Your OC Does the Above OC's Job

The part-furless rabbit had left her a scythe glowing with strange flame, but Lyrila tossed it aside. It was far too big for her to swing effectively; plus this is the modern age! Who uses martial weapons with all the technology available?

When the twisted spirit attacked, she solved it the best way she knew how to: with a bullet to the forehead. The spirit exploded into wisps. Good; she wouldn’t have to spend the rest of her day cleaning up blood. What a hassle that was.

Lyrila didn’t exactly prefer leaving her “flower shop” to a non-syndicate person to watch; however, she had a date with her girlfriend that she absolutely could not miss. Before she left, she made sure to drill the instructions into the poor sap’s head: 

”The flowers are labeled; just ring up their prices and collect the money. If anyone asks for an arrangement, tell them the arranger is out. I don’t expect anyone to get violent, but if they do there’s an emergency call button under the counter. I’ll tell them I sent you ahead of time.”

Emelda was right when she thought this job was easy. A little too easy.

Ringing up prices was something anyone could do. Taking care of plants, though? That seemed a little more interesting - and most times, 'more interesting' meant more fun involved.

When the store was empty, Emelda filled up a watering can and took it to the corner of the shop. There was a seedling that looked a little parched, so she tilted the can over the pot and-

"Hello!"

The door to the shop swung open, making the girl drop the can.

It spilled all over her favorite pair of boots and soaked into the wooden floorboards. To add insult to injury, the can itself seemed to be cracked open like an egg.

Emelda blinked. She turned her attention to the customer at the entrance "Uh..." she tried to smile, "hi?"

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(emelda is a flamenco dancer! she's also an undercover assassin who uses her fans to fight but you don't have to include that lol)

This was... not what Cerys had expected. Dancing, of all things, was not her forte. I might have been years ago, but the incident in the catacombs changed that. Even then! She'd only ever really danced ballroom, and at a beginners level at that. So having to take Emelda's place as a flamenco dancer? It was only going to end in disaster if she got up stage.  

So instead of donning the dress herself, Cerys was quick to fashion some humanoid constructs after the other flamenco dancers who'd been practicing and watched them carefully. Observing how they moved to the music and the flow of it. How they contributed rhythm to the music with their own instruments while dancing. In some odd way, it wasn't dissimilar to following the flow of magic in the earth. If not in a more... physical way, following rhythm and melody with the body as one moves across the stage. Once it was time for Emelda's...or rather Emelda's replacement to take the stage, Cerys dressed the construct in one of the provided dresses, and directs the construct on stage. 

The performance wasn't perfect, it didn't carry the same skill and perhaps grace that the real-life flamenco dancers had. Perhaps if she'd had more time to study the dance, the construct would have been flawless. Not that Cerys minded. This was simply a favor, and it wasn't like she particularly enjoyed making her magical skills a spectacle for an audience. That's not what magic was for in her mind. It had more practical uses. One such practical use that even this entertainer of a construct she build provided decent enough distraction. 

She hadn't believed that the dancer was an assassin. In fact, it had taken some convincing for Cerys to even consider the possibility to be true, let alone accept the second part of this job. The agreement had been to substitute for a dancer, not an assassin. After all, the councilwoman had her reputation to look after. So she declined, remarking that she wouldn't turn the other in for asking such a ludicrous thing. At least not unless her notoriety came into question. Cerys had no intentions of taking the fall for a dancer she didn't know. So she'd hold that card close to her chest... just in case. 

(Cerys is a Councilwoman first, meaning she does a lot of administrative work, as well as deals with situations going on in the city of Sollion. Aside from that, she makes and sells enchanted jewelry, and is a scientist in her own right.)

Someone from the staff guided Rat to a small and a bit dusty room. The room was full of administrative stuff Rat didn’t recognize, and in the middle of it all was a desk, with two piles of paperwork.

The staff member told Rat what he had to do: sort the papers and write the data in the books at the right date. After explaining, he left Rat alone in the room. 

Rat sighed, why had he agreed to do this again? Oh yeah, it was the first job he could find. And he needed the money to get something for Shadow as a surprise.. 

He tried to remember what the staff member had said, but in all honesty he hadn’t really listened to a word.. 

He walked over to the desk, and looked at the pile of papers he had to work through. So he probably had to sort the papers, huh? He could do that. 

He sat down and grabbed a few leaves of paper. He tried to figure out how he had to sort them. Alphabetical? On date? On number? He didn’t know..

Beside him on the desk was a small note, it said: 1. sort the papers 2. write the data in the books. 

Well, isn’t that helpful! He thought sarcastically. Like he hadn’t already know that! .. Wait.. he had to write..? Well, that was a bit of a problem: Rat’s writing couldn’t be read easily as it was very inconsistent and shaky. It was very nerve wracking for him to hold a pencil steady so he could write. 

Rat sat down and mocked the job, while trying to figure out what to do. He started to sort the papers on date, but found it boring and stopped to sort them on how difficult they were to read. After 15 minutes he got bored by that too and decided to take a nap, with his feet between all the paperwork on the desk.

After a while he just gathered all the papers and stopped them in random ordners. He made a quick doodle in one of the books and put the books aside. He decided he was done and walked out of the room to receive his money.

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Rat is an assassin, and has a hiding place in the sewer. The entrance to the place is hidden in the forest. He only does his job during the night so the chances he gets caught are very low.

When Phecda received the orders to beat the ever-loving shit out of someone who failed to pay their debts, he knew better than to ask what those debts were for. He also knew better than to pretend he could do no such thing; though physically Phecda wasn't the strongest, he played mind games well, but only against those who weren't expecting it. If he lied about these capabilities, he was sure that his new boss had enough information on him to back him into a corner, so Phecda accepted the task solemnly.

Debts, huh? Phecda thought, pondering the actions he would take. If he killed anyone, he would risk revealing his inhuman body. If he persuaded them with the power that lingered in his eyes, would that be enough? He hadn't tested his power much on unwilling subjects. True hypnosis couldn't be induced on such a target, but what about his? No, Phecda would have to resort to what he knew best. Trickery. 

"Hey there," he greeted the indebted individual who opened the door. He wore a pleasant countenance fitting of his usual day job as a barista. "Your landlord sent me here for an inspection, may I come in?"

When allowed into the home, Phecda glanced around to get his bearings. A camera attached to a smart device system caught his eye. "Ah, here we go. I need to check this old thing to see if it's still working right. Oh, it must not be," he said as he tore it from its spot, cutting its connection. "My bad, my bad. Mind if I ask you to come over here for a second?"

The guest followed Phecda's directions. Phecda directed his chilling blue eyes at the guest, lulling them into a pleasant, foggy state while Phecda made up some old bullshit about needing to install a new camera system. When Phecda was certain his target was lost to the world, drifting in a liminal daydream state, he briefly allowed his hands to shift into dark, scaled talons, and swiveled the person's head just a little too far. 

"Ah, my bad once again. I suppose that's what happens to people who don't pay, but aren't you glad I made it painless? Imagine how you made the people who lent you that money feel by waiting so long to pay. Maybe I'll wake you up and let you feel the same thing, hm?"

@ np, Phecda works at a cafe! He also works as an investigator who looks into unethical businesses, so you can use that if cafe is too mundane for your interests ^u^

Kvroii

Haiden liked coffee, so she thought this would be a great job. She knew lots and lots of different types and recipes of coffee. If 3D printing was never invented, this would have been her dream for sure! But she still felt a little insecure. 

Haiden wasn’t sure where she was….. Myri…….something. Clearly, this was not Earth. And what were Curians? Haiden knew there was a chemical element called Curium, and that it was number 96 on the periodic table, meaning it had 96 protons. 

And she was definitely not interested in being an investigator. She wasn’t Coco Holmes. She might be smart enough to do some deduction and simple forensics. But she could not even think about putting herself in any kind of danger. 

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NP: Haiden runs a small 3D printing business. This entails 3D printing whatever someone wants and maintaining the machine itself. She also has to use a Mac and take care of her cat Fullz.

Chen had small interest in 3D in any form, not necessarily because he dislikes the media, but because he's not as interested in it. However, Chen does need some money since he can't mainly rely on drawing manga for his bills, especially since it's not like he has a large team of people to help him. This job was of course confusing at first for Chen, but he quickly learned what he was supposed to do. In all honesty, Chen wasn't a big fan of using a Mac, he wasn't used to using one, but it's not like it was incredibly difficult for him to figure out what to do. Besides, it was interesting to learn about 3D printing.

Besides being able to understand the job and knowing how to use a Mac, there was also something Chen had to get used to, which is the owner's cat. Chen doesn't dislike cats at all, but he always gets surprised when the cat would jump on a mice to keep away from the owner's machine. It was helpful, but it would sometimes surprise Chen when the cat would start to act. He would also be close to tripping on the cat, but thankfully nothing happened, and hopefully it won't happen...

"But this is surprisingly peaceful," Chen thought as he continued the job.

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@ NP: Chen is a manga artist who mostly works by himself or with a small group of people.

Man, flowers and coffee? That was easy for such a great and powerful deity as Tuva-Kalli themself!

...Ooooor, at least, that's what they had hoped. Being a hairdresser had its perks-- customers weren't so quick, after all, to talk shit when you were the one with scissors a quarter-inch from their skin. The customers coming into the combination florists' shop and cafe, however, were apparently out of their minds! Haru had claimed they always had stories to share, but so far, it seemed like all they had to share was expletives and inexact change.
The canine god looked nervously over their shoulder at Haru for reassurance, before slinking out to the front counter to greet a woman who'd just walked up. She was smiley and bubbly enough;  with luck, she'd be easy to work with and satisfied with whatever bean juice Tuva-Kalli threw at them.

However, their hopes were quickly  dashed when the woman pulled out her phone and began listing off a stupid amount of ingredients, supposedly some 'secret menu' drink. Some secret that had to be, when the people who were supposed to be in on it didn't know it, and the people who weren't did! Tuva-Kalli was so lost in thought, thinking about how demeaning all of this was and how much they'd like to hop over the counter and bite this stranger in their stupid face, that they entirely missed the fact that she was apparently done with her order.
"I... uh. One second, let me go talk to my boss!"
They hurried back into the employee space, glancing sheepishly at Haru.

 "Sooo, about that whole helping with murdering corrupt government officials thing, is that still an option?

NP: Tuva-Kalli does trickster-god things, usually stealing things from other deities or people in positions of power for the common people, and owns a salon on the side! You can do either or both!

"-Success!" Akira happily shouted after he got away with stealing from a bunch of snotty rich people that are doing more harm for the earth. Thinking about it, Akira is technically helping these people like an angel, even though he's supposed to be a demon that has supreme control over the army at hell. "But who cares?" Akira shrugged, finding fun in this job. He still has a devilish side to him, it's just that he happened to be helping a bunch of underdogs in earth. After getting what he needed from the rich, he handed over their money and things to shelters and homeless people, since it's not like he needed these things in hell.

Akira had taken a break from being a commander-in-chief for two weeks and wanted to not only explore outside of hell, but also do different jobs. He doesn't mind taking a bunch of jobs, as long as he can learn in this world and maybe get into mischief, since it's more fun that way. With that being said, he remembered he had another job to do today.

"To the salon!" Akira sped off with a bright smile still on his face. As fun as it is to steal from people of power, it's not really enough to satisfy his boredom in this world. Doing this made him miss the drama he'd see everyday in hell, so maybe he could cause drama in the salon too... Nah, he's not going to cause a war with a deity. He'll just watch other people cause drama instead.

When he entered the salon, Akira immediately started working and unfortunately for him, there wasn't much drama he could watch today. He behaved the entire time he was there, since there was no way he was going to pick a fight with a deity. Maybe he should have stayed stealing from people in positions of power if he was in the mood for drama. Then again, it's not like this peace is too bad... "Dammit, I'm conflicted." He pouted, then went back to work.

@ NP: Akira is a commander-in-chief of the army in hell

When his agency was assigned the job of bug-sitting, it was only natural that Kirsten would assume the responsibility. His eccentric boss was only ever good at looking after pets that follow her around, like her dog. Otherwise she completely forgets the presence of any creature sharing a roof with her.

But growing up, Kirsten didn't have a goldfish, a kitten, a hamster or a dog. He most certainly didn't own a terrarium. His only experience in being a pet owner came through his egg-shaped digital pet. However those had a habit of drowning in their own pixelated poop during the course of a full night's sleep, so between that and his former job as a bounty hunter, Kirsten didn't exactly have the best track record in keeping things alive. He was very aware of this. Even still, everyone on the team decided he was more conscientious than their boss, who on more than one occasion had tried replacing a lost animal she couldn't find by adopting a new one and dyeing its fur. 

Their confidence in him doesn't stop him from being nervous, though. He's so nervous, in fact, that Kirsten gets very little sleep during the weekend spent being a bug enthusiast. He's enthusiastic, alright. Enthusiastic about ensuring that not a single bug crawls free of its home. And yes, he counts! Even gives them names and makes little doodles of their unique features so to commit them to memory. He can't have his sleep-deprived brain forgetting even a single one, because he was sure that if he were to lose any of them, it would end up being Yarrow's favorite. He reads every bug guide his boss brings him. Inspects the leaves of every plant. Studies the soil. On one occasion, he swears to have felt a crawling sensation against the back of his hand, despite finding nothing upon immediately looking down. He finds himself on his knees after that, face all but pressed against the terrarium as he recounts every bug for the 8th time that day. He has a dream that night of watching a beetle crawl across the floor, playing fetch with a marble, earning Kirsten's praise. When he wakes up he's back at the terrarium, beetle watching. 

On the second day, his boss decides to pay him a visit and treat him to a meal. The meal in question? Her personal favorite: Spaghetti.
He immediately kicks her out, claiming to have read that garlic scent repels bugs and that she was the enemy. 

NP: Kirsten works in a "detective agency" (that basically just operates as an odd jobs/jack of all trades service because his eccentric boss promotes it that way, twisting every problem into a "mystery". Looking for your cat? The MYSTERY of the missing cat. Need help moving furniture into your new home? The MYSTERY of interior design. Appliances not working? That's a mystery worth solving, too!) Although he's technically the right hand, he acts more like a boss than the actual boss, doing most of the paperwork and calling most of the shots.  

 ALTERNATIVELY: Kirsten is a former bounty hunter, so that's a job you can write about instead. ;D

Ever since Life re-learned how to shape-shift, the urge to disguise themself to interact with mortals has come up again and again, until they've decided to sate it by getting a human job. The place they chose though... it's almost as odd as their own business.

The people at this agency don't seem to have set tasks, and rather do a variety of jobs. Kirsten, after concluding that Life doesn't have any costumer service skills (or people skills in general), has only assigned them jobs of finding lost pets and the like. Things that involve more interaction with animals than humans.

Kirsten seems to basically run this place, despite not being the actual boss. Life can't believe that said boss would be so incompetent that someone else would have to step up. At Life's company, they do everything themself. Which means giving Death thorough instructions of what to do for them! Here though, they're just a regular employee. It's weird to not be in charge for once. They're receiving instructions instead of giving them. Not only that, but it seems as if people actually listen to Kirsten and the boss. As if Life's staff would ever do that!

It's surprisingly fun to run small errands and help animals. Kirsten has had to tear pets out of Life's arms to be returned to their owners though, since Life just wouldn't let them go. If their staff knew about this, they'd never hear the end of it!

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NP: Life is the CEO of Existence Inc, a company that secretely manages all of reality. All employees are gods, except for their one human intern. Your character could be another intern, a new god, or someone who took over the whole company!