Lancaster

The man tapped her nose gently, before tracing the lines of her jaw seeing out the space behind her neck. Weaving his fingers in her hair. "Preach mi cara, I share it." Adjusting his feet, the glass crunching and being grinding beneath his heel. A sound he was quite familiar and fond of, yet the context was drastically different this time. Her hair a gentle satin in its softness, the mix of something sweet and salted, the tinge of some bitter chemical. A faint reminder of everything he had taken, and everything that he wanted before. A decree in how worthless it had all been, for those scents

The man would drink her scent and even kiss her forehead when given the opportunity, his eyes locked in a dark curiosity to her lethal little toys. The level of ingenuity, the creativity. Elegant, yet so simple. "I am...." He'd look to his hand leaving little droplets in red taps, that didn't even compute as he'd gotten so fixated on his thoughts flowing and bouncing ideas back and forth. He'd gesture with a pinched index and thumb on the unfucked hand: "I got a little swept up, scusa." Lancaster unfurls his fingers as she'd pull the bits of glass out, carefully wrapping it to which the man wo

"Then best avoid it, I know a few a little secreted myself. He listens but has a mouth and a temper." Lancaster would offer as a response toward her unseen aid, leaving that secret for her to keep given it may be more comfortable that way. He was referring to his fifth, Hiroshi that loved riding his own little laboratory. If he could get away with it, Lancaster even had the thought of sneaking Mari in it and letting her snoop. But that would be asking for trouble. "As to the worm, I understand the hang up. What if they all become mindless zombies trying to stab everything that walks around. Co

The man would look on as she'd remove the mask, allowing her beauty back out of all that thick leather. "An associate..." He'd look at all the little dials and knobs, turning a bit and attempting to glean what half of them might do. The man knew glassware but that was more for distilling fuels in his real life, or the odd mixture here or there as was normal for their members. But it was hardly to this same caliber. "Give them my regards, this clearly allows you to pursue your passions. It makes you happy, which makes me happy." A light twist of one sees the little hiss of gas, the man had take

The pair would continue to enjoy this slice of heaven, pulling and tugging at each other in a mixture of passion and existence. Licks and gentle bites, just savoring each other like fine treats that fed an insatiable hunger. The man sat idle in the doorway as she'd change her clothing into something very thick, and glossed. The darker thing did well to obscure her features, and the man cannot help but tilt and take it in. "This can be arranged, quite a number of rich folk unwilling to part with fine wines. This is an interesting get up, but I am not one to judge. Is a bit of a shame thoug

There was something about the playful tension that was almost its own form of ecstasy and euphoria, a share of skin on skin or locked lips. Desires that breathed so readily past simple lusts, the scrunch of her fingers on his clothing and the tug. The man couldn't help but run his fingers through her hair and enjoy the tickle of it across them. The smell of her slaving over a stove, the slight mixture of chemical and fire with a natural scent that was unmistakably her. With it the memory where it was imprinted. When she'd laugh, he couldn't help but smile. When she'd smile he couldn't help but

The man would watch on as her bowl clattered to the floor, making the fork go flying and bouncing before grinding to a halt. "It seems you've dropped you meal. mi cara" A smooth transition from a heavy topic, as he couldn't help but raise his hand "Sottostare, mi fiamma~" The smile wide as he'd cup her hand in his on his face. "Cross my heart..." he'd run an index across her chest gently, drawing an x where her heart would be. A level of assured and mutual decision despite what the future would bring, they'd both agreed in a headstrong refusal to fight for this. Lancaster knew what it would en

Nice and comfortable, but this poor little chair was really earning its paycheck. A little of the red sauce dripped on her shoulder, causing him to be forced to lick it up. "Of course mi dolcezza, the red wine comes through wonderfully. Is grandeur." He'd tap her thigh with a single bandaged finger to confirm his meaning. "I would not do so well... Magnifico." He wanted to pop a smoke in to stave the stress of the topic he danced over until she was in his arms, but there was something sacred about this place that made him honor it. "I know mi cara, there is a time where your amico and I will b

Lancaster traced Mari's movements as if she was the only interesting thing in the room, locked to her like glue. The way she poured out drinks and wandered about, it was so teasing. "Me neither, is not really my bag. Too....bagnato." Lancaster responds to her statement regarding the snow, given the journey he'd just had to trek through the stuff there was a reason he always passed the buck, for this floor. His unique bag of tricks had reduced effects when it came to structures, although it worked great against some of the mobs. Very meltable. His train of thought derailed as a Mari starts to k

Wobbling in the snow, the damn stuff was everywhere. He actively avoided this floor for somewhat obvious reasons, with the added truth that snow like this didn't fall often where he was from. It was alien. But yet the moment he saw Mari he couldn't help but smile with that coy grin, a single step seeing him slide almost doing the splits. Into the warmth of her home, the fragrant aroma of food matched with a warmth. A quaint little space that in another moment, he would be utterly appalled. Yet this was different, given it had a unique intrinsic value that made it worth a mansion. It was Mari's

Digging through a pile of garbage, not entirely sure what the hell it was that Mirianna was looking for. The man was basically just going through the motions, the huge swaths of scrap metal and little trinkets seemed utterly worthless. A notification rings out, and working through dreary eyes he'd expect it to read off something exceedingly stupid. Lancaster sighs as he'd trace his finger over and tap the little blue flashing envelope, on the grounds he'd have to go clean up someone's dumb plan that had jumped off the rails and pile drived itself straight through a brick wall. The little messa

Thread Closure: Mari | [Word Count: 11650/5 = 2330] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 24465 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 3669 col, 1*Mon Lancaster | [Word Count: 11650/5 = 2330] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 2447 EXP, 1*Mon

The fog in his head starting to clear, and with it a sense of lucidity that made him more aware of what choice he had made. He'd reach for Mari's hands and clutch them in his own, shutting his eyes and squeezing them tight. "Wouldn't they kill me for this?" "And you? For sharing this?" Her words rang true, and it stung. "They will try, mi amore. But is not important." With a simple kiss he'd stand to his feet. "For as long as I breathe, the company I keep will leave you be. Even if it costs my head." Releasing her hands, he'd run his right through her hair. "I covet your dreams

A flick of the wrist getting the bits of charred rose flakes out of her hair, his heart thrumming in a constant beating like a drum. The fuzzy euphoria of the drug being like a strong night of drinking. "What are those rules?" The man would twist with the itch of truth scratching off the scab of his inhibitions, he'd sigh and accept the bed that he'd made. Lifting his hand, he'd count them off with a raise of his fingers. The three all encompassing rules, to which Byron had broken all three. "1. Obey your superiors 2. Keep killing players to a minimum 3. Do not meddle with your allies

The horrid deed done, the man stood with a stoic and empty acknowledgement of what had just come to pass. The needle half liquid, as the contents of the vial turned to gas and whisked itself away. Enough had entered his skin before it was obliterated, simply because how much he did not hesitate. Mari would pry what remained out of his neck like a thorn, as the metal would bead up like a toxin from a snake bite. “You just dosed yourself with a really powerful serum. You know that right?” A snap of his fingers sees the area go pitch dark, as the flames are all snuffed out like flicking

The forest filled with an excitable tone that was a lot more, upbeat and reinvigorated. A thrumming and the cover of hers came off. Revealing a dress of gold that painted her into a creature too perfect for this world. Rings of flame twist and mold into each and every shade imaginable, breathing the forest to life in a way that it had never seen. Lancaster was grin ear to ear, his hands clutched in fists as he could feel and immerse himself in her desires. That cigar held strong, another dash of whiskey and the man couldn't help but whistle and add some to the flame. A ripe magnificence, her f

The vibrant red glow of a cigar stood starkly in the shadows, causing his face to light up every so often with the exhale of smoke. The glass in his hand smoldered to life as he'd taken to lighting the top for added flare. It flickered gently on every breeze, like a candle in the dark. The music carried in his ears reminding of diners he frequented, a sense of merriment long lost to this place. The man clutches on that churchill with heavy puffs, allowing himself to feel every chord as spoken word. The glow of the cigar being enough light to find the play schedule. My Past The somber

The man gladly obliged her request, carefully searing his initial using a finger nail into the wood. "What can I say...." The man offers a shrug as she'd lick his blood of her own thumb "I am a man who isn't afraid of a little, showmanship. To show mi amore" He'd beckon with his blood nearly boiling and a welcome tinge of curiosity joining the pot. "Is a gift for us, allow me to be selfish and spoil you, Tesoro mia." The man would rake a gentle drag against her cheek, tracing it underneath and lightly tapping her earlobe as if tracing the lines of her features. Locking to her gaze with a blood

Sirens blared on piercing the night skies, Ronbaru under siege in a way the city had never seen before. Another secreted plaza after the trek through an empty boss room, allowing them access to the forbidden and having little issue blazing that path. The man burned brightly, a scream of flame like a tsunami saw useless tin man boiled in their armor in a fleeting weakness. He'd look over pressing his hands to a large window pane, a shop window that was long closed. His ally stood nearby in a stark contrast to his appearance with long flowing white hair and a pale complexion. "Why are we here, L

Thread Closure: Mari | [Word Count: 5762/5 = 1152.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 12100 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1815 col, 1*Mon Lancaster | [Word Count: 5762/5 = 1152.4] * [True Tier: 1] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 1210 EXP, 1*Mon

The man would draw another drag causing the little jimmy to spark up in a bright red, exhaling that cloud of white into the amber waning sky. "I appreciate the compliment mi amore, but your not so bad yourself. Those hips...cast magic." Tilting his head he'd lock eyes with the woman, simply enjoying the vibrant color as he'd stare through the windows into her very soul. A gentle but coarse thumb across her cheek, as if testing or savoring the smoothness of her skin. "A magnificent work of art, a magician, intelligent. Everything a man could want, but could never steal." Another drag causes tha

The glass bottle shattered, swept away in a wave of passion that would provide warmth beyond what most could bear. A locked pair of lips turn from something soft to something ravenous, allowing her to discover the piercing on his tongue. Lancaster never took no for an answer, and yet in this moment he gladly accepted a yes. A buckle, a strap and the drag of a tongue across her neck. Biting teeth on soft skin left it pained but not broken, and a symphony that saw all of their reluctance go up in smoke. A small ring would be placed in her lips "Hold this mia fammia, so you don't melt completely.

The man would listen on in an earnest amount of attention that most were not awarded with, Mari really had a knack of pulling his interests front and center in ways that no one else really could. "I'll hold you to it. Concerto." The man responds matching the intensity as his brain continues to fawn over her, a scrambled noodle gone completely smooth. Passing her the bottle, given it was a gift that he'd legit fried a man for. He chose option B. He chose poorly. "Pain and pleasure. It is shared amore mia dolce. Like your hand." Head swimming he'd unfurl his fingers allowing hers to slip in the

He'd take her hand and slightly turn the bandage around, looking at the burns on it. "Nothing wrong with it mi piromane. Pain is life, as is warmth. Embrace it." They were rounding 2nd, definitely uncomfortable to be sure but he'd not offer some unneeded comfort for it was proof of her desires and passions. Turning the cloth back, he'd turn to her tiny glass spheres as she'd down a heavy dose of that booze. "You play?" The man seemed almost sparked some renewed intrigue. *cough OOC, it was here that I was like bro he's Italian. Of course he'd like violins* "Yes, mi amore. Like a moth

The man found her excited display rather addictive, helping him to wake up a little behind tired eyes. Curbing the exhaustion that came with having to deal with absolute morons had someone of Mari's intelligence like a welcome breath of fresh air. "I was in the area, on business. And quite the flame you've nursed mi amore. I see you've been bitten" Looking to her wrappings, finding it rather similar to his own some long time ago. "If you're after a spark...." He'd turn and light a branch with a snap of his index and thumb, breaking it off the tree before tossing it away a few feet from him. "T