[center][h3][i][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3205175]~Maria~[/url][/i][/h3][/center]
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“So bothersome, but I like the ones with an attitude; let’s see for how long you’re gonna last when the ball begins to roll for real.” Maria said to Highball between smirking teeth as she observed the other hunters clumsily deal with the aftermath of the fight.

To say the truth, Maria partially expected the outcome to be something like that, since all that’s just part of the ritual. Normally she wouldn’t even get involved with such frivolous tasks (as it’s as useless as trying to stop the Death’s Couch and its headless rider from taking someone whose time has come). The only reason Maria even lifted her hand to fight is because one of the mutts turned its filthy snout at her, however evaluating the fresh meat’s skills at such an early phase would prove useful in their next endeavor.

When Spencer came out of the shadows, Maria frowned, if there was one… one single bastard that she couldn’t stand, it would be this guy. With the sour voice characteristic of one whose party had been crashed, Maria said “Heh, what brings you here, snickering bastard? Certainly you wouldn’t have come just because of the God Hand. I’m yet to see the day you’ll truly care for any hide that’s not yours, not that I care for that or anything like this, heh!”

Closing an eye in a gesture intended to mimic Spencer’s bastardry, Maria pushed the brim of her beloved hat just so that the azure moonlight would cast a shadow over her face, while her fangs reflected it in a grim smirk. Certainly she knew it wouldn’t intimidate that grinning monster, but at the same time Maria wasn’t pressured by him in the least bit and wasn’t going to back down.

The hunters were hers to play with and Spencer knew it; she said “You’re here because of that, right? If so you can go back to the hole you came, ‘cause I was going to have them do it as soon as these mutts had been dealt with.” Indeed, the only thing that Spencer cared for was for Iredele’s status quo to be maintained and the thing at Paraanon Ravine was the most imminent threat to it. Considering that Maria makes a living out of those threats, it’s no surprise that she had to swallow that bastard every once in while… at least the money was good.

Either way, once she was done with Spencer, Maria turned to answer Kenji’s questions about the Church of the Absolute.

“Well, Glasses Boy,” Maria said, running a couple of finger playfully up the shaft of Kenji’s spear, “unless you wanna make a living digging muddy mounds to try to cultivate the measly things that grow up in this place, that’s really your only option. But hold your horses,” Maria grabbed a hold of Kenji’s weapon and pulled him closer with ease before continuing “I don’t work for that place, if that’s what you’re asking; it’s just a pastime for me. I’m sure you’d go mad, if you knew how much time I spent on this place.”

“As for your other question,” Maria shoved Kenji aside, now that she got bored of playing with his weapon, “Do I look like the pious type or you? I can’t care less for what some watered down god says or not, but as long as it doesn’t bother me, I don’t care doing it either. I exist only for myself, no god keeps tab on me. Hehehe… but seriously, if you wanna know that, you should ask the Sack-o’-Bones, he’s the closest thing this place will ever have to a priest.”

Maria however, ignored both Sinthe’s and Donny’s outbursts. If they can’t handle this much, they would be much better served by impaling themselves on some random stake and rot along with this place. Iredele had much… much worse things to spill. Lastly, she went up to Donny and pointed to Lillian’s limp form on his arms “Bring her to my place, she just need some rest and maybe a revitalizing drink get back to her feet.”
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