Mari

Just some good ol' violin music ahahahaha

"Really? Don't remember? That's such a bore" Mari mumbled as she drew her hand away from him. Not meaning to sound rude; she simply came off that way. She glanced up at him as he again asked her if she was enjoying herself, his demeanour suddenly perking up. He reached out toward her, his thumb and forfinger grazing the skin of her hands. "mmm...this is definitely a nice change from being hunted or condemned by a certain guild." Mari mused, "So I can't exactly say I am not enjoying myself." 
 

Mari watched the two converse, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but she did give a slight grin when she watched the taller man. Alkor, give life a hit to the head, good. The kid could probably use one of them. He seemed a tad melodramatic at times, and it bothered her. She wasn't sure what their intentions were, nor what they planned to do from there.

Neither one of them had questioned her musical interlude, and Life, he didn't mention nor ask why she had been crying earlier. Didn't he see? Or did he simply not care?

Mari gave another sigh,and continued to play the soft lilting tune of her violin.

Mari gave a slightly amused grin, despite her crestfallen gaze. "25 here. At least, I believe so. I've lost track of time." Just as she suspected, he was younger than her. Mari had yet to meet someone as old as, or older than her. Still, Moartea was one of the older players she had come across. "I would have guessed around that, maybe 22." Mari mused.

Moartea removed his shirt; and it wasn't his toned chest that caused her gaze to travel along his skin, but the scar. It was such an odd shape, as though the corner of a large metallic object had been shoved into him. Mari didn't hear his next question, asking if she was enjoying herself. Mari loved her own personal space and if you invaded it, you would sure hear about it.

Too bad that wasn't a two way street for her. The brash, rash Mari reached out to Moartea, allowing a two fingers to lightly caress the scar, tracing it down his chest to his rib cage. "That's the strangest scar I've ever seen." 

 

Mari watched as he dove into the water, swimming around underneath before coming back up, he was a few feet away from her, and already treading water. Mari guessed that she was standing on a sandbar, and that if she were to take just a few steps off she too would have to tread the water. She'd rather not do that at this point.

Moartea asked Mari a rather personal question; and it did upset her. But she couldn't exactly blame him, she had indeed let slip a few more personal words. The woman bit her lower lip, blue gaze drifting down to the water, which lapped at her pale body. "I had a daughter, at 24; It's not exactly that young to have a child. Most women I know have children at the age of 18 or so...." She trailed off, it was a very difficult and painful subject for her to breach. Mari forced a smile as she looked up at him. "Looks can be deceiving eh?" 

 

Unlike Moartea Mari didn't have a change of clothes, she could get more but she didn't like the idea of walking around the fields or towns with wet clothes. She figured that underwear, was much like a bikini; just made of different fabric. So she would just go with that. Right? Mari unequipped her clothes, revealing a modest, matching set of black undergarments; it was a good thing they weren't white. 

Mari was a little flustered at this stage, when logically, she really shouldn't be; she'd wandered around all sorts of places wearing a bikini during those hot summer days. So how was this different? Mari looked up at Moartea who had his arm extended toward her, with a tilt of her head she had to wonder exactly how old he was - he did seem quite mature, at least compared to many of the other players here, and who was Mari to talk. She was quite immature at times. Mari shrugged, "I'm fine." She walked past Moartea, stopping at the waters edge, lightly dipping a single toe in.

The water was cool; but felt as though it had been warmed by a long day's sun. Mari dipped her entire foot in and watched as the incoming wave rolled in, engulfing the porcelain limb- it seemed as though they were at high tide. Mari turned her back on the water and took a good several paces away before turning on her heel and running, full speed straight into the ocean, jumping as she became waist deep in the water.

Diving down.

Under the water; it was peaceful, quiet; the only noise coming from the soft rhythm of the waves as they crashed upon the shore. Mari pushed her head back up out of the water, standing on the bottom; the water rested at her shoulders.

"It's surprisingly warm."

Mari shook her head, "Tut-Tut A-Sa-Gi~ If you're too busy flirting with me you may just be bested by an Elk, of all thinks, now wouldn't that be a ..." She paused, "Horn in your side?"

He was struggling with the Elk, and it had taken a few hits already. It was a shame neither herself or Lotharian had managed to land a critical hit on the thing, else It'd be dead by now. Mari attempted to strike it, however with a severe jerk of its head, she missed. "ARGH are you KIDDING me?"
 

Rolled a 4 on the d10 (battle) dice.

The Elk, giving up on Tristan turned to Mari,  stamping its hoof and dipping  its head, horns now aiming for her.  Mari stood her ground, It looked like it was Lotharians turn to attack from behind, the sassy woman had a comment about that too. "Hey Asagi~ Like what yer see?" She joked.

awww I never got to RP with you, I was hoping to do so;

But I totally understand and get your decision. All the best.

“Ha!” Mari cried, “Did you bite off more than you can chew? Maybe I should weed out the weaklings eh?” Mari joked, “Too bad I can’t photo-sympathize with you!” She joked again as she bought the blade down over the plant.

Rolled a 8 on the d10 (battle) dice. SUCCESS
-2HP
FRENZY PLANT DEFEATED

Mari grinned, watching the plant shrivel up and die before her. She was getting stronger. soon such things won't be such a problem...soon she'd be able to wipe them out in a single strike. Mari wasn't exactly a fighter nor one who cared about physical prowess, but she had to admit, the knowledge that she could knock out a plant in just two hits, in comparison to the five it took when she first joined...it made her somewhat happy.

Rolled a 18 on the d20 (loot) dice. GOOD DROP
+25 COL

The loot wasn't great, but better than nothing. Mari dusted herself off, ensuring all the slobber, dirt and dust was off her person before she continued toward where the players had come from.

FRENZY PLANT

chatter chatter chatter *slurp* chatter chatter chatter *slurp*

The plant moved to and fro, assessing the girl before going in to snap at her again.
 

Rolled a 3 on the d10 (mob) dice. FAIL

As it went in for the 'kill' Mari angrily bopped it on its head with a clenched fist, not doing any damage but causing the plant to shake its head in confusion. If it had eyes they would probably widen as if to say "did YOU just HIT me?"

Mari grinned as she watched Lotharian waste no time, in one fluid motion he seemed to have equipped a weapon and struck out at the lone Elk. Mari, casually half skipped behind the normally passive creature, equipping her own Dagger. “Careful handsome~” Mari mused, as the Elk attacked, Lotharian deftly grabbed its horns, still sustaining damage but he had managed to hold it in place, allowing Mari to not-so-sneakily attack it from behind.

  Rolled a 6 on the d10 (battle) dice. SUCCESS
-2 HP  

Mari, brutally stabbed the Elk, multiple times with her dagger, finally pulling it out of the rump of the Elk Mari stepped back, giving it one final Kick.

She wasn’t exactly the fighting or combat type. Rather, if she had it her way she wouldn’t fight at all; but she was quickly realizing that she would need to, to survive. Not just the wilderness, but the other players. The long list of enemies she was making.

Elk 5/8 HP
Mari  17/17 HP
Lotharian 12/13 HP

Mari noted the pained expression he gave, normally she wouldn't but considering the man never normally expressed anything. Any minute flicker of emotion was made painfully obvious. "A mother may know she can't protect their child all the time, but that won't stop them from trying. Trust me, I know." Mari would have done anything, anything to have protected her daughter, and now she was unable to ever see her again. Mari lowered her gaze to her lap. It was rarely something she bought up, rather - this was the first time she ever bought up something so personal.

She didn't look up till Moartea said she had been pleasant to talk to. "What?" She didn't mean for it to come out so rudely it was just unexpected. "You'd probably be one of the first to think that." He posed another question, that she wasn't expecting - he wanted to continue to spend time with her. The swimming thing, did peak her interest.

"I don't think I'm exactly dressed for swimming." Mari commented; gesturing to her white jumper and pastel polka dotted skirt.

"I'm not a likeable person, Blackbird." Mari chided, she had said it to him numerous times; and yet he still seemed to struggle with how she acted and presented herself.  He told her that he shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and Mari couldn't help but give a soft laugh at his words. "I could say the same to you, Blackbird. " He got up, suggesting that she didn't talk about herself in such a manner, Mari shrugged. 

I call it like I see it, I'm blunt. You know Life, I don't mind your company, by the way. Don't look so melodramatic." At that he walked back off toward Alkor and Mari gave a low sigh, sometimes her habit of speaking before thinking, really bit her in the behind.  She picked up her violin again and began to play a soft, random melody; it's sounds akin to that of a lullaby.

They say when it rains it pours; and boy howdy that was what Moartea was doing, his monotone voice speaking as though his past, his words were rehearsed, spoken hundreds upon hundreds of times before. So he had some sort of Amnesia? Mari supposed it was better than some mock split personality, not that any sort of mental issue was right, that is.

He was Romanian royalty? That would explain his speech and apparent like of Shakespeare. He had a less than pleasant upbringing, with the murder of a father, and severe physical trauma, that said trauma messed with his personality. His emotions. Mari could buy that, she'd read something about that sort of thing happening to people. There wasn't much she could say to him. 

Comforting someone wasn't something Mari was good at, and she didn't really feel like sharing much of her own past, her next words were about as close as Moartea would currently get. "I can understand where your mother was coming from, in a sense - she wanted to protect you."

Mari grinned, somewhat glad to hear his words, "So you're a bit of a gamble then eh?" Mari quipped light heartedly. She noticed he was awkward around her, perhaps he wasn't used to social interaction, or females in general. She had met a few people who had similar mannerisms. HIs crimson eyes darted  between her and the drink that sat in front of him. "Mari," She answered his question, "And should I call you -err - cotton ball?" Mari asked, gesturing toward his tuft of stark white hair.

"I suppose everyone deserves some sort of hope; without it we all go a little mad. I've come across many a mad people here." Mari began, offhandedly beginning to open up to the darkly dressed man. "I am blunt, and quick to anger; so it frustrates me, but I'm well adjusted. I'm not overly bothered by the notion of being trapped here - others,  don't have it that easy. I guess I forget how many younger people are here."

It seems as though the other man had began to open up as well, if only a bit. The two were heavily guarded, and it made conversation between them a little strained, but Mari  found that the conversation was more or less pleasant. Anything that didn't involve someone threatening to behead her was a-ok in her books. Mari turned to Moartea, watching his facial expressions, framed by a curtain of silken black hair; attempting to figure out what he was feeling. His voice turned stoic. 

"Is that why you're so...robotic?" Mari asked bluntly. 
 

Moarteas eyes darted to her, and he shut the book with a quick snap, the sound giving off a slight echo in the dead of the night. His slate eyes stared her down, and Mari – not being one to easily back down stared right back. Multitasking was one thing, but pulling out a book and focusing on it was another. Mari was about to comment on just that, she opened her mouth to say something, but the quiet, restrained man before her offered for her to join.

Mari blinked, she wasn’t really expecting that, and it was difficult to read his face – it held no emotion nor indication to what he was feeling. “I’m not a real fan of Romeo and Juliet.” She finally murmured, “Romeo is made out to be this romantic pinnacle of a man – but really, he was a fool.”

Moartea spoke, this time his voice lilted; hints of grief within it. Maybe lonliness? She wasn’t sure, “I thought about it.” Mari honestly replied. “But that’d be just as rude, if not more. Senseless destruction is not my forte. Be it a person, or an object. You may not have gotten mad, but it seems that just the thought upsets you.”

The woman gave a shrug. "Still be tootin' your own horn there, sweetheart." She knew Lotharian was a man of words, a skilled bard; and he could easily twist most anything to give him the positive favour, Mari would admit it was an admirable and useful trait, but she wouldn't topple over so easily. The two would bump heads, but seemed to have a mutual understanding. Mari had the inclination to say more, but knew it was best to keep her mouth shut - why push away her only friend?

"Of course, I wouldn't be with you if I didn't get anything from it~" Mari teased, "I have to admit, it would be nice to get some proper junk. Maybe then that stupid guild would leave me alone for a while, eh?" Turning to the Horizon, Mari noted several large creatures, their black silhouettes moving slowly against the bright sky. "So, 4 pelts means we got to kill 4 elk, guess that's them up ahead." 

“You’d need more than the aid of alcohol I think.” Mari retorted, voice turning bitter at his remark. She didn’t like the implication that she was easy, when in reality she had only ever been with the one man – who just so happened to be her ex husband. Mari didn’t mind his flirtatious behavior, and she didn’t mind engaging in it or the exchanges the two shared; certain things just irked her. “You can toot your own horn all you want, since no one else will be tooting it for you.”

Mari rolled her eyes at his next comment. “Yes well I can see the cursor; but it’s not like there is a giant neon sign flashing ELK HERE” Mari exclaimed, mimicking the outline of a flashing sign with her hands. “I know I need to get some skeletons in a cave; your mark is closer, so we’ll hit up some Elk, then go get some Bonefied skeletons!”

Mari, annoyed at Life who started attempting to do some sort of awkward duet with her stopped playing. “Do you mind?” She muttered in an annoyed tone. “This is why I don’t bother playing when people are around – they think it’s perfectly fine to join right on in. It’s frustrating.” Life, just like Tristan had butted in; Mari was very conservative when it came to showing who she really was, beyond the sweet mask, beyond the rough layers; and she didn’t appreciate having that encroached on. If Life had stayed silent; maybe, just maybe she would have kept playing.

Sighing Mari put down the violin, “I don’t get you black bird. You don’t exactly seem like the type of kid who should be in the Crimson Inquisition.”  Her words sounded cold, harsh – but in a sense, it was a ‘Mari way’ of saying ‘Hey you aren’t that bad of a person’ Not that she would ever turn around and say that to him.

Mari turned her gaze to Alkor, the man who had threatened to kill her, twice over. He was somewhat silent now, a few meters away from the two, standing at the edge of the lake. He turned over his shoulder to look at the two. Mari couldn’t really read the expression on his face.

“I think you made your friend feel a tad out of place with your warbled drivel, you should probably go over and see what he wants.” Mari gave a slight shrug, “If he wants to do away with a ‘rabid dog’ such as myself let him know I’d rather him do it in my sleep.”

Hey welcome~~


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Mari gave a long low sigh; “Remind me not to cross paths with you outside a town then, eh? Then again, I’d rather that than put up with some of the guilds.” She muttered bitterly. So far, she had made an enemy of the main members of the Crimson Inquisition, and an enemy of whatever guild that Alkor man was in.

Mari rested an elbow on the bar, signaling for another drink, which was quickly placed in front of her.

-25 Col

“A fine lady huh?  I’ve managed to make an enemy of everyone I’ve come across, somehow, I feel a drunken hell hole is exactly where I should be.” Mari began absently twisting a strand of hair around her finger. Lidded blue eyes staring the man before her down, “I’d wager I’ll drive you away just as quickly as I’ve driven everyone else away- eh?”
 

Mari shrugged, “I’m clearly not suited to be a front liner A-sa-gi. But seeing new sights, its always interesting, No?”

She gave a wry smile to his chivalrous act. “Such a man”  She mused, “But I have to wonder, you wouldn’t be trying to get a fine lady such as myself drunk would you now, eh Asagi?”

They began their trek toward the caves; “So you need – what was it exactly? I know  I need to go crawl into a grimy cave.”  

 Mari sighed, uncrossing her arms. She glanced toward Life, “I can’t blame you, little Blackbird.” She murmured, her tone of voice loosing the bite it once had. “Despite what you all seem to think, I’m not one to take death so lightly; I’d rather be struck down than take someone elses life. You may not be a killer, Blackbird, but you might want to remind your guild leader to stop boasting about what he has done. I disapprove of people who boast about taking anothers life.” She glanced away with a ‘tch’ “It makes me sick. So forgive me for being less than pleasant about the whole thing.” Mari shrugged, adding the next remark under her breath, “go ahead and keep your distance, everyone else does.”

She was emotionally drained, her lamenting song; it took a lot out of her. Mari was over the anger and shock of being found at what was probably her most vulnerable. Sadly, because she was at her most vulnerable, Alkors quips had affected more than what they normally would have. “Best put me down then,” She mumbled collecting her violin and  dusting the snow off it. “Since I clearly am rabid.” She walked past him, and sat near Life; against the base of the tree.
 

“I’m done.” Mari remarked, sad eyes focusing on the strings of her instrument as she finished picking out the snow. With a sigh, Mari started playing it again; the tune of ‘Av Maria’ lilting from the stringed instrument.

 

Mari stepped off the plate, shaking the dizzying feeling from her head. She was almost sued to it now; she reflected back onto the first few times she used it, and how she’d always, foolishly topple over. The short girl gave a sigh, rubbing her face, she then gave her cheeks a light slap. “Brr, right. Adventure time.”

Turning she noticed that Lotharial had joined her, “Took your time, did a pretty lady distract you again.” Mari gave a light sigh, “My, what are we going to deal with you.” She gasped, “Oh what will I tell Lessa?”  Not that Mari would tell her anything  really; she got the impression that the blonde girl was less than impressed with her and her antics, but it wasn’t really a bother for Mari. If anything, that was more or less the normal reaction from people.

“It’s like a rollercoaster, but without the fun, or the cotton candy.” Mari commented. Equipping her dagger she gave her party member a curt nod, “Right, lets; but don’t dilly dally now~ We got a whole castle to explore.”