Oscar

Oscar grinned as Abellio returned to the fight. The man was locked-in. His first fight and he was already performing feats of acrobatics that took Oscar longer than he would care to admit to learn were even possible. He leveled his blade with the boss, readying himself to strike. Two items were flung from his inventory - the Rhino's Horn and the Crystal of Divine Light. As he sliced through the air, the arc of his weapon would pass through both items. The Rhino's Horn imbuing him with more strength, the Crystal activating and empowering Divine Rancor's innate powers. The blade roared to life,

Well Abellio was certainly stuck in. Literally. The fight wasn’t off to the greatest of starts if his weapon was caught in the boss’s armor right as it was winding up its attack. This was personal for Abellio. It was obvious, at least to him. This boss carried a lot of trauma, as close encounters with death always did. And that was why Oscar was here, he surmised. A safety net. Aid so that Abellio wouldn’t have to face his demons alone. The closest thing to therapy Oscar had given anyone since he got trapped here. God knew that every single mother fucker here needed it. Except m

‘HEY OSCAR IT’S US!” The bell over the door to Oscar’s shop was drowned out by Abellio’s bellowing. Oscar turned his attention from the fryer to the door, smiling widely as he saw his two newest Guild mates walk into the restaurant. Oscar wiped his hands on a towel and stepped out from the back, leaning against the counter as they stepped up. “Well this is a nice surprise. What brings you two all the way out here?” Oscar had been rolling mostly solo for a while. Social calls had been few and far between. It was an odd feeling, he had to admit, to have people swinging by so often

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The boss switched weapons. Why was it always so much goddamn cooler when a boss did it? That was supposed to be Oscar's whole shtick. His Battle Ready inventory was full to bursting with swords and he hadn't had the opportunity to use a single one of them. It made him sad. Plus, there was no way that he was going to manage to look half as cool as Belregor if and when he pulled it off. It would be like he was aping the boss's shit instead of the other way around. Oscar threw his sword again, not able to really get it up for some huge ass duel. The weapon jammed Belregor right between

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Oscar merely nodded. "I can see the appeal in that. We're alike there." But there was challenge in her tone, her words. Offers he couldn't fulfill? As if. Oscar had all of a sudden realized he'd lit a match on a powder keg. He probably should have cared a bit more about the new, dangerous developments. Mari, however, had proven to be a wonderful distraction from his work. He rounded the counter, fingers dragging over the stone surface. He'd really wanted to finish that coffee. The audacity of the ginger minx sitting at his counter. He rounded the corner, stepping behind her. His hands fel

"Well the operative term in 'fuckbuddy' is buddy," Oscar said with a grin. He didn't mind the closeness or the sudden affection, though he wouldn't deny the presence of that sting in his chest from the rejection. But that was part and parcel for the risk he took. He would get over it. Much faster if he actually saw Lessa and Jomei stopping with their nonsense and just being together. It felt cheap to call Lessa a mere ally. She was - and always had been - his friend. From the Sand Shark to the glacier, she had been there every step of the way. Doing what she did best. Inspiring. Being that imm

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"He's hot as fuck," Oscar cut in. "There's very few guys I'd clown with in this god-forsaken game, but damn it I would play the xylophone on the man's abs." He held his tongue after that. It was important that she talk this out. Sometimes, putting it all into words - or the best string of words you could manage, because she was failing tremendously - help work through a problem. But she found her stride. It was no real secret to him that Lessa had struggled in her romantic life. Oscar had been lucky to find someone that he resonated with so quickly. But it had been an uphill battle for he

"Shame you've had your fill of hot dogs, I was rather hoping we could fuck up every room in the house," Oscar said flatly. Casually, almost flippant in tone. It was a pipedream, of course. It was a big house. They'd only managed to make a mess in the foyer and hallway. At their current pace, it might take weeks. Not that he would mind. But scheduling and other obligations kept him from really sinking his teeth into that fantasy. Still, he wanted to float it. If only to make her squirm with the idea of it. She was good at that. Very good. So Oscar would not let the opportunity to provoke that p

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The Frontlines pushed forward after Callisto. Oscar had been no exception. Motivations were night and day. It was no secret that his fellows had immersed themselves. Partaken of the proverbial Kool-Aid. A new Floor was a new opportunity to rest on their laurels. Decompress from the previous mortal struggle before engaging with the next. It was at that first moment, stepping off the platform into the pouring rain that Oscar realized the game that was afoot. Dark storm clouds bore down upon them. Town abandoned, people replaced with horrors from dizziest nightmares. And Oscar said replaced

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“Dangerous and bloody, huh?” There was generally two types of people who went full bore into that sort of mystique. There were, of course, the bullshitters. It was generally done as a manipulation tactic. To intimidate some weak-willed person. Trick a woman into thinking they’re dealing with a bad boy. But they were so very rarely about it. It rarely took more than the lightest push to get them to abandon their entire persona. But then there were the ones that really were about it. And there was nothing to be done with those types except putting them in the ground. Oscar had to

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