Oscar

Though Aincrad vexed him when it came to feeling the effects of his beverage of choice, there still wasn't much that compared to the smooth taste of a cup of black coffee. It was one of the few pleasures that he just couldn't quit. His favorite spot was a quaint cafe on Floor Two. It sat nestled between a flower shop and a bakery. The sweet aroma of honeysuckle blended with the smell of fresh-baked bread, which only served to heighten his enjoyment. He sat at a small table in the shade of a large oak tree, calmly sipping his coffee as he looked at nothing in particular. It afforded Oscar the r

"Other references not suitable for a PG audience?" Oscar snorted at that. "If only, man. I just broke it off with a girl I met here. You know, typical edgy anti-PKer bullshit." Oscar was cognizant enough to know what he was. Keeping everyone at arm's length except for a few select people would keep the larger whole safe. Or so they had convinced him in the comic books. "In any case, they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but honestly I just haven't been in the mood." Wild hedonism and Oscar mixed about as well as oil and water. He'd rather make jokes at hi

"Good man," Oscar said. As far as Oscar could see, there was some strong potential in this Player. Potential that could be tapped assuming Oji could work past his very obvious hang-ups. After all, why would someone leave town and venture this deep into the woods without a weaponskill if there wasn't some dark skeletons in their mental closet? Of all the Players Oscar had met who had done such a thing, they all had one thing in common: severe mental hang-ups. Ceres - for as much as Oscar liked her - had been about as needy as a toddler. Shiina, a monstrous force as far as supports went, w

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As Oscar waited for his order to be completed, he was almost worried something would go wrong at the last moment. Perhaps an errant stroke of the hammer or a fumble on the quench would render all of his work gathering those items together a waste. Almost worried, though. If Oscar needed equipment made, he went to Macradon first for a reason. The man's work was without equal. And this was proven when he returned with Oscar's new weapon and his upgraded armor. A slight smile crossed Oscar's face as he paid the man for his efforts and made his exit. Kyūketsuki acquired Tactical Under Armor

Crafting on 11/8/21 <<Gungnir's Shard>> Crafter's Respite used

Oscar watched the scene with between the NPCs and the woman while listening to Freyd's greeting. As she retreated, he heard Freyd say "We get to beat her up later." Oscar snorted, and shook his head. "Beat her up or...?" He let the question hang, chuckling as he approached the Captain. "Sup," Oscar said, the disinterest thick in his voice. On cue, the NPC began to begin his long diatribe about whatever nonsense they were there to solve. He just droned on and on about Lilith this and Lilith that. Frankly, two sentences in Oscar was already very much Team Lilith. But the quest wouldn't give him

"I seriously owe you for this Oscar, thanks for saving me." "No you don't," Oscar replied curtly, almost. "Decency doesn't deserve thanks and I don't have time for life-debts. Just be more mindful in the future and we'll call it square." He shoved his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes and ears sharp in case these mobs had a quick respawn timer. A silence passed between them as Oji stood up and checked his HUD, presumably still intent on finishing this quest. Good man, Oscar thought. Keep on trucking after almost dying. This game won't be taking you anytime soon. Oscar had put Oj

The man's latest identification haul from Freyd's shop had led him directly to Macradon's doorstep. He stepped inside the familiar forge and produced three different weapons. In and of themselves, they didn't appear to be anything special. Indeed, they weren't. But after a peerless Blacksmith worked their magic on them. It would create a weapon that was an absolute gamechanger. After gingerly placing the items on the counter, Oscar waited patiently for the Grandmaster Blacksmith to appear behind it. Today would be a fun day for the both of them. While he was here, Oscar decided it best to go a

"Word," came Oscar's reply. A quick and inelegant acknowledgement; the verbal equivalent of the nod Oscar would have given the man if he'd had the time to turn and face him. The boars had other ideas and monopolized his attention. Despite his training and the enhancements on his equipment, Oscar couldn't check out completely from a fight like this. Though he had approached this fight as if this whole situation had been the most routine of farming runs, Oscar was still very much aware that his execution needed to be above reproach. A mere ten seconds ago, a man very nearly lost his life and Osc

Now that Oscar had a firm grip on the situation, he was able to breathe just a bit easier. His recent build adjustment made situations such as this much easier to get a grasp on, which allowed him to simply focus on the combat. He wouldn't admit it, but he hadn't actually gotten into a fight since Cardinal shifted the Sword Arts around. It would seem he had a bit more freedom in how he attacked now. Rather than the System putting him on rails, he was able to attack as he pleased. That certainly made things interesting. When it came to combat, Oscar preferred pure, unrelenting punishment u

Cull of the Dead Since the new Quests came out, Oscar really hadn't paid any of them much mind at all. It wasn't until he looked at one of the new TECHs in his Sword Art list and saw that it was locked behind a quest that he even bothered. Nowadays, though, Oscar wasn't one to embark on quests by his lonesome. He'd already put in his hours as a Solo Player getting himself up to Raid-ready. He very much detested the idea of flying solo on a quest again. Well, that and quests were so much more boring if he didn't have someone to wreck up the place with. In the spirit of wrecking up the plac

Why can't I hold all these swords? Black Iron Dungeon had, indeed, been profitable. Of course, the only issue with that was he needed a merchant to identify all of his loot. And that's where Oscar's best buddy Freyd came into the picture. Since his poor showing at the Raid, Oscar had spent many a day dreaming of calling Comcast Customer Support and threatening to slap them with a lawsuit. More for the embarrassment than any actual threat it had posed to his life. In any case, Oscar dashed into Freyd's shop and dropped his stuff on the counter. Then, he placed a vial of goo on top of the pile g

This is annoying, Oscar thought as he put the city in his rear-view. How, exactly, was he meant to find one specific guy in some far-flung corner of the Floor? He didn't even know if he was on the right track. There were about a million different paths one could take once they were out of the city proper. It would almost take searching under every rock and behind every blade of grass. He stopped cold, swearing under his breath. I'm an idiot, he mused to himself. Dark eyes flashed gold as he activated his Searching skill. He'd never met this Player before, but he would be able t

Crafting on 10/30/21 Using <<Gungnir's Shard>> Crafter's Respite

Filling <<Gungnir's Shard>> 10/30/21 Crafts 11/8 Crafts

Despite Oscar's attempts to distance himself from the life he'd built on the first Floor, he inexorably found himself drawn back here. He knew that as soon as his former protégé rallied from the damage that he and Firm Anima had dealt to his organization, the boy would be back with a vengeance. Nevertheless, he had commitments here that he couldn't suddenly drop. Chief among them was his work with the orphanage. Somehow, he had gone from merely making a meal for them once or twice a week to completely bankrolling the operation. Which was fine. He had more Col than he knew how to spend and the

Oscar doesn't have sexy reaction images, but he's in.

With Oscar’s goodbye delivered to possibly the most important person in his life, the rest of them would be comparatively easier. That’s not to say any of them would be easy. The ties that bound his current self to the old needed to be cut if he had any hope of doing what needed to be done. All of his other comrades were unwilling or unable to properly deal with the murderers that stalked the fringes of Aincrad unless they were directly threatened by them. Oscar couldn’t fault them for it. A fight for survival was much more palatable than a war of extermination. He didn’t have to worry over th

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I suppose there’s no time like the present, Oscar thought. He gathered up his Crystals and rose from his seat. His face bore a somber expression. Letting go was never easy. But Oscar was fully committed to his path and his friends couldn’t follow him. He knew that. But he didn’t want their last memories of him to be stained. It was inherently selfish, but he wasn’t going to apologize for it. One Crystal remained clenched in his hand as he made his way downstairs from his office. The house was usually well-lit and welcoming. Not so today. Not a single light in the entire manor was on. The

Oscar had not wanted this day to come. He’d been putting it off for quite some time, in fact. Perhaps he clung to some hope that everything would eventually go back to normal once the Player-Killer threat was dealt with. His old circles would welcome him back with open arms and forget the list of names he’d personally carved into the Monument. It was a foolish thought. It wasn’t that he thought himself unworthy. He just knew how people were. There were those that would attempt to forgive him. They would try their damnedest to look past it all. But, invariably, their perception of him would be

How had things become so complicated? He'd finally managed to ditch his shadow and yet he couldn't exactly move freely. Quite the opposite, actually. Oscar's old haunts were off limits until this whole ordeal he'd gotten himself stuck in was over. That being said, Oscar wasn't exactly the type to sit around and wait for the hammer to drop. Having fundamentally changed his appearance and purging his contact list of anyone he couldn't trust explicitly, it wouldn't be a simple task to find him. And after the skirmish on Floor 13, somehow Oscar doubted they had enough dudes to throw at him at this

Using Asgard's Finery - Obtained here. Reroll ID - 198684, LD10 Freeze selected Using Equipment Change Ticket

It didn't take long for Macradon to fill Oscar's order. Radiance rolled off of the two weapons, light driving up to the ceiling and cascading down the walls. The myriad weapons within the smithy glinted in the light, resulting in a dazzling spectacle that would could not be contained within its four walls. Shafts of light spilled through the windows and onto the street outside, garnering the attention of spectators. Slowly, the light ebbed away. Oscar blinked as the room dimmed, not having been spared from the sheer, face-melting display through his aviators. Eventually, his eyes adjusted and