Mari

His blade prickled her skin, and it felt heavy- a strange electricity almost that vibrated from the dark weapon. It almost felt like Juiblex. But Mari wasn't sure if that was just her addled mind loosing sense of what was, and what wasn't. One thing was clear to her though, friend or not...she'd lose her head if she went against him. Well....Shit. Mari lowered her gaze. She hated to admit it...but he was right...if she hadn't offered Addex that same compassion, that same mercy...she'd not have been captured. She'd still have her familiar. She began to question if this was actually Raidou,

Crafts 11/10/2025 Link 254592, Uncommon Tierless Stim, (CD:5, LD: 20)+ 254592-1, Uncommon Tierless Stim, (CD:5, LD: 20) + 254592-2, Uncommon Tierless Stim, (CD:5, LD: 20) + 254597, Uncommon Tierless Stim, (CD:5, LD: 5) = Perfect Tierless Stim 254603 | Miraculous 254593, Rare Tierless Stim, (CD:10, LD: 6) + 254594, Rare Tierless Stim, (CD:8, LD: 17) =Perfect Tierless Stim 254604 | Miraculous 254594-1, Rare Tierless Stim, (CD:8, LD: 17) + 254594-2, Rare Tierless Stim, (CD:8, LD: 17) = Perfect Tierless Stim 254605 | Energetic 254595, Perfect Tierless Stim, (CD:12, LD: 17

sing: Custom Ambition Tool | Bunsen Burner | Obtained here -extended workshop active Rank 9 - Master Alchemist | Enchancements 2657/5119--> 2740/5119 RESPITE CRAFTING: 11/10/2025 Perfect Tierless dessert 252734 | Cheesecake Brownie | Ambition III Perfect T4 Potion 251770 | 'Work Juice' | Crafters Respite Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 254608 CD: 9

Using: Custom Ambition Tool | Bunsen Burner | Obtained here -extended workshop active Rank 9 - Master Alchemist | Enchancements 2559/5119--> 2657/5119 CRAFTING: 11/10/2025 Perfect Tierless dessert 252734 | Cheesecake Brownie | Ambition III Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 254592 CD: 5 LD: 20 Uncommon

PH Ghost Treat (1) [254691] Allows its user to skip the searching portion of the <<Feeding your Enemy>> quest. If the player fails to tame the creature, they will have to find it again by the searching rules in the quest. Can also be used to change a familiar’s appearance to a ghostly form of itself.

The words were spoken in an abrupt bark that caused Lancaster to jump. Mari was too tired, too far gone to have that level of fear within her - perhaps...it was also because she knew what lay beneath. She knew intimately what it felt like to wear the armour the faceless lord wore. Semantics mattering little? Mari's brows furrowed at that, her jaw clenched. She wanted answers. "I doubt that...." Words muttered beneath her breath. But questioning him further here wasn't the right way to go about it. Perhaps Mari would try to talk to Raidou later...maybe he'd never have a true answer for her. Ma

Lancaster denied a chance to reply, the overlapping voices of the Faceless Lord addressed him and Mari immediately stilled. Her grip tightening to the point her fingers would draw drops of blood, her body shaking. Mari could hear the song of steel as sword drew against the ground. Mari reluctantly let Lancaster go, only to turn - staring directly at the Faceless Lord. Ensuring she were the shield to protect him. She'd not allow a repeat of her brother. Mari would throw herself onto the damn blade itself if it meant protecting him- giving him enough time to flee. "With all due respect..."

"And I'm not the Pink PKer anymore. I'm far more than that now." Defiance flickered in her eyes, a resolve. A refusal to be known as the Pink PKer, a monkier she had long since abandoned. Mari was all but ready to collapse; her arm burned...her chest on fire...without the glasses she felt whispers tickle her mind - screaming at her - doubts telling her Lancaster wasn't real. She needed him. Mari really needed Lancaster by her side, to keep her together. A shriek from the man, broken and small, cracking in fear caused Mari to turn...facing him. A stumble as she tried to comfort him, fallin

With her back still against V, and a stomach filled with liquid courage Mari began rambling. "Before Aincrad...I washh in an unwanted Marriage...I wasss dragged through the mud a-an divorshed...within Aincrad, I thought I found shumeone - we shared kisses. Shentiments...I thought I had found someone but then they told me it was all just an act...the next, told me I was only trying to attach myself to shomeone. I should f--ugh...focus on...getting everyone elsh out..." Mari lifted her head slightly, staring at the flickering lights above, what was she trying to say? Mari stared at the flic

How did she always end up this way? Perched against a tree; bottle in hand, buzzing in her head. Maybe Mari had an alcohol problem, maybe she should seek help, but what help would be offered to someone like her? Mari no longer cared, but she'd admit..the sweet succor of alcohol made Aincrad all the more easier to deal with. Jomei returned, not even half an hour after he had left to bring the little girl back to the so called safety of the town. Mari knew what lurked around the tall cathedral walls, the insidious concoctions and underhanded deals within. Perhaps...that's what allowed the girl

Why they wouldn't... There were tonnes of reasons; he didn't like people in his personal space, his social battery seemed to top out at 20% He had a short fuse when it came to ignorance....and he was once affiliated with less than stellar people. Mari was not ashamed of him, she was proud of him. He meant the world to her, he threw away everything for her. "He hash an orange curshur." Mari landed on the simplest of reasons. "Big events like -hic- this would make him umcoformtable, he tried to go to the crab boil for me but...It ended with him leaving." A wistful sigh fell from her lips,

"Mari wait!" Mari paused, glancing over at Jomei. Had he already returned her to the city? Eyebrows rose into her hairline as her eyes widened, seeing the little girl in tow. Tiny hands balled up and clutching the length of his pants, practically threatening to pull them down. Mari hoped the man had a strong belt. She didn't need to see anything unbecoming. Jomei scrambled to offer her an apology but Mari held up his hand and he stopped, trailing off. "You should take her back." Mari's eyes glanced down to the small girl, and she flinched - hiding behind his leg. "Please. Do what I

A slow blink as cerulean eyes raised to meet with emerald green - glistening just so under the flickering lights of the club. Mari hadn't expected anyone to approach her - Mari never really considered herself much of a looker. Tired circles beneath her eyes, freckles spotted all over her body. Wide hips, and a short stature - but...maybe there was some kind of allure to that, she guessed. Oscar seemed to enjoy it, as did Lancaster. Still...Years of neglect from an ex husband were not so easily wiped from her memory. Then there was the curse of the orange crystal - ever the mark of sin flo

Mari watched as the other woman quickly climbed the rope, dusting off her hands she'd extend her own offering a name. Mari glanced down at Azhoda's hand, hesitating for a moment. Then, after a slight pause she reached out to shake it. "I'm Mari." Mari wasn't sure if her name would cause alarm, but there was no use hiding it, and even if it did - it wasn't like the other could do anything about it. "Yeh well...I'd be more worried about green players if I'm being honest." Mari rolled up the rope and stored it away into her inventory, and in the same motion pulled out a flask of water for th

Hirru seemed worse off than she did. Mari sipped her drink, feeling her cheeks flush from the constant flow of alcohol into her system. It was a pleasant buzz that helped addle her senses and drag away the worries and anxiety she had been feeling for most of the night. The man seemed distracted as he drank. "It does seem like being thrown around will be a common theme..." Mari said absently as her eyes shifted over to the dance floor. There were so few people she'd be willing to dance with. But, at least she was socializing. Even just a little. "I think the best thing to do is just lean