Oscar

They were absolutely demolishing this "Floor Boss." For all his pomposity, he was getting torn a new asshole by a duo of Frontliners barely paying any attention to what they were doing. As Freyd blasted a hole into their new host's chest - taking an arm in the process - Oscar readied another swing. As he charged up his attack, Freyd regaled him all about the end of the Spire and how Firm Anima had taken out the Queen. Losing his concentration for a moment, Oscar bolted upright, his arm flying out too the left. "Oh no shit?" he asked as the force of his would-be attack flung itself from th

Oscar took one look at the demonic git approaching them and had to suppress the urge to groan loudly. He just shook his head and sighed. "I preferred the sexy vampire, I'm not gonna lie." As the demon just droned on and on about... something, Oscar hummed the melody to Take On Me as loudly as he possibly could. It was almost as annoying to listen to as the mob's exposition dump that Oscar just didn't care about. "Could you stop that?" Beelzebub snapped. "Stop what?" A brief pause in his humming as he spoke, only to quickly begin again. "That infernal racket!" "I'm not sure

"S'pose we do," Oscar remarked as he watched the vampress strike his companion. Freyd definitely wasn't one to let a slight like that pass. She retreated to the rafters. A bad call. Vampire or not, poor footing would be the death of her. Freyd followed and Oscar watched with a smirk as she was rocketed off of her perch into a nearby wall. As gravity took control of her stunned form, Oscar sheathed his blade. Lilith fell into his strike zone and he let fly a powerful slash. His blade bit deep into her side, cleaving through muscle and bone as if they were butter. Pressure from the blow vented o

"Is that shit over and done with, or are we still in the aftermath?" Oscar shrugged. "Part of me wants to hope that the kid knows when he's outmatched, but I know better." The Whisper disappeared into the shadows and Oscar paused as the man performed the swiftest of executions on Lilith's admittedly attractive handmaidens. When the Whisper reappeared, Oscar continued. "Somehow, I don't think that this is going to be over until I put the kid in the ground." If Oscar thought for a moment that there was another way to keep the people he cared about safe, he would hop to it in an instant. But

The bodies that will never be found...? Oh right. That, Oscar thought. His hand shot out to catch the weapon that Freyd threw his way. Apparently he was meant to use this weapon to clear the quest. He almost laughed at the thought of the Beast of Aincrad wielding a holy relic in battle. This quest's narrative was absolutely bonkers. They still had a bit more traveling to do. Plenty of time for Oscar to tell Freyd the full story. He put the weapon away and shoved his hands into the pocket of his jacket as they walked. "It's not entirely complicated. I'm surprised I haven't told you the sto

Oscar shrugged. "It can be as in-depth as you want it, I've found. You can let the System guide you through the motions and automate most of the process or you can be in control of every minute detail," he said. "I've spent so much time in the kitchen, I'm not entirely convinced that this death game is some do-or-die tutorial for real-life trade skills." Oji's pondering about the state of the real world sent Oscar's thoughts in the same direction. How was the Major? How were things going with the kids? He brushed the thoughts away as quickly as they came. There was nothing he could do about it

Skill(s) Being Dropped: AoE Shift Mod(s)/Addon(s) Being Dropped: none SP Incurred Towards Limit: 10 SP Refunded: 10 Cost: 10,000

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

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