Oscar

"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

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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

His companion’s flirtations only served to embolden him. Through the steps, as their revelry continued the space between them diminished. Gravity was a funny thing. Who was pulling who. Which of them wanted that small distance between them reduced to zero. His thoughts turned to prom night. Disapproving chaperones and one-arm’s distance. It made sense then. The opposite made sense now. Drawing one another in closer, bodies flush so that not even a sheet of paper could escape their friction. They were not quite there yet. But the night was still young. “Discoveries made by two people

“Don’t thank me,” Oscar said. The moment she settled into her chair, Oscar had a plate of stew. It smelled dangerous, laden with spices and thick with capsaicin. Nothing better for warming the body after a long nap in the rain than a big bowl of spicy stew. And, of course, Oscar had no chill when it came to such things, so the Scoville scale was more than likely blown out. He slid a glass of sweet wine and a small plate of bread in her direction. “I insist.” Oscar had a deep and profound love for all of his friends. He struggled to articulate, so he hoped that his actions would bridge tha

Oscar nodded along as Jomei admitted his desire to retire. It was understandable. Being on the Frontlines wore on you after a while. Once the fatigue set in, you were playing a dangerous game. You weren’t at your best. It simply couldn’t be helped, throwing yourself at horror after horror and putting your life on the line every time besides. Oscar wouldn’t say this - avoiding rubbing salt in the wound and all of that - but he’d not quite hit that brick wall of fatigue just yet. He’d simply switched his focus. Even so, there was nothing wrong with what Jomei felt. If only they had the numbers t

“and this is what you do for fun on your off time?” Oscar gave the NPC - Day - a warm smile. As he would for anyone else. The situation demanded it. His kinship with NIGHT did also. It was a bit of a struggle, if he was being honest. He never really engaged with NPCs in such a way. But he would endeavor to give it his best shot, for both of their sakes. “I like my fun to be infectious, Day. Nothing is sadder than enjoying the moment by oneself.” It was uncanny, the way DAY spoke. She very clearly didn’t have a script. Instead acting and reacting to incoming stimuli. If Oscar did

"Who's to say I wasn't holding the space for you?" “Then I am so very sorry for keeping you waiting.” A smile tugged at his lips as she slipped her hand into his. His fingers coiled gently around her own - engulfing the extremity as pulled her into his orbit. It was amusing to think that, around this time under ordinary circumstances, he would lean full-tilt into flirtations as debauched as he thought he could get away with. And perhaps it was her - the elegant evening dress and that adorable glimmer of curiosity in her eyes - that held him back. Or perhaps it was the setting. O

“Am I going to stay up here and brood all night, indeed,” Oscar said to himself as Sin made her exit. Certainly not. Was it not the prerogative of the host to enjoy his own festivities? Oscar descended the stairs onto the main floor. Perhaps one of the only faces that were not masked. Perhaps it ruined the mystique. But anyone who he would want to hide his identity from would pick him out of a crowd anyway. It was difficult to pass under the radar, unfathomably tall as he was. He stopped by the bar first. A shot of burning spirits to ignite his own. He deliberately ignored Sin,

“No time for tired,” Oscar said. He reached forward, wiping the mud from her face. It had been a while since he’d given her so tender a gesture. But she was a kept woman. And Oscar wasn’t one to overstep. But in the aftermath of such a devastating loss, Oscar simply wouldn’t be a good friend if he wasn’t there for her to lean on. “You need a shower. And some soup. It’s cold.” She looked demolished - and not in the good way. Oscar made it a point to know who took on the boss. Who won, who died. But escaping from Redemption was a rarity. There was a part of him that wondered whether or not

Rain. On every Floor. All at once. Scraps of black paper, trimmed in gold filigree, etched in blood-red. Words written in with a sweeping hand, large swirls, cut deep into the dark cardstock. Invitations cascading down from on high, blocking out the sun for just a moment like darkened storm clouds. The stunt worked. Players from all over filed into the building. The only price of admission? To accept a mask - black or white - at the door. Tables lined the walls, set with fine wine, champagne, and hors d'oeuvres. Enough to keep the night going, but not loud. Elegant, not

What it do, what it be? It's ya boi, the Glizzster coming at you hot with a new Patch! And I hear you asking, "But Senor Glizzy Daddy, we've already had so many today!" Yeah, we been cooking. Mad that you're eatin' more? Stay mad. Down to business. We didn't like how Labyrinth Hunts have been going down. Mechanics don't lend themselves well to parties, so you got one goon just soloing the whole thing my bad. And it's really supposed to be a community effort, yeah? But if we changed things around and made it more conducive for a 6-man to hunt it down, then that's still just one p

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Using Cluster of Stars: Name: Divine Rancor Profession/Rank: N/A ID/Roll: 228663 Item Type: Katana -> Straight Sword Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Holy II | Phase | Blight Description: N/A Link: N/A Name: Sanctity's Ruin Profession/Rank: N/A ID/Roll: 228657 Item Type: Katana -> Polearm Tier: 4 Quality: Demonic Enhancements: Frostbite | Blight | Burn | Bleed Description: N/A Link: N/A

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Word Count: 45,335 The Following Players will receive 100% Experience Value: T11 Oscar | 49,868 EXP & 9,880 Col T12 Mari | 54,402 EXP & 10,506 Col T3 Warren | 13,600 EXP & 2,400 Col T3 Bistro | 13,600 EXP & 2,400 Col T16 NIGHT | 72,536 EXP & 13,280 Col T4 Pollux | 18,134 EXP & 2,400 Col T3 Abellio | 13,600 EXP & 2,400 Col T4 Lancaster | 18,134 EXP & 2,400 Col T2 Scarlet Firefly | 9,067 EXP & 2,400 Col T10 Morningstar | 45,335 EXP & 9,200 Col T8 Wulfrin | 36,268 EXP, 7,840 Col T3 Lysette | 13,600 EXP & 2,400 Col T1 Khio

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Heavy footfalls squelched in the mud as Oscar approached Mari’s prone form. She was a pitiful sigh, face down in the grime with the remnants of her battle lingering on her frame. Oscar had been twice-notified. Once by Mari herself, once by his hounds. His hounds lingered still, at the fringes, out of sight. Redemption was a wall that stood between Orange Players and their hopes of rejoining society. To put their past behind them and move forward. It was, quite literally, the jailer of the damned. Their final arbiter. But Redemption had a fatal flaw. It equated might with righteousness. Th

“but i’d like it to be kept a secret, if you would. it would mean a lot to me… and her.” Well that certainly sounded ominous. At first glance, Oscar thought that - perhaps - an NPC’s wander distance had brought one close to them. Only at the first glance, though. The way she sidled up to NIGHT and looked at the two of them with intent was strange. Was this her plus one? NIGHT confirmed it in short order, in word and in action. Oscar tilted his head to the side, watching as his friend stood arm-in-arm with an NPC. Body language invoked comfort with one another. There was a nervous ch

A working heart-to-heart, indeed. Oscar certainly appreciated Jomei’s input. Rather than continue down the path of liquoring him up, he instead turned to the espresso maker behind him. “You really are a class act, Jomei,” Oscar said as he busied himself with preparations. His hands moved deftly, swiftly. It always struck him as strange that two different cooks could produce two entirely different flavors. There was a woman in town that could make a killer cup of coffee. Oscar’s wasn’t bad by any stretch of the imagination. But he’d come to realize that different techniques made all the differe

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