Mari

Fuck It Was way too goddamn hot on this floor. Mari pulled her scarf further away from her neck, and used it to wipe her forehead. Sweat dripped down her collarbone and disappeared beneath her shirt. Mari wanted to avoid this floor as much as she could. Even with Survival it was a pain. You'd think with having Lancaster around all the time she'd be used to the heat - but the air was thick and humid here. It wasn't pleasant. Mari stood, not too far away from where the floor boss would spawn. After having used the item from Morningstar she realized it'd be useful to have several ones

Mari threw out her line, she had to admit...she missed this. She missed the quiet. The solitude. Mari's social batteries were running in overdrive lately and she was at her wits end. Her only comfort in a consistently spiraling world was quite funnily enough - the arms of a notorious pyromaniac, a high ranking member of the Laughing Coffin. Thunk "Ah." A chest. That was good, Mari cared very little for what was actually inside the chest, but what she did care about was the experience, and the col she'd get from selling all the junked items. Mari had less than she cared to admit - and

Quest Objective | Caravan Attack (Ambush) Creatures came from all sides of the caravan, rushing them, ramming their bodies into it. "Ugh...that was quick..." Mari muttered. She glanced out the window to see them attacking the wheels, biting off bits of wood - all manner of ways to try and destroy the cart. But Nisahime was very quick - Mari had only just managed to pull herself out of the window and equip one of her weapons before the silver haired woman strike. First, she attacked with a longbow - ranged - useful. Then, it flashed into something else. Huh? Mari had a demonic wea

Quest Objective | Escorting the Caravan (Ride) How did the other woman know Mari's name? Did Eruda mention it? Or was it the party invite system? It wasn't odd for people to simply know who she was either. So Mari brushed it off. "Oh." Mari reached out and gave the woman's hand a shake Nisahime "Same. Yours is like...Is it predictable to say its like starlight?" Probably was. It was the first thing that came to Mari's mind so naturally it would have been the first thing that came to many others. Nisahime's hand was slightly cold and...clammy? No.. Slimy? No...just very cold mayb

Mari had some time to kill before she met up with Oscar to fight the Phoenix. She was hoping to try and grand-master her fishing rank - it'd be nice to be able to at her....what would you call it? Peak performance? Yeh. Something like that. Freyd was just so damn good at everything, she wanted to be able to show him up with at least one thing. Although the woman had a sneaking suspicion the man was already some kind of grand-master angling champion. It honestly wouldn't surprise her. She cast out her line with a sigh. Mari wanted to show him her new house soon. It'd be nice, a reprieve fr

POST ACTION - Speaking to Gyrald Wasn't this one of the quests that was on the list of items that Jacobs Ladder needed? Mari couldn't remember. She would prefer to go down a few levels and fight the phoenix, rather...that was what she was on her way to go do but then by proximity sake she came upon this quest. Mari was wearing her scarf wrapped tightly around her lower face, save the NPCs from attacking her outright for the ever ominious glowing crystal above her head. Another one of the reasons she was doing all these quests Gaining these items would allow the woman to attempt

Being outside helped calm herself down. Focusing on a simple task like collecting lost slippers. Having messaged Raidou and knowing he’d be mere minutes, if not seconds away. Mari tilted her head watching the two people she cared about most in this world through a frosted window. The tension in the room was thick, palpable, a miasmatic maelstrom she could feel even from out where she was, ankle deep in the snow. A shaking hand gripped a soaked and dying froggy slipper. It wasn't the cold. It was still that fear. Watching as their movements shifted. Freyd drawing closer, tighter - sharper

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Why couldn't the fishing one be this nice? This was a thousand times better than dealing with the fishing quest. Although...if Mari were to be honest - she'd much rather sit by a lake or body of water with a fishing rod in hand then be on her hands and knees trawling through dirt. On your hands and knees... Mari snorted at her own mind, and where it went. There'd be plenty of time for that sort of thing later. Funny that. The woman had gone nigh on 10 years without any sort of attention in such a way and in the span of a month had not only found a FwB in Oscar, but an actual romanti

POST ACTION: Forage for Demonic Shard It was still early, almost too early for Mari to be up and about. She covered her mouth as she yawned. The kind of yawn that was so wide and so big that it bought tears to your eyes. Maybe she should get some sort of decent coffee recipe from Freyd...Mari wasn't a fan of the bitter drink, but maybe there was a way to get a balance between too bitter and too sweet. Or maybe she could figure out how to get pure caffeine directly into her blood stream. "It's too damn early..." She muttered. But early was good. Barely anyone was around. It wa

post action: Talk to Giovanna and get the <<Cursed Compass>> A new update - Cardinal must be desperate, or perhaps it was the players that were and out of that desperation the systems and AIs that represented their digital prison in turn gave each player the option to take on all the professions, all the gathering, in its entirety. Mari wasn't crazy enough to take on everything. Who in their right mind would be? That kind of person must have very little free time, or perhaps they were just that kind of dedicated gamer - the ones who did all the quests, and all the achievements

Weren't these battles supposed to be electrically charged? With that certain energy of desperation in the air as everyone clung to the hopes of escape? The mantra, one more floor...one more boss...Why was that feeling missing here? Without warning Mari was hit with a sense of vertigo, she had to steady herself as darkness encroached on her vision. It was as though everything became dull, and dark - shadowed nothingness. It reminded Mari of the void, and oh how intimately familiar with that had she been lately - so this? This seemed like a paltry party trick on comparison. "Pathetic..."

. "Maybe one day you can add either of us to your list of people you trust." "Maybeh...." Mari muttered as Katoka pulled Mari along and helped her into the carriage. Mari trusted very few people. She could count them on one hand - even then, most of those people she couldn't trust with much. Freyd...Raidou - okay. Two. Two people fit that category. At least it was better than none. “I should have suspected. Freyd always has a way out, doesn’t he?” Mari laughed, "hahah....yeh..." She spoke warmly, recalling the memory. "Yeh...he does...that'sh jush how he ish.. I worry fer

♪ ♫ ♬ Mari saw that look on Freyds face. The tightening of his jaw. The way his cerulean eyes bore into her as if to say ‘this is not over’ a look that screamed silently at her. It felt like something deep within her chest snapped at the sheer weight of that look. Memories of her Gemini telling her that Freyd was sick of her bullshit. Was Akir right? Was this it? It wasn’t just anger behind his eyes. It was disappointment, frustration, curiosity. Questioning. Was she worth it? And was she? It tore at her more than any blade could. It hurt. It hurt Mari’s heart to see someone

Mari forgot how easily Yuki could be shaken. The woman still seemed to struggle to gain whatever resolve or belief she had in herself. In the past Mari would have continued to bring Yuki up, offer her positive platitudes. But not right now. Mari was tired. She wasn't going to bend over backwards to please everyone anymore. Still, Mari listened with sympathy as she drained her cup of the remnants of tea. "Experiencing near death for the first time is always a daunting experience that stays with you." Mari hadn't really spoken from experience, each time she had been close to death in the past sh

Mari taped her finger on the table, thinking of all the different people within Aincrad - their experiences and their relationships. Her own (Or lack thereof) included. "Over half the people in here are emotionally stunted hikikomori's - I wouldn't worry about what they think." She said simply. Choosing simple candor over any placating words of comfort. Yuki was a tough girl, she'd be able to handle it. Mari hadn't eaten much of the meal before her, not because she didn't enjoy it but because she had a large breakfast. Something that was an odd thing for the woman. She wasn't used to this much

The look on Freyd's face said it all. He was unimpressed, a seething fire smouldered behind those calm blue eyes. His was was stoic almost pleasant to others. But Freyd's jaw clenched and Mari could tell he was doing his best to be amicable. Mari shifted subtly, leaning her weight back into Lancaster as she placed a hand upon his chest. Mari could feel his erractic heart, thumping as though it would burst. - "He's trying." Mari said. As if to prove a point Mari reached into Lancasters pack and pulled a single cigarette free. She twirled it between thumb and forefinger. With a casual flick she

With the two safely inside Mari stowed her weapon. Another glance out the window to check if anyone was there. If he was followed, if he was being chased. "Fuck it." Mari hadn't expected it. Lancaster ripped off his rings, one by one. As he did Mari glanced down at the one he had given her. She fiddled with it. Unlike him, she had no need to take it off. It comforted her. It saved her during a time where she wasn't sure she'd be able to drag herself back. The act was brash, in typical Lancaster fashion. But it spoke volumes to the woman. Mari reached out and squeezed his hand. It fe

“Shit, girl. You lie to yourself far better than I ever could! Always have. Always will.” Mari wasn’t lying though. She did have that control. In the past she’d have ignored Freyd’s wishes. In the past she’d have mass produced them and sold them to the highest bidder. She had changed. And she DID have control. “You’re wrong…” Mari breathed ,her words barely a whisper. “You’re so wrong..” Was she saying that to herself? Or her gemini? The woman groaned - her head was heavy, thoughts muddled. She thought she had this, they had planned for this - so why was everything unraveling so? A

The moment was broken, and not by the pudgy bird-thing. Lancaster was here. Mari’s head shot to her window, brows furrowed in deep riddled concern. Something wasn’t right. Mari turned back to Freyd. “I won’t let him attack you.” Mari said firmly. She desperately wanted to run outside the moment she heard Lancaster cry out. There was something completely off kilter and desperate in his tone. Raw. It twisted her gut with concern. Her head fell as her gaze landed on the floor. “He’s in trouble.” When Freyd had invited Lancaster over, Mari had a feeling he wouldn’t just waltz into Mari’s home

Her Gemini screamed in a burning rage; trying to slash at Mari but missed her by a hairs breadth as Mari crumbled to the floor coughing. Mari had to keep moving. Her entire body screamed at her for rest but she couldn’t. If she failed here there was no telling what the embodiment of all the bile and venom she had built up over the years would do. It’d target those closest to her. Freyd. Lancaster. Raidou. No. Mari tried to push herself back to her feet, a shaking hand nursing the stump on her arm. Just stand..just stand.. The Gemini’s form shifted - matching the plague outfit Mari woul

Mari nodded, feeling weary. "Yeh but....I still have things I want to talk about." She persisted, as though she didn't want this moment between them to end, a world all of their own tucked away in the depths of some unknown dungeon, a chance to truly speak to each other and just let everything be known. She protested against her own bodies weariness. "Like..." Mari rubbed her eyes, getting distracted as the bird ruffled its feathers, causing a flurry of down and damper to shower her. Mari sneezed. "I feel like you've earned yours too yanno." His happiness. That is. Now Mari had a moment she di

"Simple, you don't need them here. They are a proxy created solely to remind you that you still breathe. Something tangible like a tether to reality." Th “Ah.” That made sense. Raidou continued to explain it as Mari let the necklace go, it fell back against his chest and out of sight. Mari shifted, finding a place to lie her back down on the table. It was similar to Freyd using the void to step around. He had some sort of tether too didn’t he? As convenient as these tools were, there was an unspoken insidious side to them. Getting trapped in between everything would be…dire. With no need

“Ah, um, my hand just slipped on the door. Also, it was getting a little hot in the carriage. Just a lot of heat. That’s my bad.” Mari waved Arcanthus off, “Dun worry…dun worry.” She didn’t want to make the brunette uncomfortable. Mari pointed at the bottle of snake whiskey. “Can I?” She was beginning to sober up a little too much for her liking. Arcanthus nodded and passed it to her. Mari threw her head back and drank. Bitter it wasn’t like most whiskeys she enjoyed. This one was oaky, maybe a little too much peat for her liking. “Erhhh…soso.” Mari slurred as she passed the bottle back.