Mari

Mari pursed her lips, "Buu- you're being booorrring Zero. Just take a compliment - don't be such a wet towel. Sheesh." Mari rubbed her head against his shoulder, as though she were scratching it against him. "May not be heaps comfy but makes a good scratching post~ Scritch scritch~ Scritchy scritch~" Mari slurred her speech a little, clearly intoxicated. Despite being well and truly smashed, Mari noticed his dismayed sigh. "Cheer up buttercup~" She said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, poking him in the cheek. 

At this, Zero turned to her, commenting on how he was rough around the edges, Mari burst into a fit of laughter, "Maybe I like it rough."

Zero removed his armour; revealing his slightly toned chest and what she assumed were battle scarred arms. "So you're like crunchy on the outside but soft and gooey on the inside?" Mari asked, positioning herself so she could lean over him more - her fingers wove into his head, and she started slightly scratching his scalp.

"Scritch scritch, Scritch scritch!"

Mari had been enjoying a nice quiet meal, by herself. The way she liked it. She had on purposefully sat alone, away from the crowded tables so she would not be disturbed. Sadly as she continued her meal she noticed that the place began to fill up, was this some sort of lunch time rush? Or were people returning from quests? Not that it mattered to Mari. She didn't plan on initiating any sort of conversation with anyone.

That was when someone had chosen to sit next to her, a young boy with a white collared shirt and brown spikey hair.

"Uhm...Can I help you?" Mari asked, disgruntled.

Mari woke with a start, giving a shrill cry as she felt something sharp drive through her chest. Mari had been in a lot of fights now – and was used to the pain, the cuts bumps and scratches that came with fighting mobs and even mini bosses. But this? This was different. She could feel something driving deep into her and it burned.

Mari tried to flail away but she was pinned to the floor, her cerulean eyes widened as she felt a hand press over her mouth. Looking up to see who it was.

it was Uriel.

The very person she wanted to avoid, how did he find her? Mari felt tears stinging her eyes. Why? Why? WHY? Was he doing this to her? She hadn’t seen him before, hadn’t met him before   SAO and yet he was stalking her. Mari gave another stifled scream as she tried to push him off of her.

14/17 HP

Mari was in a forest, somewhere on the 3^rd floor: somewhere in that forest she lay peacefully snoozing under a tree. She was warned by Moartea to be more careful, since her run in with Uriel and himself proved to be quite bothersome.

Mari took that to heart, and decided that rather lie out in the open; she’d find a safe clearing in the forest, and that is exactly what she did. Mari gave a yawn. Lazily opening her blue eyes, vision blurred from the sleepiness, she was worn out. She had been questing hard on the higher floors in an attempt to gain better equipment – and now, now she just wanted a moments reprise.

Mari grinned, "Are you sure? You know I can afford the full price." Mari said as she leant her back on the counter so she could comfortably talk to Moartea. "We can hang out before hand if you like. After all..." Mari paused, voice darkening as she glanced down for a moment. "I may not come back from that." Mari gave a slight shake of her head. "I don't own the materials, but how about you stop by my shop on the fourth floor, and I'll play you a tune on my violin?"

-600 Col

Mari finished the exchange, "Is there anything else you needed from me Moartea?"

((quick post before I start cooking dinner – transported them to the brink of the wilderness and that jazz to get the ball rolling.))

“I suppose you are right Alkor – you just didn’t pick me as the…relaxing type – your mannerisms suggest that you’re always on edge.” Mari commented toward Alkor – her voice thoughtful. She tapped the table just in front of his resting hand. “Point proven with your reaction earlier.”

Mari turned to Zelrius, her gaze intent as she watched him talk, falter and shift his body to take on a more aggressive stance. Mari could have said something, a snide remark, a joke – but she chose to keep silent for now, instead pushing her drink away. She wasn’t planning on finishing it. It tasted foul to her. “I’m sure you can get back to your mirror soon.” Mari finally said as she stood up, dusting off her hands.

The three left the Tavern; silently making their way toward the wilderness. Feet crunching in the thick snow. They were nearing the outskirts of the forest now, and the wind had picked up – sending a deathly chill hurtling toward the air. Mari breathed deep and slow. “I LOVE this weather, makes you feel alive.”

Mari gave a nod, "mmm - true, true - but I can't be your favourite person in the world now. But - I'm here on business." Her tone turned serious as she glanced away. "I'll be attempting the Floor 9 Hydra - and at this stage I only have a beginner dagger. I really need better equipment. I need it now. If you're not up for it tell me, and I will go elsewhere." She turned back to face him. "I just wanted to go to you first, I need a Perfect quality Dagger. How much would that be?"

Mari had entered the store, noting that it was quaint- it didn't look like it belonged to a blacksmith. It was somewhat homey..yet had a regal flair. Of course, the girl had to expect this from Moartea. As she entered she noticed him asleep at the counter. Mari approached him, with no intention of being quiet.

She pressed the palm of her hand against his forehead, brushing the hair away from his face. 

"Sleeping on the job? That's not very regal of you, Moartea." she chided, "C'mon now, I need your help."

Mari gave a muffled cry, shocked to feel a foot press into her back, pushing her down into the cold snow. Mari choked, and coughed – flailing to try and breathe again, to push whatever it was on her back off. She succeeded, coughing and spitting out the snow from her mouth. “What the censored?” She wheezed, blue eyes landing on the rude dark haired man before her.

“What the HELL? Did you follow me? You creep!” Mari picked up a handful of snow and belted it at Uriels face before scrambling up off the ground.

Mari was not impressed; she did not appreciate being the momentary centre of attention, nor did she appreciate this stranger, only known to her as Uriel dragging her out of the store in such an uncouth manner. The girl wasn’t sure why – but there was something about this person that really rubbed her the wrong way. It was the way he behaved, his absolute vulgar lack of respect. Heck, even Argumail and Kazuya didn’t grind her gears as much as this guy. She shook Uriel off – “Can you kindly censored off?” Mari hissed at him as she threw him off of her and stormed off, she didn’t need to deal with this. She just wanted to go and rest; and the best place she figured she could do that, was her favourite floor -

Heading to the transport pad she hissed, “Floor 4”

And was whisked away.

Arriving at the snow covered floor Mari gave a long heavy sigh, throwing herself face first into the snow. “Mmmgrrgrrr”  She was furious…angry…flustered, and she was sure Uriel wouldn’t follow her, at least not to a floor that was above his level. Surely.

Mari lazily opened her eyes; "Mmm,...w-whaa?" She asked with a yawn. Mari felt herself be lifted up and out of the cave, the cold wind bristled against her skin - but as soon as she had felt it, it was gone. Replaced with the warmth of a thick jacket. Mari snuggled against it - lifting it up to her chin, she was now more or less asleep.

During her sleep, Mari would mutter something every so often - an unfamiliar name, a pained cry - but they quickly died down, as Mari rolled into  Moartea's chest, silently dreaming unspoken, unseen dreams.

She stirred, giving a grumbled moan as Moartea carefully placed her on her bed, she shuffled under the coat - adrift in dreamland.

 

Mari gave a small hiccup then a murmur as she felt the warmth of his arms wrap around her petite frame; She felt tired, and her body heavy. She had a far too unexpected and emotional day. "Maybe..." She murmured, rubbing her eye with a balled up first. "I wish I could say I believe your words." she muttered, clearly exhausted from the day - after all when she first met Moartea she was half asleep.

The pink haired woman fell silent, she could her his heart;

ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum ~

((OOC Sorry to Lotharian - who I was on a skype conversation with and screamed in his ear when I get a perfect roll))

Mari picked up the violin once again, setting one of her recording crystals to record the song:  - choosing to play Suteki Da Ne starting with a slow, soft sound, she hit each note with perfect precision;

"Aren't you all lucky? You get a free performance eh?" 

Mari continued to play the song; perfectly hitting each note as it hit the cresendo- before finally faltering into a  feathery finish. Mari was much, much more happy with this performance compared to her other two less than stellar attempts.

Rolled a 12 on the d12 (craft) dice
PERFECT
+1 Perfect Grade  Monster Grenade
-1 Material 

2/3 Crafts left 12/11

Mari couldn't help but snort, as she held in some laughter - amused at how the two seemed to be polar opposites. This would be an interesting trek to say the least. "Someone seems well and truly hammered." Mari mused as she watched Alkor approach, his stance and walk hinted that he had been hitting the drink, and hard. Which Mari found slightly odd, she didn't pin Alkor as the drinking type, unless fighting some monster required you to be drunk. Mari glanced down at his hands, noting that he was shaking. "Got the jitters there Alkor?" She asked - moving toward him and giving his arm a small prod.

Zelrius motioned toward the seats before Mari and Alkor, prompting them to take a seat. Mari did so, she was in somewhat of a rush to get this quest finished; but if Zelrius felt it was fine for them to dawdle then who was she to question him? He was levels beyond her, and both he and Alkor were decked out to the nines in compared to her. Mari only had a pair of cotton shoes...good for evasion and that was it. A Barmaid placed a tankard in front of her; Mari wasn't sure what the contents were -but she could smell something similar to beer.

She rested her elbow on the table, then her chin in the palm of her hand. "So a showboater eh?" Mari commented, "You were quite the daper young man during the meeting too- not that you seem to need the compliment. If I was so lucky...I personally hate armour."  

Grabbing the drink before her Mari leaned back on the back two legs of the chair, taking a sip - her nose wrinkled. Whatever it was, it was too bitter for her sweet tastes. "Whatever happened to the mad flurry to complete quests before we hit the boss?" Mari asked, "Not that I mind a drink and a chit-chat; it just seems sort of counter intuitive, but hey." She shrugged. "What do I know."

 

((After Mari finishes the meat want to call this RP done so we can have another completed RP? :D  ))

Mari gave a small nod followed by a yawn; she had exercised today - and was enjoying the warmth of the sun. The smell of the meat began to make her salivate and she could feel her stomach rumble. "I'm thinkin' of forming a guild. It's a shame you seem to be a solo player, I'd love to have a cook as good as you - that is...if the taste is as good as it smells."

ahaha, he's blunt just like Mari; Oh dear.
Yeh as I said I'd be up for a RP; but may be sporadic in responses

You're welcome; glad I could help

Do you have a link to your characters profile/journal ? I won't mind RPing but I am trying to pump out a few quests at the moment; they get priority~

 

Oh the forum does that its to stop accidental double posts; my forum does the same thing, give it about a 5-10 minute period between posting each post and that should fix the problem!

Mari threw her back into the grass with a light 'whump' she crossed her arms behind her head in a mock pillow. Staring up at the sky. "They are good names to remember though. Cheers." Mari gave a small laugh. "Wouldn't it be interesting....to get the last hit on one of those floor bosses...with a frying pan. I'd do that just to see the look on everyone's faces!" Mari laughed as she said this. 

Mari was normally mean, vindictive but she found Rebekah easy and pleasant to talk to. The girl was just that; she didn't seem to have anything to hide, no hidden agendas...that and she was cooking Mari steak, how can Mari possibly be angry at someone willingly cooking her STEAK?

"That is smelling real good."

He was a man of few words; Claim. He gave Mari a quick glance, and laughed, Mari assumed it was at her remark, he responded stating that it may be because players were responding to the death game with their appearance, Mari shrugged; speaking what was on her mind in a matter-of-fact manner.

“If you ask me, ya’ll just dress dark to play the brooding hero or anti hero. It’s kind of boring.”

Claim, being somewhat of a gentleman said it was nice to meet her. Mari gave a nod in return, “You too dull boy.” It was in reference to his appearance, Mari had a habbit of giving people nicknames that made little to no sense to anyone but herself.

Her cerulean gaze glanced over toward Lotharian, and her entire body seemed to relax at his approach. Mari shot Lotharian a smile followed by a snide smile. “Oh my, nobel prize winner here- for most obvious comment.”

Mari didn’t give Lotharian much of a choice, she grabbed him by his left arm, and dragged him to the seat next to Claim, pushing him down. “Right, you two. I need to do this quest; because I’m going to be one of the members for the Floor 9 shin dig ya’ll may be hearing rumours about. I need to do this, and I need to do this fast; else I may as well jump off the edge now.”

Mari shrugged, trying to avoid his stern, dark eyes. “How can one save my life?” She asked, “I am not exactly loaded right now. Most of my spare Col is being out aside to help assist a guild I want to start up.” Mari tiled her head, giving Moartea a grin. “The Cerulean Silence, has a nice ring huh?”

Moartea started going on about the importance of a mother in a childs life; she understood that he was speaking from his own pain; revealing that he didn’t know his birth mother. Those words were painful to hear, and under any other normal circumstance, Mari would feel empathy for him. But at that moment; the words he said were repeating in her mind.

she’s waiting for you

But..how could she be? Mari bit her lower lip, furrowing her brows as she tried not to cry. “It’s…not that easy…” She began in a small voice. “A corrupt lawyer made it so I can never see my daughter. Ever. A-“ Mari shook her head, unable to finish the sentence she buried her face in the palm of her hands. Her entire body shook with emotion as she tried so very hard to hold back the tears. Her death wouldn’t affect the future of her child, her daughters father would ensure that Mari had nothing to do with her life, and would go through any means to do it.

“I don’t have such things to look forward to.”

Mar said, with her face still buried in her hands. Her voice void of emotion as her body became still.

 

Mari felt her whole body shake as Raidou in turn, wrapped his hand around hers and shook her hand. "Whoa there." Mari exclaimed, attempting to pry free but to no avail. "Gosh damn, son." Mari exclaimed. It slowly began to dawn on her that this Raidou character was not good with social interaction. Mari had half a mind to climb up onto his shoulders and  force the interaction down his throat; well, into his ears.

But that was a childish endeavour and he was much too tall to perform such an action, "Yes." Mari said slowly enunciating each syllable as though she was speaking to a child, purely to get on his nerves. "I Need. Help. Fight Sandsharks. Spe-cial. Im-port-ant i-tem." 

She paused when Raidou pointed, she took this as her chance to finally pull away, she rubbed her hands, attempting to get the blood flowing back into them. She wasn't sure exactly what the metallic symbols meant; perhaps he was indeed a strong player. That was good. She'd rather get this over and done with and move onto the next quest.

Mari wasn't one to get close to people, or bother with people's needs; but she had a guild and felt responsible for their lives. To her, they were children and without her guidance they'd run straight into an oncoming truck - if that truck had several heads and breathed fire.

Mari sighed, rubbing her left eye, "I had to run into a socially inept person...didn't I..." Looking up at him Mari tried to keep a level tone. "Yes. Help. Please?"

Mari shook her head, glanced at him, then shook her head again. Utterly bewildered. The man left her speechless; and that was hard to do, especially for a girl as tactless as Mari. "I...wh-what?" Mari asked, still trying to piece together what exactly happened.

He ignored her.

No...it wasn't that, it was as though he was looking right through her at some far off place. The man, who Mari now knew as Raidou seemed to snap out of his stupor, extending a friendly hand and offering his name in a friendly manner. Mari shot him a glare, her face red and flustered - she didn't appreciate the behaviour, furthermore she hated that she had no reaction to it. 

"Ya Sure it's not airhead?" Mari asked as she clasped his hands in her own - shaking him with both her petite hands. "I'm Mari, did you forget what I said already, or are you just that slow you haven't processed it yet?"
 

Mari felt flustered when he simply stared at her - first his face contorted into anger, and that almost excited Mari; she loved conversations with a bit of bite in them. Her best friendships always had vitriolic tendencies. Yet that anger quickly faded, and changed into what she could assume was shock or some sort of disbelief. He didn't say anything to her, he didn't even react beyond his initial facial contortion. Mari let go of him in a huff. "Pfff...don't be a bore." She muttered, crossing her arms as she angled her face up to match his downward gaze. 

Finally the man gave a nod at her, "Is....that a yes?" Mari asked, raising a single brow in confusion, she waited a moment before continuing. "Ya know - if you're strong you could help me - see I'm on a suicide mission to help fight that hydra thing, so I need to sort of up my equipment. Does that make sense? Do you speak English?"