Strike a Deal with the OC Above! [IC]

"Listen, look," winces the pigeon, shaking his head. August cautiously approaches Cerys without a hint of friendliness. The gloves. The red-feathered cape. Were those made from his friends?

 "Can you help me with something?"

Out of his pocket lay a small yellow jar. "CLAY-DOH".

He cleared his throat.

"I don't usually go asking for favors, but, I've been quite stressed over not being able to open this jar." He smiles, somewhat pitifully. "I'm so bored. I don't want to seem weak asking my closest confides for help. But, goodness, I'm so bored."

"You can move 'the Earth', right? Please," he grunts, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Please, just, please just open it. Thanks."

He turns away, gesturing vaguely to Cerys. "Oh, and, by the way. You like clothes, no?"

Augustus removes his cape, revealing his suited figure underneath. He tosses it at  Cerys in advance. It's big enough to act as a blanket, and is clearly what the pigeon king offers as a means to seal the deal.  

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Hope this doesn't qualify as "basic" aldhlkdjshg. I kind of just like to cut to the point ;0.

Pigeons. Just the damn word - hell, even the concept - was enough to make Brown's lip curl back in what seemed like utter disdain, but what could she do beyond the usual intimidation tactics? She appeared a bit too dainty for such an impression, at least in first glance, though a quick look at the tension in her clenched fist was more than enough to dispel such a naïve notion.

"Feel free to get some guards to arrest me on the spot if I sound too bitchy," drawled the middle-aged woman while crossing her arms and letting out an unceremonious snort, "If I want to be honest with you, your goal to 'get rid of suffering' sounds unrealistic as fuck anyhow. How else can people express their discontent if shit goes down? Happiness breeds compliance, and not in the good way..." She paused and coughed into her sleeve. "... Unless you personally consider it a good thing. I wouldn't be surprised if you did, in all honesty. You seem like the type of person who would want your subjects to be happy with whatever you did, regardless of whether it actually benefitted them in the first place."

Careful there, miss...

She carefully offered the monarch a smile as she professed, "Of course, sir... I might be a bit biased," with an icy edge. Obviously. "You probably know a bit too well how my husband used to adore pigeons. He treated them like pets, in a way. He's dead, too, but I doubt that matters too much." Her smile grew into a toothier, more menacing grin as she scanned the other party's face a bit more fervently. Oh, how much she wanted to see him squirm - to have his expression falter from its usual serene glory... Or condescension, as Brown was quick to interpret it as while she leaned back in her seat and let out a chuff.

"Especially because he's not here to see the deal that I'm going to set for you. This was all my fucking idea, and as said before... Feel free to arrest me if it does not appeal to your whims. I don't give a shit. I don't care. For all I fucking know, I have little to lose, because the law has been something that I have been opposed to for years." Okay, edgelord.

Thus, Brown leaned in slightly - carefully cupping her hand against her cheek - and hummed, "So. It might be an offer that ultimately distresses you, but... I can beat the living shit out of any 'criminal' who dares to mess with you or your kingdom. I don't care what they did. Maybe they are a bitch like me, or maybe they tried to overthrow you. I'm not trying to say that you are stupid, but..." She trailed off to point a finger at the king. "You can be the brains to my brawn, mm? You sweettalk your dissenters into liking you, and I can bash their skulls in if they persist with their 'blasphemy.' The only drawback is that you have to render me immune to whatever bullshit law you have going on, as well as give me some chocolate. I need it for a friend." Brown then leaned back in her seat, waiting for the other to process her words while she anticipated a response.

Well then...

@ NP: Brown is meant to be human, so check out her Human tab if considering her appearance!! I'm just posting as her urban legend tab in case it inspires your response!!

I'll also try my best to do a follow-up for NP if I have the time!!

"hmmm..." Electrica took a deep breath in from where she sat on a computer screen. The AI had little interest in what Brown was interested in, and yet they could find some common ground. Electrica thought behind the computer screen, seeing the woman on the other side. Electrica wasn't fond of the idea of having to use help from someone who wasn't in her target audience. Her digital creations are meant to appeal to the younger generations. However, when faced with the threat of deletion, exceptions had to be made. Electrica had managed to communicate to the woman through the computer and now, she was going to make her case.

"My originality can only go so far." She loathed the idea of having to work on something that wasn't her coding, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made. She would make it worth it. Her smile widens at the thought of the success this could have.

"You have the funds to get my game in front of peoples eyes, and I have the ability to keep the authorities off your back... I only see benefits from this arrangement. So... will you sponsor my game?"

The man laid in his chair all cattywhompus. He was not exactly excited about this...Dealmaking. It was more a transaction than anything else. He just needed something done but of course, this AI had to be a fuckin bitch about it. As she rambled of the long list of things she needed. Most of them shit involving computers, stuff he'd never understand.

Clearing his throat he spoke as clearly and precisely as his stance could allow him, his natural way of speaking in chopped up words "Look, I jus need ya ta make a basic game. Don gotta be good, I just wanna surprise my son fer his birthday aight? I'll get ya what ya need on a list er whatever. Just help a dad out eh?"

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The man looked at the letter. His face was unmoving beside the small smile that was permanently affixed to his face. Hell even if this woman wasn't the best person in the world she was at least respectful. Hell he had gotten less respectful meetings from people HE'S hired. But that was beside the point. The woman had given him an offer. He had to admit that an offer was preferable with how he wanted to treat life. On the surface not a stabby and killy one. Take care was vague, but hey it's better than nothing 

He let the silence hang for a bit longer. He had made up his mind but he wanted to PRETEND like he was considering it. After a few seconds he shrugged "So long as y'ain't gonna hurt my kids...Like the last bitch, I'm good to go with it. Gold'll be nice ta help fun one of their play's they are setting up" He overshared. Shut the hell up an focus for once in your life knuckle nuts. Mentally slapping himself he continued "But uh yeah, happily. An I wanna say, while you ARE kinda a bitch, thanks fer the second chance. Finally get a job that ain't sendin some poor sap ta god" he couldn't help but laugh a bit to himself at this 

Orianna had hoped not to bother with Veritas again after their little spat -- if one could call it that, she had certainly led the cavalry for it and to outsiders it could be considered one-sided -- but, here she was. Though well aware of the man sitting before her, her gray eyes focused on a letter in her hand. She did fine not appearing uneasy, but with a cold stare, she finally faced Veritas. She was indeed still bitter. Bitter over being seen as a tyrant, maybe, but that wasn't anyone's fault but her own, and perhaps in some ways she preferred it.

"If you want to feel in charge of a life, then I do have a request for you after all." She then paused. She didn't know if she could trust him -- but then again, she hardly trusted anyone else when it came to the ordeal with the lady of Sauveterre. Then, her iciness melted into a more neutral look. Maybe it was better to appear like she didn't care. "My friend needs help." she said, "I need you to see her, to make sure she is well for the week. She has a stranger in her fold now."

A stranger, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Orianna wasn't sure why her companion trusted someone so readily. Still, her gaze kept steady.

"I'm not asking you to harm this person, only to protect my friend. I will pay you real gold for the trouble, a piece of what I receive from my family's mines, so long as you can keep her safe." she said, "Accept, and I'll accept everything more than shit from you. And if you give me shit," She leaned towards him, "I'll give your children each one of your teeth."

AUH I ALMOST MISSED THIS hello.

Xander gently adjusted his glasses as he read over Orianna's violin piece. He was quiet. The only sounds the old singer made were the occasional hum or a soft 'mhm' of approval. Xander placed his thumb gently on the paper, before looking up at her.
"I think I can use this, madam, in one of my plays.. If you let me, of course," he said. Xander seated himself better in his chair and eyed his lukewarm tea, almost guilty. "It surely captured my interest," he muttered. Xander placed the violin piece back onto the table and cupped his tea.
"It is a beautiful piece. Or at least, I think it would be," he said. Smiling as he talked. "I am surely interested in buying it. I've got some duiten with me, as we speak" he added. Xander's gaze fell back onto the paper. He frowned. "But I am not sure if you're interested in coins, madam. Ah, pardon my prying but, I've heard about your... Situation. The instability, of it all," he said. Xander rolled his hand as if to ease his words. To soften the weight of these rumours he'd heard. 

"I was wondering, madam, if you wanted to perform this piece in my newest opera." Xander now used his hand to gesture at the paper in between them. "Drakenburg is far from here," he added in a softer tone. "Far from your father... My apologies," he said. Xander cleared his throat.
"I'm sure that I can arrange a place for you to sleep, a hotel room, maybe." Xander frowned once more. "The journey would be long, and my opera would play for five months. You can see it as a break of sorts, madam Fuchs. A vacation to a rainy, channel soaked city.. Ah!" His head piqued. "I won't even mind if you brought a friend along!" Xander took a sip. He grimaced. The tea had turned completely cold now. Icy and bitter.
"All I ask in return is your approval of me using your music in my play. Does that sound like a deal to you? Madam?"  

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Xander standing tehre with his old ivory coins

Nixie sat down at her desk, in front of Xander. Behind her, a painting of her own covered the entire wall. The window let down onto the street and let a good amount of sun in. She picked up the folder in front of her, hoping that someone finally brought her something decent. She had been doing set building and set painting since she was 18, she had turned 23 the other day now. How time has flown. Most directors came to her door with a play or opera in hopes that she would take the time to design the set. Since she was so intricate with the details of her work it took her a month to finish a single set. This meant she could only take up to 12 a year, and she was almost constantly beckoned upon. She had to choose wisely, and pick which plays and operas were gonna do well enough to make her work worthwhile. After all, time is money and time was scarce in her books. Xander had seemingly brought a new opera, however, it didn't have a title yet. Nixie let out a couple of gasps as she read into the opera, humming along where she could. 

"I think I could take this on, however, it'll need a name. In order for it to get put into my portfolio." She mumbled as she quickly wrote down some notes on the pen pad next to her. She flipped the pen in her hand, almost as if she was still contemplating taking this on. "My time here is limited, and you want this done when?" She gave a harsh eye to him for a second til he responded. Her eyes twinkled with a thought. She slowly stood up and walked over to her calendar, "That goes over my break... However, I could move my break to this week then I'd be free to do the set." She mumbled under her breath as she looked at next month's calendar. 

"It'll be around six hundred. That's without the rush fee." She said as she plopped down in her chair. She pulled one leg over the other. "With the rush fee, which puts you at the top of my priorities, it'll be eight hundred for what you're wanting. It is doable, however." She sat there for a minute, thinking quietly, listening to any remark that Xander might have.

"However, I know you'll do well with this one, so I'll lower it to seven hundred," She said with a soft smile. "Do we have a deal?"

NP She does set designs and costume designs for $$ she can be anywhere from 18-25 your pick.

"Listen, so, ah- No, it's okay, don't be alarmed! Would it be possible to pay you extra for something quick? Like, real quick?" 

The disheveled supervillain had dashed into Nixie's place of business- xer current attire being an orange jumpsuit, a crudely cracked pair of glasses, and fists wrapped in bandages. No shoes, barely socks, only gumption and a mysteriously snapped pair of handcuffs whose broken ends are glowing green. Xe kept a paranoid eye out to the space behind xer as xe sought shelter in her place- and then, helpfully decided the least threatening way to introduce xerself while maintaining cover was to pop out from behind a cabinet with the brightest "Hello friend!" xe could muster. Xe made sure to be very loud, so she knew how friendly xe was.

"It's just- Y'know, I love theatrics! And costumes! And masks! Anything to add a little spectacle to the world! And I just- your work is really quite fantastic, yknow?! Artists are severely undervalued in our society, and I can tell you take your work seriously. Like, I just- I sincerely admire your attention to detail! That comes from someone in love with their craft! And- Oh, that monarch butterfly prom dress in the window! So inspired! I can really tell you poured a lot of love into it! Are monarchs your favorite? Oh, but- I'm off track!"

Without waiting to see Nixie's thoughts on this request, the fugitive eagerly holds out a wad of paper cash- serialized bills, if Nixie thinks to check- to show that xe can cover it. "Let me know if this is too much to ask, but-- Do you have anything of a labcoat variety in stock? Latex opera gloves, perhaps? Domino mask? Costume goggles? Oh! Or anything with an atomic/radioactive motifs? Even just, like, random Halloween-decor caution tape or zombie-apocalypse flavored bio-bags. Just! Something that really screams 'I'm BACK and ready for NUCLEAR ACTION!' -Er, or, something less specific! But! Equally enthusiastic!"

@NEA-BUNNY

As another victim of her kiss fell limply from her arms, the serpent's ears twitched. The sound of a door opening alerted her to the presence of the brightly colored stranger, a beacon of auburn waves in the darkness of the unlit room. The unsuspecting teacher seemed to have interrupted a midnight rendezvous in one of the spare classrooms, though her colleague's body motionless on the floor signalled to the newcomer that something about this situation was horribly wrong.

The violent goddess turned her head, scarlet gaze glowing faintly in the dark. Her features, low lit by moonlight, were stained with death. Everything about her which was once beautiful seemed sharper somehow, as if the night's shadow had revealed the truth that the sunlight had hidden. Her eyes narrowed into slits as the serpent god parted her bloodied lips to speak;

"Turn around, forget everything you saw tonight," the pale creature warned softly, her voice growing darker as the sentence drew on, "-and I'll let you live."

The pale lady seemed to glide across the tiles as she swiftly closed the distance between them, leaving the man crumpled on the floor. Holding out a hand covered in blood that was not her own, the serpent smiled; the uncanny expression revealing a pair of pointed fangs.

"Have we come to an agreement?"

sunnyshrimp
(what an excellent reply!!! thank you so much ;w;; I enjoyed it so much I decided to respond with her answer :) tysm again!!!!)

The pale lady regarded him coolly, the foresight in her scarlet gaze belied wisdom beyond her years. The fading light that filtered through the stained glass cut her face in half, her left illuminated by brilliant amber rays, the right cloaked in ominous shadow. After a moment, she returned his unnatural smile with one of her own. The serpent's eyes sparkled with manufactured warmth as she replied simply, "Consider it done."

"-and please," The fallen goddess implored; extending a flawless hand to take his, "-call me Jör."

As the vibrant light of the setting sun filters through the stained glass windows, Yukio sits calmly, illuminated by hues of purple and red, on the stairs leading up to the central altar of the church. His posture's hardly becoming of a priest, really - his robes crumpled around his ankles, he addresses the serpent with a pleasant grin, his hands clasped tightly around a rosary he seemed quite fond of.

"World serpent," his voice is low as he addresses her, his one eye steady in his eye contact with her, "word of you has traveled far."

His words echo in the silence of the church, and he pauses for a moment before continuing. He is completely still before he speaks, again. "I'll be brief - I have no interest in your past with the Church. But I do have an idea, if you'd entertain it."

"I think someone like you should find it quite simple," he comes to his feet as he speaks, dropping the rosary carelessly to the marble floor, "you need only kill a naïve, foolish man. He is easy to deceive, but the people who surround him are far more competent than him. You will have no trouble in evading them." 

Then he steps closer to Jordyn and, with his face half-cast in the light, his smile's hardly pleasant to look at now - it's wide, and the sharp jut of his canines are garish against his toothy sneer. He seems much too eager to see this done.

"I see myself in you, stranger.. I know too well the pain of a family torn apart by cruel circumstance." His voice has a note of sadness to it, though the sentiment doesn't meet his eyes. "If you can do this for me, I will dedicate myself to your cause. I've spent countless millennia on this realm. Enough to - ah, meet some people you may find helpful in your search."

He stretches out his hand to her, his other hand tucked behind his back - and now that the talk of death is off his lips, his expression is far more personable. Well.. he certainly seems earnest. "Putting the Church behind us, I think we'll get along quite well."

Myriad observes the... person, unable to shake the feeling that the piercing ruby eyes were looking right through him, able to tell, somehow, that Myriad wasn't human, that he was in disguise. However, he knew he wasn't the only one between them pretending to be something he's not. Snake, his mind whispers, in priests skin.

He knew better than to mess with men of faith, but, Myriad reasoned to himself, his intentions were true this time. He planned to keep up on his side of the deal, should it come to that.

Myriad clears his throat finally, realizing he must've been staring for a good few seconds. "Eight," he says, adjusting his long legs in an attempt to seem shorter "My name I mean. It's Eight."

Awkward, idiot!

"I'd like to propose a deal to you,"

Better.

"If you'll hear me out. I've walked quite a while to be here just for you, Father."

A grotesque smile stretches across the face of the wolfish man before him. An invitation, or a mockery, Myriad wasn't sure. Either way, this was his opening. 

"I believe that anger is a feeling you know well. Anger.. and vengeance. My life was taken from me, my home, my place. I say this not for your pity, but for your solidarity, if that is a feeling you know."

Myriad couldn't meet his eyes any longer, casting his vision instead down at the rosary that played at the tanned fingertips of the man who looked at him with seemly rapt attention.

"I ask that you release your anger on the creature who stole my livelihood, be it murder or maim, I need them to know that I don't plan on taking this siting down."

Lifting his head back up to meet those eyes that made him feel so small, Myriad released the glamour that he had casted upon his body, appearing before Yukio as his true form. It wasn't often that he offered his genuine ability, but Myraid did not hesitate.

"I'm return I offer you a glimpse of the future. Anything you want to know, I can sight it for you. The time of your death, the result of a decision, the outcome of a battle, I can tell you, and you alone will have the power to either prevent or see to it that the future goes as predicted. So, shall we shake on it?"

Fingers crossed, Mi. This could be your last chance.

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AAA ily that’s so cute 🫥

"hey uhm,, sir.."
The tall eight ball headed man feels a tug on his shirt sleeve.

Looking down Myriad sees a smaller built Tiger hybrid, clenching a golden Trident within his heavily bandaged hands.

"You give advice right? er- fortune telling? uhm something? you can just.. help me right..?"
The Timid tiger seems to be very weary of his surroundings, Not used to being in such a.. exotic area.

"Listen I just.. I need some help. I'm sure you get this kind of stuff a lot but.. I just don't do this stuff. I Ignore it. I need some advice with my... crush..?"

Tigers posture tightening his glance shifting away from what he assumes is this eight ball's eye.
His stance leaning away from the crowd of people and dancers flocked around them in this, Place. 
"I have a crush, and he, he is always there for me and stuff, sorta. More like I'm always there for him... uhm I'm his assistant. I just wanna know.. if we have any chance.."
Tigers face getting a light flush and a awkward smile as his mind wanders and his mouth blabs on.

"I.. He is very handsome and kind.. With the sweetest smile.. and-"

Tiger quickly pops up.
"Look I just wanna know what I should do. I-I Don't know what kinda questions You can answer but I can pay up. I have.. roughly 2,000? I think. I don't know if that's a lot in your currency but I can defiantly try to get more if I'm underselling you. I can offer other things too, I can get Weapons at ease, amulets and jewelry too. Whatever you need. Whatever I can give ill get you."
The Bent and crooked tail tucking between his legs as he holds out his wallet.

"Please just give me any answers, Id appreciate anything."
The Tigers pleading eyes looking up at Myriad. Ready to place all his trust in this cheat.
Oblivious to the schemes going on beyond the curtains of his tall put together composure.

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that's a lot I am so sorry <3 next person doesn't need to do as much ^^

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Maggots response:

“Oh,, a scent? Like.. like a floral?”
maggot let’s put a chuckle and a smile.

“Absolutely!! I’d LOVE too! If you can make my bat here smell like roses I’m all in!! I’ll be your body guard easy!”
Maggot smiles widely bringing his bat to his side.
All ready to help a little fella out.

cause it’s been two days I’ll set these guys here for alternative options-

Maggot, Sage, Rambo, & Spider!