Mari

“I…appreciate that…” Mari said as Oscar extended the invite to Lancaster, and Mari considered it. Really truly considered it. “I am not sure he’d want to come. I want him to make more connections after…” Mari lifted her hand and rolled it. She wasn’t going to outright say why in front of Oscars guests. Still… Still… Mari opened up her HUD; and messaged Lancaster Mari→ Lancaster: Im still with Oscar. Being roped into playing Poker with his friends. Did you want to join? I Lancaster → Mari: Not for me Mia Amore. Is your friend. Take the night. I will be here. Just as s

Mari snorted. “Oscar…. You and I both know I’m not exactly a kind person. But - I appreciate the compliment.” She would offer him a smile that would fade completely when Oscars eyes lowered, Cordelia…hadn’t been messaging him either. Mari chewed the inside of her cheek. Not on the monument…not replying. She could be trapped somewhere, much like Mari was, a place that didn’t allow messages to reach her, or for her to contact the outside world… what if someone in the Laughing Coffin had taken her? What if Atan had? So many possibilities and none of them were good. Mari felt ill, she had to

"Busy..." Mari repeated, not masking the skeptism in her tone. She knew he was busy. That was the problem. But she didn't push it. Because Mari was more or less doing something similar. Busy...busy with reigning in Laughing Coffin members, busy with her preparation for Redemption. Busy with busting her ass ensuring her guild had enough col and materials to last the next several floors. Cooking, cleaning, ensuring her house was a welcoming home for her husband. A shake of her head and a warm and worn smile. "Busy...yeh...same, Oscar...same..." Her smile widened when he gave her a hint to what h

Mari felt an irrevocable warmth as his calloused hands slid up her legs, her thigh, pulling her up and into him. Carrying her bridal style. His Italian a little too fast for even her to understand, but she could take a guess it was something along the lines of 'you didn't have to do this' or 'how did you move this?' His joy, his utter disbelief filled Mari with an immense sense of pride and joy. "Am yours...Always..." Mari whispered as she pressed her forehead into the nape of his neck, coiling her arms around his shoulders. Mari didn't really know too much about Vincent outside of the game, b

“Right, hang on…careful…” Mari was leading Lancaster, blindfolded past the confines of Athenaia. Down a small pathway, and hidden by a mountainside. “Almost there…” Mari would pull the blindfold away from his eyes, only to cover them quickly with her own hands. “When you left the Laughing Coffin…I feel as though I took away your home, a space that was well and truly yours, and whilst my home shall always be a place for you…” She paused, finally removing her hands from his eyes allowing him to see the weeks of early rises and late nights. The reason she had been so absent, so tired,

Standard Recovery +4 EN, The Leech Lich gurgled, faltering from the weight of their combined attacks and with a shaky hand summoned another two skeletons. "Aww, look." Mari gushed as she swung her weapon, completely decimating them the second they pulled their skeletal feet from the ground. "It thinks its efforts make a difference." Mari snapped her fingers, two, three , then four times - each time she did flames would ripple up her hand, her arms and over her shoulders, creating a cape of flames that cascaded around her. "Little help?" Mari asked, stepping over a skeletal co

Standard Recovery +4 EN "Honey...." It was almost chastising, the way she said it. "You must be patient with these sort of things..." Although if anything, Mari was the one that needed to be patient, seeing how his eyes lit up made her want to spill all her secrets to him then and there. Wanted to whisk him away from this stupid meaningless quest and onto greater things. Mari turned on her heel, giving her husband a cheeky grin, going as far as to stick her tongue out at him from between her teeth as her hands lit up in flames. "Colour me..." A pause as one hand ripped through a St

Following the sounds of breaking twigs and the low growls of an errant pack of wolves Mari shifted quietly into the treeline. She didn’t like fighting in the densely packed birch forests. It didn’t allow her a lot of movement. Then, there it was. Four of them, but their attention was elsewhere. “What the-” Mari saw the woman, hair blending into the snow, crouched by a tree trunk. Completely oblivious to the snarling and snapping happening around her. Is she fucking daft? A sprint forward, Mari unceremoniously pushed the woman aside, just in time. A wolves jaw came snapping down

"I don't mind the smell...it just reminds me of you, my home." Such a cheesy line, but Mari couldn't help it. She was with her husband on some kind of weird honeymoon where the two would relax, and go through some inane quest line. A hand reached out to brush crimson strands of hair from his eyes. She adored him. "Do you know..." She breathed quietly. "That your right eye, has two tiny flecks of green in it?" Mari leaned forward to kiss his eye, then him. Her lips lingering. Mari pulled away, and Lancaster thanked her for her aid. This is when Mari's smile grew wider. "Oh...Oh...my belov

OOC Post 2/2 -EN RESTORED PH Mari | HP: 680/680 | EN: 100/100 | DMG: 26 | MIT:143 | ACC:4+1 (AA) | AA | FL.AURA: 8 | BH:37 | BRN: 56 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:5 | True Tier 15

-taking back above items at Mornignstars request-

“I’m…so tired…” Her boots dragged in the snow, leaving deep footprints behind her. It didn’t matter. She was safe, and the oncoming storm that night would wash away her tracks with a fresh layer. Mari lifted an arm to rub her shoulder as she rolled it back. It was sore, her whole back was. Mari let out a yawn, pausing to glance at the treeline by her house, noticing movement. An errant pack of wolves, perhaps. The woman shifted direction to head toward it, with her arm outstretched she’d summon her halberd, the axe glimmering with the faint glow of heat as embers danced off its blade.

Mari’s words softened as she lowered her gaze to her glass. Her thumbs running over the rim of it. “Wow. So you really haven’t heard those rumours. Huh.” She closed her eyes, her head lilting to the side in thought. “Maybe. Your attitude would change if you did know. But -“ her words were left there, choosing not to continue. He didn’t need to hear about her daughter. The tragic circumstances behind it. The reason for the Pink Pker rumours. All things better left unsaid for the moment. People don’t just help people Maybe he was right. Mari was doing this not because she cared about

Scar. Mari couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his name, she didn’t voice her dislike at it. But it was evident she didn’t exactly approve of it either. Her eyes shifted to the scar on his face.Typical. Honestly, she was surprised she hadn’t run into something like that sooner. Then again, she had killed someone called BallBlaster. He extended his hand to shake and Mari went to offer her own but he quickly pulled away. Apologizing. “Damn.” Mari said as she let her hand rest on the counter instead. She wasn’t hurt by the action, it was clear she still made him nervous. “I don’t bite. I mean

The man fell quiet, his eyes wandered- and so did his mind. Mari didn’t question it, it was a lot to take in, especially for someone who seemed to have just started exploring the upper floors. Most people didn’t believe it, not till it happened to them. If they didn’t heed Mari’s warning, it was no longer her problem. The woman was over trying to help people who didn’t listen. She barely wanted to help in general. This man though, actually seemed to consider her words. “Hit the nail on the head.” A wave of her glass as she took another drink. “I speak from experience, but hey.” She shrug

The man lingered in the entrance a little longer, before finally crossing that threshold into her quaint little store. Long strides lead him past the dusty wares on shelves and in front of her; on the opposite side of the counter. Closer now, she could see a scar over his eye, faint smile lines - and his dark hair an absolute chaotic mess. “I really don’t.” Mari responded, opening up her HUD and pulling out a bottle of Sullivans Cove Whiskey, and a single glass. For her. Not for him. “I used to. But it nearly drove me mad, and landed me a number of years in a cold dark cell. I wasn’t living.”

The man took a step back. Cautious. Mari sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She hadn’t meant to outright scare the poor bastard. But. “Good.” Mari said to him as he told her it was nothing more than a cautionary tale. “I ain’t looking to add any more names to that monument.” A pause, and a tilt of her head as her lips quirk into a sort of half smile. “Not willingly, anyway.” Mari’s hand fell back to her side with a swing as she approached the counter that separated them, leaning her elbows on it. So he was curious enough to come to her tent, cautious enough to linger at its entran

“Hmm?” Mari glanced over at the entrance to her tent, hearing the rustle of canvas as it shifted open. In front of her, was a man she didn’t recognize. He stood tall, almost having to duck to make his way through the entrance. Dark hair, and eyes a beguiling red - although they paled in their lustre compared to her husband. He wasn’t really noteworthy, not even a weapon at his side and looked like he was dressed in some kind of beginner gear. His eyes danced around her store, as though he was surprised to see what was within it. A wanderer who got lost? Then, came the comment. Always

Knowing Acanthus was here, along with Morningstar put Mari in a little bit of a better mood. Although it was difficult to be in high spirits in such a miserable floor. “Could always go for another drunken romp across the docks.” Mari said to Acanthus with a slight nudge. Morningstar talked about how what they were looking for could be at the bottom of an ocean, and the other woman did not react kindly to it. Mari opened her mouth to ask for more information about the sword but Acanthus shifted, pointing to something in the fog. Introducing themselves as members of the frontlines. Th

"Wow. You must be pretty skilled to be able to on purposely do that, and make it look like an accident." Mari jested as she caught the tiny gaseous ball Eulogy tossed back to her. With far more ease. "This was for you, actually." Not trusting the kid to catch it properly this time Mari turned and sat it on the table. "Just pick it up on your way out, and don't use it in a safe zone if you can help it. It...." She paused, fingers tapping the glass in thought. Unsure if she should share the information with him, and this time, against her better judgement, she did. "This particular one doesn't r

Just on the outskirts of Yomi, the main settlement on the 10th floor stood a large tent; its permanence on the floor a staple. The near darkness of the floor hides the stains on the outside of the tent, blood and dirt - as though the thing was dragged through a warzone before being hastily set up. Simply for how long it had been there, rumours kept most away. 'The Pink Pker' they would say. Others, simply decided whatever wares were sold there were not worth the hassle of dealing with the prickly person inside. Within it, a faint yellow glow, followed by a myriad of scents that burn the nose.

"Oh...I'm terrible at the mashkeraiding game." Mari said covering her mouth with her hand, hiding a wide smile. "Hell I ripped thi-this thing off within moments. I'm bad at hiding...I kinda..." Mari took a step back from V, holding out her arms as if presenting herself, "I mean..orange on orange on orange?" A step closer to V to place one arm on the womans shoulder, the other found its way in her hand. "But...being who I am...I ain't got accshesh to like...shops and stuff." Her smile faded at that, Mari was fine with being orange. With failing redemption. But with times like this, thinking of

"Catch anything?" say "J-Jomei?" Mari asked, looking up from her fishing rod, she had just finished affixing a gummy fish to the hook. She was surprised to see him. "What are you doing here?" A question spoken from genuine surprise. Mari had expected him to go join Hirru, and whomever else was with him. "Why aren't you in the safe zone with the others?" A question stemmed from someone so used to doing things on her own. Being on her own. Even with the company of her husband. Mari glanced down to her right arm, still pink, still healing from being burned. Slowly, it dawned on her - her own

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