Mari

Mari snorted, then laughed aloud at the mention of Aincrad Pompous Dicks. He had a point, practically everyone she had ever met who had associated themselves with the APD had their head so far up their ass they could taste their own shit. Mari turned and sat with her back against the wall. It meant she couldn't people watch anymore, but she didn't mind. The overly bright glare from some of the brass was getting to her. Looking up at the sky was much nicer. Gods how she missed the sky. She missed being able to just sit...and listen, listen to life. The players arguing below, to the sounds

"- I feel like an asshole." "You are." Mari commented, her eyes shifting from the bartender to Raidou then back to the bartender. "But I'd prefer an honest asshole over fake niceties." As the bartender shifted away Mari slowly...slowly...slowly reached over the bar - as though the slower she moved the less noticeable her actions. She held a finger up to her mouth to signal Raidou to be quiet. Then... Yoink She got a warning in the top corner of her HUD - stating she had stolen something, but Mari had taken far more than that from here in the past. "How about we get the he

Mari shrugged when Raidou told her he was sober. "Coulda fooled me." She mused, nursing her drink. "Then again..." She glanced at him. "You have quite a few ticks up your sleeve, huh?" It was an observation. Mari had always seen Raidou as someone to not be feared - a simple man with simple desires that usually revolved around picking up various herbs. But - it seemed he had made a name for himself, enough for Baldur to have shown concern when his name was mentioned. Then, Raidou told her he needed to pull the stick out of his butt and relax - And Mari couldn't help but honestly laugh at

"Excuse fucking me?" Mari asked. Giving....the bartender what now? Oh hell no. Mari had standards, and they were absolutely fucking cosmic compared to the bartender. Mari picked up her sake - nice and warm, and shifted two sets over to sit right next to Raidou. "There's only one of me. Lord knows Aincrad only needs the one." Mari muttered as she took a small sip from her serving of alcohol. She made sure to do so slowly, enjoying it. Warm Sake was rare for her after all. Mari signaled the bartender, and tapped in front of Raidou. "His is cold. Be a dear and fetch him a warm serving." T

Rai?? Mari blinked at him. The man barely gave her a second glance - did he not...recognize her? Maybe it was because he seemed to be without his glasses. Mari snorted. This could be fun. Th woman opened up her inventory, and pulled out a pair of his glasses- one of the broken sets she had managed to pilfer over the years of constantly breaking them. She slipped them on - they were without their lenses. But still, it would get her point across. Mari's hair had grown, and she quickly pulled it up into a high ponytail. Finally, Mari re-positioned herself to be a little more comfortable

Why was she back here again? The last time Mari had come here was with Atan - and it wasn't exactly a happy experience. But...it had definitely been one. As the woman entered the tavern - the NPC - a bearded man who looked to be in his late 30's greeted her with a warm smile. He gestured toward the empty seats in front of him at the bar. "Care for a drink miss?" It was almost jarring. If Mari were to close her eyes she could clearly envision him toppled over that very same bar - but it looked like nothing had happened. The woman shrugged her shoulders and approached the bar, her fing

"RIGHT?" Mari called back to Jomei. "This floor is absolutely miserable. I'd almost say I preferred jail. At least I was dry!" It was a poor attempt at a joke, but a joke nontheless. She turned her attention back to the Spectral Knight, that was Spectral. It was a Spectral Knight. Mari furrowed her brows as she thought of a way to increase intangible concepts - but no…maybe that was a little too esoteric. Instead, Mari flipped her weapon and charged - As she swiped at the Spectral Knight its form shimmered. “W-What?” It looked like her weapon phased right through it. Despite that though

It was taking a little bit for Mari to get her bearings again - but that was to be expected. With the Knight still stunned Mari bought her weapon back up and across its torso in a large sweep. A red gash appeared in the knight. Thus far...it didn't seem too complicated. Were these the things Freyd warned her against? Mari knew they had the ability to duplicate themselves, but so far it seemed that the fight was going on without a hitch. Mari exhaled and took three large steps back - forming back in line by Jomei's side. She glanced over at him - they'd met a handful of times before ... Mari o

Atan So that was his name. He didn't look happy. His brow was furrowed and his gaze cold. He practically snatched the mask out of her hand, calling it pointless. "Atan..." Mari repeated thoughtfully. She followed him around the cavern. Making note of everything he had shown her. How the valve controlled the workshop itself, and as he had shown her - Mari immediately understood why he hadn't been fully dressed. The damn thing nearly exploded. Even as he had moved away Mari kept an eye on the pressure. It'd hold, but it would do her a wealth of good to turn the entire place off at night, or

Mari paused, waiting for anything - then she heard it - a distinct pling, pling, pling almost rhythmatic . That was what Mari had asked him to do, when he was ready for her to come through, right? "Aight." Mari said as she continued forward. He did ask for five hours, and he did bang that pipe. So in Mari's eyes, everything seemed to be fine. Mari ducked as she came into the cavern. The first thing she noticed was the lighting was brighter - gas lanterns hung up evenly across the walls. There were various contraptions affixed to the wall itself. Various pipes, wires, and gears churned slo

He made his preference known. He wanted to work alone. Mari sighed. She didn't like feeling useless. Still. She stood. "I'll stay by the entrance. C-" She paused. He couldn't exactly call out to her, now could he? "Mmm...." She pointed to two metal pipes. "I guess just bang them loudly together, or come get me when you're done. In the meantime. I'm going to eat, rest, and work on some notes." And with that Mari had left him alone - she was barely out of site before she could hear the heavy thud of material against the floor. And it took every ounce of willpower to not steal a glance at the str

"Here." Mari approached him - her hands reaching out to adjust his mask. She caught him still, the sound of the blade as he poised himself to attack. But Mari ignored it, simply finishing what she set out to do. "Your mask was coming off." She explained. "I saw bits of silver poking through. I don't even know your name. The last thing You'd want is to expose what you look like. I assume." And with that she stepped back away from him. She wouldn't like, she was curious - but Mari was more curious about the tasks that he had given her. She was more wanting to dive straight into the work.

“Mmm….” Mari thought for a moment, her finger tapping the wooden casque of alcohol. Somewhere she could go that was close to home. “My home is on the outskirts of Frostbite Lake - a 10 minute walk from there is an abandoned cave system. It’d be a tight squeeze for you - but steam passes through one of the two larger rooms. That’d work.” She mused. Thinking about it - she had planned to move her shop there at some point but chose against it purely because half the players in Aincrad wouldn’t be able to get there easily. Mari shifted the weight of her Casque - til she was able to navigate

The man seemed to slip something away in his coat - Mari couldn’t exactly tell what - nor what he had been doing. She silently made her way down the stairs. The less noise, the less talking, the better. They didn’t need anyone above to wake. They didn’t need to roustle the curious eyes and ears of passerby. Mari placed the keys back on the bar as she sidestepped the dead barkeeper. Hi proof alcohol. Mari knew he wanted it for antibacterial purposes, but be damned - she could really really use a drink. The woman was tempted to take a swig for the road. She licked her lips, but decided agai

Four days? Mari froze. No…No it hadn’t, it’d been a day…right? Her gaze met Freyds - his hands gripping her arms tightly, almost so tight that they shook. Was he…scared? No…worried. “Four…days…?” Mari asked quietly. Now that the man seemed to have more of her attention he let go. Mari slowly sat back down. Her brows furrowing. “How…” She rose a hand to her forehead. “It didn’t….feel like that…” If it had been that long…no wonder Freyd was so panicked. Mari would have been the same if her friend just up and disappeared after a series of messages like that. “Freyd…I had no idea…”

Mari locked the door behind her with a near silent click. It had been difficult to navigate the area- but for the most part it was uneventful. This town didn’t care if you had an orange, or green cursor - and her companion made good distractions, a hand on the shoulder here - a giggle there. It was…almost comical to see such a stoic and emotionless person play the part of a sweet woman. The barkeep, a old miser of an NPC asked them what they wanted and Mari kept her back to the scene. She knew what the man was about to do. The barkeep being an NPC didn’t make the act any less…gruesome. Ma

Mari placed two bars of what looked like melted brass into the box. Mari sighed, ignoring the little ping constantly going off. Theft was the least bad thing she had done lately. What did she care? Mari glanced out the window, pausing. Her beaked bill tilting to the side as she hyper focused on something small in the corner of the frame. She watched the wasp struggling in the spiderweb for a moment. That’s when it hit her. Something that would only affect monsters, not people. Pheromones were one thing; it was a stretch but it was one thing but there was something else. Something phy

"Yeh..." Mari returned his tired smile with one of her own. There had been so much left unsaid between the two since their reunion back at the onsen. Mari felt bad; but unlike what Raidou had said - she was not on vacation. She wasn't living it up. Sure - she didn't exactly hate herself anymore but prison was still prison. It wasn't nice. "My joints might hurt a bit after this - didn't exactly have a lot of movement where I was." Mari wound up one arm as she rubbed her shoulder. "Still - as you said - its better to just get back into the fray of things sometimes." Hey eyes shifted to the

Mari wasn’t sure if her words or actions were helping, Oscar seemed to be opening up a little more. And in her experience - that was always a good thing. It never did her well to bottle it all up, its one of the reasons she ended up being incarcerated. “You need help too.” Did she though? Mari thought about the question, about the implication. The one thing that lingered during her time in prison…She was lonely. “Maybe.” Mari whispered. “But - what I need help with, is something you can’t do.” And it was nothing against him as a person, it was just a fact. “Nothing a taken person c

Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire...except it wasn't fire - it was a cold - wet and dreary ass floor. The only reason Mari had willingly joined the fray so soon was the promise of clavicles. Okay, maybe two reasons, Clavicles and because she felt guilty for being locked away for so long. Even though she was in Jail. Mari was following behind Baldur, Jomei -and someone she wasn't sure she recognized. Her new 2H spear leaning casually on her shoulder. She knew nothing of what was going on. "Remember?" Mari asked - then sighed. "I don't even know what's going on right

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Mari followed him up the stairs, being sure to close the gate behind them. The place smelt welcoming, despite being an artisan there was a scent of baked goods in the air, of herbs and rosemary. Things meant to illicit feelings of comfort, and of home. Mari paused on the stairs to take in the scents. She had to admit...It was nice. Mari followed the man up the stairs - waiting as he knocked rhythmically on the door. The familiar sshiik of blade leaving its holster caused Mari to straighten- be more alert. Guards? A door opened to reveal a very homely looking woman in her 40's she wore a

A small sigh fell from Mari's lips. She hadn't realized she had been holding her breath - the mask had been returned to her and Mari somehow felt a little better. Mari thought about apologizing - but...he had stabbed her in the shoulder. A slightly numbing and tingling sensation that still ebbed. So - Mari simply held her tongue. When Mari made the remark on why he didn't use the toxin on her - he shrugged dismissively. In response, Mari pulled her hair back and clipped the mask back on. The less words said, the better. Mari kinda preferred it that way at times anyway. The inside of the mask s

He leaned forward, encroaching on her space and Mari stood her ground. Staring defiantly into his eyes. She had never noticed it till now - but those eyes. Tiny clockwork eyes of golden swirled to meet her own cerulean. She'd have loved to have analyzed that more - if given the chance, did they react to his own eyes? To emotion? So many questions. Despite the curiosity bubbling Mari did say a word. "Prove it." Her head tilted as he wrote a single name on a piece of paper and handed a vial with it attached to to her. Prove it? "Hmm..." Mari took the vial and rolled it to and fro in h

Mari felt a sense of loss as the mask was ripped out of her hands. "H-Hey!" Then he pushed her down into the ground with a knee into her chest - and a dagger through her shoulder - effectively pinning her to the ground. "You FUCK!" Mari hissed. "I was worried about YOU! I was keeping YOU safe!" Mari winced as she ripped the dagger out of her shoulder and threw it to the ground. weakness? weakness!? She was MARI. One of the strongest in all of Aincrad - and he called her weak. Mari stared at him with frustration. "Done?" No...that wasn't fair...it wasn't fair... people were alway