Oscar

Lag spike. Of course. It always happened in the middle of the boss raid. Flickers of static across his vision, frozen in place. It would be the death of him one of these days. But that wouldn't be today. Quickly recovering from the intermission, he flung his sword at Belregor once more. And once more he found it careening off of that black barrier in a shower of sparks and flying back in his direction. At least, it didn't make a unicorn horn this time. His blade sank into his leg. With a soft grunt, Oscar wrenched the blade free. When was this fight going to be over? It seemed as if it was las

"Well don't you look dapper?" As if he stepped straight from the aether, Oscar appeared at Night's side. He looked her up and down, a small grin of satisfaction in his face. Truth be told, he could barely contain his excitement. His experiments with what Cardinal did or didn't allow had borne much fruit. The man loomed over her, trying his best not to sway to and fro as they waited at the dock. His pet project had not yet arrived. Final tests and all that. The sun was setting on the horizon, shadows lengthened as the skyport was awash in the deepest orange. He looked around, scanning the

Oscar was a simple man. Was it too much to ask to cook a building-sized crab and throw a party for his friends without some child throwing a tantrum? Even over the clamor, Corvo's voice was clear as day. Oscar's head pivoted in the man's direction just in time to watch the blonde throw his drink into Ceres' face. There were only a few reasons to make a move such as that and Oscar couldn't see any shot pets anywhere on the beach. He let out a heavy sigh. There was always someone who wanted to be the center of attention. That honor belonged to the crab, frankly. But if Corvo wante

Oscar was happy to escort Bistro and Night down to the beach. The latter was, of course, rattled. Most people were when Oscar suddenly ragdolled them and launched himself into the blue. But the dress code must be enforced. No black tracksuits at his party. "Thanks for coming, you guys," Oscar said as they leisurely strolled down the beaten path. "I've got a big surprise for everyone when we get back." And he did. He was incredibly excited about it. Oscar could have thrown a party like this at any time. But he didn’t simply because of the fact that he wanted it to be special. Memorabl

Well this wasn't good. It wasn't Oscar's first run-in with a big fuck-off Area of Effect attack. Only issue was, he didn't really know how or where to dodge. Everything was inky blackness and he didn't really know right from left. But he did know up from down. And that was enough. Because no matter how much the boss tried to confound his senses with illusion or trickery, he always knew where his feet were planted. In the sand, in this case. It conjured limited memories of the beach. Oscar dropped low, clawing away at the grains. It was an interesting way to do things. Made even more interestin

"Well you know how I am," Oscar said to Mari. "No half measures, right?" He ended his question with a wink as Warren approached. He greeted the man with a simple fist bump, nodding appreciatively at the man's efforts. An ice chest of beverages was a worthy thing to sacrifice his taco wagon for. He also picked up on Warren's silent question, deciding to address the elephant in the room. "Today's a truce day. Your status isn't an issue. I imagine you won't be the only Orange Player here. I thought your man was going to show up, for starters." Oscar felt a soft touch on his back. An invisibl

His wallet continues bleeding. A party. And now a new project since the dust has settled. Since his focus shifted from Raiding to making sure that the people trapped within the game were okay. It was only a brief hiatus. There were those who would take up his mantle no problem. But the professional within him realized that his singular focus did little good. At least, comparatively speaking. He could forge ahead and take on floor after floor after floor. But it did nothing for the people who could not or would not. Those too weak or too frightened. And he held none of it against them.

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