Oscar

At long last, everything was in place. Weeks, months of preparation had finally come to fruition. Experimentation through what was and was not possible through the System. Sailing the uncharted water of Cardinal's grace. What it would allow its prisoners to accomplish. Just how far could Oscar push its bounds? Really, the hardest part was clipping an entire Airship through a tiny Teleportation Platform. It hung in wait in the skies above, waiting for its moment to shine. Arrayed before him was an outdoor cooking apparatus as chaotic as it was eclectic. A massive, house-sized coo

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"Oh honey," Oscar drawled, placing his hand over hers. "Totally pro bono." She spoke of the tragedies. The children on the streets and the lives they were supposed to lead. And it was tragic. Oscar's circumstance was one in a million, lightning striking twice. And she spoke of the light. All of the good things he'd carved out for himself. The lives he touched. The people he'd helped. And it felt good to have someone recognize that. But there was something off about the way she spoke. Only of the things he did in the light. The side of the coin that faced the sun. But they were all only ha

Oscar was entirely distracted by the music off in the distance. When the melodies gave way to a blistering rap number, Oscar was pulled entirely out of the fight. First off, he had no idea that Lysette was bilingual. And second, he couldn't have imagined for one second that she would be able to get down like that. He watched the entire number from afar, equal parts impressive and utterly shocked. He was only vaguely aware of Belregor's presence - and thus his own responsibility attack. Without pulling his eyes away from the stage in the distance, Oscar swung randomly where he assumed the big f

It was touching, hearing Lessa’s heartfelt confession. Oscar couldn’t really think of a time when someone had been so candid about their real life. It was easy to forget - even for him - that this wasn’t real. It was all binary, electric impulses from their real bodies that informed their actions here. But what was real were the connections. The friends made, lovers taken, enemies dead at his feet. Barring the latter, he was grateful for every single one. Oscar nodded along, listening intently. It was a struggle of course. The last time he bade her to let it out, he wound up with a sword in hi

"You know, I would really appreciate if we didn't discuss my sex life in mixed company," Oscar said flatly. "And I would really appreciate it if we didn't antagonize my friends." Oscar wound his arm around Mari's shoulder, giving her a tight squeeze. God, she was a brat. But, he supposed that's what made her, her. Lysette looked horrified and Abellio was beet red. He'd only just managed to soothe the tempers and there she went lighting the fire again. Fitting, considering the floor we were on. "So I take it your dangerous and bloody boy toy is a red head?" He smirked, chuckling a bit at t

It was still tense, but things were more workable now. Oscar gave Mari a smile. Truth be told, it was 100 grand that Oscar would have been happy to pay. Beyond the goofs and gaffes and the murderous control, Oscar was a romantic at heart. It was so fun watching the two slowly become ever more entwined. If he lost the bet at this exact moment, he wouldn't have been upset. But he would have been disappointed with the fact that he didn't get to witness the blooming stretch out. People, he found, were his favorite show. "I've made a point to teach both of you a lot of things," Oscar sai

"Whoa there Seabiscuit," Oscar said as he rushed forward. His words were not meant to chastise Mari, but Lysette. Mari would be the same firecracker she always was. Abellio would probably be too stupid to notice. But Lysette had a nasty habit of losing her composure. A knee jerk reaction. She probably wouldn't even realize her spear was just inches away from Mari's neck, ready to catch her on the turn around. Not until Oscar parried the blow bare-handed, slapping the flat of the spearhead up and off its deadly trajectory. "Fair being fair, I think we can agree it's a perfectly reasonable

Oscar ripped himself out of his unconscious darkness. Like ripping off a band aid. It was sudden, jarring, overwhelming. The sun was too bright. The smell and taste of the salt air turned his stomach. The sound of waves, of gulls, thundered in his ears. He felt himself floating, rising and falling like a buoy as he laid outstretched upon the surface of the ocean. His head pounded, the taste of bile searing in his throat. He could recall nothing of how he got here. Not that he had the ability to make that synaptic connect in the first place. His body contradicted itself. Ached, but re

Oscar nodded along. It was good that Mari had her support system, all working to push her in the right direction. But Oscar, of course, had confidence enough to share. He'd be hard pressed to find a woman with as much grit and determination as she did. It was something that he knew quite intimately. "You won't die," Oscar said. "We'll get you kitted out. And even if we didn't, you have this in the bag." Oscar did two things in quick succession. First, he opened his menu. As he navigated through the windows, he quickly dispatched another group of slugs. "It's my super extra special cu

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