Oske
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But... SAO and yaoi are my two favorite things
:c
Back onto the topic, my new OTP:
Tyger x Bugs
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Oske tried to control herself and continue her little stupid shenanigans, but ended up bursting into laughter. She used to have a classmate at school who would often use that phrase, as “nope†was one of his favorite words. She didn’t know him well, but he was certainly funny. “Okay, okay,†she said, trying to stop laughing. She took a deep breath and but the bug head back into her inventory.
“I’ll make sure to get someone to make it into a mask and I’ll give it to you as a present~†Oske teased. “Anyway, we should get going. More bugs will spawn if we stay in the same spot for too long, hehe.â€
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Clarence x Lancer
Life x Lancer
not sure which one I ship more
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Hey ya'll! So, I have an Art for Col thread lingering around, but I also wanted to give out some freebies. You are free to recolor these. You may NOT repost them anywhere but here, and you may NEVER claim as your own (no matter how much you recolor it, I still drew it.) You can put these in your shop as display items. They are not custom items, because if you want custom items you have to pay for me to draw it, you nuggets.
Potion (A basic health potion sold in a Merchant shop or Alchemy shop)
Mannequin (A blank unisex mannequin for Tailor shops)
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Oske laughed. "Actually, it's not a skill! That's just me--spending at least four months of my life figuring out how to do a backflip off a wall. The only reason why I didn't crack my head open was because there's no ceiling here!"
The Pester was clearly suffering. It hovered down low after the damage Tyger had dealt, and it was just low enough for Oske to run to it and cut right through its body, slicing it in half. The red line appeared as she ran her blade through it, and it buzzed a little before shattering into a bunch of tiny little shards.
“He never even landed a hit,†she said with a smirk.
Reward: +Pester Head (tailor/artisan mats, 1)
After checking the reward, Oske paused. She wasn’t quite sure what the reward was. She opened up her menu and pressed on it. The head of the bug fell into her hands. It was an empty shell, and only the face remained. If cut properly, a tailor could make it into a masked shawl or an artisan could just make it into a mask. However, in its current state, it was useless.
Oske lifted the face up to hers and moved the antennae a little. “Oooh, I’m coming to get you, Tyger!â€
ID: 9212
BD: 6+1 (1dmg+3swordskill = 4 dmg)
MD: 4 (fail)
LD: 2 (no extra loot)
Oske: 45/45
Tyger: 31/31
Pester: 0/22 DEAD
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Oske's eyes darted to a tree with rather rough bark. It seemed to have just a high enough foot hold for her... not too high for her to reach, but high enough for some leverage. Oske suddenly dashed to the tree, her foot meeting the hold and giving her enough time to use her lack of balance to her advantage. Pushing off from the bark, she flipped over the bug with her sword drawn. It cut into the bug's side, giving it a tear in its back. The Pester buzzed in discontent, stunned and unsure of what to do or who to attack.
ID: 9209
BD: 10+1 (1dmg+3swordskill +2 dmg = 6 dmg)
MD: 3 (fail)
Oske: 45/45
Tyger: 31/31
Pester: 9/22
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The Pester was about to let out a shriek when the orange-haired player hit it quite hard. Startled, it flapped its wings and tried to circle around them. When Oske ran at the bug-mob, it flew up and escaped her blade. She hissed slightly, and the Pester buzzed before swooping around and darting for Tyger. It currently wanted the player dead, and would do anything to make that happen. Oske didn't seem too worried--Tyger had a good head on her shoulders.
ID: 9207
BD: 4+1 (fail)
MD: 1 (fail)
Oske: 45/45
Tyger: 31/31
Pester: 15/22
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Roflmao. Why in the hell would I actually put forth a effort rping on a site that has 2 line minimums for posts and you level based on post count not quality of the posts?
So that you can actually back up your statement that you're a good roleplayer?
Considering most the site plays the two line minimum game not to mention almost every bio on this site is half assed.That's just flat out wrong. For one, I doubt you've read more than three, including your own. In fact, most of the players here are constantly updating their journals to make it look good and have accurate information anyway. Also, watch your mouth. This is not unrestricted.
So please enlighten me as to why I should have even put forth more of a effort then the 6-7 line posts I was already doing compared to the site average of 3-4 lines a post?It's not a matter of post length. It's a matter of quality. This thread has gone way off topic, locking it.
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Oske paused again, then began to walk forward in the direction of the waterfall. Out of all the things that could've happened, she didn't expect to have made a friend (or at least, started to) on that day. As the two made their way through the large jungle, a fluttering cry echoed and resounded through the trees. Oske stopped, going silent to see what it was. A Pester leapt in from the treetops, fluttering its golden patterned wings furiously. Oske readied herself for a fight, unsheathing her sword. It would be impossible to deflect attacks with a shield, as a Pester used vocalization to attack.
ID: 9199
BD: 4=1 (fail)
MD: 2 (fail)
Oske: 45/45
Tyger: 31/31
Pester: 22/22
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"Oh, I'm so dumb," Oske said with a slight chuckle. I know you're a blacksmith. I believe I purchased something from your store at one point. I'm actually a blacksmith too, but I've... shied away from doing anything with it. I'm not really interested in doing that stuff."
With a shrug, Oske went over everything Tyger had just said. “To be completely honest, I don’t know how hate works,†she said with a laugh. “I’m more of a… hmm. I don’t know what I am. I fight, but I prefer to not get damage. You can lead if you want. I just don’t want the little dragon getting hurt.â€
Her last statement was said with a smile.
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Oske paused again. It was clear that Tyger wasn't exactly interested in going to fight bugs. Oske also knew that these bugs were hefty creatures, and Oske wasn't quite sure that Tyger could handle them alone. She seemed like a tanky player, but Oske still was rather high leveled and probably had more health than her. She also wanted to play with the little dragon again, but didn't want to admit that. "Tell you what," Oske said with a slight smile. "I'll go hunting with you. The deal is that you give me everything that isn't mats that you need. But you can keep items in case you get, say, an uncommon item or something. If I kill anything that drops mats for you, I'll hand 'em over. By the way, what is your profession?"
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Oske watched in surprise as the little dragon flew off and splatted to the ground before returning to his owner, who introduced herself as Tyger. The player offered her hand. Oske gently took the hand, shaking very lightly despite always being told to have a firm handshake. "I'm Oske. Nice to meet you. I'm just... well, bored. I wanted something to do, you know?" She left out the bit about her trying to distract herself. "If you're material hunting, I suggest you head to the Waterfall of the Sage. It's where the Meditation quest is. Underneath the waterfall is a cave with monsters that drop ores... you'll have to fight through the bugs to get there, however."
Oske paused. While she had been there before, she wasn't sure if the player had. "Do you know where it is?"
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Bah, I want Oske up there somehow but I don't have any accomplishments XD
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The three contestants had given their answers, and the Mystery Player had chosen Lessa for the first point. Oske nodded, taking note of this. She was glad that this game was slowly simmering into something enjoyable for everyone, even if only one player was to win. "I agree with the Mystery Player--good answers from everyone! Now, after that rather serious question, let's get down to a 'get-to-know-you' question."
What do you do for fun? Do you enjoy fighting, crafting, looting? What tickles your fancy in SAO?
Lucifer: 0
Lessa: 1
Anima: 0
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Oske felt like her heart had been broken--not because of the player's attitude, but because of her story. Unsure of exactly what to say, Oske still managed to speak. She was careful not to use the word 'darling' or 'sweetheart', as she normally did to strangers who she sympathized with. If the player was going to speak of her past, Oske was willing to speak of hers.
"No, no, I won't laugh at you. I see no reason to. I'm really sorry about... reacting in such a way. I shouldn't have... hell, my former fiance was a PKer," Oske said. She paused to think again. What was her relationship with Pepper now? She pretended not to hear it, but Pepper had clearly called her 'Ma' on multiple occasions. She quickly made an assumption, then spoke again. "My... daughter and I were walking on floor two just a few days ago and we were attacked. She dealt the killing blow to the player... and he wasn't a PKer, either. Honestly, I would've been on edge even if you were a green player. I didn't mean to offend you, swee--hmm."
Oske quickly coughed to cover up her error.
"I've known a few PKers. I've been on edge, and I forgot to even get to know you before I jumped to conclusions."
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Fantastic. Another player.
Oske saw the player walk into her line of sight, and after she realized the woman had been talking to herself, she spoke to Oske. After greeting her, Oske swallowed down her fear and opened her mouth to greet the player back. She seemed friendly enough. She noticed her cape as she waved, and jealousy washed over her.... if only that stupid player hadn't ripped her cape.
Before Oske got the chance to speak up and greet the player in return, a small little dragon flew over to her. Her eyes widened, and the player warned her of stains. That was no problem to Oske--she wore all black. She quickly grabbed the dragon and gave it a big hug. "OOOH, aren't you the cutie-patootiest thing in the whole work?" she gasped, using her happy baby-talk voice. She flipped him over on his back and cradled him like a baby, tickling his tummy. She had completely forgotten about the player, distracted by the little dragon. "Ah-boo!"
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Oske had been looking for something to do for a while to get her mind off her problems. She had been slipping lately, continuously flashing back to her issues of the past and to where the player almost killed her. She remembered watching Pepper’s blade stab into him and shatter his body into little blue bits. To get her mind off of it, she decided to go hunting for materials. While she wasn’t really interested in crafting, she could easily sell the items or use them as payment for things.
Stepping into the jungle, the warmth made her almost relish the fact that her cape had been destroyed. She was well aware of the mobs that resided here: bugs. Big, big, bugs. She scanned the areas to see if any other players were around. She was worried… she didn’t want to run into any player killers.
Name: Pester
Description: A large bug similar to a cicada. They use their vocals rather than their body to attack.
Damage Per Attack: 2
HP: 22
Name: Buzzen Bee
Description: A large wasp with a stinger that can shoot out, stab the victim, and retract. It also can body slam.
Damage Per Attack: 4
HP: 25
Extra: On a mob die roll of 1, the bee attempts to attack and you may break the stinger if you roll above a 3. Once the stinger is broken, the damage per attack drops to 2.
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Familiar: Maruchan
Species: Wolf runt/ husky dog
Size: puppy (small enough to ride on charecters shoulder)
Description: Maruchan is a husky dog pup said to be the runt of the wolf litter. He has black fur except a white strip down the center of his face that also spreads to his ears and grey fur on the tip of his tail. He has deep blue eyes and now wears a red neck tie as a collar. Maruchan has a great sense of sight hearing and smell that assist in finding loot and strealthed players. He is also able to keep up with my acrobatics from the sprint and acrobatics skill and the acrobatics from the performer proffesion. His personality is that closely related to the tamer. He understands human speech and sorta has his own sense of humor.
Effect: +1 Loot dice.
Topic: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/6223-sp-f1-feeding-the-enemy-completed/page-2#entry371690
Cute. Accepted.
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Despite his injury, Oske couldn't help but giggle. Her giggle turned into a laugh, which she stifled with her hand covering her mouth. Ranpu really was a funny player. He was so comically dumb and hopeless that you would just want to give him a big hug, like a stupid bear that gets its head stuck in a gate. Oske also noted his health bar, which she promised herself she would get him out of there if he fell to 4 HP or less, as a critical hit from the wolf would kill him at that point.
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Nikki, would you like your weapon in said picture?
Also, UPDATE: New art option has been added!
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Oske froze. She lowered her sword, then her shield. “I’m sorry,†she sighed. “I normally don’t treat people like that. I… recently had an encounter with another player, and I’ve been on edge ever since.†She honestly was sorry. Normally, Oske considered herself to be very kind. She would never treat another player with fear like that, even though… she was truly afraid of everyone.
She imagined if Pepper were a PKer, and she was treated with such disrespect.
Oske wanted to be angry at the player for being rude to her, but she honestly couldn’t. She was too scared, sad, lonely, and anxious to feel any other type of emotion. Perhaps the player standing before her had also been attacked, and become a PKer from attacking someone else from the attacking group? Oske’s own thoughts were starting to not make sense.
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Oske froze when she felt another presence, and suddenly someone spoke. They sounded kind of… rude. For a moment, she thought it was Pepper. A smile shooting to her face, she lifted her head out of her hands and said, “Pe—oh.†Her face burned red with embarrassment. She stood up and brushed herself off, simply because she hated being below someone. The two were similar heights, so standing didn’t really make Oske feel better.
The player was a woman, with… pink hair. She paused, then averted her eyes. “I’m not suicidal. I’m lost.†She let out a long sigh, pulling up her menu for a map. What an idiot she had been, not even checking the map. Oske wiped her face again, attempting to not look like a complete fool. She could see Pepper’s icon far away, back in Starting City. It was just a little green cursor, and when she pressed it, it showed her name and status. It seemed she was taking a quest.
That’s when she noticed it.
Oske jumped back, her shield covering her face. The player—she was a PKer. Normally, Oske wasn’t very hesitant around them. After all, her dear friend Daeron was a PKer. However, after her most recent encounter with a player who tried to kill her, she was afraid. Her sword was at the ready at this point, just in case.
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"B-be careful," Oske stuttered. It had been a close encounter, and the wolf could'e snapped down its jaw and taken the skin right off of Ranpu's face. Oske wanted to be supportive for her boyfriend, but she was quite worried that he might get too badly hurt and be scared away from fighting ever again. She also wanted to talk to him, but she was nervous that talking to him would distract him. She gripped her cape in her hands, watching with anxiety.
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After the incident, Oske and Pepper had returned to floor one and separated. Pepper said she wanted time to think, which Oske found to be mature for such a young child. Oske, too, needed some time. Those words kept echoing in her head—the accusation of insanity. She exited Starting City after bidding Pepper farewell for now, and she slowly crept through the grass. While boars did spawn, they did not bother her because she didn’t bother them.
Her head felt like it was full of bricks as she walked. Am I really insane? she wondered. She did have episodes, and she had strange thoughts, feelings, and visions… but did that really make her crazy? She touched her arm, then pinched herself. She felt the pain clearly… how could it be just in her head? Oske continued to walk, her thoughts distracting her. She remember him—that cat. The cat that no one else saw. He was black, with purple eyes, and he gazed at her through windows and while she slept. She hated him… but just before SAO began, she started taking medicine, and he disappeared.
“I’m such an idiot…†she whimpered, gripping her hair in one hand and shaking her head a little. She had been given a coping strategy—no, more than that. She had been given a friend for life, and she got rid of him. The medicine was helping her, but… was it worth it? Was she even worth it? She constantly felt like she was a waste of space, and didn’t deserve to be on Earth, in Aincrad, or anywhere, for that matter.
It was only after she had thoroughly depressed herself that she realized that she was surrounded by trees, and she had no way of telling what direction she had come from. With a sad whimper, she fell to the ground and buried her face in her hands, sobbing.
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