Oscar

Oscar cocked an eyebrow. "Redemption, you say? You're finally going through with it?" That was significant. And it deserved proper reverence. It was a big step for her. Oscar had to bite back the gushing about how happy he was to hear it and just how big of a step he thought it was for her. He thought it was funny, though. All of the effort he spent charming her and he was losing his shit internally over her decision to rid herself of her Orange Cursor. He was probably beaming - and he merely shook his head. "Absolutely no need to apologize, Mari. You've got your own stuff going on.

Oscar had to psych himself up to brave the heat. It was true that Oscar would gladly step up and out for his friends. But it was equally true that he hated the heat. He didn't hate anything quite as viscerally as he hated the desert and volcano and humid jungle floors of this game. There was just something about them that felt just a bit too vivid. And all of this probably could have been avoided if he just wore a hat. It was a logical, pragmatic decision. Except- One had to suffer to look this good. So Oscar stepped off of the teleportation platform and sprinted to the meeting spot.

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Thread Summary Oscar | [Word Count: 5229/5 = 1045.8] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1] = 10458+5000+800 = 16258 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 1568 + 17000 col Abellio | [Word Count: 5229/5 = 1045.8] * [True Tier: 3] * [Group Factor: 1] = 3137+5000+800 = 8937 EXP, 17000 Col Lysette | [Word Count: 5229/5 = 1045.8] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2092+5000+800 = 7892 EXP, 17000 Col Warren | [Word Count: 5229/5 = 1045.8] * [True Tier: 2] * [Group Factor: 1] = 2092+5000+800 = 7892 EXP, 17000 Col All Participants Recieve Shore's Treasure x1 1 Mon 1 Token 2 Tokens to @Bistro

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Lysette and Abellio sat off a distance away from their little makeshift camp. They were side-by-side, staring off over the water. Their drinks were dug into the sand next to them, their lines dug into the sand between their feet. Just behind them was a cooler that Warren had let them borrow to store anything they caught. Both of them mirrored the other, leaning back on the hands as they watched the sun sink over the horizon. Lysette broke the silence with a small sigh. "This is nice," she said contentedly. A smirk flashed to her face as he head lolled to the side to look at Abellio. "So y

"I really hate your ass right now," Oscar said. He didn't. It was evidenced by the smile on his face. This was a bet he would lose every single time. Happily so. "And don't tell me what to do. You're lucky I wanna cook that mother fucker as badly as you want to eat it." And he was off. Like a bat out of hell, he sprinted towards the boss. His luck didn't favor him today, not a single critical hit to speak of. Of course, he was fine not taking the spotlight for once. Abellio and Lysette really brought it. Warren hadn't been a slouch either. Even cinched a mechanic when Oscar hadn

Clearly Oscar had missed something. And Warren's question got him thinking. Oscar's attention flicked between Lysette and Abellio. Even as the fight raged on, he noticed them stealing glances at the other with rose-tinted cheeks. For a moment, Oscar looked shocked. He'd missed a massive something. But a smile rose to his lips. He tilted his head to the side, his gaze narrowing as the gears began to turn in his mind. Whatever it was, it was new. Hell, they probably didn't even really realize what was happening. But it was cute. And Oscar was never one to begrudge someone their crushes. "Ca

Oscar really didn't like getting played. Even though it was obvious why Warren had called everyone out to the beach - and it had been obvious from the outset - it was a bitter pill to swallow. That a guy so detached from everything would be able to cut to the quick so easily really made him stop and think. And Oscar needed more of that. More accountability. It was easy to think of himself as the expert. But he wasn't. He was one of the experts. And this was just proof that he couldn't simply keep barreling through as he had been. Maybe if he'd paid just a bit more attention, he would have noti

Oscar looked across the way and was immediately filled with determination. He would have his talk with Abellio and he would make his apology to him - to all of them really - for his incredibly shitty behavior. But right now, all he wanted to do was kill that boss. And then cook that boss. "I'm not," Oscar said as he broke off in a jog towards the creature. This was already shaping up to be a great adventure. It had been a long-standing dream of his to cook a boss, but nothing was ever very appetizing. But a crab? Fuck. The. Hell. Yes. He skidded to a stop in

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The message came through just as Oscar was closing up shop for the day. It surprised him, Warren, taking the initiative to bring the "gang" back together. They weren't that close, but Oscar wasn't happy with the way he'd left things. Honestly, he had been a real dick over it. He could have stood to be a bit more understanding with Abellio's outburst. But, in the heat of the moment, even Oscar found himself a little tripped out by the rampage the kid was going on. No, that wasn't right. He hadn't spared the dude a second thought about how the whole ordeal impacted him. He was wro

It had gone on for long enough. Abellio was beating a dead horse at this point. Oscar had originally thought that this whole endeavor might help Abellio turn the page. Let it go. But he didn't realize how deep-seated it all was. How well Abellio could mask it. He strode forward and sliced his blade cleanly across the King's neck. In a shower of glass shards, the boss disappeared. Before him stood only Abellio. If looks could kill, the man's gaze would have sent his health bar plummeting straight to zero. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Oscar's answer came quickly, calmly. "Because you're

It was a surprisingly brutal maneuver from Abellio. Oscar was too goddamn young to be this goddamn nostalgic. But it didn't change matters any. It still reminded him of the first time that he had really clicked with the combat in this game. When he found that he could use the mobs to vent frustrations and deal with their mechanics with raw ultraviolence. He supposed that Cardinal wasn't prepared for people to be willing to brutalize the denizens of the game. That there would be some hesitation from most - if not all - of the Players. That they wouldn't really be like that. And it was a f

Oscar grinned as Abellio returned to the fight. The man was locked-in. His first fight and he was already performing feats of acrobatics that took Oscar longer than he would care to admit to learn were even possible. He leveled his blade with the boss, readying himself to strike. Two items were flung from his inventory - the Rhino's Horn and the Crystal of Divine Light. As he sliced through the air, the arc of his weapon would pass through both items. The Rhino's Horn imbuing him with more strength, the Crystal activating and empowering Divine Rancor's innate powers. The blade roared to life,

Well Abellio was certainly stuck in. Literally. The fight wasn’t off to the greatest of starts if his weapon was caught in the boss’s armor right as it was winding up its attack. This was personal for Abellio. It was obvious, at least to him. This boss carried a lot of trauma, as close encounters with death always did. And that was why Oscar was here, he surmised. A safety net. Aid so that Abellio wouldn’t have to face his demons alone. The closest thing to therapy Oscar had given anyone since he got trapped here. God knew that every single mother fucker here needed it. Except m

‘HEY OSCAR IT’S US!” The bell over the door to Oscar’s shop was drowned out by Abellio’s bellowing. Oscar turned his attention from the fryer to the door, smiling widely as he saw his two newest Guild mates walk into the restaurant. Oscar wiped his hands on a towel and stepped out from the back, leaning against the counter as they stepped up. “Well this is a nice surprise. What brings you two all the way out here?” Oscar had been rolling mostly solo for a while. Social calls had been few and far between. It was an odd feeling, he had to admit, to have people swinging by so often

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The boss switched weapons. Why was it always so much goddamn cooler when a boss did it? That was supposed to be Oscar's whole shtick. His Battle Ready inventory was full to bursting with swords and he hadn't had the opportunity to use a single one of them. It made him sad. Plus, there was no way that he was going to manage to look half as cool as Belregor if and when he pulled it off. It would be like he was aping the boss's shit instead of the other way around. Oscar threw his sword again, not able to really get it up for some huge ass duel. The weapon jammed Belregor right between

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