Oscar

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"Babe it ain't about safety," Oscar said. If there was anyone he didn't need to worry about, it was Lessa. Anyone from the Frontlines, really. But the two of them had different orbits. Just two different lives. So in the rare occasions they intersected, it was worth dropping everything to just hang out. He raised his hand as they walked, rattling off all of the reasons and rattling off reasons each time he did. "First off, we haven't hung out in forever. I'm really pretty offended by it. Secondly, I gotta pay the stripper-" He paused there, realizing she didn't have any context. He didn't

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Thread Summary Oscar | [Word Count: 4498/5 = 899.6] * [True Tier: 12] * [Group Factor: 1] + 2400 = 13195 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1619 col Abellio | [Word Count: 4498/5 = 899.6] * [True Tier: 5] * [Group Factor: 1] + 2400 = 6898 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 674 col Lysette | [Word Count: 4498/5 = 899.6] * [True Tier: 5] * [Group Factor: 1] + 2400 = 6898EXP, Laurel Wreath: 674 col Warren | [Word Count: 4498/5 = 899.6] * [True Tier: 4] * [Group Factor: 1] + 2400 = 5998 EXP Sinnamon | [Word Count: 4498/5 = 899.6] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] + 7400 = 9199 EXP Vitalis | [Word Count: 4498/

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It was frustrating how easily Lysette had cut to the core of it. But it was no small wonder. Lysette said she lived it. Sin could only imagine what that had been like. Well, no. She didn’t need to imagine. Because Lysette was right. Sin was the one who put herself out there. Neck and ass on the line. For her friends, strangers, family. Didn’t matter. Whoever Sin had deemed important enough for it. She let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping forward. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” “Of course I am,” Lysette chirped. “You guys mean the world to me. I don’t know what I’d be doing right n

A silent chuckle escaped his lips as Lysette made sure that she finished her moment with her man. Oscar made a mental note. He might be the Guild Master and the Party Leader, but when it came to Abellio, he only had as much authority as Lysette allowed. He took off after Abellio, the two of them weaving through the sand. A double-helix trajectory as they closed the distance between the crab. Abellio leaped up, so did Oscar. His friend struck first, Oscar was hot on his heels. Their blades struck at the same point. Right between the eyes in quick succession. Cracks spiderwebbed across the

Oscar merely shook his head at Sin’s joke. Whatever they had it never went past the physical. He also threw himself into the fight, his surroundings a blur as he closed in on his target. He timed his attack so that it would strike at the crab’s front legs the very second after Warren’s attack landed. Moving with impossible speed, he struck both legs in rapid succession and then retreated back to a safe distance. Warren landed on the sand next to him, having been blown back by his own explosion. Their quarry did nothing, stunning into immobility by Sinnamon. She sauntered away from the cre

Oscar had never been a Guild Master before. It had always just struck him as a whole bunch of responsibility that he just didn’t want. But, with his surrogate family growing it really did seem like the right time. Responsibility be damned, he realized that his friends needed something to work towards. Something to build. Some mark on Aincrad to call their own. And he couldn’t deny them that. Even if it meant adding yet another responsibility on top of his already-full dance card. He paid the fees, named the guild, and sent the invite out to everyone. All that remained was getting their Gu

Dammed, damned emotions. The mystery began to unravel. Still ignorant of her story, but the miasma began to clear. He now possessed the what and the why, but not the how. His curiosity could wait. Attention enraptured - enthralled - by the weeping woman held in his arms. Perhaps it had been a mistake, he thought. Charm had been wielded irresponsibly, temptation beckoning without forethought. Objectively, it had been. The goal was never to make someone cry. Only to feel. And the ironic tragedy was that by feeling, he had demolished that dam that walled off her emotion. The waters burst for

Transferring to @Sinnamon T4 Unidentified Weapon - IDs: 255953, 255954, 255955, 255956, 255957, 255958, 255959, 255960, 255961, 255962, 255963, 255964, 255965, 255966, 255967, 255968, 255969, 255970, 255971, 255972, 255973, 255974, 255975, 255976, 255977, 255978, 255979, 255981, 255989, 255990, 255991, 255992, 255993, 255994, 255995, 255996, 255997, 255998, 255999, 256000, 256466, 256467, 256468, 256469, 256470, 256471, 256472, 256473, 256474, 256475, 256476, 256477, 256478, 256479, 256480, 256481

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Thread Summary Oscar | [Word Count: 110279/10 = 11,027.9] * [True Tier: 11] * [Group Factor: 1] = 121,307 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 18196 col Mari | [Word Count: 110279/10 = 11,027.9] * [True Tier: 15] * [Group Factor: 1] = 165418 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 24812 col Artoria | [Word Count: 110279/10 = 11,027.9] * [True Tier: 6] * [Group Factor: 1] = 66,167 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 9925 col Acanthus | [Word Count: 110279/10 = 11,027.9] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 110279 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 16541 col Edict | [Word Count: 110279/10 = 11,027.9] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 22,056

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

"If you had," Sin said, intercepting one of the shots that Warren slid over to Mari. She locked eyes with the red-head, maintaining eye contact as she downed it. She gingerly placed the glass onto the countertop and finally fanned out her cards. As she plucked three from her hand and tossed them over to Warren, she looked up at Oscar and smirked. "I'd be very offended you didn't call. You look like a hell of a lay. And I'm pretty certain we might finally make our esteemed host weak in the knees." "Ladies," Oscar said simply. "You don't have the juice. Not even together." Warren looke

"You can't just stay." “As I please, remember?” Oscar responded. He kept his vigil, his knee bent. She could push him away, if she wanted. And he was terrified that she would. That all of this was for naught. That he would break down whatever tower she isolated herself in and not even be afforded the opportunity to help her pick up the pieces. That she would, when confronted with her storm in all its terrifying majesty, flee from his sight. In his heart of hearts, he didn’t know whether he would be able to suffer that guilt. "You think this is what I need? To cry like a child until

Thread Summary Oscar | [Word Count: 2611/5 = 522.2] * [True Tier: 11] * [Group Factor: 1] = 5744 EXP, 560,000 Col + Laurel Wreath: 861 col = 560,861 Col 168 Materials T4 Unidentified Weapon - IDs: 255953, 255954, 255955, 255956, 255957, 255958, 255959, 255960, 255961, 255962, 255963, 255964, 255965, 255966, 255967, 255968, 255969, 255970, 255971, 255972, 255973, 255974, 255975, 255976, 255977, 255978, 255979, 255981, 255989, 255990, 255991, 255992, 255993, 255994, 255995, 255996, 255997, 255998, 255999, 256000, 256466, 256467, 256468, 256469, 256470, 256471, 256472, 256473, 256474,

“Don’t you wanna stick with your party?” “Nah, I gotta let you take me to dinner, remember? They need to be heading back anyway.” Oscar gave Maria a soft smile. “I was joking, though.” Maria gave him a shrug. “Yeah, but you seem like better company. And I’m really hungry.” He laughed in response. “Well I guess I gotta fix that.” He draped his arm over her shoulder. A good way to gauge interest. As his arm hung limply, she took a half-step closer. A smile played at his lips. “You know dinner’s a euphemism, right?” Maria looked up at him, doing her best to pretend l

With that, Oscar bade them farewell. He could dump the last of his energy on the walk home. “Just think about it,” he said. Striding past Thomas, he gave the man a firm pat on the shoulder. It wasn’t how he wanted his day to go, but he did appreciate the entertainment. But goddamn it, he was more stressed now than when he started. This was supposed to be his time to relax and unwind. Instead, he spent his time educating a bunch of idiots. He lashed out to his right, another quartet down. Oscar found himself so distracted that he almost didn’t notice the presence off to his left. He l