Oscar

Thread Summary Mari | [Word Count: 9422/5 = 1884.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 18844 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2826 col Oscar | [Word Count: 9422/5 = 1884.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 18844 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2826 col

It was a kiss so soft that Oscar almost thought that it was accidental. If he paused and gave himself time to think, perhaps he might have convinced himself that it was. But this was not the time for rationality. There was only one path forward, through action and not thought. It was the first spark that lit the inferno. A proverbial starting pistol wrapped up in a permissive gesture. Instinct - raw and primal - dominated his psyche. He surged forward, returning tenfold what he’d received. Oscar loomed over her as their lips danced together, moving in the defiance of the ambient serenade of na

"You're forgetting that you got people who care about you, though," Oscar replied quickly. It was an easy thing to fall back into - his literal fucking profession. Though Oscar was hardly as direct in the real world. Maybe it was the shades of red that bled into his thoughts. He wasn't exactly pleased to be stuck here when there was still a war on. "Don't get me wrong, everyone dies. Probably about the healthiest bit of your thought process there. But give enough of a shit to spare a thought for the people who give a shit about you." He took another long drag of his cigarette. Oscar

"Don't exactly strike me as the type to be scared straight," Oscar said. His hand absent-mindedly swiped through his menus, eventually settling on an item in his list. With a flash of light, an already-lit cigarette appeared between his fingers. He leaned up against a nearby tree, hoping to use its branches to shelter him from the pouring rain. At least enough for him to actually enjoy the break that was foisted upon him. He took a long drag, looking up as he blew a cloud of smoke skyward. It did nothing. But the ritual was soothing. Hopefully it wouldn't have any ill-effects once he got out o

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Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose. Ordinarily, he would have blown right past Lessa. But then the fight would have got messy. She would have moved to stop him. An errant strike and the girl would be heading back home in a bad way. He let out a heavy sigh, still not entirely letting go of his anger. But it was controlled for the time being. So that was nice. "You're really lucky I like you, Lessa," Oscar said, perhaps a bit too forcefully than he intended to. "You owe me one." Several, actually. But Oscar wasn't going to kick the hornet's nest. He'd just kick another one.

“Too tarnished?” Oscar’s words came out with an incredulous inflection. He cocked an eyebrow, his eyes locking onto hers. He was quiet for a long moment. He took exception to the notion. Just who had told her that? And what did her past have to do with the here and now. Oscar existed in the present. He didn’t let his own past hang over him. He accepted it. It was formative. Important. Every single moment coalescing into the person her was right now. It was the same for everyone. It didn’t define them, merely created them. Everyone, everything. And it was true for Mari as well. “That

Oscar could only crack a smile at her words. Despite her preconceived notions, he was - in fact - in a position to help her. His relationship with Cordelia had always been an atypical one. While they were fully devoted to one another, neither had a mind to keep the other. There were so many people - men and women - that the two could find satisfaction in. They would always come home to the other, but there was much freedom in what happened in between. “I’m not exactly taken in the traditional sense,” Oscar corrected. He never really got into the details of his relationship. But Mari was a

"You know," Oscar interjected. "There was a time in my life where my default response was to beat the stupid out of someone." Oscar dismissed his weapon, his dominant hand moving to the right to begin rolling up his sleeve. The strange woman's actions were putting people's lives at risk. Maybe she didn't know. Oscar wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. Because the alternative would have been a bigger issue. "Problem is I can't do that. You're so ridiculously weak that if I used my sword, I'd probably accidentally kill you." He paused to roll up the sleeve on his opposite arm. With

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Oscar didn’t know what possessed him to be so candid about his past. He didn’t exactly wear it all on his sleeve. But the sensation - however fleeting - felt cathartic. Like a weight falling off of his shoulders. Still, he couldn’t make sense of it. By rights, he barely knew Mari. He knew more of her reputation than he did the person proper. And maybe that was it - the reputation. By all measure, she would get it. Or at least he hoped she would. Oscar rarely had open conversations with Player Killers. But then again, his mystique demanded that he didn’t. It demanded he be a machine. Binary. Me

“I suppose we do,” Oscar said. “Maybe it would help if I had one of those.” Easier said than done. The ability to sit down and simply let it out had been drowned kicking and screaming by the circumstances. Being trapped in the game. Thinking his ward had died and that stupid fucking war brought about by the kid’s inferiority complex. How everything could have been solved with a conversation. But no, he had to go and drag Oscar to Hell with him. Go after a man just whiling away the days, waiting until he could see his wife and the daughter that had been born after he was trapped. That