Mari

The man had stepped away from the roofs edge, Mari was barely able to right herself up before she had a blade pointed at her. Instinctively, her hand dipped into her satchel, blue eyes staring up at the man. Trying to gauge him. He was poised. Ready to attack her - but he hadn’t. He hadn’t. He could have very easily done so by now. He could have pushed her off the roof, snapped the cord - any number of things. Slowly, carefully Mari pulled her hand out of her satchel, showing him her empty palm. “Kinda…got swept up in all that.” Mari said carefully. Her eyes shifted to the chaotic

“H-HEY!” Mari called out to him as she felt a rustle of her bag. That was bad. He could have taken all manner of things out of there. Granted the worst one she had already used…and to be true to her word - Mari only ever made one at a time of the noxious yellow orb. Then, a brush against her hair and the cigarette- her comfort smell reminding her of her pyromaniac man was removed. “Oi.” Slightly more annoyed, frustrated at that. With a small toss he aimed it at a locked door. The wooden door groaned and splintered before bursting into flame - causing people inside to scream from shock. Th

FISHERMAN RANK 2 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. CHEST OBTAINED ID: 247676 LD: 13 + 1 CD:3 +1 3 exp gained - fishing attempt 2 exp gained - angler perk 16 exp gained - critical catch It took several minutes longer than Mari would have liked to organize her inventory, throwing away old decaying items and shoving the new bits and bobs she had gotten into it. It seemed like such a waste, so many potential items had rotted away into useless rusty piles of trash during her time in prison. Sometimes…Mari won

You." Me? Right. Of course he knew her…it seemed almost anyone who donned an orange player crystal had known of her. Mari wasn’t even surprised anymore. At least he seemed capable. Mari was only a few steps behind the man now; enough distance to avoid any strikes from him, but close enough to be able to run in pace. Her heart hit hard and heavy against her chest as her feet flew across the cobbled path. Her eyes glanced at the man as he went almost opaque black. She blinked. The only thing familiar to it was one of Freyd’s tricks. He started to move, and she couldn’t keep up

FISHERMAN RANK 2 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. ID:247675 LD:4+1 CD:9+1 +1 Material 3 exp gained - fishing attempt 2 exp gained - angler perk 8 exp gained - successful catch It took several minutes longer than Mari would have liked to organize her inventory, throwing away old decaying items and shoving the new bits and bobs she had gotten into it. It seemed like such a waste, so many potential items had rotted away into useless rusty piles of trash during her time in prison. Sometimes…Mari wondered wher

FISHERMAN RANK 1 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. ID:247673 LD: 15+1 CD:12+1 CHEST OBTAINED 3 exp gained - fishing attempt 2 exp gained - angler perk 16 exp gained - critical catch CHEST OPEN ID: -247674 LD: 13 Unidentified Perfect Armor/Shield (1), Unidentified Rare Armor/Shield (1) Mari’s tongue stuck out the side of her mouth as she struggled to get this particular bit of bait onto the hook. Snap there we go! A small morsel of food for hopefully some more materials, or if luck would have

FISHERMAN RANK 1 Practiced Angler: 2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts. ID:247672 LD: 8+1 CD:1+1 3 exp gained - fishing attempt 2 exp gained - angler perk “Man..did all those chests scare away the fish or somethin’?” Mari asked herself as she stared at the water, leaning back on one hand, the other still idly holding the wooden rod. It was so lively earlier but now things were just…not biting. Still…fishing up two chests one after the other felt like a feat. It felt good. The simple kind of serotonin one got from those gacha game

Mari walked casually through the 24th floor, A small leather satchel lightly and rhythmically banged against her thigh as she walked. Normally, Mari wouldn’t have her weapon out but today she had it hanging casually over both her shoulders, using it to loop her arms through. The miasma bubbled from the halberd blade, leaving behind little black bubbles that would pop in the air as she walked. Scalabis…one of the few main settlements that didn't care about your cursor. It was…nice to be able to walk through a city again. Even if she did get a few looks from players she had passed by. In he

Mari thought to message Freyd as she watched the fishing line bob gently up and down in the water. Maybe he could tell her if he knew any fishermen. Hell, Mari honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he was one himself. He definitely seemed the type to choose that over foraging. Mari could not imagine that tin-can salt and pepper ass man on his hands and knees fluffing about in the ground trying to claim some sort of misshapen mushroom. Mari snorted in amusement at the thought. Seeing nothing was biting Mari reeled in her line, and took a moment to pull a small blanket out of her inventory. It

With loot safely stored away Mari threw her line out again. And again…there was another thunk as her hook embedded itself into yet another chest. Why the fuck weren’t there more fishermen floating around Aincrad if it was this easy to scoop up chests? Sure…a lot of the loot in them would be useless but…this was the second time in row she had managed to get one. “OK…lets see whats in you.” Mari opened the chest, a few rare weapons and consumables. Not quite the goldmine that the previous chest contained but still worthwhile. If Mari were to start tallying up everything she had gotten in c

Mari found a spot by a small lake within the endless caverns, unlike the one she frequented that was dead still - this one was teeming with life. Mushrooms grew around its surface, little fireflies danced over shimmering waters - and every so often Mari would hear the croak of a frog. It’d be almost romantic, almost picturesque if it weren’t for the looming sense of dread that would pick at the edges of your mind on this floor. “Time to get set up..” Mari said to herself as she pulled out the old and worn wooden rod she had ‘procured’ from the NPC - Anthony. She’d fish standing for a bit, then

Mari found a spot by a small lake within the endless caverns, unlike the one she frequented that was dead still - this one was teeming with life. Mushrooms grew around its surface, little fireflies danced over shimmering waters - and every so often Mari would hear the croak of a frog. It’d be almost romantic, almost picturesque if it weren’t for the looming sense of dread that would pick at the edges of your mind on this floor. “Time to get set up..” Mari said to herself as she pulled out the old and worn wooden rod she had ‘procured’ from the NPC - Anthony. She’d fish standing for a bit, then

Mari, had completed her goal but she apparently had some extra time to kill so what do yo udo when you have time to kill, like there is totally so much time to kill. Mari thought to herself, man if only I didn't have all this time I could actually do something meaningful, like I don't know, go make some trout food or something. Is trout even good? Mari pursed her lips. She never had trout before…so instead of having a nice and easy trip to go visit the quest NPC she sat down on a nice flat rock, cross legged with her arms firmly folded across her chest. “Hmmm” She thought aloud. How s

Another piece of bait hooked, and another cast, and another attempt at getting this illusive gleaming scale. Mari wasn’t even sure what to do with them. She might have to ask Raidou - or Freyd. Or Anthony…eew. No. The less time she spent interacting with that jackass of an NPC the better. Mari tilted her head, how bad would it be if he were to just…poof disappear for a few days. That’d probably attract some sort of negative attention. It was one thing to kill guards, or farmers - useless digital fodder…but quest givers…yeh. That’d put a big ol’ target on her head taht Mari quite frankly w

Mari shook the water off her fishermans pole before hooking yet another piece of bait, which now she was almost one hundred percent sure was just spray painted gold worms (that can’t be good for the environment, good thing the woman did not care) She cast out her line, watching the waters serene surface. Trout…huh…she wasn’t really sure how to cook it into a semi decent meal. A garlic butter maybe? That’d work. But what to pair it with? Couscous? That was easy to make, just add water… rice? No because then she’d need to figure out how to flavour it. “Dammit…” Mari knew how to cook a few d

Mari threw her fishing line back, then as she went to cast out she accidentally let go of it when she saw a message ding - Mari never got messages. So it would have been one of the two people she had just reached out to. Her rod sailed helplessly through the air and splashed by the lakeside, it was slowly being dragged into the water. “Ah shit.” She said as she ran over to it, Mari grabbed hold of it and tried to pull it back up, getting her feet and legs wet in the process. At least the water wasn’t freezing cold. Mari yanked her rod away from its would be thief and opened up her messag

Honestly…Mari didn’t care if he replied or not. Mari had a strong feeling he was much the same with the messaging system. He didn’t strike her as someone who liked it, considering the sheer amount of notifications he seemed to get. Mari would outright ignore the message system too if she was bombarded with idiots every single day. “That’s it…I’m sittin…” Mari found a nearby rock and sat cross legged on it before shoving more of the bait, which she was fairly sure was just worms spray painted gold back onto the hook, with a swing she cast out again. And this time…when she reeled in the ho

Speaking of… Mari wondered if Lancaster liked fish? Could she figure out a nice meal involving it for him. Mari wasn’t really the best at cooking it, despite growing up in Australia. She always preferred the richness of red meats over it.. As she cast out her line Mari opened up her messenger with her free hand. Two messages in a day? Damn. She was on a roll. The woman hated using the message system. Found it clunky and annoying. Yet here she was, messing people again, not for necessity but for curiosity? It’d be so much nicer just to ask him in person. M

Another failure meant another line to be cast out. Another hook to be baited. How annoying. She cast out the line with a heavy sigh. At least the weather was pleasant. Mari stepped from one foot to the other. If she didn’t get it soon she’d have to find a nice place to sit down. The air was nice too. Fragrant with the smell of freshly fallen leaves. Of wood. Better than the bile and gunk of the 29th floor. Mari hoped Freyd would like her upgraded home. She wanted him to be the first to see it, after all he had put so much effort into fixing up her first home. She wanted to show him how m

Speaking of Freyd…or…she supposed…thinking of Freyd…Mari wondered how he was going. They hadn’t spoken since the whole gemini thing - not really. And she missed him. She had a lot to tell him about. Mari promised to tell him if things progressed with Lancaster and now well, they really had. Mari wasn’t exactly looking forward to that conversation. “Ah…” Mari had whilst she was thinking, cast out her line again- and a slight tug on it caused her to start reeling in. Again, Mari knew this wouldn’t be the big fish with that bright ass gleaming scale that she needed, but at least it’d be something

Mari pried open the tin the man had given her and with the ease and effectiveness of someone who grew up on a giant bloody island she baited the hook. Right. Just how many tries would it take to nab this thing? Five? Ten? Twenty? Mari glanced up at the sun, high in the sky. It was noon. It’d be nice if she could finish this in a few hours - She wanted to get some gathering done before nightfall, if things took too long; she’d have to wait till morning. Red cursor = no easy forms of travel that she knew of. Unless she was Freyd. With his void step fancy feet. Mari had to admit…it was

Without asking, Mari swiped a wooden fishing rod from Anthonys house when he wasn't looking. He had like several of them all perched up against the side of his little hut for the taking. It was like he was begging people to grab them with a big neon sign that said 'FREE' granted...this was a quest hut - so they were probably intended for players to take but Mari felt just a little bit better about herself imagining the plain looking man be troubled by missing one of his many precious rods. Mari walked around the side of the lake and wasted no time in hooking the 'special bait' up and cas

Mari had been fishing in the past; she had enjoyed it. She remembered the times she’d stand by the lakeside with Baldur and Shield fondly…but now it would seem if she wanted to pick up the idle hobby again she’d need to do a dang quest, not exactly something she had planned nor wanted to do, but …when you gotta do what you gotta do… so here she was. At some shabby little shake in some shabby little forest, at least it was outside the city limits. God forbid Mari risk her life just to go fishing. Fuck that. Mari stepped closer to the fishing shack, and like clockwork a figure seems to app

Fishing sounded...kinda nice actually. And in this quiet floor no one would bother her. The only other person crazy enough to traverse here often was Atan- and if he did just so happen to see her. She knew he would leave her well enough alone. The man was solitary, much like she had been. So yeh. Some alone time to just get some materials or whatever the hell else she would get fishing would be nice. Mari paused, seeing a familiar little mushroom. Heh She used to collect these all the time, they just oozed bioluminescence. Mari knelt down and picked it up - throwing it in the air and all

Mari hadn't planned on doing anything with her store; rather - she was considering closing up shop completely. But then she figured it wouldn't hurt to kill some time, to gather some supplies on the off chance that she needed them. She already had a decent stockpile of over 200 materials. But she hadn't bothered with crafting in ages. Hell...she was probably so rusty that if she attempted anything it'd blow up in her face. So, Mari went to the floor she was oh so familiar with when it came to foraging and looking around for various things...the most volatile and unforgiving floor she knew