Oscar

Bosses didn't quite scratch that itch anymore. Even for something as fearsome and infamous as the Forgotten Time King, Oscar rarely found himself hard pressed. Their movements were almost scripted. Easy to predict, easy to dodge. If he even bothered to do so, really. Outside of Raids, they didn't bring enough stopping power to the table to make Oscar sweat. When all was said and done, for all of the flashiness and vaunted power, the boss was only barely scraping Oscar's health bar. Ten damage at a time when all was said and done. It was quite funny, really. The King blasted Oscar across the ar

The man may not have realized it, but he'd almost given it up right out of the gate. Oscar had to move quickly, surging forward like a bullet to place himself in between Kiyabu and the boss. He didn't even have time to attempt a strike before the Forgotten Time King had raised his sword spear above his head and slammed it down. Ordinarily, Oscar would have done some fancy maneuver to dodge or absorb the blow. But if he had, the attack would have struck Kiyabu who was standing directly behind him. So rather than do any of that, Oscar chose to simply take the attack. The glowing golden sword spe

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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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You know that feeling when you try to grab something and keep fumbling it? That was Oscar trying to hit Morningstar. Dude was slippery. Suspiciously so. Was it the sauce covering the arena that kept slipping him up or had someone raided his bottles of cooking oil before the match? He was almost tempted to check his inventory if he didn't need to focus on the bout in front of him. "You gotta send me that build," Oscar said to Morningstar as the blond-haired man once more juked a stun. "It's absolutely insane. I'm not used to having trouble hitting my targets." Oscar spared a look back at V

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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Lessa had a shit poker face. He didn't need his Searching skill to see the pink rouge that her surging blood painted upon her cheeks. Even her stance struck him as forced. That strained greeting, as if she were trying to avoid the talk altogether. But what struck Oscar was the fact she said she didn't have the time. Oscar was taken aback by the audacity. "So. You go off and stab me in the dick and you don't have the time?" His response rolled off of his tongue immediately. He maintained his relaxed stance, leaned back with his arms draped over the side of the fountain. It was clear

What we got here is a failure to communicate. The iconic line played through his head, thick high-pitched Southern drawl and all. It had all been going quite well, up until the end there. Not that Oscar was complaining. He'd got the rise he wanted, though perhaps not in the method he sought. It was a short jaunt to the plaza in the Town of Beginnings. Oscar - quite literally - had the need to cool off. He leaned against the side of the fountain nestled in the center of the plaza and let out a heavy sigh. Dipping his hands into the cool water, he cupped them together and flicked his wrists

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