Oscar

raid crafts 10/20/24

"Who the Hell you saying needs cooking classes?" Oscar was upset. Offended. Fundamentally insulted. His visage had twisted into some strange expression, not unlike one would make when they realized they had stepped into something foul. He thrust his hands into his pockets, stepping forward to take hold of one of a quartet of brilliantly-glowing crystals left in the enemy's wake. As it discorporated and added itself to Oscar's inventory, his expression morphed again. A wide grin stretched over his features as he turned to the face his companions. "'Cause I know you ain't talkin' to m

It was always such a delight to watch Cordelia work. Poetry in motion - movements flowing like water with the speed and brilliance of lightning upon a night sky’s canvas. Had Oscar blinked, he would have missed the maneuver. What a horrible tragedy that would have been. Her attack was punctuated by flashes of white, crackling holy energy following the arc of her blade as she carved through the multitudes. The way the light lingered, an arc of radiance wreathing her body. She was the picture of grace even as she laid waste to the enemy. Her quip earned a chuckle from the man. Calmed, or pe

Odds and ends and bits and bobs. Certainly there might be something interesting or amusing within this assortment of esoteric equipments. Oscar had never been one to fuss with Trinkets. But he was doing this new thing where he tried new things. Things were, at his level, becoming incredibly boring. Variety was the spice of life and Oscar was, in fact, a chef. A cook, if you will. Rambling aside, Oscar wanted something fun. Something interesting. Something, specifically that would make him immune to status effects because he was all about that breaking the game nonsense. And who else would he a

Oscar found it frustrating that their moment of pure bliss was interrupted by the NPCs. He didn’t consider the fact that he had been the one to make a choice to pursue it while in the middle of a Quest. No, the quest needed to bend to him and not the other way around. How could one be expected to experience the sheer majesty of two people’s souls collided together only to have to lower themselves to deal with something as provincial as this entire scenario. The temptation was to say to Hell with it all. To take Cord by the hand and be done with the irrelevancies. Because this was that. Irrelev

For the entire duration of this fight, Oscar had not saw fit to draw his blade. The battle was well in hand. The deep-set eyes of the Ancient had not wavered from the targets of its ire, even as Oscar's companions unleashed Hell upon it. Hand still in his pockets, posture still entirely relaxed, Oscar gazed back into the creature's glowing orbs. The two remained motionless for a while, the seconds ticking by in their silent stand-off. The wizened creature's tactics were as they always were, clearly. Slow, resolute. Like the ever-winding roots that split even stone asunder. Why would it deviate

10-6 Crafts 24 Mats to Banker Re-evaluating Gungnir's Shard, 100k Col to Banker

10-6 <<Gungnir's Shard - Crafter's Respite>> Used

It came to him in a dream. A feast of legendary quality and proportions. An event where the meat was plentiful and the drink flowed freely. A festival of sorts, friends summoned from all over merely for the simple enjoyment of a shared meal. He awoke with a start, gripped with a sudden realization. He was a Grandmaster Cook. What, exactly, was stopping him from cooking bosses? He had the skills. He had the power. And he had people whom he could summon for his newfound goal. Without even taking a moment to think it through, a flurry of messages was sent out. To @Freydand to @NIGHT

“No more secrets,” Oscar agreed. The man found it funny how he was so easily able to commit to other things. It simply came so naturally to throw himself - his entire self - into the thick of things. He made no half measures. Except when it came to her. And it was tragic. Perhaps it was fear of the unknown or of his own happiness that held him back. But it did hold him back. It was an untenable notion. His actions needed to follow his words. They needed to telegraph his feelings. Oscar had never felt so profoundly about anyone. It was something he said to her and to himself time and time again

At his core, Oscar wasn’t a man that liked to be kept waiting. There was always so much to do and so few hours to do it in. So much so, that Oscar had settled into a routine that ensured that he managed to get it all done. His mornings had always started the same, bled into his midday in the same manner, and finally ended as they always did. Everything was meticulously scheduled and planned down to the minute. Though one wouldn’t peg him for such a conscientious person at first glance. He was not wont to take much of anything seriously. Fortunately, this fell firmly within his free time. Usual

After what felt like an eternity, Oscar returned to Jackpot's shop to accept his fusion components. He mused to himself how sometimes things seemed to be done instantaneously but then sometimes they seemed to drag on weeks. Almost as if there was an unseen puppetmaster tugging the strings. A puppetmaster with limited availablity, not often willing or able to engage with his obligations. It seemed ludicrous to imagine such a thing. That his actions were not his own. But he figured that if such an entity did exist, they were probably bald. Components accepted

Transferring 1 Demonic Shard and 2 Gleaming Scales to @Jomei

Cordelia’s reaction was as over-the-top as it was adorable. He wondered whether she was flustered so because of Oscar’s poor attempt at flirting or because it sailed over her head initially. Some combination of both, he imagined. Still, Oscar didn’t want to laugh at her plight. But despite what he wanted to do, the low chuckle escaped him anyway. He decided not to give her time to react to it. Without a word, he lowered himself down to lay at her side. She could have her moment of mortification - their resources were not quite restored after all. But he wouldn’t have her go it alone. Osca

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Their light-hearted banter made one forget that they were in the midst of a very chaotic situation. Other Players had a tendency to read into the NPCs. Engage with them as if they were real people. Oscar, on the other hand, saw them for what they actually were. A balm for the painful reality they were stuck in. Created by some artificial intelligence to keep the Players from completely losing their minds. They were a balm that Oscar neither needed nor wanted. To him, they were set dressing. At best, something to interact with as little as possible to get to his end goal. Cordelia, however

How quickly they fell back into old habits. Their teamwork had always been peerless. There was zero hesitation as Cordelia took advantage of the window Oscar provided. After the cutest of tantrums, of course. With a smile, Oscar took off after her. Weapon at the ready, the man sliced through the enemy host a split-second after the damage that Cordelia had dealt registered. The result was the whistle of two slashes, each in quick succession. Both attacks delivered with such speed and precision that the targets would have scarcely had time to react even if they weren’t stunned. “Oh I’m abso

“And here come the next four, right on cue,” Oscar said. Their fighting had attracted another group of rogues. These seemed to be more rough around the edges. With what little attention Oscar was giving the story, it was clear that these were the pirates that the guards were paying off. Ordinarily, Oscar might complain about things. How the quest gave him little time to catch his breath or regenerate his resources. But that would fall on deaf ears given how much disdain he had for their NPC escort. He wondered whether there would be any additional reward if they kept the man alive.

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It was a blissful Tuesday afternoon. Or was it Thursday? Time twisted in on itself - blended together like oozing paint upon a palette - within the confines of Oscar’s digital prison. He liked to think that whatever day sprang to mind when his feet hit the floor in the morning was the most accurate one. It was difficult to know for certain, but it felt like a Tuesday. It wasn’t droll like Monday, neither was there rising anticipation that accompanied the weekend. The air was charged with a sensation of ambivalence. Thus, Tuesday. As he did every Tuesday - or every day that ended in ‘y,’ t

Oscar took only two things seriously. This was not one of those two things. After the initial shock of the Thorns causing his health to dip, things quickly played out just as they always did. Boring combat against enemies who either couldn't hit or could deal any real level of damage. This Quest was just another one of those hand-holding ones. The NPCs focused their attention on Ryland, sticking the man with their weapons instead of the actual tank of the party. He was almost insulted. Oscar had gone through great pains to build himself up to this level and now everything he'd worked towards d

Oscar could have opened a shop with the sheer amount of swords that were junking up his inventory. But he was no Appraiser. It was Jackpot's job to handle that nonsense. Oscar had located the strongest twine in the game and bound two dozen of the things together into a neat bundle. A neat bundle that was then javelin-tossed through the mouth of the cave that served as Jackpot's front door. The swords slammed into the counter like so many darts, remaining stuck in the front. There was a sticky note attached to the multitudes:

"Unfortunately," Oscar said with a sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head as Ryland marched on towards his pre-set path to the next Quest destination. "I fail to understand why Cardinal has suddenly decided we need our hands held. Didn't have these sorts of issues when we were on the come up." Red text flashed across his screen: Warning: Do not get too far away from Quest Companion. He was certain that Cordelia had got the same message. With a groan, Oscar shook his head and pushed forward. As he did, his hand sought Cordelia's. Linking his fingers with hers, he

“I’ll hold you to that,” Oscar said as he wrapped his arms around her once more. Not once did he think that things would turn out like this. After everything he did and everything he was willing to sacrifice, he expected the shoe to fall. He expected the consequences of his actions to force a wedge between him and the people he cared for. And most of all, he never expected Cordelia’s return. And yet, here she was. In his arms once more. He was fit to bursting, chest swelling with raw emotion. But it was in this state that he was never more keenly aware of who - what - he was. A killer - a mons