Mari

Mari was leaning against a tree outside the safe zone by Taft. She half expected Reytac to be waiting on her, but it seemed to be the other way around. Surprising...really, considering she had to climb a flight of stairs to get to their destination and all he needed to do was scream out a cities name, and he was instantly whisked away. By Mari's feet sat a crate of potions, one of them already missing, cracked open and drunk by the woman to give herself the slight boost in damage she'd need to be able to wipe out swarms of enemies with a single strike. The woman wasn't sure how long she'd

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Mari relaxed her shoulders hearing his words, she didn't realize just how much tension she had been holding in them...just how tightly wound she had been. Her stew, half eaten and far too spicy to be able to finish was pushed to the side so she could give Oscar the full attention he both demanded and deserved. He dismissed her admission with a rather simple and nonchalant one of his own, breaking apart bread to dip into his own serving. Stating he'd be fine...Mari knew Oscar was connected - knew he had people working for him, and that he was personally training several others. Her finger tappe

Mari stared at V for a moment as she dismissed Mari's concerns. Had she been wrong? Mari was pretty perceptive, and usually right about these sort of things...but... Mari turned her gaze back toward the bar. She also had quite a lot to drink. Also, terrible at socializing in settings like this. "Oh." Her head swiveled back to V. "Thash...relief." Mari offered her a smile. "I kinda like hanging with you." V then made mention of how he could see why Mari was bummed playing matchmaker, ah. "Well..." Mari tugged on her bangs, "We could find you shomeone? Maybe not though... I don't -" Then lifted

Mari didn't expect Jomei to give his real name, but she didn't show it. She had to keep her resolve in check. She couldn't falter. The air was thick with the smell of singed cloth and flesh and it made her nauseous, she was used to such scents but did not like how they lingered in this constricted space. "Real name?" Mari asked. The question was supposed to be taboo, but she needed to know everything she could about him. Mari had no intention of letting him live. She wanted him scared. Wanted him to have a chance to repent. He still had a green cursor after all. She had to give him the benefit

"I..." Mari stared at Eulogy. IS this kid actually 18? He's acting like a bloody 12 year old. Mari began to question if it was a good idea to show him any of this...especially if he was calling acid fizzy liquids. "Acid." Mari corrected him. "It's acid." Lord help her, if she wasn't used to dealing with Chaser she'd have thrown this kid out on his ass already. Mari drew in a deep breath and held it, exhaling slowly. Excitement to teach someone beginning to wane. How could she show him if he could barely comprehend what acid was? "Maybe....this is a little too complicated to start with." Mari

Mari turned on her burner; set it to low and picked up a beaker, setting it up above the burner. "So what I use...is essentially the enchantments or enhancements professions hold. For instance..." She'd hold up a small gem. "This here? Paralyze. If I crush it up and mix it with a diluted mix of nitric and hydrochloric acid." Mari paused. Not sure if he'd care, or catch on. "The same mix they use to test if gold is real or not." Mari would drop the little gem into the beaker and swirl it around with a glass rod. Eulogy was being rather chatty now - but...Mari had to admit it was nice to show s

"Remind me to thank him if I ever meet this Raidou," Mari turned to glance at Azhoda, right.... who knows what would have happened to her if Raidou hadn't sent Mari off to investigate the area. "I'm sure you would have found your way out." Best not dwell on it, best give her words of encouragement instead of a grim possible truth. There was never any reason to dwell on what ifs, and situations that never happened. That was aforementioned Raidou's forte, not hers. "He's usually floating around, all over the place really. Raidou runs Firm Anima - probably the largest guild in Aincrad. So i

Mari patted the guy she was sitting on. "Unconk...unconsh...un..." She frowned, why was it so hard to talk properly. A shake of her head, an a deep breath. "Unconscious." Mari said with the fluidity of someone who hadn't just downed seven straight whisky drinks. "C-Came to thank you fer helpin' me get Lancashter here an...man...yanked my hair." Mari would rest the back of her head against the bar, closing her eyes. She was so sick of fighting. Mari figured Vincent did this to allow Mari to let off some steam, but this wasn't what she needed. "Hmmm?" She'd open her eyes again, feeling something

Mari leaned back in her chair, mulling over the title she had given herself, Arbiter of the Faceless Lord... Raidou didn't make much of a comment on it, if any. So Mari had to assume he was fine with it. She would lower her cup back down to the table. She didn't like the mention of the dangerous concoction, and in her desperation - how she had almost let Lancaster fall to its insidious design. She never...should have let it get that far. "Mmm..." It was the only verbal response Mari gave to Raidou on the matter, fingers tapping the rim of her near empty cup. The man shifted to Lancaster, and h

Mari turned to V, ready to introduce her - a third time - but she was leaving. What..wait what? A small panic set into the drunken woman as she stumbled forward, toward the dark skinned woman whom she only knew as V “Hey - hol’ on a shecon-shecond…” The concern the woman had for Mari did not go unnoticed, and Mari wasn’t entirely sure how to explain it - was she insane? Or just dealing with a traumatic experience? How does one articulate that they are afraid the person they love most in the world is a figment of their imagination? That people are pretending to be him? Her hand hung mid-ai

Mari glanced away....he had reacted about the way she thought he would, perhaps...a little better. There was a lot of trepidation there. When people thought of the LC they thought of the LC of the past; not how it was now. But, there was no way to really relay that to him. Mari couldn't really put on a bright smile and say 'oh they're not that bad! not anymore! They even have a rule about unnecessary killing!" Because Mari knew a lot of the people were bad. It wasn't a kind guild, nor was it filled with kind people. It was, and still is a guild that honestly would be better if it didn't exist

"Hmm?" Mari lifted her head with a yawn. Oh...that's right. Rey had messaged her asking if she'd be able to be at her store; luckily for him - she had been crafting not long prior. Mari sat up straight and arched her back, it cracked in several places. "Yeh. Hang on." Mari scratched at her arm. It still hurt, but it was healing well enough. She supposed that was to be expected...after yanno, being kidnapped. "Sup Rey." Mari would stand, looking at the note he slid over, most of it basic stuff. "You know..." She began, as she started to collect all the things he had asked for. "I don'

"I guess its a little nerdy." Mari said, placing emphasis on the word. "It is all science, chemical reactions and the like." Mari didn't say much else on the matter, as Celeste didn't seem all too interested. That was fine. Not everyone had the same interests as she. Instead Mari intently listened. Gabrandr...a brief memory of a flame Eruda also seemed to have, it was the same colour. Mari assumed it a parlour trick. Did the other woman also have something to do with that? "Flames of the father?" Mari tilted her head. "Didn't really peg you as someone who was a frontliner...or into religi

Mari was still close to Jevi, thighs still touching. As expected, she hadn’t received a response from Lancaster, he was probably resting. “Switch partners….” Mari slurred as she rested a head on Jevi’s shoulder. “I am enjoying yours though….I’m not really one for dancing.” A hand lifting up to fix V's hair. Mari rarely admitted to enjoying someones company, it was probably the alcohol. Mari felt the presence of another join them and her smile faded, barely glancing at the man. She didn’t really feel like being hit on by strangers. “Don’t you just hate unwanted guests…” Mari began in an an