Oscar

Upon laying his eyes on the mountain of gifts beneath the tree, Oscar had to wonder what exactly you got the man who had everything he wanted? Would Cardinal plunder the deepest recesses of his mind and pluck some memory from within in order to bastardize? Or would he successfully vex their unseen Powers That Be? Stepping up to the plate, Oscar couldn't help but feel a bit of trepidation. It was a flip of a coin, this mystery gift. Either Cardinal or Oscar would find themselves the victor in their contest of wills. Oscar slowly untied the ribbon, not wanting to give anyone the satisfacti

Oscar was a few spaces behind Vitalis when he finally got into the ring. Poor guy didn’t even manage to really get a hit off before Gob-Gob stopped him cold and adjusted his fist. Of course, it wasn’t like anyone could break any bones here in Aincrad. But it never hurt to know proper punching technique. Dude might have made it his profession to save lives, but sometimes problems present themselves that only a sharp right hook could solve. After Vitalis left, Oscar happily waited his turn. Once he was finally in the ring, he beamed up at the monstrosity before him. He could have gone for h

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“How to fight, sure. But out of here?” Oscar trailed off as the sound of a door flying open and slamming upon the floor filled the room. Heavy footfalls filled the air as a head of silver hair rose from behind the bar. Warren, having just finished stocking the cellar, slammed the door shut and dusted off his hands. Turning, he froze - not expecting Oscar’s guest in the slightest. He gave the man a toothy, nervous smile and shook his head. “Sorry, didn’t think I’d be interrupting,” he said. “Nah,” Oscar cut in. “Perfect timing. Question: Would we be out of here already if we were

"Well fuck," Warren said with a heavy sigh and a deep scowl. He pulled the cigarette from his lips and smashed it out in an ashtray to his left. “No playing around luck, I suppose. Mari takes someone’s top.” What’s a “pot” but “top” spelled backwards? Sin cast a glance over to Oscar in response to Mari’s answer. He said nothing, did nothing. Merely took a long sip of his drink as he tossed his cards back into the pile. It was all in good fun, talking their shit about one another’s sex lives. But there was a point where it crossed over and Oscar was quite skilled at keeping it all in

There were three main rules of salesmanship: One: Look fresh as fuck. Rules two and three said to “see rule one.” It came to him in a dream - as most things often did. Oscar never stopped to ponder why his dreams were filled with ice cream and meat tubes and conceptions that came straight out of a chaos gremlin’s diary. In fact, he never stopped to ponder why he didn’t bother pondering. Chaos was the name of the game and he was the ringmaster in a blacked out suit and hella sick shades. And what chaos had grabbed him by the short and curlies today? Door-to-door sales. The best w

For all of his reckless abandon, Oscar was in reality risk-averse. It just so happened that his recklessness was his weapon. The dangers of Aincrad could not harm you if they no longer drew breath. Monsters - in human form or a Cardinal construct - were as mortal as the rest of them. It was simply human nature to find the most efficient and the quickest means to continue putting one foot in front of the other. And if that was throwing himself headlong into danger, so be it. That had been his prime philosophy. A weapon like none other - that which set him above most. To the upper echelons

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Oscar followed Abellio’s lead. Equally impressed with the new addition to Lysette’s opening salvo. Such a thing would be of great use in future fights. Everyone understood the concept. That brute force was a reliable and effective way to deal with the threats in Aincrad. In truth, outside of Frontline Raids, most things fell when you applied overwhelming force. And this would be no exception. As the Phoenix fell, Oscar’s blade caught its other wing, ensuring that it wouldn’t be able to take flight and position itself outside the reach of their blades. Not that he really needed to worry a

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This would be a quick and dirty one. Oscar didn’t even bother setting up feasts or giving the marching orders. Just a target. The Wasp Queen. Floor Two was practically Floor One in terms of the types of Players that frequented it. Low levels, just out of the Tutorial. And the Field Boss was literally hovering right outside of the gate to the safe zone. Oscar stepped off the teleport platform and took off like an arrow. Dashing straight out of the main path, hoping to deal with the threat with a single hit. But the minute he went into range, his stats drained. His Sword Art weakened.

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"Don't need to know you," Warren chimed in. "You're here." And she was. Here. Alive. Warren didn't always like what Oscar did. He would always share his opinion there. But he did resonate with the man one one simple thing. If he was present and he saw someone needed help, he would stick his neck out for them every single time. But inviting them back to his home? That was something different. So if Mari was the type of person Oscar felt comfortable bringing back to his home, Warren had no questions. "Stop being so weird about it," Lysette said, resting her chin on the edge of the tabl