[PT-PP-F07] - Pissed -

[Mari 1]

She had been to the estate only twice before, and both times had been with Cordelia. It was late, and her foosteps echoed on the stone pathway that lead to the large home. If truth be told...Mari wanted to see the woman. It had been far too long since she had. And she missed the others company. Still, it was a gamble if her or Oscar would be here.  What did the chisled man call the place again? Oscar Meyer Mansion?  The woman snorted, amused. It was so very typically him. The Oscar of her memories, the one who would come crashing down from nowhere screaming about his wares and weiners. That seemed like such a long time ago now...

In essence, it had been close to three years - at least in this digital prison. With time dilation who knew how long had passed outside. 

 

Why did she come here though?

Mari tilted her head to the side. Lancaster. The asshole, somehow got her riled up and then with nothing more than a delicate kiss on her forehead left her - and Mari wondered if she would ever see the man again. Mari didn't really feel like talking to Freyd about this. Baldur and Macradon were too busy prepping for the floor raid. Atan - would probably stab her the moment she tried to talk about anything personal and the rest...simply disappeared, so that left Oscar.

"damn..." Mari muttered with a deep inhale. She needed to make more friends. Or maybe not. Mari didn't really like the idea of opening up to others. She clutched a very expensive bottle of whiskey in her hand, half of its contents currently residing within the pit of Mari's stomach. She reached up and knocked loudly on the door. 

"Ayayay...." She called out, slightly slurred. "Anyone home!!~~?"
 

Spoiler

Name: Mari True Tier: 10 Level: 34 Paragon Level: 63 HP: 960/960 EN: 130/130 Stats: Damage: 21 Mitigation: 44 Accuracy: 5 Evasion: 4 Battle Healing: 53 Loot Die: 1 Stealth Rating: 5 AA BLI: 32/-20 ENV-O: 32 PARA-V Equipped Gear: Weapon/Armor/Trinket: - Paralytic Contagion | T4 | Absolute ACC I | Paralytic Venom I | Envenom OFF I | Blight I Armor/Trinket: - Infernal Shadow-Redemption | T4 | EVA III | MIT I Shield/Armor/Trinket: - Glasses | T1 | ACC III Combat Mastery: - Combat Mastery: Damage R3 Combat Shift: - AOE Shift Familiar Skill: - Rending Familiar Custom Skill: - Skills: - Battle Healing R5 - Charge - Cloth Armor R5 - Energist - Polearm R5 Extra Skills: - Survival - Hiding R5 - First Aid R3 Inactive Extra Skills: Addons: - Focus - Nimble - Precision - Resolve - Stamina Mods: - Athletics - Night Vision - Surpise Attack: Trickster - Untraceable - Vanish Inactive Mods: Battle Ready Inventory: Housing Buffs: - Bedroom: -1 energy cost for the first two expenditures of each combat - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts. Guild Hall Buffs: Scents of the Wild Totem: Wedding Ring: Crafting Profession: - Alchemist[exp] R10 Gathering Profession:

 

 

 

 

Edited Monday at 09:39 PM by Mari

[Oscar 0]

It was late. Oscar had gone to sleep hours prior. He slumbered peacefully in his bed, dreaming of nothing in particular. The best kind of sleep. The one that transports you from dusk to dawn. The closest thing to time travel that humanity would ever achieve. And it came to him so very rarely. So when it was shattered by the loud drumming on his front door, he had to take a moment to look up at the ceiling. Each second that ticked away flared his temper. Each loud thud against his door crushed those broken echoes of slumber into a fine dust. Oscar had to take a moment to contain himself. Calm his rage.

And he just hoped whoever the fuck it was had a very good fucking reason to be bothering him this late.

Bare feet padded against the stone floor. Wearing simple pajama pants, Oscar didn’t even bother to throw on a shirt. Hopefully they would she his haphazard manner of dress and just get the memo. Rushing downstairs, he grappled against the lingering haze of his perfect, ruined rest. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he flung open his door. As he did, every light and lantern in the courtyard winked to life. The sudden bombardment of light caused him to wince and recoil.

He looked down with squinted eyes at Mari.

Oscar didn’t realize that she knew where he lived. 

A moment’s silence passed between them as his eyes adjusted. The gears in his mind began to turn. And as they did, he could really only come up with one reason why she was here this late.

And it was a good one.

He said nothing, merely reaching down and taking the bottle from her hand. He leered down at her over the rim of the bottle as he brought it to his lips. Oscar took a slow swig from the bottle, feeling the burn but nothing else before setting it down upon a table to the right of his door. Their last meeting had blossomed into something. A relationship of convenience? A mutual fulfillment of need. And he assumed that was what she sought now, disheveled and tipsy as she was. Oscar was more than happy to oblige.

He grasped her by the wrist and pulled her inside. In a quick motion, he kicked closed the door as he spun her round. Oscar pressed her back against the wall, lifting her to eye level. His hands held her hips, his body leveraged hers against the wall. His lips sought her neck, dipped lower. Nails dug into her flesh. If their last entanglement had taught him anything it was that she was a feast. The kind that you threw your everything into. The kind you could only approach when you were feral, ravenous, and starving. Lips collided, breathing caught. Passions flared and boiled over.

Against the wall.

And on the floor.

And over a table.

On the stairs.

A saturnalia of mutual satiation. One that contorted them both into impossible positions, that had them both engage with their darker impulses. Lose themselves in the carnal. And one that ended with her curled up beside him in bed, resting on his bare chest. Clothes had been abandoned… somewhere down the hall. Or in the foyer. He really didn’t know for certain.

Just like the fact that it was at this point Oscar still didn’t know for certain why she was here. 

He took a ragged breath, still struggling to refill his lungs. “So,” he said breathlessly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

 

Spoiler

"Name: 
True Tier: 10
Level: 34
Paragon Level: 63
HP: 980/980
EN: 130/130

Stats:
Damage: 23
Mitigation: 127
Accuracy: 3
Evasion: 1
Battle Healing: 54
Loot Die: 5
Stealth Rating: -5
PHASEREC: 4
HLY: 16
BLI: 32/-20 

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<DIVINE RANCOR>> T4 KATANA - HOLY/HOLY/PHASE/BLIGHT 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<TACTICAL UNDER ARMOR>> T4 HEAVY ARMOR//MIT/MIT/MIT/REC
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<IVORY GOLD LEAF RING>> T1 TRINKET//ACC/ACC/EVA/EVA

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R5
  - Charge
  - Energist
  - Extended Weight Limit
  - Fighting Spirit
  - Heavy Armor R5
  - Howl
  - Katana R5
  - Quick Change
  - Searching R5

Extra Skills:
  - Forgotten King's Authority
  - Meditation
  - Parry
  - Survival

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Focused Howl
  - Iron Skin
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Impetus
  - Night Vision
  - Tracking

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - <<CRYSTAL OF DIVINE LIGHT>> ID: 236066 x1
  - <<DARK SERAPHIM>> T4 HEAVY ARMOR - VAMP.D2/HOLY BLESSING 2 x
  - <<GLOVES OF CAERUS>> T1 LIGHT ARMOR//3 LD x
  - <<IMUGI'S INSPIRATION>> MASS HEAL x
  - <<Kyūketsuki>> T4 KATANA//ABS.ACC/PHASE/VAMP2  x
  - <<RHINO'S HORN>> ID: 236068 x
  - <<SANCTITY'S RUIN>> T4 KATANA - FROSTBITE/BLEED/BLIGHT/BURN x
  - <<TELEPORTATION CRYSTAL>> x
  - <<TIGER'S BALM>> ANTIDOTE x

Housing Buffs:
  - Basic Kitchen: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
  - Storage Closet: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
  - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
  - Attic (Bedroom): +1 Expertise to declared utility skill. Cannot boost a skill without ranks, or increase a skill past its maximum rank. Cannot boost a skill the user has not learned yet. Ranks obtained using this buff will make the mods of that rank available for purchase. Mods obtained this way are unusable if this buff is removed until the skill is returned to the appropriate rank by way of SP purchase.
  - Basement: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll
  - Master Bedroom: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
  - Master Bathroom: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
  - Extended Workshop: +2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
  - Ornate Fishing Pond: +2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts.
  - Dining Hall: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed. Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:
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Edited Wednesday at 05:10 AM by Oscar

[Mari 1]

Mari dipped her head into his neck, the familiar and comforting scents of lemon and earthy woods. She had to admit...she hadn't expected that. Did she want it? Yes. But to have him pull her into the house and wordlessly ravage her? No.

“So, To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He looked pissed when he first answered the door, so Mari couldn't help but laugh, the tinges of alcohol still ebbing at the fringe of her mind.Hah...I figured you were so mad when you answered that door...should've seen your face...maybe I should rile you up more often."  Mari reached up to try and wipe the sweat from her brow but her entire body glistened. It did little to alleviate anything. She closed her eyes, a drunken thought stumbling through her lips as she recalled all the ways they just moved together - throughout his entire house. "So...when's Cordelia joining us?" Another small laugh as she closed her eyes. Maybe she shouldn't have said that. Cordelia was sweet, so kind. But more like...a sister than anything else...right? Gods she needed to shut up. She needed sleep. "Mornin..." Mari mumbled, closing her eyes. "I have...so much to tell ya in...the morning." She was tired. Exhausted, emotionally...physically - she had so much to tell the man, but hadn't expected to be so utterly....distracted.

Mari couldn’t remember the last time she was able to fall asleep next to someone in a bed. It was before Aincrad…years alone in the real world. The first time she shared an actual bed with someone in probably a decade. This warmth. Her eyes fluttered closed. This...was nice. Mari needed something like this. There wasn't any sort of emotion behind it, which left things feeling a little empty but there was still a level of comfort she sorely missed. If Oscar said anything else...she had missed it. Already drifting off to sleep. Her body draped over his. A part of her wondered how it’d be if Cordelia were on the other side of her, sandwiched between two kind people…that warmth…it’d almost be like fire.

That night Mari had a dreamless sleep, the kind of sleep where you would close your eyes one minute and open them the next with seemingly no time passing.

- – -

Mari sat at the kitchen table, arms crossed as she watched Oscar cook. This is new. Unexpectedly...breakfast after a passionate night? Something Mari didn’t think she’d ever get.  She thrummed the table with her fingers. Picking up the conversation from last night. “Last night….” She began, trying to find the right words. She didn’t want Oscar to think that he was just a means to an end, just a physical outlet. “I met someone and felt…frustrated.” She emphasised that word, he’d get the hint. Especially with how they were with each other last night. “I came to see you, albeit a lil drunk…I had planned to talk about other things but…” Mari lifted her shoulders up in a shrug.

“Not that I’d ever complain…because damn Oscar…”

 

 

[Oscar 0]

"I was having such a good dream," Oscar murmured. His arm lay across her back, his hand settled on her waist. His explosive reaction had been like a flash in the pan, a quick burst of exertion to lull him back to sleep. Truth be told, he hadn't expected that from himself. Were it not for her reciprocation, he might have thought that he'd done the wrong thing. Passion devoid of emotion felt as wrong now as it felt right in the moment. But he hadn't the wherewithal to express that. He was too tired. And it was her fault. They were both falling asleep, basking in that afterglow and dragged down by the time of day. Whatever had brought her do his door could wait until morning. Though that wasn't to say that Mari didn't have a parting shot left in her.

"So when's Cordelia joining us?"

And that was all Oscar could think about in those final seconds before he drifted off to slumber. She might have riled him up again, had the the energy to do much more than breathe and keep his arm firmly clasped against her. It was a fun thought, but he doubted it would come to fruition. Not in the least because Oscar was a completely different person - a completely different lover - with Cordelia.

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The morning brought with it the sizzling of a skillet. Mari sat at the island in his kitchen, watching him work. They didn't talk much about the night before. But did they really even need to? Both of them were adults. They didn't need to be embarrassed about it like a couple of giggling schoolgirls. But it had been some time since he'd made breakfast for someone. His trysts usually got what they wanted and disappeared before dawn. They didn't ask. He didn't offer. Merely enjoyed one another's company and parted ways. Sometimes there would be repeat visits. Sometimes not. But the chef inside Oscar was happy to make food for someone. It was a different sort of pleasure. A little more genuine, a lot less carnal.

Mari finally broke the silence. There was a strange expression on her face. Not quite regret. Remorse maybe? He listened to her speak, plating an omelette and sliding it across his granite countertop towards her. A cup of coffee followed soon after before he busied himself with his own meal. He'd misread her intentions. That was a disconcerting thought. She'd wanted to talk and he had made that particularly impossible. At the very least, now sobered up, they would be able to be productive with it.

"Sorry," Oscar said simply. "You just showed up in the middle of the night and I assumed." He cracked two eggs into the pan, busying himself with their needed attention. "But maybe you should get frustrated more often. Damn indeed."

[Mari 1]

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 bitterness for once. "There isn't an apology needed your assumption was right, in a sense." 

"But maybe you should get frustrated more often. Damn indeed."

Mari placed the coffee down and laughed. "Yes. I met someone who just...Ugh. In all the right and wrong ways. But hey...So we both enjoyed last night then, there were times I worried I might have been a little much but I digress." Mari would pull her chair forward, and picked up the knife and fork. It was the end of the conversation topic. They were adults, they didn't need to dwell on the nitty gritty details. Two passing souls frustrated and seeking warmth in the night. Nothing more, nothing less. 

"Thanks." A sentiment filled with appreciation and warmth. "I don't get hot meals often. So this is..." She paused as she cut a corner off the omelette and popped it neatly into her mouth. She swallowed. "This is great." Mari began to cut up the omelette, and in her typical fashion. She got right to one of the topics of discussion. "I wanted to talk to you about some things. Like..." She paused. Was it fair to put such heavy topics on him this early in the morning?

"Oscar...you hunt PKers, right? What determines your actions on if they yanno..." She waved a knife to and fro, elbow on table. "Live or die." Such heavy words spoken so simply.

 

[Oscar 0]

"Well tell your new guy to keep fuckin' up because I really do enjoy suffering his consequences," Oscar said brightly as he plated his own omelette.

Most men might have felt some type of way about being Plan B. Something about wanting to be the first to stake their claim or plant their flag or some other such nonsense. Oscar, on the other hand, didn't mind one bit. Especially not if it led to activities such as the ones they'd engaged in the night prior. He sank his fork into his omelette, bringing it up to his mouth as Mari spoke. Even as the topic veered off towards potentially uncomfortable territory, Oscar found that he enjoyed the conversation. Meals were not meant to be eaten alone and he had spent far too many of them in silence. With Cordelia on one of her disappearing acts, it simply left Oscar and his familiar home alone. And cute as they were, neither Leeroy nor Jenkins were eloquent conversationalists.

"Vibes, mostly," Oscar said after swallowing his first bite of food. "You'd be surprised how many Players wound up Orange by accident. Or in the heat of the moment. They wind up in a bad crowd, doing bad shit. But I really don't much think that such things warrant much more than an ass-kicking. Certainly not summary execution. I go to great lengths to ensure that each and every PKer I kill deserves it."

[Mari 1]

"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. Relishing in the food that she was given. "I mean..." Should she? He had an interesting allure about him. But he seemed adamant on shifting away from her. "I don't think I'd see him again. He called himself dangerous and bloody..." Mari paused to eat another few mouthfuls of the omlette. Egg. Cheese. Bacon. Simple but oh so good. Such simplicity Mari missed in cooking. She closed her eyes, clearly savoring his dish. She swallowed and finally continued her sentence. "Called himself dangerous and bloody walked off - asshole- god these are good by the way...They're really light and fluffy. I know you did yer whole hot dog thing but I didn't realize you were that good of a cook."

Oscar seemed pretty calm and at peace, even with the shift to the heavier topics. Mari was thankful for that. She figured he would be a good person to talk to about all of this. Someone who understood what things meant sometimes. Understood that whilst it was important to give those chances, sometimes - it just was not possible. The conversational topic wasn't going to be pleasant. Despite that...this was really nice. Eating at a table, the sun warming her skin. It felt so....normal something Mari wasn't really able to experience often. 

"Right." Mari said. "I appreciate that Oscar." She wouldn't mention that the player that got her so riled up the day before was a PKer. "I witnessed something the other day." She said, thinking back to Vitreous. "I can't give all the details but...I found that you can essentially...PK someone and make it look like a suicide." Her fork scraped against the plate as she pulled up the last piece of her omlette into her mouth. Chewing it slowly, quietly. Mari would look at the plate with a hungry disappointment seeing there was nothing left.

"There could be dangerous people waltzing around with narry a name on the wall. That worries me." She admitted. "I'm not sure what to do with that information. So I wanted to come to you."

Vanity @Lancaster

Edited 4 hours ago by Mari