Oscar

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imma die b4 I get this skill s2g

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fucking fuck assault mode man

The quality of the newbies was certainly impressive nowadays. Lysette had some moves and he would need to make a point to figure out just where she had got them from. Oscar prided himself on sweating grace and pissing excellence, but by god this girl had the potential to put him to shame. Terra Firma wheeled around, sinking its teeth into his shoulder. As per usual, Oscar shrugged it off and drove his sword straight through the beast's flank. A jagged red gash was left in the boss' model as he retreated from the pain. It gave him a moment to get his bearings. "Hold what ya got! We don't n

They didn't have to travel very far. This was at least the third time that Oscar had come here. Every time, he was hoping that the boss would be cooperative and it just wasn't. It was a seemingly dead patch of desert. Some rocks scattered about, but nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing except for the bloodstains soaking into the sand. He stopped short, holding up a hand towards Lysette and Abellio. He listened to the wind, waiting patiently. The sands began to shift and a fin appeared out from beneath the golden grains. It made a beeline towards them. More specifically, towards Lysette. The cr

"I was having such a good dream," Oscar murmured. His arm lay across her back, his hand settled on her waist. His explosive reaction had been like a flash in the pan, a quick burst of exertion to lull him back to sleep. Truth be told, he hadn't expected that from himself. Were it not for her reciprocation, he might have thought that he'd done the wrong thing. Passion devoid of emotion felt as wrong now as it felt right in the moment. But he hadn't the wherewithal to express that. He was too tired. And it was her fault. They were both falling asleep, basking in that afterglow and dragged down b

“Well let’s get moving then,” Oscar said with a grin. Lydia blinked, continuing to wipe her eyes on her sleeve. It was like he didn’t care that she had spent the past couple of minutes crying. She could feel both of their eyes upon her as she composed herself. Sniffling, she dried her eyes. First the right, then the left. Finally, she sat up straight and folded her hands in her lap. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled heavily. A picture of poise and grace, if perhaps a little rosy-cheeked. But hey, at least her makeup didn’t run here. “Let’s get moving,” she agreed, doing her best

“Oh?” Lydia’s voice came out suddenly, a surprised chirp in response to Oscar’s words. She’d thought Abellio had some idea of what he wanted to do. But given that the red-haired man was busy horking down his food without objection, Lydia figured she’d hear Oscar out. He busied himself with opening his menu, consuming several strange objects in quick succession. “Pretty easy quest boss on Floor Five. I’ve been trying to unlock a skill from it for a minute and haven’t been able to get it done. Figured I could give it another go. Get you guys some experience and, if we’re lucky, unlock

Despite her misgivings, Lydia took a seat at the counter. Abellio followed suit, bouncing in his seat like a hyperactive puppy. She took a look around the diner, at the chrome trim and how meticulously clean everything was kept. Through the window, she could see Oscar hard at work manning the fryer. Even those vats of boiling oil were clean and sanitized. There were so many contradictions that she didn’t know what to make of the man now. He was brazenly open about his conquests. But at the same time, everything about his restaurant was so meticulously kept. Wouldn’t a skeezeball be consis

Lydia didn’t even have time to protest. She merely clung to her days earnings as Abellio took them down a labyrinth of streets and alleys. She had never been to this side of town before. It seemed incredibly sketchy. Were she wandering the streets alone, she would have definitely given this area a wide berth. Wouldn’t even have looked at it. There were too many blind turns. Too many crevices to hide people with ill intent. But Abellio didn’t seem bothered. He wasn’t… stupid was he? But a man like him could probably handle most bad actors. He didn’t strike her as the violent sort, bu

What was it they said about running from monsters? Something something, you're just gonna die tired? That was about how Oscar felt rolling up to the raid. The previous hours spent dashing around the floor, fighting knights. Babysitting. It had all taken its toll. The rain had soaked through his leathers, making them stick to his frame. Chilling him to the bone. He didn't know if it was the stress. Or if it was the constant focus. But he was too exhausted to care. Shoulders slumped forward, he took his position with the comrades that had been selected for him. It was a major departure