You do many things for survival on the streets of Dunwall, and Oscar has taken to (ironically enough) stealing from the wealthy and even a few thieves in order to make due. (There's also the matter of some of them being dead in their own hideouts, some of which are messy as hell, but Oscar mostly attributes that to self-defense and not any seething hatred toward thieves in general. He may be lying.)
Of all the shady, quite frankly questionable organizations that have contacted him either with outright threats or requests to join them because a former high ranking member of the police who once had the ear of one of their greatest, near incorruptible enemies is valuable, (but honestly, Oscar would tell them all unless they are certain thieves he doesn't really give two shits about them) the Whalers are... unique. They don't seem to care about his past, or what he did before he was on the street. All that seems to matter to them, is the present and how he performs there.
But they deal in blood, and lots of important people in Dunwall have been dispatched by them. Granted, many of them deserve it. If he knew he'd have the company of assassins off vengeful, obsessive, out of spite 'visits' to that woman's hideouts just to pettily steal some things (and secretly hope she's there just so he can let out his bottomless, acidic rage out on her, but she never is) he would've left well enough alone. Still, he doesn't really object to the assassins following him and watching him. They have a sort of grace to them that he envies a bit.
They tell him they have been watching him, and who in their right mind in this city tells the large band of assassins with powers to fuck off? Still, he's a bit wary. Are they here for business, information, did she pay them to kill him? He doesn't really know. So he remains careful.
On this night, he's sort of sure he's being followed by them, it's why he's cornered in dockyard fully expected one of them to come out and tell him something... but this one looks different. No mask, but his face is known throughout the city. The founder and leader of the Whalers, The Knife Of Dunwall himself: Daud.
Either he wants him for something important... or he's going to die. Either way, you don't refuse this man.
such a long time, but I didn't want to half ass this tag
Of all the shady, quite frankly questionable organizations that have contacted him either with outright threats or requests to join them because a former high ranking member of the police who once had the ear of one of their greatest, near incorruptible enemies is valuable, (but honestly, Oscar would tell them all unless they are certain thieves he doesn't really give two shits about them) the Whalers are... unique. They don't seem to care about his past, or what he did before he was on the street. All that seems to matter to them, is the present and how he performs there.
But they deal in blood, and lots of important people in Dunwall have been dispatched by them. Granted, many of them deserve it. If he knew he'd have the company of assassins off vengeful, obsessive, out of spite 'visits' to that woman's hideouts just to pettily steal some things (and secretly hope she's there just so he can let out his bottomless, acidic rage out on her, but she never is) he would've left well enough alone. Still, he doesn't really object to the assassins following him and watching him. They have a sort of grace to them that he envies a bit.
They tell him they have been watching him, and who in their right mind in this city tells the large band of assassins with powers to fuck off? Still, he's a bit wary. Are they here for business, information,
did she pay them to kill him? He doesn't really know. So he remains careful.On this night, he's sort of sure he's being followed by them, it's why he's cornered in dockyard fully expected one of them to come out and tell him something... but this one looks different. No mask, but his face is known throughout the city. The founder and leader of the Whalers, The Knife Of Dunwall himself: Daud.
Either he wants him for something important... or he's going to die. Either way, you don't refuse this man.
"Of course. What is it, Sir?"
Be respectful, it might save his life.