Mari

The woman entered the small store; feeling fatigued. Having just come down from the ever overbearing miasma tic effects of the 10th floor. "Hey, so I got some things to appraise... and some to junk." She sighed, glancing away as she tugged on her fringe. "I...may be broke. Very broke. Like, I've never been this fucking poor since being in the town of beginings broke...so..." Mari shifted her eyes back to the tall blonde man. "What's the damage? How much am I being set back by." A pause. She wasn't able to interact with others all that much. "Do you know of any way to get a lot

She needed money. Mari was flat ass broke after upgrading her house. Mainly thanks to Freyd giving her the inspiration and desire to finally upgrade her house. Partly, partly because her beloved got a little bit too excited and singed a hole in the ceiling. She’d have to remind herself to chemically treat the entire place before he visited. So, Mari found herself in a very lush labyrinth - filed with thriving wildlife and thick flora. Vegetation burst from every nook and cranny. Grass grew between cracks in the path, if Mari were to look up at the sky it was practically enshrouded in a se

A cold wind, bitter and ambient, swirled around Mari’s feet as she rolled into the misty shores of the forest that surrounded a lake. The area had a coldness that tore through her skin and seeped deep into muscle and bone. It was difficult being here. A gloved hand instinctively reached up to wipe away residue from her lips. Gemini. A quest that seemed so innocuous at first. But through a series of unfortunate events it had become so much more. Now - it was the first step of many Mari wanted to take to better herself. First this. Then redemption. The woman wore what was not so affe

-- "What the...?" Pop music, jarring and loud began to fill the air around them. Then - the familiar sounds of a violin that cut through the discordant mishmash...right. Performers. Mari once held that profession, purely because she initially thought it the only way to be able to obtain an instrument. She held fast to the violin she got from that. At least till she got something better. Granted...Mari could only assume it was stolen, but a kind and loving gift nonetheless. What was curious to Mari...was where the shining black knight once stood - now replaced by a near perfect image of Hi

“Akir.” She practically purred. Finally giving her name. Her identity. Severing herself from Mari just that little bit more with the admission. Montjoy gave her all the attention she craved, and the shadowy figure lapped it up - her loneliness and desire to be with others mirroring Mari’s. Good Mari was getting boring. Frustrating. Especially lately. “I’ll be your family, my sweet Montjoy.” She laughed, a manic and melodious giggle. “Finally..” She would stroke Montjoys cheek as she moved away from him, standing. “It was so suffocating.” she’d nestle her fingers into Montjoys hair. “She w

-House- ♫ Theme ♫ "Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts." — Dealing with the strain of another Earning a Living quest; and fishing alone on the 10th floor…and the stress of that strange dark Shinsengumi man - unmistakably a Laughing Coffin member… Raidou and finding out he was this Faceless Lord character, had founded the Laughing Coffin...It was all too much. It would be nice to have a reprieve. Lancaster was dealing with ‘his business’ which left her for some time alone. And Freyd…was on his way. Mari truly

Mari couldn’t help but pause, seeing someone standing on a large rock - talking very loudly to an audience of… She couldn’t help but laugh. Boars. He had a bunch of boars tied up and forced to sit and watch. Even birds? The birds were tied to rocks, which were tied to their feet - and a ribbon was wrapped around their torso, so they couldn’t flap and fly around. Most of the birds seemed to be asleep. Some were literally lying on their sides. What the hell is happening? After all the chaos she had been experiencing lately, maybe this would be nice. As Mari drew closer she saw the ever dan

"The life we live is to honor those we left behind." God...the man almost sounded like Baldur. Scarily so. He spoke of how absolution was earned, never given. And in a manner Mari expected, he refused to give his name. Instead calling himself a puppet and a tool. "Its why I fight." Mari said simply. "Because, as long as I live, so does her memory. That alone, is worth living through all the grief and bitter stings of my transgressions." The pain wasn't as deep, nor as cold. But the subject of her daughter was always a sore one for Mari. It had been discussed, dissected, and bought up

"I see." His quiet acknowledgement caused Mari to look at him again. His tone shifted. Mari didn’t quite understand why. He spoke about how she had her entire life to atone for her sins. How he, nor her friends could absolve them. She had a lot to make right. Suddenly…there was something in the way he said those words. Mari’s eyes flashed with a type of realization, then concern that quirked her lips downward. Was he? Mari couldn’t be sure. And would never, ever dare mention it. For a parent, it was almost taboo, too dangerous. Too painful. "If that was your past, then make sure it

Mari, damp and annoyed approached the tiny little fishing hut. Clearly unimpressed and frustrated. Never in her life had she experienced such issues with fishing before. No doubt it had something to do with the NPC; he had such a punch-able face the woman was tempted to clock him so had that he'd fall down into the water. Let him fish for his own damn gleaming scales. As she drew closer he started to clap his hands in a booming and resounding sound of congratulatory joy. "I knew you could do it!" He approached and smacked Mari hard on the back, then offered her a sly wink. Mari recoile

"You have a tendency of getting swept up." "Ah..." She couldn't fault him there. "You're...not wrong." She admitted with a long and deep breath. So many people had told her she had a tendency to do that. Even now, she still had. Standing here in front of the man was proof of that. So she couldn't say she was exactly better at that. But she was better at controlling her emotions. "I can't even say I've gotten better at that - hell..." She said, repeating her inner thoughts. "Standing before you is proof of that. But-" Her eyes kept to his. Steely cerulean filled with a strong conviction sh

IF she had done that…another stint in jail…another breakdown, she probably wouldn’t have met him. Lancaster. A man Mari knew vehemently that she shouldn’t be with. A strong leader and force within the Laughing Coffin. A name so innocuous that not even its own members uttered it much. Hell even he admits that this relationship is no good. But the two, completely wrapped up in each other were willing to fight for the little piece of paradise they had made between themselves. The two were complete and utter fools who were just orchestrating their own mutual destruction - and yet..mari couldn't he

Once again, Freyds ears must have been burning. The man sent her another message. Was this what it was like for normal people to use the messaging system? A simple back and forth between friends? It was weird…Mari normally hated writing them, she never bothered with subject titles. She kept them as short as possible but here she was…casually and consistently messaging a friend. how nice. Stop passing out and triggering crisis mode, and I will gladly amble up through the window instead. Just let me know when. I'll be there. Oof, called out. To be fair, since he took the gemini

Right…another inner reflection to kill time…what else had happened recently… Vitreous… a terribly dangerous man. Oh but he was so very interesting. Truth be told…if she hadn’t had a long talk with Freyd she’d probably attempt to contact the man more often - but some hard much needed truths gave her the realisation that nothing good would come of being in constant communication with someone who just yanno, casually crafts pathogenic plagues. It was a good thing Mari threw that vial into the acidic river. Surely by now it would have disintegrated into nothing. Even if Mari didn’t see the p

Mari sighed. Great. She replied to him….now what? Continue to think about things since she escaped prison? She supposed that was a good idea….not much else to do right now. Baldur and Macardon…they were the two people she had seen again once released. At the time Mari was so very happy and relieved, but after the elation settled she couldn’t shake the feeling something felt off. Jacobs Ladder felt off. Was it because she had spent such a long time trying to find Shield, Beat, and Oikawa? They were gone. The Ladder was now filled with new people. Some she knew, some she didn’t. Some she conside

“Speak of the devil…” Mari breathed as she received yet another message. This time from Freyd. A small warm smile rose to her lips which only grew wider when she saw his response. I would love to see your new home. I’m glad you felt it time to renew it. Normally Mari was not one to use her messenger so much, normally she’d leave the message at that - and wait till they inevitably ran into each other again. But, she had nothing better to do right now so with a flick of her finger she opened up the messaging system, and with a little bit of effort, as she was still lying

Mari sighed as she leaned back on the rock- using her folded arms as a cushion. Her eyes watering slightly as the filtered sun danced against her skin through the waving canopy of trees above. She supposed…waiting like this wasn’t all bad…it could potentially give her a chance to reflect on recent events. So much stuff had happened since she was released from jail, a rekindling of friendship with Freyd. Something unexpected. Things had always been so terse with him in the past, and now…now… He was one of the people she was closest to. She couldn’t imagine her life without him. A part of h

Mari was tempted to message Freyd again - mostly because she was incredibly bored. Having to wait for the NPC to be around at a specific time was like absolute torture in these quests…its why Mari hated them so much. You could finish up your tasks quickly, but no Mr Anthony just decided to go off and do something else. She supposed it was a nice day for fishing. Mari was tempted to pull out the rod again, almost. But she was already feeling frustrated from the whole ordeal and fishing was supposed to be her happy time. A serene moment of meditation. So if she started to do it when she was angr

As Mari sat there, in the waning hours of the quickly dissipating evening, upon a large rock that sat in the forest. The forest of the first floor, a forest that was filled with a variety of trees, nature and trees…and like dirt and stuff. Also the fishermans hut. Boy howdy was she happy he wasn’t in the middle of the Town of Beginings… if he was..Mari wasn’t sure she’d be able to complete it… It was one thing to hide your identity on the upper floors but in a city filled with players too nervous to leave its walls? Yeh…no…the last thing they needed was some angry orange haired Pker wa

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