Oscar

ph

fuckfuckfuck

imma die b4 I get this skill s2g

fuck.

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 need to kill it too quickly!"

Not that that would be a problem. The two of them wouldn't be able to overcome its durability. Twisting his wrist to adjust his grip, he reconsidered.

"Actually, get his ass. You both could use the practice."
 

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 creature was programmed to go after the weakest until Hate had been established. Oscar broke off into a sprint, putting distance between himself and his companions. He spun on his heels, running backwards with one eye on his newbies and one eye on the find.

"Yo! Shark cunt! Over here!"

At the last moment, the fin swerved. The beast broke from the sands and entered into a mad dash towards Oscar. "On you two!"

"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 by the time of day. Whatever had brought her do his door could wait until morning. Though that wasn't to say that Mari didn't have a parting shot left in her.

"So when's Cordelia joining us?"

And that was all Oscar could think about in those final seconds before he drifted off to slumber. She might have riled him up again, had the the energy to do much more than breathe and keep his arm firmly clasped against her. It was a fun thought, but he doubted it would come to fruition. Not in the least because Oscar was a completely different person - a completely different lover - with Cordelia.

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The morning brought with it the sizzling of a skillet. Mari sat at the island in his kitchen, watching him work. They didn't talk much about the night before. But did they really even need to? Both of them were adults. They didn't need to be embarrassed about it like a couple of giggling schoolgirls. But it had been some time since he'd made breakfast for someone. His trysts usually got what they wanted and disappeared before dawn. They didn't ask. He didn't offer. Merely enjoyed one another's company and parted ways. Sometimes there would be repeat visits. Sometimes not. But the chef inside Oscar was happy to make food for someone. It was a different sort of pleasure. A little more genuine, a lot less carnal.

Mari finally broke the silence. There was a strange expression on her face. Not quite regret. Remorse maybe? He listened to her speak, plating an omelette and sliding it across his granite countertop towards her. A cup of coffee followed soon after before he busied himself with his own meal. He'd misread her intentions. That was a disconcerting thought. She'd wanted to talk and he had made that particularly impossible. At the very least, now sobered up, they would be able to be productive with it.

"Sorry," Oscar said simply. "You just showed up in the middle of the night and I assumed." He cracked two eggs into the pan, busying himself with their needed attention. "But maybe you should get frustrated more often. Damn indeed."

“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 to give them both the brightest smile.

The three departed from Oscar’s shop. Though not without his insistence that she finish her food. Lydia didn’t have much of an appetite at this point, but there was something about Oscar’s tone of voice that wouldn’t accept any backtalk.

She was starting to understand exactly how he got down.

The three wound through the alley after she had finished, heading for the teleportation plaza. She’d never teleported before. Lydia had remained safely on this floor and in this town. As she stepped onto that square platform, she didn’t know what to expect. But Oscar joined her and so did Abellio.

“FORTALEZA!”

Oscar’s voice boomed through the square. Beneath her feet, inlaid runs began to shine. Light bleeding, tracing along the glyphs as the ground beneath her feet began to vibrate. Her heartbeat quickened and she looked between the two men who, again and very frustratingly, didn’t seem to be bothered by the events in the slightest. A bright flash of light overtook her senses and she found herself launched through space. The sudden acceleration twisted her stomach.

It ended as abruptly as it began. She felt the heat first. Heard the wind. The rustling of infinite grains of sand. Opening her eyes, she saw the town arrayed before her. It reminded her of Aladdin, with its brightly colored stalls and buildings bleached white by the sun and the sand. But what really struck her was the heat. It weighed down upon her shoulders, forcing the air from her lungs.

On 7/1/2025 at 10:03 AM, Rencesvals said:

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Straight Sword R5
Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Precision (2 SP), Focus (4 SP), Stamina (4 sp)
SP Refunded: 40
Cost: 40k

2 hours ago, Baldur said:

Skill(s) Being Dropped: None
Mod(s)/Addon(s)/Shift(s) Being Dropped: Night Vision
SP Incurred Towards Limit: 3/50
SP Refunded: 3
Cost: 3000

“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 it for you both too.”

Lydia didn’t really have much to say. Oscar might as well have been speaking a different language. She didn’t understand anything he said after ‘Floor Five.’ She wasn’t a gamer. So all this talk of experience and skills just flew straight over her head. But still, she nodded along politely since Abellio was still locked in mortal combat with his cheeseburger.

“Are you sure it would be safe for me on Floor Five?”

Oscar nodded confidently as he drained the contents of a small glass vial. “Oh absolutely. Monsters are really only going to attack me.”

Lydia tilted her head to the side, giving the man a puzzled look. “Oh? Why’s that?’

“There’s this concept called ‘Hate.’ And I’m not gonna get into the particulars but basically if I have more of it than either of you do, the monsters literally are forced to hit me. And since they can’t do any damage to me, all you guys need to do is not get any hate and…”

“There’s no danger?”

“Bingo.”

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 consistent in their own life? She turned to Abellio. She could almost see the waves of energy rippling off of him as he waved to and fro in his stool.

“So who is this guy,” she whispered as she leaned over. She didn’t really trust either of them, but Abellio was the closest thing to a lifeline she had.

“Oh, Oscar’s one of the Frontliners. He’s a fuckin’ badass. Saved me from some guys that were baiting people into getting killed by a high level boss. Took that thing’s spear to the chest like it was nothing.”

Lydia tilted her head to the side, slowly looking towards the back of the house where Oscar. Her eyes bored into his back for a moment until she noticed that Abellio had stopped vibrating. His back had suddenly stiffened and he swiveled his head to look down at her.

“He was right though. I’m not exactly a big picture dude. I didn’t realize it coulda come off as creepy,” Abellio said. “I just sorta do things, y’know? I hope you’re not uncomfy. Really. I can totally walk you back to the square if you’d like to go your own way.”

Lydia exhaled softly. Maybe she was just being paranoid. And judgemental. Abellio wasn’t nearly as dumb as she had begun to think that he was. Just… impulsive. She lifted her hand, patting him on the arm as she offered the most comforting smile she could muster.

“No, it’s okay. But thank you,” she said. “I’m committed. And I’m really curious to see a Frontliner in action.”

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, but he did strike her as the type to throw down if he needed to.

“Where are we going?”

Her voice was weaker than she would have liked. But she was so far out of her comfort zone, she couldn’t even see the light anymore.

“Oh, I know a guy,” Abellio said. “Totally owes me a solid. Figure he can help us out!”

That wasn’t at all a helpful answer. Eventually, they came to a pair of run-down buildings. One with a glass door and the other with a wide glass window. Abellio tugged her towards the former, throwing open the door and pulling her inside.

“OSCAR MY MAN! I NEED HELP WITH A QUEST!”

The inside did not match the outside. The raggedy exterior definitely covered the gem within. The floors of black and white checkerboard, polished to a shine. The red leather booths, stools assembled before a bar that reminded her of the golden age of Rock n’ Roll. There was even an old-timey jukebox in the corner blasting AC/DC's Highway to Hell. People often liked to depict heaven as a diner and maybe they were right. 

To her, this could very well be heaven.

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 from the way Raids usually were. They oppressive anxiety. The pins and the needles and worrying about what was coming.

But the Floor had already cashed that check. Crushed him under the weight of his own worries. Or, at the very least, did its best to. So he had nothing left. His reaction as the boss rose from The Black was no reaction at all. A deadpan stare as his eyes fell upon the trio of health bars. No awe. No moment of concern as the boss went through its first attempts to intimidate. Nothing. Nothing but-

"Ah shit, here we go again."

Oscar cocked his arm back and launched his weapon at Belregor. The blade spun horizontally, slicing through the air like a sawblade before getting stuck fast in the groove just beneath the bottom edge of the boss's helm. He couldn't even muster the care to actually walk towards the boss. Oscar flicked his wrist and the blade disappeared in a flash of light only to reappear in his hand. He'd done his part, for all the good it did.

6 hours ago, Simmone said:

7/7/25

Lynn | AA

ID:245149c (T4/Weapon/Demonic)
	BD:	CD:	LD:
247267	6	3	2	Taunt/Keen
247268	7	11	14	Damage/Accuracy
247269	10	11	15	Absolute Accuracy/Phase
247270	9	5	3	Taunt/Keen

Reroll (Freebie) Slot #1

247271

9

12

14

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 1 | Slot #1

247272

4

8

1

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #1

247273

4

10

14

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 2 | Slot #1

247274

3

7

17

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 3 | Slot #1

247275

1

5

3

Taunt/Keen

Reroll 4 | Slot #1

247276

1

7

11

Bleed/Paralyze

= AA, ACC 3

 

Name:	Light of Solei - Helios
Profession:	Merchant
Rank:	5
Roll ID:	245149c
Roll Result:	See Above
Item Type:	Dagger
Tier:	Tierless
Quality:	Demonic
Enhancements:	AA, ACC 3
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A rather simple looking knife with a yellow tinted solarite blade, a bit thicker then most at the hilt and far up the blade. Its classifed as a Roman Pugio, albeit a lot more regal. It seems fitted to slot easily on a belt or up a sleeve. Stylish and functional, in a pinch.

 

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Majineko | Phase

 

ID:245342a (T4/Weapon/Demonic)
	BD:	CD:	LD:
247310	10	11	15	Absolute Accuracy/Phase
247311	6	8	14	Damage/Accuracy
247312	7	7	11	Bleed/Paralyze
247313	8	11	17	Damage/Accuracy

Reroll (Freebie) Slot #2

247314

3

9

13

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll 1 | Slot #4

247315

8

7

6

Taunt/Keen

Reroll 2 | Slot #4

247316

3

8

12

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll Redo Slot #4

247317

9

2

17

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 3 | Slot #4

247318

1

11

10

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll Redo Slot #4

247319

2

10

2

Taunt/Keen

Reroll 4 | Slot #4

247320

6

9

16

Damage/Accuracy

 

 

Name:	Fortuna's Nails - Majin
Profession:	Merchant
Rank:	5
Roll ID:	245342a
Roll Result:	See Above
Item Type:	Claws
Tier:	4
Quality:	Demonic
Enhancements:	Phase, Bleed 2, ACC 1
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A specially created pair of almost iron looking nails, one for every finger that easily double as claws, a little thin and round to be considered human and more feline. The things are absurdly sharp and seem to have no issue appearing in and out of your inventory on demand. Cat Scratch Fever? More like Cat Scratch Reaver :3

 

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Razor (AKA EVIL YUKI) | BRN 1 | STC 1 | ENVO 1

BRN 1 | ENVO 1

ID:202363e (T4/Weapon/Demonic)
	BD:	CD:	LD:
247139	2	3	9	Bleed/Paralyze
247140	8	4	13	Bleed/Paralyze
247141	10	6	7	Freeze/Burn
247142	8	9	20	Damage/Accuracy

Reroll (Freebie) Slot #4

247143

6

4

8

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll Redo Slot #4

247144

7

6

19

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 1 | Slot #4

247145

4

1

19

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 2 | Slot #4

247146

3

12

1

Taunt/Keen

Reroll 3 | Slot #4

247147

10

12

12

Vampiric (Offensive)/Envenom (Offensive)

Reroll 4 | Slot #1

247148

10

7

2

Paralytic Venom (Offensive)/Blight

+ 1 Gleaming Scale, 1 Demonic Shard (Moving Slot #1 Static from 245342f to Slot #1 202363e)

 

ID:245342f (T4/Weapon/Demonic)
	BD:	CD:	LD:
247376	10	12	19	Frostbite/Static
247377	9	2	19	Damage/Accuracy
247378	1	7	1	Taunt/Keen
247379	7	1	4	Taunt/Keen

Reroll (Freebie) Slot #2

247380

10

3

1

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #2

247381

6

6

6

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #2

247382

8

11

14

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 1 | Slot #2

247383

1

9

7

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll 2 | Slot #2

247384

10

4

4

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #2

247385

7

9

5

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #2

247386

3

8

20

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 3 | Slot #2

247387

5

2

15

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 4 | Slot #2

247388

6

2

18

Damage/Accuracy

=

 

Name:	Slant of Kirk
Profession:	Merchant
Rank:	5
Roll ID:	See Above
Roll Result:	See Above
Item Type:	Curved Sword
Tier:	4
Quality:	Demonic
Enhancements:	Bleed 1, Static 1, Envenom Offensive 1, Burn 1
Post Link:	Here
Description:	This jagged slab of metal is slightly bent, and doused in all manner of problematic fluids. Not exactly the best thing to get a clean cut, and is more then likely going to get imbeded into anything it tries to. Its at least heavy enough, if you want to club someone to death with it. Weird.

 

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Mirianna | FRZ 1 | FRZ 1 | FRB 1 | FRB 1

 

ID:245342c (T4/Weapon/Demonic)
	BD:	CD:	LD:
247331	2	2	15	Damage/Accuracy
247332	7	5	7	Bleed/Paralyze
247333	5	10	17	Damage/Accuracy
247334	8	5	7	Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll (Freebie) Slot #1

247335

6

11

3

Taunt/Keen

Reroll 1 | Slot #1

247336

1

9

2

Taunt/Keen

Reroll 2 | Slot #1

247337

3

10

12

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll Redo Slot #1

247338

4

10

12

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll Redo Slot #1

247339

4

12

8

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll Redo Slot #1

247340

6

5

5

Taunt/Keen

Reroll 3 | Slot #1

247341

4

6

16

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 4 | Slot #1

247342

10

12

10

Freeze/Burn

+ 1 Gleaming Scale (Moving Freeze Slot #1 from 245342c to 202716o Slot #1, Slot #4 disappears as it becomes perfect due to no Demonic Shard)

ID:202716o (T4/Weapon/Demonic)
	BD:	CD:	LD:
247160	1	10	2	Taunt/Keen
247161	2	2	4	Taunt/Keen
247162	10	12	19	Frostbite/Static
247163	3	6	20	Damage/Accuracy

Reroll (Freebie) Slot #4

247164

8

9

15

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 1 | Slot #4

247165

10

2

2

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #4

247166

7

1

12

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll 2 | Slot #4

247167

4

3

20

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 3 | Slot #4

247168

5

1

6

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #4

247169

8

6

4

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #4

247170

2

4

17

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 4 | Slot #4

247171

2

5

17

Damage/Accuracy

=
202716o T4/Perfect (Frostbite 1, Freeze 1, Keen 1)

ID:226611a (T4/Weapon/Demonic)
	BD:	CD:	LD:
247172	4	11	7	Bleed/Paralyze
247173	7	7	1	Taunt/Keen
247174	9	9	12	Bleed/Paralyze
247175	6	11	3	Taunt/Keen

Reroll (Freebie) Slot #1

 

247176

8

1

1

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #1

247177

2

7

1

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #1

247178

3

3

12

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll 1 | Slot #1

247179

10

12

18

Frostbite/Static

Reroll 2 | Slot #3

247180

7

10

9

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll 3 | Slot #3

247181

10

1

8

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll 4 | Slot #3

247182

6

3

6

Taunt/Keen

Reroll Redo Slot #3

247183

7

11

18

Damage/Accuracy

+ 1 Gleaming Scale (Moving Slot #1 Frostbite 1 to 202716o Slot #3)

ID:226611e (T4/Weapon/Demonic)
	BD:	CD:	LD:
247227	4	2	1	Taunt/Keen
247228	8	9	5	Taunt/Keen
247229	7	10	6	Taunt/Keen
247230	5	4	8	Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll Redo Slot #3

247231

10

12

10

Freeze/Burn

Reroll (Freebie) Slot #4

247232

7

9

13

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll 1 | Slot #4

247233

1

4

19

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 2 | Slot #4

247234

7

1

16

Damage/Accuracy

Reroll 3 | Slot #4

247235

8

4

12

Bleed/Paralyze

Reroll 4 | Slot #4

247236

8

4

11

Bleed/Paralyze

+ 1 Gleaming Scale, 1 Demonic Shard (202716o made demonic, Moving Slot #3 Freeze to 202716o Slot #4) :

 

Name:	Pale thin of Ivory - Morana
Profession:	Merchant
Rank:	5
Roll ID:	See Above
Roll Result:	See Above
Item Type:	Rapier
Tier:	4
Quality:	Demonic
Enhancements:	Freeze 2, Frostbite 2
Post Link:	Here
Description:	A thin and elegant white metal blade that almost seems like silver. Its bitterly cold to the touch causing the wielder to almost be frozen the same, lowing their temperature just by owning it. Adorned with a single sapphire pommel, the potent frost will chill all your enemies to the bone and leave them in mortal agony. Only for a seriously sick individual.

Grand Totals:
11*Gleaming Shards
5*Demonic Shard
6*Mystic Essence
T4 Perfect (9) | 3040 x 9 = 27360
T4 Demonic (27) | 4320 x 27 = 116640
Reroll 1 | 36 x  1000 = 36000
Reroll 2 | 36 x 2000 = 72000
Reroll 3 | 36 x 4000 = 144000
Reroll 4 | 36 x 8000 = 288000
Junk Sale = 8 x 2860 (Demonic T4) = 22880 + 3 x 1900 (Perfect T4) = 5700 = -28580 Col
Col Total: 27360 + 116640 + 36000 + 72000 + 144000 + 288000 + -28580 = 655420

 

 

 

 

 

Approved. Welcome to SAO-RPG!

ph

It was late. Oscar had gone to sleep hours prior. He slumbered peacefully in his bed, dreaming of nothing in particular. The best kind of sleep. The one that transports you from dusk to dawn. The closest thing to time travel that humanity would ever achieve. And it came to him so very rarely. So when it was shattered by the loud drumming on his front door, he had to take a moment to look up at the ceiling. Each second that ticked away flared his temper. Each loud thud against his door crushed those broken echoes of slumber into a fine dust. Oscar had to take a moment to contain himself. Calm his rage.

And he just hoped whoever the fuck it was had a very good fucking reason to be bothering him this late.

Bare feet padded against the stone floor. Wearing simple pajama pants, Oscar didn’t even bother to throw on a shirt. Hopefully they would she his haphazard manner of dress and just get the memo. Rushing downstairs, he grappled against the lingering haze of his perfect, ruined rest. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he flung open his door. As he did, every light and lantern in the courtyard winked to life. The sudden bombardment of light caused him to wince and recoil.

He looked down with squinted eyes at Mari.

Oscar didn’t realize that she knew where he lived. 

A moment’s silence passed between them as his eyes adjusted. The gears in his mind began to turn. And as they did, he could really only come up with one reason why she was here this late.

And it was a good one.

He said nothing, merely reaching down and taking the bottle from her hand. He leered down at her over the rim of the bottle as he brought it to his lips. Oscar took a slow swig from the bottle, feeling the burn but nothing else before setting it down upon a table to the right of his door. Their last meeting had blossomed into something. A relationship of convenience? A mutual fulfillment of need. And he assumed that was what she sought now, disheveled and tipsy as she was. Oscar was more than happy to oblige.

He grasped her by the wrist and pulled her inside. In a quick motion, he kicked closed the door as he spun her round. Oscar pressed her back against the wall, lifting her to eye level. His hands held her hips, his body leveraged hers against the wall. His lips sought her neck, dipped lower. Nails dug into her flesh. If their last entanglement had taught him anything it was that she was a feast. The kind that you threw your everything into. The kind you could only approach when you were feral, ravenous, and starving. Lips collided, breathing caught. Passions flared and boiled over.

Against the wall.

And on the floor.

And over a table.

On the stairs.

A saturnalia of mutual satiation. One that contorted them both into impossible positions, that had them both engage with their darker impulses. Lose themselves in the carnal. And one that ended with her curled up beside him in bed, resting on his bare chest. Clothes had been abandoned… somewhere down the hall. Or in the foyer. He really didn’t know for certain.

Just like the fact that it was at this point Oscar still didn’t know for certain why she was here. 

He took a ragged breath, still struggling to refill his lungs. “So,” he said breathlessly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

7 minutes ago, KnightessCiela said:

New Item Crafts:

Savory Stuffed Hand Pie | Tierless Meal | EVA II | IDs: 247074, 247073
[desc.]A portable, hearty baked good filled with a mix of meats, vegetables, and cheese, wrapped in flaky pastry. Think of it like a more refined, fantasy-world Hot Pocket. Perfect as a full meal on the go!

Beastbread Banquet Loaf | Tierless Feast | EVA II | ID: 247075
[desc.]A colossal braided bread stuffed with layers of seasoned roast meat, roasted root vegetables, and sharp cheese, all sealed in a golden, herb-brushed crust. Each slice reveals a savory spiral of the feast within. Served hot on a wooden slab, it's meant to be shared, torn by hand at the table or sliced ceremoniously like a roast. 

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Items Used:

Tierless Uncommon Meal: 245904
Tierless Uncommon Meal: 245904-1
Tierless Uncommon Meal: 245905
Tierless Uncommon Meal: 245913

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Fusion Crafting:

Fusing 2 Uncommon Meals
[245904] + [245904-1] -> 1 Rare [247073]

Fusing 2 Uncommon Meals
[245905] + [245913] -> 1 Rare [247074]

Fusing 2 Rare Crafts
[247073] + [247074] -> 1 Rare Feast [247075]

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Crafting 7/6/25

The tides had retreated as quickly as they had drowned the Players in their deluge. Where there was once chaos, there was now simply the ever-present torrential rain. Rain and the chime of a message received. A summons. To the Edge of the Black. Oscar looked skyward, slicking back his hair as the rain fell upon his face in stinging drops. He was tired. And it was likely the rest of the raiders were too. Physical exhaustion was not something that could reach them here while they had bodies of data and code. But mental fatigue? It felt more profound. Trills of sensations rippled up his body as a result. In his lower back, his arms and his legs. Places where there should be the jagged pains of overworked muscles were simply annoying tingles. Echoes of feeling that should have been. He shifted his feet, trying to relieve the annoyance by stretching. But without muscles to actually tense and relax, there would be no relief.

Only irritation.

And that was fine.

A prodded Beast was more dangerous than a complacent one.

Oscar answered the call, finding his way through the gloom and the dread and the mud. The air was thick with stinging smoke. In the distance, the town burned. Abellio's handiwork, he was certain. Credit where it was due, Oscar would have never thought to burn the entire village down to stem the tide. But the boy hadn't disappeared from his contacts. That was good. Oscar hoped he had enough good sense to get the hell away.

This raid came without the pomp and the fanfare of the others. No massive double doors. No threshold to cross. It was open. Exposed. So the only logical conclusion was that the entire floor was the boss arena.

And would those that they had called to help be able to leave once the battle had begun?

It would need to be now, but he would need to hope they would see the sense in retreat. They didn't have the time to wrangle everyone.

As Oscar approached the group, a party invitation propagated upon his screen. Without even looking, Oscar confirmed his joining. Five green names turned blue in an instant. All familiar faces. All trusted comrades.

"Freyd," Oscar said simply in greeting. He was too tired to manage anything else. "Try to keep your HP above zero this time. Don't want a repeat of the last one."

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Consumables Used:

Gungnir's Shard - T4 MIT Feast (1/6 Used)
Gungnir's Shard Consumed (Freyd) - 2 ACC/2 EVA
(Filled)Azrael Dog Consumed - 3 Protein
Liquor of Light - +3 DMG
Tiger's Balm - 3 DOTE
Kumatetsu Totem Activated
Mega Slime Farm Used - Next use 8/5/25
<<Fighting Spirit Deactivated>>

Statblock: Oscar | HP: 980/980 | EN: 130/130 | DMG: 30 | MIT:127 | ACC:5 | PHASE | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | BH:54 | REC: 4 | HLY: 16 | BLI: 32/-20  | LD:5 | DOTE: 3/3                                                                                                                        

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 nature.

He settled into the motions, bearing down upon her as she lie back in the cool grass. His hands, familiar with the quickening waltz, roamed. There was fire in his touch - blazing, burning - searing echoes of himself into her skin. He followed her rhythm, every synapse raw as he filled his thoughts with her. Every hiss and moan and soft gasp informed his movements. Repeat the positive, avoid the negative. Listen, wait, respond.

Focus.

That was the only way Oscar knew. One-sided satisfaction was a failure. 

Time dilated. His thoughts consumed by the woman beneath him. Too tarnished? Too debased? Oscar might have laughed. What use did purity have? Especially in a moment like this. His hands moved to her waist, fingers gripping in the fabric of her shorts. He pulled back, lungs devoid of air. The only time he really found himself out of breath. The only thing her found himself passionate enough about to exert true effort. He smiled slightly, gazing down into her piercing blue eyes. Watching. Waiting. A flash of hesitation, a slight shake of her head. 

A final lifeline.

“You’re certain?”

"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 almost felt hypocritical. His nighttime activities were certainly more dangerous than what she was doing. But at the same time, Oscar had yet to find a PKer worth a damn at the game. He assumed he would eventually, but-

"If you go out fighting a Quest Mob or in the middle of a Raid, people would get it. It would suck. They would miss you. But they'd cope better than if you died doing something this dumb. I can definitely understand being hooked on the adrenaline. But damn, you could go get laid and accomplish the same thing."