Mari

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“Sometimes?! Try always.” Mari grinned. “Right!” She seemed to have bounced back from her earlier withdrawal. Being able to know how much they trusted and accepted each other made her feel better. “Always. Freyd.” She gave him a warm smile. “Always.” Affectionately repeated. Freyd went on to say he was not her keeper - acknowledging that she seemed really happy. “I know.” She said. “And I get hurt sometimes.” She admitted, thinking back to moments before. “I sometimes jump to the bad conclusions. Its…a hard habit to break out of. I…” Mari closed her eyes. “How about I tell you some

"Well tell your new guy to keep fuckin' up because I really do enjoy suffering his consequences," Mari stared at Oscar for a solid minute, her fork hanging in the air. A piece of omelette slowly slid off and fell back onto her plate. Her what? Did he.. Mari blinked. She had only met the man once. "I uh." The thought...that she'd actually be with him was outlandish. So much so that Mari couldn't help but laugh as she lowered her fork to poke back into her food. "Aahah...I don't know about that Oscar. I've only met the man once. I can't..." She tilted her head to the side in thought. Re

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Mari leaned forward, taking a bite of the cake. Very slowly dragging it off the fork - her crystalline eyes watching him. She pulled away with a slight lick of her lips. “Something sweet, to bite through the sour conversation.” She mused. Mari felt relief when he said he had little interest in killing her friends. Even more so when he said that Opals infiltration was a false report. So that meant there wasn’t anything insidious hiding beneath the surface. At least…for now. He admitted they just wanted the frontlines to stop. She doubted they ever would. Mari shifted her weight so she was

"The Laughing Coffin, a bit nebulous to say aloud I must admit." He wasn't wrong, he must have picked up on the dour expression Mari had given at saying the name. She wasn’t trying to. He explained how they found her effective, capable and ruthless. Parts of it felt like compliments, others…ruthless…not so much. He admitted they wouldn’t be able to control her. She snorted. Closing her eyes to think back on her mindset back then. “I don’t think even you could have controlled me back then, maybe... I was a fucking mess. All those chemicals you saw in my workshop? The contraptions? Imagine

Mari waited, watched as he immediately lit a cigarette, with her permission. Chain smoking in such a way would leave him for dead in the real world - but here it left little effect beyond an unpleasant smell. He relaxed further into the chair, an arm coiling around her waist, a thumb gently running against the skin of her hip beneath her sweater. This felt…so warm. The woman closed her eyes. Her head rested against his chest, fingers absently tugging and tracing the clavicles that protruded from his loose fitting shirt. She could feel his heartbeat. Could feel the gentle rise and fall as he br

There was a certain kind of warmth and satisfaction in the way he moved, annunciating his words with a wave of his hands, a quirk of his lips and brows. The way he’d constantly reach out to have some part of him gently touch or tap her, how he’d inhale when she wandered too close. A man so dangerous and volatile, and yet had so easily won her affections. Scarily weaving his way deep into her consciousness and steeping her heart in his intoxicating presence. She had shown him so much of herself today, small parts of her world that had been reserved for her and her alone - and he relished in it.

“I t htink that four set ts of S tairs wil be a goo d w aty to sober up just enough.” "I have a feeling that I'll be herding the two of you like a sheep dog during this quest” Mari waved off both Katoka and Arcanthus with a nonchalant hand, and a small stumble that would result in her shoulder colliding with Katoka. “S-Shorry. But n-no we have…a long walk. Sh’es righ shoul shober up a bit by then.” Mari felt a little guilty about that. The two were green players. And with her marked as a Pker, there was no simple way to get around. Hours were always added to trips as she

Mari laughed softly. Shaking her head. "I can't be too mad. You saw the other day...I too get a little too swept up. I just...find it funny. I never really understood why someone would get upset or frustrated when I'd hurt myself that way. I'm experimenting. Why the fuck would I care if there are..." She shifted her gaze to the side, eying off the broken and bloody shards of glass scattered carelessly on the floor. She shifted, stomping on one of the larger shards. Listening to it snap and crackle beneath her boot. She lifted her face to kiss the underside of her chin. "It's so easy to be swe

"Does the bug survive heat?" The woman paused as Lancaster shifted the topic back to the little parasite. "Mmm, No. They're water based - usually they infect a host and lead it to water - it lays its eggs in the host, host dies, water babies - something drinks water babies..." Mari rolled her hand. "Rinse and repeat. But that's the issue, if it gets into the water source that water source would be permanently contaminated." Mari appreciated the sentiment, and the feedback. Even if it was a failed project it was nice to bounce ideas back and forth with someone. Truly, it just showed how m

"If I gave them your regards they'd kill me for sharing this." Mari said honestly. Atan was an incredibly private person, practically an enigma, an illusion - nothing more than a fairy tail whispered to bad children at night. Still, she knew the man would appreciate someone intelligent who admired his machinations. Not that she could ever tell Lancaster that. Or Atan for that matter. A special secret all to herself. "Could prove relevant, have all the NPC's walk off a cliff. Problem solves itself, very clever mi fiamma. Why stop?" Mari glanced to Lancaster with a loving gaze, it was

"Macradon! A booming voice, loud and yet even and silken called out loudly - then before Mari could react she felt a rush of air, and a wave of water as it slammed over her in a wave. All three dorks now stood in a onsen with water barely up to their knees. Mari watched in bewilderment as the man flicked his hair up, almost in slow motion. her eyes couldn't help but travel down his jawline to his collarbone, then to where his glistening clavicles were exposed. Mari sighed. They'd always be so damn attractive. Mari still wasn't sure Baldur knew the kind of quiet handsomeness his entire bei

“Right!?” Mari said, practically in sheer delight as she took off her mask, showing him a bright and exuberant smile. She knew he’d understand. She just knew it. Mari turned on her heel. “I wish I could take all the credit for this but I had an…” She paused, tapping her lip. What to call Atan? “An associate set this up for me in exchange for some research.” Yes. That was safe enough. Completely anonymous. Lancaster of all people would understand. It was one thing telling Freyd - but she wasn’t sure she wanted Lancaster to know who Atan was. The Laughing Coffin having access to such a man…was n

“That wa s a TERRIBLe idea.” Mari nodded, still feeling and tasting the after effects of the god awful drink. “Yer but…” her head hit the tree. “I didn wan you to drunk too mush yanno?” No, she probably didn’t know. Mari didn’t know. That shit was stronger than she thought. At least it made her laugh. Mari couldn’t help but join in, just a little, laughing alongside the brunette. She then stuttered, mumbling something about a flower. Marigold Huh. “Y-yanno…” Mari mumbled, “I don think anywon gav me sush a nickname before. Mari…Marigold…” Mari snorted. “You botsh can call me

"You're so addicting," Mari said in a voice that was almost like a soft purr as his fingers dragged across her head. She chanced a lick at his neck, savoring the taste of his skin. The slight mustiness of ash. Salt. Sweat. Him. "I could sit here for hours." She may very well would have, but Mari had a list of things she wanted to talk to him about, and to show him today. And she'd ensure she'd get through each and every single one first. Excessive in trust and vulnerability, difficult conversations that the two were too stubborn to ever fully acknowledge. Lancaster took a sip from the ne

Mari tapped the polished wood surface of the Kotatsu in thought. She really didn't have too much of a preference - but she had coffee this morning so... "Tea." She said simply. The girl seemed rushed, So Mari allowed her to keep herself busy. Waiting patiently. Mari had no where to be. She had planned to work on some concoctions in her makeshift laboratory, but that could wait. Test tubes and steam, and all the merriment of that could wait. Mari was doing her best to actually socialize a little more. "That's good." It seemed most everyone Mari had known had someone. Their small little pi

Sottostare, mi fiamma~" Mari offered him a small smile, it was a victory. One of many. "Damn right you do." She repeated. Pounding her point home, he could submit to her whims all he wanted, just as she would to his. She lifted her own manicured hand and crossed it over his chest - drawing an x where his heart would be. Mimicking his actions. Two equally obsessive, self destructive and idiotic souls falling for one another. It wouldn't end well. But neither of them cared. Lancaster moved, placing his own bowl on the small side table then leaned back as far as the chair would allow,

Mari felt a well of pride as he complimented her cooking. "Then all the more for you." She smiled as her head tilted into his, kissing the underside of his cheek. Breathing in that intoxicating scent, a merriment of fire and spice. "It doesn't need to be here. Too cold, even for me most the time. But I shall do my best, to bring you everything you deserve and more." She was drunk on his compliments, and his happiness. Wanting more than anything to bottle it up and hoard it all for herself. These smiles, these moments were for her, and her alone. He continued to eat, then paused. Holding h

Yuki greeted her, an energetic ball of nerves. Mari snorted softly, a small smile creeping onto her lips. So, not much ha changed at least. "Yuki." the other woman didn't hear Mari, instead talking quickly - apologizing and talking about how cramped the place must be compared to its outward appearance. "Yuki." Mari repeated. "It's okay. You know me, I wouldn't have come if I didn't have the time." Mari followed the pinkette, a little amazed at how the place was practically a reverse TARDIS. That was a first. It was unexpected...to be lead straight into her room. Mari shifted her glance to

Lancaster told her the floor was too wet, Mari laughed covering her mouth so she wouldn't make a mess. Swallowing her food she shifted her head, tilting it upwards at him. Tempted to make a joke - Her eyes sparkled, she didn't say the words but his lop-sided grin showed he got what she was going to say. Instead of teasing him further Mari simply shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her food. This felt...nice. Wasn't it just a week ago she was saying she wanted something just like this? Calling it a childish fantasy. Mari lowered the fork into her bowl, pausing. A fantasy...was that what t

I prefer Gooplinetics.” Mari wanted to laugh, but was distracted. Freyd was still analyzing the area. His lips pressed into a thin line. Too smart for his own damn good. “Freyd.” He hadn’t responded, as though he didn’t hear her. Lost in his thoughts. From when she first met him, he was an absolute maelstrom of chaotic energy funnelled into a scary concise precision. It was almost deadly. In the past, the ends mattered, the means did not. That’s why they were here, his past actions caused a ripple that continued - even after years of silence. He had made so many mistakes, and learn

Oscar apologized and Mari waved off his concerns. "No...No I mean..." She paused as he handed her a cup of coffee, the smell reminded her of Freyd. Was there...vanilla in this? Mari smiled softly as she picked it up. "That was also what I wanted - so I mean." She shrugged, pausing to blow on the coffee to cool it down. Their relationship was an odd one, last night was enjoyable. Passing out next to someone you didn't have romantic feelings for had a slightly..lonely connotation for the woman but it also wasn't bad. It wasn't like he was a stranger. He was Oscar. Mari took a sip. Enjoying the

“Can’t be. Freyd would be way less clunky and loud than someone wearing all this ridiculous hockey paraphernalia. Although, I dunno… maybe I should have it chromed, since the subtle look seems to be out this season.” “Pfft…” Mari laughed, shaking her head. Even his poorly executed joke couldn’t quite shake this small feeling bubbling up in her; she was..happy. Which made today all the worse. Or maybe, it was better she felt this way beforehand? Mari wasn’t exactly well educated when it came to the goopification of your darkest feelings all bottled up over several years. She tilted her h

Lancaster hadn't moved from the chair. Mari couldn't blame him. "Before this game, I had never really seen snow before." She said in an attempt to keep the conversation light. She picked up first the pitcher and two glasses, and placed them on the small coffee table beside Lancaster, then she went back to the table to grab the two bowls of food. Steaming with warmth. Mari returned to his side. Pausing to put her own bowl down on the ground Mari made to kneel in front of him. Staring up at him from between his legs she couldn't help but offer him a coy smile. She reached out, tracing one of his