Oscar

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Oscar didn’t know what possessed him to be so candid about his past. He didn’t exactly wear it all on his sleeve. But the sensation - however fleeting - felt cathartic. Like a weight falling off of his shoulders. Still, he couldn’t make sense of it. By rights, he barely knew Mari. He knew more of her reputation than he did the person proper. And maybe that was it - the reputation. By all measure, she would get it. Or at least he hoped she would. Oscar rarely had open conversations with Player Killers. But then again, his mystique demanded that he didn’t. It demanded he be a machine. Binary. Me

“I suppose we do,” Oscar said. “Maybe it would help if I had one of those.” Easier said than done. The ability to sit down and simply let it out had been drowned kicking and screaming by the circumstances. Being trapped in the game. Thinking his ward had died and that stupid fucking war brought about by the kid’s inferiority complex. How everything could have been solved with a conversation. But no, he had to go and drag Oscar to Hell with him. Go after a man just whiling away the days, waiting until he could see his wife and the daughter that had been born after he was trapped. That

An idiot. She wasn’t wrong. Oscar oftentimes wondered whether or not he had a death wish. Whether this was some long, protracted crash-out that he wouldn’t see the end of. That he would just use to take as many of him down with him. But, Oscar found that he enjoyed living. So reckless as it all was, had he the opportunity to go back in time and change things, he doubted that he would. Every step had led him to the person he was now. To the work he’d dedicated himself to. Despite the blood and the death and how a little bit of him died with each and every victim, it was better him tha

How many monsters had slammed themselves into Oscar only to find him unmovable? How many Player Killers had lacked the levels to even deal more than a point or two of damage? Far too many. And yet, here was one Player Killer that had moved him not once, but twice. She wound his lapel into her fist and dragged him away from the Monument. Oscar did have plans for the day. But those had evaporated. He let Mari pull him away. When given the option, catching up with a friend was always preferable than depression. As she led him to the lakeside, Oscar sat down beside her. He waited. And he

The fight progressed better than Oscar could have imagined. More evidence that the Frontlines simply didn't have it in them to fuck around. With the exception of Wulfrin. Oscar had not forgotten the kid's blunder in the last Raid. Neither had he forgiven it. But he would put that aside for the time being. The Frontlines also needed to be united in purpose and focused on the task at hand. Any superfluous drama was just that - superfluous. Shatter was probably not the best choice given that the enemy was almost dead. But Oscar knew well how fortunes could turn on a dime. Best to remain cons

Oscar’s eyes widened in surprise as he was suddenly yanked down to eye level with Mari. It had been entirely unexpected - both the gesture and her feat of strength. Oscar prided himself on not moving unless he wanted to be moved. But, of course, his guard was down. And as she examined him, he examined her. He’d never really noticed the freckles that dotted her face, that cascaded down over her shoulders. Or the fishnets. And it took all of his self-control not to remark about them. The reunion was oddly serious. Another unexpected development. It took him a moment, distracted as he was by

It hadn’t occurred to Oscar that he looked far different than the last time he and Mari had crossed paths. When had that been? Honestly, so much had happened that Oscar simply couldn’t remember. Her reaction did take the wind out of his sails somewhat. But it did pull him deeper into his own head. Oscar wouldn’t say that they had been close. She had been friends with Cordelia and, by that measure, landed firmly within Oscar’s good graces. But to her credit, she was almost unrecognizable too. He couldn’t give her a hard time. But she looked tired - sad. And it wasn’t hard to guess why. Tha

It was just one of those days. Oscar woke up and had his morning coffee. As the doldrums of his slumber slowly ebbed away, he suddenly found himself introspective. Over the past couple of years, so much had happened. And he hadn’t truly given himself the opportunity to unpack it all. But the morning routine was not to be denied. Grabbing a pan, he crossed over to his stove. Upon hearing the skillet clattering against the burner, his familiar perked up. The twin-headed cerberus looked at Oscar, both sets of eyes - wide and expecting - bored into him. Oscar shook his head and crossed over to the

It was endless. Whatever had been unleashed when Oscar had found the Boss Room quite literally had taken the combined efforts of the Frontlines to even pretend to keep under control. Those feelings he felt while hunting had, much to his horror, proven to be true. There was something here that wanted out. Oscar didn't have time to kick himself for not listening to his gut. Everything was surging towards the Teleport Platform. It was all he could do to help stem the tide. As he ripped his blade out of one of those strange knights, he heard a chime. He wiped his face with the back of his han

Was she simply trying to make him feel better about his colossal fuck-up? It had been her neck on the line, after all. Oscar didn't much think that he deserved such a sweet reaction after almost getting her killed. But neither would he reject the gesture. He'd rather deal with the guilt than her the rejection. So he played along, but his heart wasn't exactly in it. "I'm glad you did," Oscar said. "Except for that bit right at the end there, it was a very enjoyable day." Her resting her head against his chest came as a shock, but it was a nice surprise. He breathed out a laugh and shook h

Oscar merely allowed her to let it out. This, too, was normal. That first brush. The moment when your health is too low and everything is riding on a single attack. A coin flip that would mean you could see another day or you could go home in tragedy. Oscar never once faulted anyone for not wanting to confront it. People simply wanted to live. There was nothing wrong with that. Simply because courage was needed to fight on the front did not mean that those who didn't were cowards. They were simply normal. "It is," Oscar admitted. "Or was. Back when I first started. I know enough now to kn

"Well like I said, it's only done in Safe Zones." Oscar found himself distracted by the topic at hand once more and noticed that Terra Firma had suddenly decided that Alinta was a far more appealing target. After all, she'd not landed a hit and Oscar had been brutalizing the poor bastard for the past five minutes. It leaped over Oscar's head trying to reach the easier meal. With practiced effort, Oscar decided to put an end to this. His weapon disappeared, replaced in the next moment by <<Divine Rancor>>. Quickly tapping his Battle-Ready Inventory, Oscar activated his Crystal

"You didn't know?" That was surprising. They'd been stuck in the game for a while. He thought it was pretty much just common knowledge at this point. Common knowledge no one ever really spoke of, but common knowledge nonetheless. "It's not visible unless you're in a private area like an inn room or a house. But wait. Does that mean that you've never... you know. Since you got stuck here? I applaud your restraint." He would have continued the conversation, but it was rather difficult to do so when Terra Firma chomped down on his head and slung Oscar over his back into the middle distance.

"Oh Kayaba is an infamous freak, Ali," Oscar said. "Shit, what's it called? Disable Moral Code. It's literally an option in your menu." It was almost funny, but leave it to the mastermind behind the death game to also program in the sex button. He knew what he was doing. Shoving a bunch of horny assholes somewhere they could not physically leave. If the NerveGear didn't get you, the being pent up for years would. Oscar had to pause to duck under the lunging Sand Shark. It sailed through the air over Alinta's head, aiming straight for Oscar like an arrow comprised of fangs and claws. Oscar

He felt the soft caress of her lips upon his cheek. And he knew that it was entirely accidental. He rolled off of her, quickly kicking their almost-forgotten Quest Target away as it went in for another attack. He calmly rose to his feet, grabbing the creature's tail as it whipped around. He reaffirmed his grip, fingers digging into its leathery hide. And with one herculean effort, slung the creature over his shoulder to slam it into the earth. The maneuver seemed to daze the creature. So much the better because Oscar was not even focused on the fight. He found himself distracted by the now bee

Oscar was glad that she was having fun. He'd brought many a low-level Player through either this quest or the other one and they almost always ran into issues. They almost always didn't give Oscar time to establish Hate. Hell, even against a simpler Quest Boss, Abellio had come so close to biting it. So he was happy to see someone actually having fun trying to level themselves up. But it did mean that the tutorial would very much be a slog. But that would be an issue for Alinta's future. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Oscar said brightly. "Most would be quaking in their sneakers by

Watching Alinta faceplant brought back so many painful memories. It was what tended to happen when you were level 1 and didn't have a spec of Accuracy to your name. But, he had to give her credit where it was due - she absolutely gave it a shot. Maybe not her best shot. But a shot. Which, against a boss that could realistically kill her with the lightest of scrapes, that amounted to more than he could communicate. If she was serious about it, she definitely had the balls to get the job done. Which he found just so insanely attractive. Of course, it was hard to be suave and charming w

"I mean," Oscar began. His voice was level, even as the creature's fangs dug into him. Almost as if he wasn't even in combat at all. At least, nothing that he considered to be combat. Bad as the thing looked and scary as the boss was, it didn't really amount to much in the grand scheme. It barely had enough damage to cut through Oscar's armor. The battle had barely begun and he was already back to full. It felt more like a game of tug-o'-war with a dog than fighting for his life. "Did I not tell you that all you needed to do was stand there and look pretty?" Clearly he hadn't overstated t

Terra Firma didn't take too kindly to being called out of its name. Or maybe it was Oscar's general presence in its vicinity. EIther way, Oscar quickly found the creature's razor-sharp teeth wrapping around his frame. It was a good thing that the leathers were only there for the aesthetic and his actual armor was a bit more substantial. Most of his fleshy bits were well protected against the creature's snapping jaws. It was rather funny, how hard the beast was trying. It bit down, only to have its fangs denied by Oscar's harder-than-usual candy shell. Its tail and limbs whipped about as it fl

Oscar needed no further invitation. Quick as a flash, he had scooped Alinta into his harms and broke off into a sprint. He shot out like an arrow from a bow, leaving a trail of dust and sand in his wake. Oscar faulted nimbly over crates and wagons - even a building or two when he couldn't bother to move around them. The wind whipped up by his speedy forward dash was oddly soothing in the desert heat. Which was helpful as they left the safe environs of Fortaleza and struck out into the open desert. Oscar was moving based off of memory, surging through the sands until he found the tell-tale

"Yeah, I can totally see why the A-Cups would be jealous," Oscar said with a laugh. It was a stark reminder that modeling was always a cutthroat business. And how catty women could be, but Oscar really didn't need a reminder about that. He was plenty catty himself. He didn't have time to travel down that road too far before Alinta began to vocalize her dissent. Floor Five was definitely cause for trepidation for someone who hadn't even cleared the tutorial. Oscar had his own reasons for not going. But as she continued to have her moment, Oscar was swiping through his menus. He quickly tapped s

"I appreciate the vote of confidence," Oscar said with a smile. "But comparatively speaking, you got it way more than I do. Besides, I couldn't handle the pressure. I like to keep it low key." Not entirely accurate, now that he thought about it. But it was close enough. He was plenty confident but somehow he didn't think he would be comfortable strutting his stuff on stage. It was definitely a learning skill - one that he didn't have the inclination (or frankly the courage) to pick up. As the conversation continued, he had to stifle the knee-jerk E-girl response. Somehow, he knew tha