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

An idiot. She wasn’t wrong. Oscar oftentimes wondered whether or not he had a death wish. Whether this was some long, protracted crash-out that he wouldn’t see the end of. That he would just use to take as many of him down with him. But, Oscar found that he enjoyed living. So reckless as it all was, had he the opportunity to go back in time and change things, he doubted that he would. Every step had led him to the person he was now. To the work he’d dedicated himself to. Despite the blood and the death and how a little bit of him died with each and every victim, it was better him tha

How many monsters had slammed themselves into Oscar only to find him unmovable? How many Player Killers had lacked the levels to even deal more than a point or two of damage? Far too many. And yet, here was one Player Killer that had moved him not once, but twice. She wound his lapel into her fist and dragged him away from the Monument. Oscar did have plans for the day. But those had evaporated. He let Mari pull him away. When given the option, catching up with a friend was always preferable than depression. As she led him to the lakeside, Oscar sat down beside her. He waited. And he

The fight progressed better than Oscar could have imagined. More evidence that the Frontlines simply didn't have it in them to fuck around. With the exception of Wulfrin. Oscar had not forgotten the kid's blunder in the last Raid. Neither had he forgiven it. But he would put that aside for the time being. The Frontlines also needed to be united in purpose and focused on the task at hand. Any superfluous drama was just that - superfluous. Shatter was probably not the best choice given that the enemy was almost dead. But Oscar knew well how fortunes could turn on a dime. Best to remain cons

Oscar’s eyes widened in surprise as he was suddenly yanked down to eye level with Mari. It had been entirely unexpected - both the gesture and her feat of strength. Oscar prided himself on not moving unless he wanted to be moved. But, of course, his guard was down. And as she examined him, he examined her. He’d never really noticed the freckles that dotted her face, that cascaded down over her shoulders. Or the fishnets. And it took all of his self-control not to remark about them. The reunion was oddly serious. Another unexpected development. It took him a moment, distracted as he was by

It hadn’t occurred to Oscar that he looked far different than the last time he and Mari had crossed paths. When had that been? Honestly, so much had happened that Oscar simply couldn’t remember. Her reaction did take the wind out of his sails somewhat. But it did pull him deeper into his own head. Oscar wouldn’t say that they had been close. She had been friends with Cordelia and, by that measure, landed firmly within Oscar’s good graces. But to her credit, she was almost unrecognizable too. He couldn’t give her a hard time. But she looked tired - sad. And it wasn’t hard to guess why. Tha

It was just one of those days. Oscar woke up and had his morning coffee. As the doldrums of his slumber slowly ebbed away, he suddenly found himself introspective. Over the past couple of years, so much had happened. And he hadn’t truly given himself the opportunity to unpack it all. But the morning routine was not to be denied. Grabbing a pan, he crossed over to his stove. Upon hearing the skillet clattering against the burner, his familiar perked up. The twin-headed cerberus looked at Oscar, both sets of eyes - wide and expecting - bored into him. Oscar shook his head and crossed over to the

It was endless. Whatever had been unleashed when Oscar had found the Boss Room quite literally had taken the combined efforts of the Frontlines to even pretend to keep under control. Those feelings he felt while hunting had, much to his horror, proven to be true. There was something here that wanted out. Oscar didn't have time to kick himself for not listening to his gut. Everything was surging towards the Teleport Platform. It was all he could do to help stem the tide. As he ripped his blade out of one of those strange knights, he heard a chime. He wiped his face with the back of his han

Was she simply trying to make him feel better about his colossal fuck-up? It had been her neck on the line, after all. Oscar didn't much think that he deserved such a sweet reaction after almost getting her killed. But neither would he reject the gesture. He'd rather deal with the guilt than her the rejection. So he played along, but his heart wasn't exactly in it. "I'm glad you did," Oscar said. "Except for that bit right at the end there, it was a very enjoyable day." Her resting her head against his chest came as a shock, but it was a nice surprise. He breathed out a laugh and shook h

Oscar merely allowed her to let it out. This, too, was normal. That first brush. The moment when your health is too low and everything is riding on a single attack. A coin flip that would mean you could see another day or you could go home in tragedy. Oscar never once faulted anyone for not wanting to confront it. People simply wanted to live. There was nothing wrong with that. Simply because courage was needed to fight on the front did not mean that those who didn't were cowards. They were simply normal. "It is," Oscar admitted. "Or was. Back when I first started. I know enough now to kn

"Well like I said, it's only done in Safe Zones." Oscar found himself distracted by the topic at hand once more and noticed that Terra Firma had suddenly decided that Alinta was a far more appealing target. After all, she'd not landed a hit and Oscar had been brutalizing the poor bastard for the past five minutes. It leaped over Oscar's head trying to reach the easier meal. With practiced effort, Oscar decided to put an end to this. His weapon disappeared, replaced in the next moment by <<Divine Rancor>>. Quickly tapping his Battle-Ready Inventory, Oscar activated his Crystal