Mari

Mari grabbed a broom and started brushing the dust, dirt and debris out of her store. It was her main goal today, clean it out - tidy it up, and prepare it for if she ever chose to come back here. She'd gather up the broken pieces of a past life and reform them into something new. Something better. Something that wasn't fueled by bitter hatred at a world that spurned her. Granted Mari still didn't like many of the people in Aincrad. She didn't like how judgemental and righteous people were. But that didn't mean they deserved death. Mari sighed as she covered her mouth, the dust kicki

Now...came the more strenuous parts. Mari had to start pushing and pulling the furniture, bit by bit; she'd drag it out of her tent. If anyone passed her by on their way to Yomi they'd be in for a shock - seeing a small orange haired Pker trying to drag around a low set table, and what could only be described as the most rudimentary centrifuge anyone had ever made - almost akin to a primary school science test. But, that was just it. There were no living NPCs on this floor - and the players were so few and far between if Mari DID run into any of them she'd expect they were either looking for h

Her store was airing out, all the boxes of trash had been dragged outside; far enough away for Mari to be able to say 'not her problem' She didn't care if it 'littered the environment' Like, WHAT environment? The entire floor was a deadly ecosystem in a bioluminescent cave network. Somehow...the effects of this floor didn't feel that strong today, the crushing pain, the trickling doubt...the voices. Was it because she had defeated her Gemini? A glance down at her left hand as she tilted it to and fro. Was it because she had someone to fall asleep to each night? That she had a confid

Instead of letting her shop fester, Mari decided to do something about it. She began by opening up all the flaps; the large one that consisted of the entryway - the smaller ones that were supposed to be 'windows' the place needed airing out. Although one could argue the outside air was not much better. A mechanical spider chugged away on the outside of her large tent. Spraying thin mists of whatever concoction Atan had made. Atan... Right... Mari needed to finish off her research for him. He'd yet to return to her own workshop, and Mari kept her word to Freyd - and had simply

Back here again....standing in her shop - wondering if it was even a good idea coming back to this floor or not. It was always the way with the 10th floor wasn't it? Mari knew it was bad for her, yet she continued to return. Her brother was right - she was like a moth to the flame, if the flame was the word DANGER - flashing brightly in a big red neon sign. Still. This was where her shop was, and before the negative cognitive effects became apparent and a warning was listed on the floors description for visitors Mari had largely called this place home for years, so many years. Mari s

*BANG* It was a tradition after all, bursting through this mans door, the poor thing practically swinging off its hinges as Mari slammed a bunch of unidentifieds on the table. "Please let me know if there is anything good in this lot, if not, just scrap the lot of it." T4 Perfect Unidentified Weapons: 248509, 248510, 248511, 248512, 248558, 248559, 248560, 248561 Thread here She pulled out her main weapon and placed that on the table too, with much more care. "I have a cerberus etching; can you please remove the Blight and add burn to this? Let me know how muc

Mari tilted her head to the side as...what was his name again? Hirru. Right. Hirru joined. "Mind if I join you, Mari?" "I mean...this is supposed to be for Jacobs Ladders members so-" Mari paused, then sighed. She was supposed to at least try and make an effort to reach out and connect to her fellow guild members. That was the entire point of this outing. "I'm. Not the best at being social." It was her form of an apology to the man. "I thought I'd extend the invite to all in the guild. Since fishing calms me. There's just something about it." Mari said as she turned her gaze to

Akir was completely and utterly in shambles. Mari didn't expect it to be like this - their battle wasn't just on this field. It had lasted for years. From the first moment Freyd had approached her - to the time his own Gemini ripped Akir out of Mari's chest. It was...a turning point for Mari. A time where she almost fumbled and fell. A time where she had just began to trust people again only to have that quite literally ripped away from her. To have Freyd wander back into her life after so many years - to have him pull her into the void and it snowball into this moment. ... so

x3 Please x3 Please The notes were placed on Oscars counter before Mari gave the biggest sigh of relief, peering out the window to ensure no guards were following her. Mari flopped herself onto the floor, staring at the flourescent lights in the ceiling, breathing with a heavy sigh. "Think thats the first time I've ever set foot in this town since I got my marker. Having to Kronk all over the place is very hard Oscar. Very hard indeed." A turn of her head toward the man. "PLease let me know what I need for ya. shards, Scales, mats, col, whatever. Name your pric

**wrapping up thread with Katokas permission due to her leaving** An odd request to be sure, but Mari didn't mind. She'd sit down behind Katoka, and offer to gently scrub her back. Every so often Mari would pause, glancing at Katoka's face. "You...okay?" Mari asked, the blonde would simply nod - her face completely flushed red. Ah...she might still be tipsy, Mari figured. "You've got really soft skin." She commented, a finger grazing over Katoka's shoulders. "You gotta tell me how. Then again, maybe me actually bathing may help, huh?" A slight joke at her own expense - for Mari never had

Mari took the hit in stride - barely faltering as Akir slammed the blade into her side, of course it hurt. Mari's vision was so blurry the visage of her gemini, of Akir was nigh unrecognizable. Mari's breathing was staggered- and she found it difficult to stand. This battle had been going on for far too long, series of miss after miss after miss...Mari's evasion skills simply too high and as a result so too were Akirs. "You done?" Was the only reaction Mari would give Akir Mari sighed as she shook her head. It almost wasn't even worth trying to hit Akir this time. Akir was completely

Macradon seemed to be swiping at the air in a frustrated motion. "Uh..." Was he okay? What was he seeing that she wasn't? Belregor tried, but it was in vain - his attacks barely making a dent in the frontlining teams - Mari tightened the grip she had on her polearm. This entire fight she had been apathetic. She still felt a little apathetic to the whole thing. It felt tedious. Belregors fury boomed across not just the entire battlefield, but what felt like the entire floor as it shook. Mari winced as she covered her ears in an attempt to quell the vibrations in hear eardrums. All of yo

Warren hadn't caught her introduction, or poor attempts at socialization. Instead, he had turned to another woman who had approached - the two chatted and he introduced himself to her as Warren. Right - there were stunning women everywhere. Mari wouldn't hold it against him, she looked past the grey haired man to Yue? Pollux? She had introduced herself using both her real name and player name. Simple, sweet, but dangerous. There were so many ears here. Mari drew in a deep breath and sighed. She had to shake off those kind of thoughts. This wasn't a dangerous place. Oscar would make sure of tha

Akir laughed, bitter and maddening warbles that barely reached Mari's ears - her gemini was losing. Losing the fight, her grip on reality, and on sanity. There was barely an effort made on Mari's part to dodge the weak attack, furthermore - the shadow of her brother's gemini seemed to step in, swaying the tides in her favour. Montjoy... Mari made a mental note to thank the ...being later. "You. Won't. Have. Me." Mari hissed as she tried to swing at Akir, another miss - shit. Mari wasn't sure how long she could keep this up. Her own skills in avoiding attacks in combat coming back to bite

Lancaster would wrap his fingers around hers, pulling her up and out of the chair in a tight embrace, whispering words in her ear of passions and of love. Confessing his desire to share it all with her, even if it were for just one more day. Their dream was theirs, and theirs alone. "Dammit Vincent..." Mari muttered into his neck. "I thought I finally had managed to woo you with my words and yet you go and say something like that. I could never be as articulate as you, but come - let me show you in other ways." And she'd drag him up the stairs to show him the rest of her house.

Well you know how I am," Oscar would pause as he glanced at Mari. "No half measures, right?" He winked at her and Mari cleared her throat, crossing her arms, on purposefully so beneath her chest - bikini's and all that jazz. "Oh yeh, I'm very personally aware." She'd offer her him a special smile, intimate moments shared between friends, and only friends - inside jokes. Mari was happy she was able to have that kind of relationship with Oscar. "Still..." Her eyes shifted over the horizon - taking in the view. "This must have cost a fortune...if you need help to fill your coffers again, le

*BIKINI MARI ACTIVATE* It was a good thing Mari was already on the floor; preparing herself for a guild fishing trip; else the poor PKer may not make it. Too many stairs...not enough notice. "Oscar!" Mari waved her friend over as she approached - seeing him standing by...Her head tilted skyward. "What the fuck?" A giant cookpot? That simmered and boiled and broiled. "You know....When you said free food I didn't think you meant..." Mari gestured to the giant pot with a scarred hand. "This." He seemed so proud of himself too. And so he should be, it was a feat. Mari wasn't sure an

"Yes!? non vedo l'ora. Sono l'uomo più fortunato. Sto sognando." Once again, the irony of the juxtaposition was not lost on Mari. He practically vibrated with sheer elation, a small dance of his feet as he celebrated her acceptance, almost like a child. This was the man people feared? Calling himself lucky. Dreaming? At least she thought that's what he said - Mari struggled to understand him completely when he spoke too fast - she’d need to get back into Italian lessons if she ever… If they ever left this place…. A series of kisses followed by the hiss of flesh and Mari laughed

Open to all Jacobs Ladder Members and Prospective Members; no post order no cares, just FEESH and GATHER The floor was perfect for this really... Warm and temperate climates with soft breezes that carried with them the scents of the ocean. Islands dotted throughout - it housed Baldurs estate, and furthermore the Jacobs Ladder guild hall. The walk up to the floor was daunting, usually taking Mari almost two days to get there, but she had a place to rest before continuing her journey. One day, one day soon...she would attempt Redemption. Ending the tirade of stairs.

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Raidou asked if she had a broom. Still nursing her cup Mari would gesture to the basement door with a tilt of her head. “There’s one in there. I can get it after.” Mari was used to ash and dust lingering in the air. “You can help if you want, but you’re already doing enough.” Mari shifted her gaze to the top of the stairs. Wondering how Lancaster would feel waking up to seeing Raidou back again. He’d have to deal with the people in Mari’s life, especially people like Rai and Freyd. “Although you might be dealing with a hungover Lancaster at some point.” Mari said with a small laugh into her cu

“Its fine.” Mari said as she watched the pot of coffee begin to percolate, she shifted to fill up a kettle with water and placed it on the stove, with a flick of a switch it too was beginning to boil. Sure, she could whip these things out of her inventory, but the small actions felt real. Grounded her. “It just…reminded me of Freyd, yanno he literally broke in to clean? He laundered all my sheets, dusted everything. Left me a note that….” Mari paused. The note Her gaze shifted to the empty fireplace. Nothing more than a few charred logs and a pile of ash. A single hand written note,

Mari inwardly groaned. She hadn’t meant to snap at him like that. She hadn’t meant for it all to bubble forth like toxic bile. All she wanted…genuinely was to reconnect with an old friend. But the wounds she thought had healed blistered open again. Feeling guilty at her outburst Mari shifted her eyes away, bending down to pick up her weapon and have it disappear back into her inventory. Lest any wandering players think she was attacking him. “Sorry…” She mumbled, then - with a resolve to fix things she said it again, louder this time. “Sorry. I’ve been trying to be better at…” She rolled her w

After a minute's silence between the two Raidou simply offered her a nod, going straight back to his work. "Good morning.” Mari hadn’t expected to see him so soon - She rubbed her eyes. Groggy. “M-Mornin…” Somehow. Mari seemed more human in these moments. Hair a mess, tired, drained - a single hand on the stairs balustrade. “What’r you doin’?” Another sleepy mumble followed by a yawn. Tired cerulean eyes shifted over his shoulders, peering out into the snowy expanse behind him. No Freyd? Right. No. Freyd was probably resting, and spending some much needed time with Elora. Ma

Trembling hands would gently run over Lancasters face, thumbs grazed beneath his precious verdant vermillion eyes. Eyes she had been so close to dropping a proverbial poison into, one that Mari was so afraid would have changed him. Would have dulled that insatiable curiosity and fire that burned so much so that it warmed her aching heart with just a look. Distillation of Shadow… What a scary concoction. Freyd was right, it was too dangerous. Another thing to question Raidou about, but that was for later. For another day - for now…Mari simply didn’t want to let Lancaster go, fervent kisses