Mari

Mari’s words softened as she lowered her gaze to her glass. Her thumbs running over the rim of it. “Wow. So you really haven’t heard those rumours. Huh.” She closed her eyes, her head lilting to the side in thought. “Maybe. Your attitude would change if you did know. But -“ her words were left there, choosing not to continue. He didn’t need to hear about her daughter. The tragic circumstances behind it. The reason for the Pink Pker rumours. All things better left unsaid for the moment. People don’t just help people Maybe he was right. Mari was doing this not because she cared about

Scar. Mari couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his name, she didn’t voice her dislike at it. But it was evident she didn’t exactly approve of it either. Her eyes shifted to the scar on his face.Typical. Honestly, she was surprised she hadn’t run into something like that sooner. Then again, she had killed someone called BallBlaster. He extended his hand to shake and Mari went to offer her own but he quickly pulled away. Apologizing. “Damn.” Mari said as she let her hand rest on the counter instead. She wasn’t hurt by the action, it was clear she still made him nervous. “I don’t bite. I mean

The man fell quiet, his eyes wandered- and so did his mind. Mari didn’t question it, it was a lot to take in, especially for someone who seemed to have just started exploring the upper floors. Most people didn’t believe it, not till it happened to them. If they didn’t heed Mari’s warning, it was no longer her problem. The woman was over trying to help people who didn’t listen. She barely wanted to help in general. This man though, actually seemed to consider her words. “Hit the nail on the head.” A wave of her glass as she took another drink. “I speak from experience, but hey.” She shrug

The man lingered in the entrance a little longer, before finally crossing that threshold into her quaint little store. Long strides lead him past the dusty wares on shelves and in front of her; on the opposite side of the counter. Closer now, she could see a scar over his eye, faint smile lines - and his dark hair an absolute chaotic mess. “I really don’t.” Mari responded, opening up her HUD and pulling out a bottle of Sullivans Cove Whiskey, and a single glass. For her. Not for him. “I used to. But it nearly drove me mad, and landed me a number of years in a cold dark cell. I wasn’t living.”

The man took a step back. Cautious. Mari sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She hadn’t meant to outright scare the poor bastard. But. “Good.” Mari said to him as he told her it was nothing more than a cautionary tale. “I ain’t looking to add any more names to that monument.” A pause, and a tilt of her head as her lips quirk into a sort of half smile. “Not willingly, anyway.” Mari’s hand fell back to her side with a swing as she approached the counter that separated them, leaning her elbows on it. So he was curious enough to come to her tent, cautious enough to linger at its entran

“Hmm?” Mari glanced over at the entrance to her tent, hearing the rustle of canvas as it shifted open. In front of her, was a man she didn’t recognize. He stood tall, almost having to duck to make his way through the entrance. Dark hair, and eyes a beguiling red - although they paled in their lustre compared to her husband. He wasn’t really noteworthy, not even a weapon at his side and looked like he was dressed in some kind of beginner gear. His eyes danced around her store, as though he was surprised to see what was within it. A wanderer who got lost? Then, came the comment. Always

Knowing Acanthus was here, along with Morningstar put Mari in a little bit of a better mood. Although it was difficult to be in high spirits in such a miserable floor. “Could always go for another drunken romp across the docks.” Mari said to Acanthus with a slight nudge. Morningstar talked about how what they were looking for could be at the bottom of an ocean, and the other woman did not react kindly to it. Mari opened her mouth to ask for more information about the sword but Acanthus shifted, pointing to something in the fog. Introducing themselves as members of the frontlines. Th

"Wow. You must be pretty skilled to be able to on purposely do that, and make it look like an accident." Mari jested as she caught the tiny gaseous ball Eulogy tossed back to her. With far more ease. "This was for you, actually." Not trusting the kid to catch it properly this time Mari turned and sat it on the table. "Just pick it up on your way out, and don't use it in a safe zone if you can help it. It...." She paused, fingers tapping the glass in thought. Unsure if she should share the information with him, and this time, against her better judgement, she did. "This particular one doesn't r

Just on the outskirts of Yomi, the main settlement on the 10th floor stood a large tent; its permanence on the floor a staple. The near darkness of the floor hides the stains on the outside of the tent, blood and dirt - as though the thing was dragged through a warzone before being hastily set up. Simply for how long it had been there, rumours kept most away. 'The Pink Pker' they would say. Others, simply decided whatever wares were sold there were not worth the hassle of dealing with the prickly person inside. Within it, a faint yellow glow, followed by a myriad of scents that burn the nose.

"Oh...I'm terrible at the mashkeraiding game." Mari said covering her mouth with her hand, hiding a wide smile. "Hell I ripped thi-this thing off within moments. I'm bad at hiding...I kinda..." Mari took a step back from V, holding out her arms as if presenting herself, "I mean..orange on orange on orange?" A step closer to V to place one arm on the womans shoulder, the other found its way in her hand. "But...being who I am...I ain't got accshesh to like...shops and stuff." Her smile faded at that, Mari was fine with being orange. With failing redemption. But with times like this, thinking of

"Catch anything?" say "J-Jomei?" Mari asked, looking up from her fishing rod, she had just finished affixing a gummy fish to the hook. She was surprised to see him. "What are you doing here?" A question spoken from genuine surprise. Mari had expected him to go join Hirru, and whomever else was with him. "Why aren't you in the safe zone with the others?" A question stemmed from someone so used to doing things on her own. Being on her own. Even with the company of her husband. Mari glanced down to her right arm, still pink, still healing from being burned. Slowly, it dawned on her - her own

OOC Post 1/2 The way Reys eyes lingered on her cigarette did not go unnoticed by Mari, she pulled another from her inventory, and lit it in the same unusual fashion. The way he ran his hands through his hair, the sigh. The same things Lancaster did when he went without one for two long. "Is yours. if you like." She'd flick the lit cigarette over to him, it landed on the floor and hit his shoe. Still good, just a little bit o dirt never hurt anyone. Mari snorted in amusement as he used tools to light the campfire. "You watch me light a cigarette with my fingers, and yet you use those

Another draw of her weapon against insect, and the last wave of ants were decimated. “That should be the last of the scouts.” Mari said as she pulled a cigarette from her inventory, lighting it with a snap of her fingers. Shoving it into the corner of her mouth, but noticeably never inhaling it. Mari hated the feeling of smoke in her lungs, hell, before she met Lancaster she could barely stand the smell of it. Now, it bought her a level of comfort she sorely needed right now, the kind of thing to help ground her. “We can rest just up ahead.” Mari knew she

"A dagger." Mari said with a tired sense of finality. He only ever knew her using her polearm, so he may not understand the gravity of such a change. "I used to use one, long ago." It was all she really said on the matter. Mari wasn't entirely sure on her decision. But having the Faceless Lord throw her old weapon at her feet that day, it bought back memories. Having her halberd be a part of her downfall, its swings too wide, unnerved her. Mari was not one to be taken down easily. And yet...she was. Mari turned her halberd to and fro, letting the sun's rays bounce off its blad

"Hirru... and Jomei." Mari glanced at Rey, then to his hammer. So he still hadn't met Baldur. Mari had to wonder how he was these days. He seemed to have taken a step back from things, and she couldn't blame him. He was left alone to lead for so long after her, and the other Pillars...the leaders had left. "Good people. I'll probably give most of these to Hirru." She tiredly gestured toward the unidentifieds scattered along the ground. "He'll probably need a lot of col to figure shit out too, so I wan to fill the guilds treasury." More idle talk from her A snap of her fingers to ignite t

"Don't thank me, it really was nothing. To me, if it was something, I'd not have done it." A pause. She really had to be better at this. "Still. It's good to see you are still alive." And it was true, Sure, Mari helped him, but only because it wasn't an inconvenience to her, it was barely a blip on her radar. At least the man had used her help and was starting to pull himself together. "Materials is not the issue. Its the col. Materials can always be bought." Another wave of ant scouts came at them. "Normally, I don't venture too far into their nest. But honestly..." A pause as Mari

As Reytac approached Mari pushed herself off the tree and summoned her weapon. With a quick motion it hung over her shoulder. "Right. If yer ain't takin any potions. I'd rather get going sooner rather than later. I'm aiming fer about..." She tilted her head. "Maybe 300 materials? I should just buy them but...I'm saving my money for anything unexpected." After buying her husband a literal fucking mansion. Mari had little else to spend her money on. As long as she had food, and a place to stay. She was fine. Since Redemption was out of reach, it meant stealing shit was no longer off the table.

Mari flashed Oscar a look, as if to say 'No... you don't...' When he said he knew enough. She wasn't going to press it. Her being here was supposed to be the calm after the storm. A sweet reprise after a battle so long and hard fought for. She knew how hard Oscar fought for his own beliefs, his own fight. It's how they had managed to reconnect. Memories of him falling apart by the lake, struggling with shaking hands tangled in his hair - Mari knew the signs of wavering sanity. She had lived them. "Oscar..." His name, spoken softly, equal parts concern and care. He always did this, waved her aw

Mari was leaning against a tree outside the safe zone by Taft. She half expected Reytac to be waiting on her, but it seemed to be the other way around. Surprising...really, considering she had to climb a flight of stairs to get to their destination and all he needed to do was scream out a cities name, and he was instantly whisked away. By Mari's feet sat a crate of potions, one of them already missing, cracked open and drunk by the woman to give herself the slight boost in damage she'd need to be able to wipe out swarms of enemies with a single strike. The woman wasn't sure how long she'd

"Gods...I hate this floor." Mari wasn't able to enter the city, but judging by the two blinking dots on her map, that was where her guild mates were. The woman couldn't enter with her orange marker. So she looked at it's gates, debating on if she should use disguise or mask herself up...last time she had tried but with everything on the floor made of some kind of food, it made things brittle, easy to break. All it would take is for her to take one wrong step, to have a boot land a little too hard in the ground. The woman had already spent far too long on this floor, investigating and expl

Mari relaxed her shoulders hearing his words, she didn't realize just how much tension she had been holding in them...just how tightly wound she had been. Her stew, half eaten and far too spicy to be able to finish was pushed to the side so she could give Oscar the full attention he both demanded and deserved. He dismissed her admission with a rather simple and nonchalant one of his own, breaking apart bread to dip into his own serving. Stating he'd be fine...Mari knew Oscar was connected - knew he had people working for him, and that he was personally training several others. Her finger tappe

Mari stared at V for a moment as she dismissed Mari's concerns. Had she been wrong? Mari was pretty perceptive, and usually right about these sort of things...but... Mari turned her gaze back toward the bar. She also had quite a lot to drink. Also, terrible at socializing in settings like this. "Oh." Her head swiveled back to V. "Thash...relief." Mari offered her a smile. "I kinda like hanging with you." V then made mention of how he could see why Mari was bummed playing matchmaker, ah. "Well..." Mari tugged on her bangs, "We could find you shomeone? Maybe not though... I don't -" Then lifted

Mari didn't expect Jomei to give his real name, but she didn't show it. She had to keep her resolve in check. She couldn't falter. The air was thick with the smell of singed cloth and flesh and it made her nauseous, she was used to such scents but did not like how they lingered in this constricted space. "Real name?" Mari asked. The question was supposed to be taboo, but she needed to know everything she could about him. Mari had no intention of letting him live. She wanted him scared. Wanted him to have a chance to repent. He still had a green cursor after all. She had to give him the benefit

"I..." Mari stared at Eulogy. IS this kid actually 18? He's acting like a bloody 12 year old. Mari began to question if it was a good idea to show him any of this...especially if he was calling acid fizzy liquids. "Acid." Mari corrected him. "It's acid." Lord help her, if she wasn't used to dealing with Chaser she'd have thrown this kid out on his ass already. Mari drew in a deep breath and held it, exhaling slowly. Excitement to teach someone beginning to wane. How could she show him if he could barely comprehend what acid was? "Maybe....this is a little too complicated to start with." Mari

Mari turned on her burner; set it to low and picked up a beaker, setting it up above the burner. "So what I use...is essentially the enchantments or enhancements professions hold. For instance..." She'd hold up a small gem. "This here? Paralyze. If I crush it up and mix it with a diluted mix of nitric and hydrochloric acid." Mari paused. Not sure if he'd care, or catch on. "The same mix they use to test if gold is real or not." Mari would drop the little gem into the beaker and swirl it around with a glass rod. Eulogy was being rather chatty now - but...Mari had to admit it was nice to show s