Oscar

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Someone had requested aid on a quest. Oscar had been so busy with the hustle and bustle of Clash of Blades that he'd all but forgotten to make his rounds. Reading the notice, his eyes fell upon the name. Kiyabu Hisao. Wasn't that the unfortunate fellow who got matched against NIGHT Round 1? He breathed out a laugh. Apparently someone had realized they needed to up their arsenal a little before they got too deep into the tournament. Better late than never, honestly. So he sent his response and almost immediately received one back. Dude must have been waiting waiting. He felt a little bad f

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"Therapy session? Is that what you thought that was?" His question cut through the night air like a knife. "You dumb?" As she sank back into the edge of the fountain, it was Oscar's turn to go on a tirade. Though, to his credit, his own was more calm than hers. "First of all, we needed to cool the fuck down. Don't pretend for one goddamn second we wouldn't have gone at it in the middle of the arena if we kept pushing things." He turned his head to the side and looked down to catch her gaze. "No lies now, you were feeling it as much as I was." Oscar pushed himself off the fountain, stridin

ph --- MAIN ACTION | ST-I vs Hirru | ID: 241249 | BD: 6 + 1 - 1, hit | Deal 88-52 = 36 DMG SWIFT ACTION | Quick Change: Divine Rancor -> Kyuketsuki Vigilon | HP: 29/200 | EN: 38/53 | DMG: 11 | MIT: 35(-5) | ACC: 1 | EVA: 2 | FLN: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | BRN: 14 | LD:4 | Shatter I 0/3 Oscar | HP: 36/200 | EN: 31/58 | DMG: 11 | MIT: 52 | ACC: 0 | EVA: 0 | AA | Vamp.Off: 30 | PHASE | HB: 8 | BH:6 | V. DEF: 20 | REC: 1 | LD: 8 | QC CD: 1/3 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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Perhaps they had made a mistake. The already-cramped arena was strewn with the remnants of food waste. It was a messy affair, spaghetti and ice cream, meatballs and noodles, made the floor slick. Slick but somehow sticky. But, for Oscar's part, he was inexplicably unmarred by tomato sauce or smatterings of chocolate. He was far too good for that, you see. And a man knew how to eat without wearing his food. Perhaps it was because of his profession, or maybe pure pride. But he didn't look the least bit uncomfortable to be wearing white in such a situation. "Welp, guess it's time to get

Oscar was offended. Not only had he been whole-ass stabbed in the dick, but now the shoutcaster was scolding him for what he thought was perfectly good behavior. There was only one response. His hand launched yet another hot dog from beneath his coat. The meat cylinder sailed through the air as Minako finished her speech, like an arrow with her mouth the target. "Someone sounds jealous!" Oscar shouted as he pulled a circular table out of his pocket. "Could be putting the practice to work but you over here playin'!" He punctuated the statement by pulled two chairs with heart shaped backing

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