Oscar

Carlos accepted. Of course he did. Dude may not have had any interest in his healer friend, but he damn sure wasn’t gonna let some guy horn into the middle of it. The counter appeared between them, starting from ten. Oscar kept his stance open. Casual. This guy wasn’t a threat. Just in need of correction. Oscar didn’t like lording himself other Players but he fucking hated assholes. Especially assholes that yell at cute girls. It wasn’t until the timer hit one that Oscar moved. He took a moment to dispatch another set of drakes and then thrust his weapon into the ground. The timer hi

“Alright,” Oscar said, quickly dispatching the mobs clinging to his body the moment his energy bar refilled. “I’m back online. How about we just fuckin’ settle this?” Oscar swiped open his menu, sending a duel request to the man in front of him. “Three hits,” Oscar said, finalizing the confirmation. “Non-lethal. First to three takes it. You win, I’ll give you my sword. I win-” He pointed at the girl doing her best to appear as small as possible. “I take you out for dinner. You can do better than this guy, babe.” “Uh, you sure? Carlos is pretty good,” Thomas asked. Oscar merely shrugg

Standing in the middle of a field, mobs doing their best to break skin - failing to boot - was perhaps the weirdest way he’d ever scored. That being said, if anyone could pull it off, it would be Oscar. He flashed the woman his most stunning smile, one that morphed into a smirk as his attention shifted to Carlos. He tilted his head to the side, waiting for the man to respond. “No way in hell I’d be with such a shitty healer,” Carlos spat. The woman looked down toward the ground, visibly deflating. Oscar started picking up what they were putting down. She liked him for some reason. An

“What?” Carlos turned away from Oscar, venom falling in heavy drops from that single word. “He’s just some rando fucking up the spawns!” Oscar’s sword spun in his hand, eyes flicking up to his energy gauge. Damn near empty - a damn shame. He would have liked to drive the point home by killing another set of drakes. They respawned, immediately aggroing to him. He let out a yawn as they clung to him like leeches. Gnawing at his shoulder and hips and legs. They might well have broken their teeth off on his skin with the amount of mitigation he had. Perhaps this was a better flex than j

“He doesn’t look like anything special.” A funny joke, punctuated with Oscar slaying another group of drakes all by his lonesome. He did in just a quick moment what the four of them were struggling with. They were run-down. Haggard. Clothes slightly torn, weapons marred. Meanwhile, Oscar looked as pristine as he had when he arrived. Not even a drop of blood on his light-colored clothing. He bit back a laugh. He wasn’t going to lord himself over anyone. Even if they were being rude. He was content to just let them sit back and think what they wanted to. “He gave me some solid tips,” T

By this time, the man’s party members had come up to gather around. They looked like they were tired. Just how long had they been at this? Oscar couldn’t imagine grinding this hard for barely any reward. What could they possibly be getting? One? Two thousand a mob? Couldn’t be him. “Hey Thomas! What’s going on?” A tall slender man with shoulder length green hair. He seemed to be even more put-out than the man - Thomas - who was standing in front of him. “Just getting some tips from a vet, Carlos,” the man replied. “A vet?” Carlos paused, looking Oscar up and down. Oscar ce

There was an awkward silence that passed between them for a moment. Oscar wasn’t one to flaunt his status - at least not his status as a high level Frontliner. He was totally down to flaunt the fact that he was rich as hell, but this wasn’t the Blackbook and neither was it his restaurant. So he felt a little weird outing himself to a total stranger. The void was filled with the sounds of drakes dying and clinking coins entering his wallet. But beyond that just the wind and sounds of other parties fighting in the distance. Finally, mercifully, the man coughed. “Well, it’s gotta be exp

“Just combat buffs. It’s difficult for us to kill the mobs safely. Is there something that affects loot?” “Oh yeah,” Oscar began, camping his spawn religiously. He dispatched them quickly before giving his new “friend” his undivided attention. “You got the basic stuff, Prosperity and Loot Die. Then you can find yourself some Quality and maybe even grab some quest boss consumables.” He paused, tilting his head to the side as he thought about it. “But honestly, if you guys are having trouble with the drakes, maybe try to beef up a little bit before questing seriously. I don’t really fi

“Auto-loot,” Oscar said plainly. He spun his weapon around in his hand, quickly dispatching another quartet of drakes and watching as the loot filtered into his inventory. <<40,000 Col obtained.>> <<12 Materials obtained.>> And so on and so forth. He didn’t make any obvious show of checking the corpses - or, in this case, the shiny sparkles they left in their wake. Merely let the items come to him like he was some sort of dosh shop-vac. “See?” Oscar swiped open his menu, opening his loot log and sending the contents to the man. The tank grumbled

“HEY!” Oscar paused, after taking down a third group of mobs. He took a beat, turning to the source of the sound. He watched as a man stomped up to him. Decked head to toe in full plate armor, his breastplate gleaming in the sunlight. His sword was slick with blood, coated with viscera. Shield, in a similar state. Obviously a tank, both from his build and his equipment. He glared up at Oscar, spinning his blade in his hand to hold it parallel to his arm. “What’s the big idea? You’re hogging all the mobs.” Oscar tilted his head to the side. All around him groups were locked in co

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The mystery only deepened. She spoke of her village, of Hunters. Oscar bit back the urge to ask how she had gone from there to here. Just what was her story? Certainly such places existed. A place where Hunters would be so venerated. Answers and questions had been supplied in equal measure. It explained her uncertainty and her mis-speaking. But it begged more questions. How could she grow to be so ignorant of something as fundamental as desire? And what of those etchings on her back? Those would come later. Now was not the time to share life stories. But he couldn't deny that he fit her descri

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Oscar had only been nebulously aware of Laughing Coffin and their ranking Fingers. Truth be told, like with most things, he didn’t take them seriously. The web had been woven in such a way that he could deal with them any time he damn well pleased, but there were rules. And they were in something of a Mexican standoff. Oscar couldn’t very well police them across all the floors. Just the one. And if they didn’t trespass, Oscar wouldn’t trespass. At least not yet. But color him surprised when one of their Fingers defected. The rumors had found their way to his ears. Defected and survived. W

The conversation had turned serious. As they stopped in front of the bakery, the whole vibe changed. Still friendly, but the air was heavy. But Oscar stopped and listened. He appreciated the candor. And he appreciated the fun history lesson that Lessa so unceremoniously dumped on his plate. He probably shouldn’t have. The topic was too serious, responses needed to be measured. But he simply couldn’t help himself. Staring straight into her eyes, the laughter escaped him. Loud, boisterous - bringing tears to his eyes. He couldn’t stand up straight, holding his stomach as he doubled over. His bre

“The freedom to want freely is a novelty. The freedom to act on those desires, even moreso,” Oscar replied. “That’s the point of the evening. To unashamedly chase that which you want.” He had to admit to himself that she was right. People had worn themselves to dust in the name of desire. Wars fought, nations burned to ash. They wanted what they couldn’t have. Be it the love of a woman or the fertile lands of a neighbor. And so it drove them to bring their new enemy to ruin, only to find that to be their reward at the end of it all. But there was a key difference with this energy that bui

“Not a game,” Oscar corrected. Though it was a close approximation. The way that she spoke left him wondering if she'd ever really *wanted.* There was something ethereal about her. In short, she was an oddity the likes of which Oscar had never seen before. As they danced, his hand moved up - not down. Seeking skin, heat. Connection. Sensations heightened - sight and hearing and touch. That which might have escaped his notice felt all too keen. His fingertips played at the small of her back, feeling raised skin and tracing those contours. Music swelled, fingertips moved as their feet did - danc

“Ah I’ll never get used to being called a gentleman,” Oscar replied. He wasn’t. Though he certainly cleaned up well. All that being said, it was difficult to feel as he was a gentleman with his hand still wrapped around her waist, her body pulled flush against his - frozen in a half-state of falling. A smile crept up to his face as he maneuvered her smoothly to her feet. His fingers coiled around her hand as he rose to his full height. His previous dance partner had helped him shake off the rust. And this Oscar was a bit more bolt than the young and dumb boy from prom night. “I wouldn’t c

"You both look stunning," Oscar corrected, tilting his head towards the pair. Oscar grabbed what might have been his fourth whiskey of the evening from the tray and dismissed the server with a nod. Turning his back to the crowd, he leaned against the railing - taking a small sip of his drink as he did. If only he'd had the forethought of finishing that drunk quest before opening up his establishment. But then again, a drunk host simply would not do this evening. Oscar didn't set out to do all of this for the praise, but hearing it come from two of his closest friends felt nice. Warmed his hear

Oscar descended on the drakes like a bat out of hell. A tactical missile. Swift, accurate, devastating. They didn’t stand a chance. Throughout Floor Ten, there were small parties of Players attempting to do much the same as he. A well-known spawn point, mobs gathered in packs. And most used an entire party. Tanks and healers and consumables. Energy management, the works. He blasted past one such group, ignoring the drakes that they were fighting. There were plenty enough to go around even as he leapt into the midst of the reptilian mobs and cut them all down with a single stroke. Without

Stress relief. Plain and simple. Few things scratched that itch for Oscar like going out into the field and simply going to town on any mobs he could get his hands on. It helped him in many ways. Keeping himself centered. Funding his adventures and his endeavors. Funding his friends’ adventures and endeavors. Something, somewhere, some when changed. He no longer had to brave the higher floors to get anything of any significance. It was probably his new shiny skill. Appearing one day in his menu. He would miss the ability to pop off, gather tons of rare loot. But it significantly lowered h

He could, indeed, feel her heartbeat thundering out of her chest. It thrummed in time with his own. Oscar could scarcely recall a time when he’d found himself so thrilled. Or, at least, in a situation - with a companion - that was so thrilling. A shame that it had to come to an end. But as he allowed himself this one indulgence, he was quite happy it had been with her. He would think fondly back upon this memory and their entwined heartbeats. *"You won't forget me when the song is over, will you?"* “Never,” came Oscar’s reply. He raised his hand to his face, pressing his thumb and f