Oscar

Between all of his obligations, it was a wonder that Oscar had the time to devote himself to such pursuits. The Orphanage, his shop, any social calls one of his many confidants required of him. It was a wonder he had time to sleep. Much less check in on someone with an odd fashion sense. Maybe I should hire a secretary, he wondered as he walked from his comfortable, tucked-away section of the Town of Beginnings towards the central square. It was unusual for him to simply take a stroll through the town. He kept the NPC merchants paid with how liberally he used Teleportation Crystals to sha

"Oh for sure. That was just a goof ice cream," Oscar said brightly. "I like to play sky pirates. Honestly I was really riskin' it for the biscuit to make that shit happen." Had it been a risk to target the teleport platform? Maybe? Oscar didn't really know. Did fall damage occur in safe zones. Even if he did go splat against the wall, it was a coin flip as to whether the system would have calculated damage. But more important than that, there was a lion what needed to be kill. Oscar rushed forth, brandishing his weapon. Rather than go for the ol' slice-n-dice, Oscar bonked the cat on th

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The shop had become something of a bustling enterprise as of late. Ever since Oscar had ceased charging for food, it seemed as if every evening was spent serving the entirety of the entirety of Aincrad. Every seat was packed at dinner time. The cacophony of voices filled the air, the din heard plainly over the chaos that was Oscar's kitchen. The man looked out of place. Dressed more as a butler than a cook at a diner. But it was all part of the experience. His patrons found it a source of endless entertainment to watch a man in slacks and a dress shirt toiling away over a grill. They took bets

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It was a weird place to have a tournament indeed. Everyone seemed to be chanting some strange entity's name. There were even dark-robed cultists in the front row of the arena. Which was weird, because didn't cultists tend to go to dark and dreary places? Why would they be standing out in a sun-lit meadow? Oscar looked around, taking in the scenery and enjoying the way the flowers swayed in the breeze all around them. It was nice, but it didn't fit the motif. If Oscar and Morningstar fought too hard, wouldn't the flowers be damaged? There was a crack of thunder and the scene shifted. Dark

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Oscar made no effort to brace against the attack. He wouldn't show any opponent the disrespect of not taking them seriously. No, he would treat them just as he would any other human opponent. It would be a disservice to the both of them if he feigned pain or fear at the end of another's blade. And so, as his opponent managed to push through their triggered trap, he casually leaned to the side at the final moment. The maneuver allowed him to avoid the brunt of the attack, only barely scraping by with a slight amount of damage. A smile crept onto his face as <<Divine Rancor>> manifes

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