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"A shame, indeed," Oscar agreed. "Though, I think I'd be best suited to do the poking, no?" Her second question earned her a bark of laughter in response. Oscar hadn't engaged with his own profession since he'd got stuck here. Sure, he'd been the confidant and he gave advice as best he could. But he'd never busted out his rate clock. And he wasn't really about to start now. Besides. "I don't think I'd charge, but my methods would be as physical as they are unethical. Definitely more fun than soul searching and head shrinking, though." In the real world, Oscar would never have dr

A masterful riposte. Few could hope to land a hit on him and, when they did, it scarcely had any effect. And yet, here was this level one newbie shooting him straight in the heart with her adorable gesture. Oscar chuckled again, bringing his thumb up to his cheek to swipe away the leftover condiments. He brought the digit to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to clean it of the sauces as he kept eye contact with Alinta. Just because she had mounted a successful counterattack didn't mean that he didn't have more in his own arsenal. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Ali. I love a girl wh

Oscar could only laugh at her reaction. It was clear that the outward persona was just veneer. Not that he considered that to be any sort of negative thing. It was cute, the juxtaposition of her outward persona with her inner thoughts. She pivoted, doing her best to recover from Oscar's perfectly timed jab. She was failing, of course. That was rather the point. His laughter eventually ebbed away, mellowing into small giggles as she took several swigs of her soda. "I appreciate the compliment, Ali," Oscar said. He lingered on her name again in a teasing inflection. Three letters drawn out

Oscar exhaled a slight laugh as he realized that his joke had gone completely over her head. He considered, for a moment, calling attention to it. But he would wait for his moment. She'd all but inhaled the first dog. Clearly her hunger had not been overstated. There was a certain pleasure that he - or any Cook for that matter - took in watching people enjoy their food. It was a pleasure that was singularly theirs. It was almost intoxicating, the jubilation of watching someone gush over the food you so painstakingly prepared for them. A warm half-smile played at his face as he stepped behind t

“I know, I know,” Oscar said. “But appearances can be deceiving. Never know when you’ll find a hidden gem.” Truth be told, no one had ever called his establishment cute. Oscar didn’t dislike it, but he wasn’t sold on it either. Still, he had the good sense to keep his mouth shut when someone was enjoying themselves. Far be it from him to ruin her fun. He did enjoy the fact that routine hadn’t made him entirely dull. He was still getting his sea legs, every synapse screaming to be his normal charming, witty self. But he was so out of practice, it was very much out of his reach. But it was

"Of course," Oscar agreed. His voice was calm, reassuring. "I'm quite certain you were about to go boots-to-asses. But call me old-fashioned, but I don't believe that women should have to be the ones to smear their unwanted admirers across the cobblestones." She was nervous. Rightfully so. Her words came out lacking sureity. Given her recently-resolved predicament, that was nothing to be surprised over. Oscar wouldn't add insult to injury by calling her on it. He merely offered her a slight smile, nodding gently. Oscar would not mention how her hand lingered too long on his. Or how he cou

Routine was the enemy of adaptability. It was a comfortable trap, one that beckoned you in with honeyed words and kept you safe and insulated from the outside world. Incredibly easy to fall victim to and Oscar found himself inadvertently swaddled in its warm embrace. Wake up, cook for the orphans, go home. Unto infinity. The days would blend together. The city streets would fuse into an amalgam of rough cobblestone set upon a beige void. His shop, with its black and white checkers and the bright red seats would become the only novelty in that ocean of drab. But life also came in phases. R

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The wildest thing about being high level was that quest mobs became groceries. Ever since he learned that he could, in fact, cook monsters - it was off to the races. Slimes had a cool minty flavor. Snakes tasted like chicken. Hell, even spiders just tasted like creepy lobster. But there was one above them all. One ingredient so decadent that it was always incredibly hard to source. Dragons. Luckily there just so happened to be a long and kinda annoying quest chain completely lousy with them. Oscar could fill his larder and clear some uncompleted quests from his log. Win. Fucking. Win

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ph Liquor of Light consumed +3 DMG Overhealth something I can't remember the name consumed - +15% HP Gungnir's Shard (T4 Mit Feast) consumed - +60 MIT Wulf Feast Consumed - +2 ACC, +2 EVA Used Dote Used Probio Bialas Totem activated Oscar | HP: 1056/1056 | EN: 128/128 | DMG: 26 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA | PHASE | BIALAS | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:5 | DOTE | PROBIO

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Thread Summary 69 Nice Oscar | [Word Count: 10322/10 = 1032.2] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Exp Bonus: 0.2] (m. slime farm + search bonus) = 12386 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 14057 col Transcript

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Someone had left a trail. Wanted to be found. Oscar didn't have time to consider the implications of that. And they really didn't matter. Much as he didn't want to do anything that this floor had wanted him to, he didn't have a voice. The boss needed to be defeated so that they could move on. He would simply have to hope that everyone was prepared for whatever horrors they witnessed. The trail stopped cold at a rock face jutting out of the ground. But there they were. The Doors. "Alright, in and out. Quick 5 minute murder adventure," Oscar said as he pushed the doors open. He discarded h

If it had been a dark offering that had summoned the storm and these creatures, perhaps one of a different sort would light the way. Oscar grabbed another torch and tossed it into a pile of oil-drenched netting. The smell of rotting fish filled the air as the fire took hold. It burned quickly, engulfing the town and and its structures almost immediately. And he heard it - a chorus of pained screeches that rose up unto the heavens. The town was turned into an inferno, flames rising skyward and lighting up the area. And it spread, igniting a trail of flotsam and debris that moved off in one dire

Whatever the creatures were, they hated the light. He held the torch aloft as he investigated the buildings. Brain suckers cascaded down from the ceiling in response. Some fell into the flame, igniting and falling to the floor like raining meteors. Oscar hadn't realized how infested these buildings were. Like cockroaches, hiding in cracks and corners and crevices. He stepped back outside. Wouldn't the doors be more imposing? Surely they wouldn't be hidden in a small hamlet like this. He looked around and wracked his brain. He thought of that scene of sacrifice. Why would it be shown to him if

His investigation turned up little. But surely he wouldn't be pointed in this direction if he wasn't meant to be here. It was slow going. Oscar had to check every awning, every board, every door frame for more of those brain suckers. He found a few, lurking in the corners in wait for a new victim. More than a few had launched themselves at his head. But their trick would only work on Oscar once. And they seemed to have an aversion to fire. At one point, one had lunged at him as he entered a building. With the sudden presence at the center of his vision, Oscar stumbled backwards towards a nearb

His destination almost snuck up on him. Skidding to another stop, Oscar found himself in a small fishing hamlet. Like the rest of the floor, it was abandoned. Signs hung, half hooked upon the their mounts. They filled the air with a high-pitched squeaking noise as they fluttered precariously in the wind. Doors hung off of their hinges, revealing nothing be inky blackness in the structures they'd once hung from. But there were torches plunged into the ground all around him. Fresh, new. Vibrant. As if someone had only just been here. He walked through the streets, his eyes passing over over-turn

Oscar suddenly went sprawling to the ground, his foot having caught on something large and heavy. Another treasure chest. He let out a heavy sigh, realizing that there was a potential for another huge brawl. Despite everything, he felt that he was at the end. Just one more push, just a few more moments of sprinting through the darkness. This floor was surprisingly large. He'd run for minutes straight and still had yet to arrive at his destination. At the speeds he maneuvered, that was an incredible distance. Still, in the distance, he could see the torch lights looming larger. But he couldn't