Mari

Akir laughed, bitter and maddening warbles that barely reached Mari's ears - her gemini was losing. Losing the fight, her grip on reality, and on sanity. There was barely an effort made on Mari's part to dodge the weak attack, furthermore - the shadow of her brother's gemini seemed to step in, swaying the tides in her favour. Montjoy... Mari made a mental note to thank the ...being later. "You. Won't. Have. Me." Mari hissed as she tried to swing at Akir, another miss - shit. Mari wasn't sure how long she could keep this up. Her own skills in avoiding attacks in combat coming back to bite

Lancaster would wrap his fingers around hers, pulling her up and out of the chair in a tight embrace, whispering words in her ear of passions and of love. Confessing his desire to share it all with her, even if it were for just one more day. Their dream was theirs, and theirs alone. "Dammit Vincent..." Mari muttered into his neck. "I thought I finally had managed to woo you with my words and yet you go and say something like that. I could never be as articulate as you, but come - let me show you in other ways." And she'd drag him up the stairs to show him the rest of her house.

Well you know how I am," Oscar would pause as he glanced at Mari. "No half measures, right?" He winked at her and Mari cleared her throat, crossing her arms, on purposefully so beneath her chest - bikini's and all that jazz. "Oh yeh, I'm very personally aware." She'd offer her him a special smile, intimate moments shared between friends, and only friends - inside jokes. Mari was happy she was able to have that kind of relationship with Oscar. "Still..." Her eyes shifted over the horizon - taking in the view. "This must have cost a fortune...if you need help to fill your coffers again, le

*BIKINI MARI ACTIVATE* It was a good thing Mari was already on the floor; preparing herself for a guild fishing trip; else the poor PKer may not make it. Too many stairs...not enough notice. "Oscar!" Mari waved her friend over as she approached - seeing him standing by...Her head tilted skyward. "What the fuck?" A giant cookpot? That simmered and boiled and broiled. "You know....When you said free food I didn't think you meant..." Mari gestured to the giant pot with a scarred hand. "This." He seemed so proud of himself too. And so he should be, it was a feat. Mari wasn't sure an

"Yes!? non vedo l'ora. Sono l'uomo più fortunato. Sto sognando." Once again, the irony of the juxtaposition was not lost on Mari. He practically vibrated with sheer elation, a small dance of his feet as he celebrated her acceptance, almost like a child. This was the man people feared? Calling himself lucky. Dreaming? At least she thought that's what he said - Mari struggled to understand him completely when he spoke too fast - she’d need to get back into Italian lessons if she ever… If they ever left this place…. A series of kisses followed by the hiss of flesh and Mari laughed

Open to all Jacobs Ladder Members and Prospective Members; no post order no cares, just FEESH and GATHER The floor was perfect for this really... Warm and temperate climates with soft breezes that carried with them the scents of the ocean. Islands dotted throughout - it housed Baldurs estate, and furthermore the Jacobs Ladder guild hall. The walk up to the floor was daunting, usually taking Mari almost two days to get there, but she had a place to rest before continuing her journey. One day, one day soon...she would attempt Redemption. Ending the tirade of stairs.

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Raidou asked if she had a broom. Still nursing her cup Mari would gesture to the basement door with a tilt of her head. “There’s one in there. I can get it after.” Mari was used to ash and dust lingering in the air. “You can help if you want, but you’re already doing enough.” Mari shifted her gaze to the top of the stairs. Wondering how Lancaster would feel waking up to seeing Raidou back again. He’d have to deal with the people in Mari’s life, especially people like Rai and Freyd. “Although you might be dealing with a hungover Lancaster at some point.” Mari said with a small laugh into her cu

“Its fine.” Mari said as she watched the pot of coffee begin to percolate, she shifted to fill up a kettle with water and placed it on the stove, with a flick of a switch it too was beginning to boil. Sure, she could whip these things out of her inventory, but the small actions felt real. Grounded her. “It just…reminded me of Freyd, yanno he literally broke in to clean? He laundered all my sheets, dusted everything. Left me a note that….” Mari paused. The note Her gaze shifted to the empty fireplace. Nothing more than a few charred logs and a pile of ash. A single hand written note,

Mari inwardly groaned. She hadn’t meant to snap at him like that. She hadn’t meant for it all to bubble forth like toxic bile. All she wanted…genuinely was to reconnect with an old friend. But the wounds she thought had healed blistered open again. Feeling guilty at her outburst Mari shifted her eyes away, bending down to pick up her weapon and have it disappear back into her inventory. Lest any wandering players think she was attacking him. “Sorry…” She mumbled, then - with a resolve to fix things she said it again, louder this time. “Sorry. I’ve been trying to be better at…” She rolled her w

After a minute's silence between the two Raidou simply offered her a nod, going straight back to his work. "Good morning.” Mari hadn’t expected to see him so soon - She rubbed her eyes. Groggy. “M-Mornin…” Somehow. Mari seemed more human in these moments. Hair a mess, tired, drained - a single hand on the stairs balustrade. “What’r you doin’?” Another sleepy mumble followed by a yawn. Tired cerulean eyes shifted over his shoulders, peering out into the snowy expanse behind him. No Freyd? Right. No. Freyd was probably resting, and spending some much needed time with Elora. Ma

Trembling hands would gently run over Lancasters face, thumbs grazed beneath his precious verdant vermillion eyes. Eyes she had been so close to dropping a proverbial poison into, one that Mari was so afraid would have changed him. Would have dulled that insatiable curiosity and fire that burned so much so that it warmed her aching heart with just a look. Distillation of Shadow… What a scary concoction. Freyd was right, it was too dangerous. Another thing to question Raidou about, but that was for later. For another day - for now…Mari simply didn’t want to let Lancaster go, fervent kisses

Mari swung her pole arm back around to Akir, but Akir ducked under it - dodging it with a maddening laugh. Mari groaned, the momentum caused her to stumble forward. She had to lean heavily on her weapon. This battle was raging on too quickly. Mari was down her dominant hand and as a result she was struggling to maintain any sort of momentum on the shadowy creature. "That may be true, But we can try." It was the most coherent Akir had been in the last few moments. Concern flashed across Mari's eyes, was her gemini gaining strength again? Akirs own strike fell into Mari's body, and Ma

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A smile turned to a thin small line of worry. Weapon clattered to the floor, cork back in its place with a quiet ‘thunk’ and the alcohol, a gesture of some sort of…whatever the two had between them placed back into her inventory with a crystalised flourish. Olive branch denied. "I apologize for any inconvenience," he told her. "I know you didn't need the help." “That’s not fair.” Mari said sharply, her voice rising. Inwardly, she regretted the sudden snap of her tone. But it wasn’t… “You can’t step back into my life like that. Assume inconvenience - then saunter away again. I’

"I don't like this." A flat statement as trembling fingers wrapped around the vial. "I hate this solution." Her back still to Lancaster, Her eyes fixed to Freyd's blade. It wasn't fair. Lancaster wasn't being given an option, he sought out Freyd in desperation. In an attempt to redeem himself, he left the coffin on his own accord. He was taking steps. They were small, they were slow but they were his. Wasn't that what this was all about? How could he ever truly absolve himself if it was aided like this? What of the lives he took? The destruction? He’d remember them - but… in a different s

Mari heard the rattle and clang of metal as Hidden dropped something, Mari leaned back in her chair, glancing at the frazzled woman as she rambled under her breath. Calling Raidou book boy. Mari snorted. With everything she knew now, it was very apt. Even before then. "I suppose he considers Aincrad his business." Mari said with a small shrug. She wasn't sure what Hidden knew, nor how deep her ties to Raidou were - so Mari kept the conversation light. "In an odd way though - it was an act to help me." Mari offered as her eyes followed Hidden. The petite woman placed a cup first in front

*editing due to current circumstances - I feel it best we end the thread here* "I'm good." Mari said to Arcanthus - far more concerned with Freyd. “We’re not done yet. We can do more. Below. Sharrrrr…” Mari shifted to grab Arcanthus by her lower arm, pulling her close, what that was - it was beginning to no longer be Freyd. "Give me a moment with..." Mari's eyes cautiously shifted to Freyd. "Just give us a moment, and make sure the others follow. I don't think he'll stop. He gets a little focused sometimes..." She wasn't sure. Mari shook her head, then offered Arcanthus a w

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

"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

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

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?

"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

"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

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