint rhythmic thrumming of Mari's heart beat. As if the entire world had been placed on pause, and it did not demand attention. "Simple, you don't need them here. They are a proxy created solely to remind you that you s

Opening the lids of various crates seemed to be the easiest way to find what they were looking for. It was odd though, considering most ships would have the lids of their cargo nailed down to keep things from breaking or falling out. This was a game though and that logic didn't always apply. Katoka felt relieved that Mari was keeping the odd fish man away from her while she searched. She still let her left hand rest on the hilt of her weapon just in case. "Freyd is..." she opened another crate and smiled at the contents. Several bottles willed with an amber liquid. "He's not a bad person.

"Strike me down?! BISCH! I crawled my way outta you!" Eyes twitching with unbridled madness, Akir lunched and slashed with unrepentant fury, marring Mari's hair with a few close calls. Despite her reckless aggression, Mari's blow had infected the Gemini's black bile body with a poison deeper than any venomous spite it could inflict upon her. Years of suffering, introspection and pain had inured her against her demon's heart's dark impulses, at least enough to recognize them for what they were and to deny them purchase. Every tragedy, every loss, every death that had torn at her from w

“Ah, um, my hand just slipped on the door. Also, it was getting a little hot in the carriage. Just a lot of heat. That’s my bad.” Mari waved Arcanthus off, “Dun worry…dun worry.” She didn’t want to make the brunette uncomfortable. Mari pointed at the bottle of snake whiskey. “Can I?” She was beginning to sober up a little too much for her liking. Arcanthus nodded and passed it to her. Mari threw her head back and drank. Bitter it wasn’t like most whiskeys she enjoyed. This one was oaky, maybe a little too much peat for her liking. “Erhhh…soso.” Mari slurred as she passed the bottle back.

Acanthus turned a color reserved for PK markers. Her eyes slid down to Kat’s lap, where Mari’s thumb playfully stroked the girl’s thigh, and Acanthus realized that she was sending an awful lot of false positives to her friends. The carriage had not yet stopped before Acanthus tumbled out, nearly caught under a slow wheel. “Ah, um, my hand just slipped on the door. Also, it was getting a little hot in the carriage. Just a lot of heat. That’s my bad.” “Absolutely.” Acanthus was grateful for the invitation, something to direct her gnawing anxieties towards. “Lead the way, Kat.” The d

roll ID# 248094 | CD: 2 +1 +3 LD: 14 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R2 : "Journeyman Forager" LD 13+ | +1 Material CD: 5*+ | +1 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 122/149 | 94 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 31 | 27 +4

roll ID# 248092 | CD: 5 +2 +8 LD: 11 +1 +16 CD 5*+ | +1 Material LD 10+ | Fishing Treasure Chest Found! ID# 248093 | LD: 13 +2 +16 Loot: 3x Unidentified Perfect Weapons | 248093a, 248093b, 248093c 3x Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield | 248093d, 248093e, 248093f 1x Gleaming Scale Fishing EXP: 387/499 | 359 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 27 | 26 +1 Gleaming Scales: 7 | 6 +1

"He bleeds. End him." Words that reached the deepest, darkest recesses of an addled mind, dangerously devoid of all restraint and restriction by dearth of inhibition. Unshackled, after so long... Nari, Morningstar or Katoka might have recognized the same unhindered energies they’d once witnessed while cleansing the source of thirteen's lingering corruption. War’s very essence bonded with Freyd’s spirit in a terrifying union that had threatened to unmake his mind… as if reducing it back to factory default with apocalyptic consequences. He’d mowed through the Blight’s children

Acanthus received the Topaz gemstone a quickly tossed it into her inventory. “Yes, thank you.” When she looked up, Ariel was talking with the dragon still. It looked like they would be continuing along the chain. Surely not the *entire* chain? Acanthus had intended to catch up on Katoka’s soundtrack. And her other daily routines still called to her… Acanthus sighed internally. It was a change of plans, but probably a good change. Finding people willing to do this quest was not easy. She could always catch up later. “Next quest is this way, Ariel. And… Um…” Acanthus looked back at the

roll ID# 248089 | CD: 12 +1 +3 LD: 15 +1 +10 «NT:LE» Gathering: LD 15+ | +2 Materials «Foraging» R2 : "Journeyman Forager" LD 13+ | +1 Material CD: 5*+ | +1 extra Material «Foraging» EXP: 122/149 | 94 +8+2 +16+2 Total Mats: 26 | 22 +4

Acanthus watched Freyd pummel the grotesque from a whole being into thin layers of blood on the dungeon walls. It was the first time she had seen him laugh. And even then, it wasn’t a laugh. Eerie cackling bounced off of the walls, lending to the unsettling air, but it did not slow her down. Acanthus was no stranger to strange behavior in combat. How people preferred to fight (and cope with the fighting) was their own journey, and she had little desire to judge. But she did have an uncharacteristic desire to pry, if only a little. “Sounds like you’ve been to Floor 29 for that bugged quest

"What's the matter, Mari? Evelyn got your tongue?" “Funny..” Mari coughed. “You keep bringing her up, as if that’s your only weapon against me.” Her daughter had been used against her so many times in the past, that the name coming from her Gemini was just reciprocated with a dull numbing pain of longing. Nothing else. No anger, no overwhelming guilt. Was that…a good thing? Mari wasn’t sure but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. A foot lifted. Mari rolled onto her back only to have the foot come down hard on her sternum. Mari felt like the wind had been knocked out of her, she coughed.

A flash of steel, oozing with black miasma that hissed as it dripped from her weapon and hit the ground. Acrid blight and noxious venom. As it all too easily found its target, and out from the shadows stepped a figure adorned in flickering orange - almost as though she was an ember threatening to ignite. Mari didn't bother going back into the shadows, the rest of them peeled off her as they sunk bank into the ground in languid drips. Mari stood where she had struck the ripper, head tilted to the side as she watched it squirm beneath the weight of blight, and its own body - paralyzed. Unab

Mari waited for the thermos to refill itself before grabbing it to drink, her throat felt dry - and her limbs still felt heavy after the constantly loaded conversation the two seemed to be delving into. Mari swished the slightly bitter tea in her mouth before swallowing. "I know." She said when Raidou said he'd be put in greater danger. "It's partially why I don't plan on talking about him. I'm not ashamed of him. I don't care who knows me, who judges me." She felt like she was repeating herself but it was statement that remained true, that she was adamant about. "But I do care about him. Simp

“This is delicious, Mari. Thank you for inviting me here, and for this wonderful meal. It means a lot to me.” "Eheh! Thank you." Mari picked up her plate, the still half eaten food on it then his empty one. "It's actually one of my favourite things to make, its a big comfort meal for me. I wanted to share that with you. Ahh... I did have some Ciabatta but I guess I forgot to serve it up, if you're still hungry let me know. I'll cut some up. K?" Despite the rough conversation Mari seemed to have relaxed a little more. The hard parts were over. He was still here, and that meant enough for

Shadows clung to Ariel like a second skin as she watched Freyd’s drunken stumble transform into terrifying precision. The Ripper’s chain-hook flew—SHINK—only to be caught mid-air by a hand moving faster than sober logic allowed. A big chunk of the boss’s HP vanished in a spray of pixelated gore. Even pickled he's lethal, she acknowledged, sending the teleport crystal back into the inventory. Kimba’s low growl vibrated through their bond: Focus. Rotting meat and rusted chains filled the air. The Ripper reeled, chains acting like a death rattle. Ariel’s moment crystallized. No flourish

Mari misunderstood his perspective on NPCs, but now wasn’t the time or place, and he wasn’t altogether sure how sane it all was. This place took its toll, in this case, it might have taken everything from the very start. Rather than prod, he just let the topic slide, preferring praise instead. “This is delicious, Mari. Thank you for inviting me here, and for this wonderful meal. It means a lot to me.” A blushing smile, restoring some hint of the happiness he wished so desperately to preserve, threading fate’s needle with filaments now tainted with blood. Would more follow?

Watching the rock skip ten times over, she would smile. Looking for another that was semi flat, she decided to try. Finding one, she would shift her body slightly to line her eyes with the pool of water, as she pulls her arm back a bit. With a flick of her wrist, it skips three time. Without thinking about it she jumps raising her arms with "YES" before slowly pulling them down behind her back. Pushing her lips together, turning to Rai with a small chuckle. "First time" remarking as heat build in her face. After a moment her eyes would go to the falls, all the different colors. She began to wo

A small spiral notebook flashes into existence, Mari would offer it to him. Out of respect the man takes it gently, flipping through its pages. Her hand writing left quite a bit to be desired, leaving him reading through much slower then he could usually parse. It was a thicker record, but seemed almost manic and incomplete. Like a proof of her state as it deteriorated, and how abruptly it would inevitably end. "Thanks, I will compare this to my own records." Raidou remarks adding it to the others he had just written, before sliding them away to join the organized clutter at the guild hall. Ma

“People? You mean players, not NPCs.” "Naturally." Mari said in a matter-of-factly tone. "I wouldn't have hesitated to attack them front of if they were NPCs. Why bother disarming NPCs? Why go through all that extra effort to preserve their life when they wake up the next day when they fall? People don't do that Freyd." Mari sighed as she pushed her half eaten meal away, not hungry anymore. "That's the problem. People don't..come back" She knew her and Freyd hadn't agreed on the matter. Mari used to not have such a disdain for NPCs...but after all she had been through, all she had lost -

The man would offer pursuit without any resistance, offering the quick response "Good, most of my morning is clear." He'd sate her curiosity and any inhibition to the notion. Raidou's morning tasks had been handled quite readily, jumping around from floor to floor like usual did take its own fair shake. The man would lean down and pick up a flatter stone. That adamant and stoic expression that he always wore still clung to his brow, one that spoke in facts and simple truths. "Lead the way." the man offered for her take the wheel, allowing for her to work through whatever hooks that would slow

Mari watched as he would transcribe information, almost meticulously so...she used to do something similar. When did she stop doing that? Mari shut her eyes. Right...probably around the time she watched Alkor die. She spiraled bad after that. Then, she simply didn't have the time to sit and record information, too busy being hunted and vilified. Justly so, but - Mari lifted her head from his shoulder and started to go through her inventory, wondering if she still had it. "You're not wrong, only someone with zero sense would dive every morning into an extremely dangerous hole in the ground

"I knew you at least accepted him - to an extent with your present. I just...didn't expect this." Lips pressed together, Freyd raised his brows and allowed his eyes to widen in mixed surprise and agreement. “I hadn’t expected him to reach out directly. What I know of Lancaster speaks to violence first, thought after, if at all. He’s a raw nerve unable to ever be sufficiently scratched or sated - always burning and consuming itself.” A sly, bemused grin returned, friendly banter preferred over the heaviness of what might come to pass. “Guess that might explain your attracti

It had been less than ten minutes before Raidou showed up, the minute she sees him her eyes light up in excitement. "Not really, just got here myself." Seeing him fixated on the falls behind them, they were still a distance away but the pouring water and the colors that reverberating off the rocks was prominent. "I know this is an odd place to meet, but I haven't seen one up close." She would turn toward the cave, "I made a list of stuff that I wanted to do about a year ago, a bucket list if you prefer the phrase." She would begin to walk in, it started to get a bit louder but that was to be e

The man would offer a soft chuckle, retracting his hands and unfurling the map using objects on the table to lay it flat. "You're not wrong, only someone with zero sense would dive every morning into an extremely dangerous hole in the ground where no one goes. To read a book to a friend, for all about a half an hour." Clasping a pen he'd start to draw out sections of where their encounter had occurred, visually transcribing down expectation and assumption based on potentials and possibility in notable red lines. "I am sure that can be arranged, if I still have them. Its been so long I'll have