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Odd Mari found it very odd that for all his valour and wit. For his well versed and thinly veiled threats toward the men the stalwart man faltered before her. A helmet laden head tilted down, and shoulders slumped as though they were uncertain. Was he…scared? No, that didn’t make sense. Finally, he lifted his unseen gaze. "I was just repaying a debt," “No one owes me debts.” Mari said quietly, this time swinging her full body to face him, chancing a step closer with a tilt of her head. The man had earned her full attention. How he spoke - it was as if he knew he

He watched implacable as the two men licked their wounds and collected their compatriot ,all too eager to retreat. It did not strike him as at all unexpected that Mari did not trust him. She had learned distrust from circumstance, learned to be hated, and to hate in turn. That she was not bombarding him with a scathing review told Alkor all he needed to know. Their time apart, the distance he had all but forced on her, had been good. Though the whole truth of that matter was open-ended, and he couldn't know how much she had suffered in order to climb out of the pit she had fallen into. On

"If I had a nickle for every would-be hero," Mari shifted on her foot, hearing the voice. It sounded…familar. She couldn’t place it, nor why the rich, smooth, and resonant voice tugged at feelings of nostalgia. Mari hadn’t drawn her weapon against the first three, she didn’t want to. Didn’t feel the need to. They were just friends playing at knighthood. But this man? His presence was enough to warrant her halberd materializing in hand. It demanded attention, the strength in his stride told of an ice cold visage. Practiced and trained movements. "Justice doesn't matter if you'r

The glade where He'd been felled had all but mended. Toxic ichor bleeding through from above had dried up, but the gnarled and withered corpses of trees stood silent testament to the poison's more lasting effects. Slaying the infected beast had been one of the few kindnesses that the Players had truly done for the world. There was no hidden circumstance that ruined lives, nothing more than a fleeting memory of something abhorrent, something that if they had failed to put an end to, would have ran rampant. The silence that permeated this space was an unfillable void, a mirror of the stifli

Clink Clink Two bottles of Sullivans Cove clattered loudly together as Mari held them in one hand - she was rounding the outside of Glyndbourne. Her hair is slightly damp from the atrocities of the floor above. One of the drawbacks of the ever looming orange crystal above her forehead - nothing was ever easy. Except stealing from a floor void of safe zones. That was easy. It didn't seem to bother her, nor her spirits. Cerulean eyes bright, no longer marred by dark circles. Her hair well kempt, clothes..right down to her fishnet stockings were neat and laundered. The woman had a

She was a most interesting being, to say the least. Wordplay like a fencer's own wit, quick to cut straight to the point. Corvo could tell that she was a goal-oriented individual, the kind of girl that in studious and career decisions would have won his parents over. The kind of person he was expected to be, when the chips were on the table. That was boring in its own way. Indulgence was what drove him, the derivative functions of reality that made it tolerable were his drug. Well- one of his many drugs. He watched her back off and a quiet sigh escaped his slightly parted lips. "Everyone's in

Everything was almost over now....and that..was good...because Mari's vision had begun to blur. Her chest was on fire, her entire arm erupting in synapses of pain that shouldn't exist yet still perceived. Still persisted. Mari weakly lifted up her head as she felt a rush of cold. An unexpected interruption. Mari stared at it in confusion. Was that...allowed? Even Akir seemed unnerved by the interruption - vitriolic words spitting in his direction before being silenced by a blade at her throat. The visage stepped away, and Mari couldn't pinpoint where it went. Why was she being helped?

Sensing opportunity as Mari struggled not to wretch, Akir’s polearm drove forward in a lunge, only to be parried, deflected by an unexpected interrupt. The formless black figure with azure eyes wielding a sword of utter nothingness, had blocked the blow and drawn the failing mob’s ire, if only for a moment. “Stay out of this! She’s mine.” Akir seethed, her words slurring through failing mouth and cheeks. “You know the rules. Don’t interf-” The gemini’s eyes widened with fear as the black blade flickered and reappeared at he throat, its bearer sidestepping slowly before pulling away.

"Yes it does! Of course it does. Don't lie to yourself. I've felt your glee at tinkering with with baubles that could wipe out who villages." Mari scoffed "Now who's lying to themselves?" Mari asked as she circled the slowly decaying woman. Her gemini was crumbling, much like Mari was before, but unlike Mari - the gemini didn't have those connections - didn't have the memories and hope of others to bring her back to a semblance of lucidity. It made Mari's stomach churn, to see a reflection of herself in such decay. A solemn and scary reminder that this could have been her future if

"But it doesn't mean I like to watch anything suffer." "Yes it does! Of course it does. Don't lie to yourself. I've felt your glee at tinkering with with baubles that could wipe out whole villages." She spat with disdain, a loose tooth lost to the decaying effects afflicting her failing form. As their duel wore on, Akir's preternatural beauty became increasingly marred by the effects of repeated applications of blight and venom from Contagion's touch. Bits of her skin were flaking off, leaving dandruffy contrails as she wove and danced across the clearing with persistent agility. Not

"Tired? TIRED?! I've done nothing but rest in your miserable, withering innards! NO. I AM NOT FUCKING TIRED. That's your stupid shtick." Mari snorted and shook her head as she watched Akir writhe and scream at her. "No, I don't mean physically." Akir writhed against unseen binds, attempts to kick and scream like a small child. "I mean, of how you're acting." Mari shifted to pick up her weapon, winced - then dropped it. Only to try to pick it up again. Her entire body ached. Was this how people saw her in the past? Gods....Mari must have been insufferable. "Soft spot for redheads

"Tired? TIRED?! I've done nothing but rest in your miserable, withering innards! NO. I AM NOT FUCKING TIRED. That's your stupid shtick." Try as she might, the gemini failed to free herself from the system's restraining shackles, raging at her nearby enemy even as the ginger curiously coddled the very creatures she claimed to hate. "Soft spot for redheads, huh? Yeah. We can definitely have fun with that. Just like I'll have whatever's left of him when I'm finished with you. Lancaster and I will have such a good time. I'll remind him of every little spot you used to prod and

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Mari watched from where she was hidden - she already managed to pull herself from the void. Akir had already clocked onto the fact that she wasn't still there - wasn't still trapped like she had so desperately hoped. Was Freyds gemini this violent? She watched as with a tug her gemini managed to pull one of the shadows forth - its features instantly becoming reminiscent of Lancaster. This wasn't his gemini. Just a cheap recreation of it. But - did these shadows have feelings? Were they like Akir, Like Montjoy? Or were they simply just shadows? "Yes...what could we make this one do, I wond

Thread Closing: 3x T1 Field bosses (3x 100 exp) = 300 exp Mari receives: 15,933 EXP (Word Count [6514/5*12] + Field Bosses [300] + 0% Guild Rank bonus) 2,790 col (1 page [400] + 15% P5 Reward [2,390] + 0% Guild Rank bonus) 1x Matriarch's Stinger | 249040a 1x Snowfrost | 249040b 1x Sand Armor Potion | 249040c 1 Mon Freyd receives: 27,673 EXP (Word Count [6514/5*20] + Field Bosses [300] + 5% Guild Rank bonus) 4,358 col (1 page [0] + 15% P5 Reward [4151] + 5% Guild Rank bonus) 1x Matriarch's Stinger | 249040d 1x Snowfrost | 249040e 1x Sand Armor Potion |

Black steel scraped silkily against the laquered wood of its saya, shiny Veritas an unpleasant reminder of terrible purpose and duty combined. Inside, Freyd's heart was broken, but he'd long since consigned it to an understudy's role in the face of the iron resolve required to see them all to the end. He'd grind it into the dust in sacrifice, if required. Rai knew it. His words rang true. Freyd would do what he could not Both people standing before him knew were ultimately guided by their hearts, each in their own disparate ways. Not him. Freyd was kin to a machine, cold, calculating,

Call it an identity crisis, if you wish. Spend too much time wearing too many masks and you start to forget who you are, or which priorities matter most." "It must be hard for you." Mari said quietly - successfully managing to pat the strange little mimic who made a sound akin to a chirrup and a purr. "Freyd....Takeshi...Montjoy...It must get overwhelming." Mari chanced to pick up Reliq, who seemed to enjoy the attention as it rolled around in her arms, every so often its tongue would wipe at her - removing the wet sand from her skin. It was not a pleasant feeling. "some days...I can ba

This all fell apart... Mari lifted her head to look at the fireplace, its embers slowly dying from the onslaught of snow and wind that tore through her shattered home. Why? Why was it every time Mari finally managed to grasp a modicum of happiness it was torn away from her. Why...why every time she tried to crawl out of that dark hole she was denied hope, light? Was it so wrong to fall in love? She glanced over her shoulder at Lancaster, still pinned to the seat - pupils wide like saucers. Still under the effect of truth serum. Mari pushed herself to her feet, snatching the clear liq

"Call it an identity crisis, if you wish. Spend too much time wearing too many masks and you start to forget who you are, or which priorities matter most." Freyd spoke truth more often than most people realized. The best lies were often most effectively concealed behind it. Nuance was often the issue, skewing the meaning with double or even triple entendre, layering the right proportions of semblance and believability to brew a concoction the audience would willingly swallow. In this case, his candor was remarkably stark and poor meal for the palette. Unvarnished truth was rarely savory,

Mari gave him a weak smile, in part... it was nice to see Freyd a little more... what would you call it? Loosey Goosey? Carefree? But at the same time there was just something inherently off about it, like he was going through the motions, and that they were at best skin deep. “You learning to fly or something? Eww. Mari-nated sand.” She looked down at herself, covered in wet sand that sloughed off her in chunks. A small laugh fell from her lips. The joke reminded her of Baldur's humor. "Something like that." She responded, "At least I had a nice trip." Said with a small laugh and

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Thematic Music I've spent all this time destroying things Could I have saved anything? The streets were acrid, riddled with plumes of sulfuric smog and rubble from myriad blasts. Careful steps over large repositories of debris eventually gave way to the Ladonian's best efforts at restoration. Wherever one stepped, the future was bright, but shadows of the past loomed. Fear had ruled in the Empire for so long, the very thought of peace was fragile and beggared belief. An offered hand more often earned a distrusting look, as though Razwell had put the bearer up to the perceived kindne

♫ The man who had wandered through nearly every path, strolled through countless circumstance sat idle in his same stoic stare into Lancaster's soul. As the room would explode into a cacophony of truths, of facts, of failures and mistakes. "It seems that I was given the role of the voice of reason." He spoke in a calm collection, one that he had always wore. "It would appear, that despite it all that tensions are at an all time high." Raidou would slide into a stand and move to his robe, reaching into the pocket and taking out a pair of lenses. "So let's begin by coming clean, given with

Mari had never seen Freyd like that before. Freyd referring to Mari as a prize hurt, that…wasn’t what she was to Lancaster, was she? An inward flinch at the word as her fingers fiddled with a makeshift ring upon her finger. She’d been burned before. For all the strength Mari had…for all the growth she did - the one place she always faltered were matters of the heart. “I know you, Lancaster. I know the fickleness of your flame and the catastrophe you willingly leave in your wake.” When Mari admitted she loved someone, be it platonically…or romantically, she gave those people everythi

He reached for her, his command softened by sleep and the goofy little smile he wore. Lessa's gaze flitted around the room for the briefest moment. The twin tubs of melted ice cream that really should be put away. The light that could stand to be turned off. The door that they'd come through, and the more comfortable bed that lay one floor down. At least, she assumed it was more comfortable - she'd never actually tried it out. The thought sent butterflies spiraling in her stomach, and her eyes finally returned to his. She'd never slept over at his place before, and he'd never stayed at hers, b