Let's start this off with Clover!
If there's already a thread like this, please go ahead and let me know!
So the point of this game is very simple! The character below you will ask your character for a favor. This favor can be anywhere as simple as stepping aside for them on the street, to as difficult and insane as asking that they take a hit out on a mortal enemy, or to as silly and ridiculous as putting a pineapple on their head and doing the "I'm a Little Teapot" dance. Whatever they want it to be!
Then, you edit your post to have your character's reaction to the favor, whether it be positive or negative!
Rules
1) PLEASE MAKE SURE TO CLAIM A POST FIRST. This is to ensure no one gets ninja'd, which we all know can be super frustrating!
2) Let's stay away from any insanely NSFW favors, alright? Lightly suggestive is alright, but I would prefer to keep this thread open to everyone if possible!
3) Make sure you post IC, and that your favors and responses are written IC!
If I need to update these rules, I will!
Have fun everyone!
Tobias is a little uncomfortable, as he is with most people, but still he clears his throat and rocks back and forth, praying he doesn't end up rambling.
"My friend, Maescia, she's a witch, too. But she doesn't really make... potions, and all. Do you have one for knowledge? Intelligence, et cetera? And, if so, could I perhaps use one? I'm not exactly rich by any means, but I can pay you back in, uh, audiobooks or anything unique I can find in the library I work at. Anything you might want--"
Aaand he was rambling.
Thousands of swears bubbled up in Tobias's throat, but the man was gone before he could say anything. He had received an AD in Education, sure, but he had never taught anything. Plus, he hated the classes he took in college and resolved to never be a teacher.
But, fourth graders were, what, nine years old? They were probably just going to yell and make some gross jokes related to bodily functions. All he had to do was tell them to read a book the entire day or something.
"I can totally do this," Tobias muttered to himself, aware he could not totally do this.
"Oh good. Listen, I'm not feeling well. My medicine's kicking in and it's making me drowsy. Would you mind taking care of class for me? Don't worry, they're just fourth graders." He leaves before Tobias can even reply.
Terry blinked slowly (and alternatively) as the upbeat woman stormed up to him. He raised an eyebrow as he was given the money he could've sworn one of his students drew up and tried to bribe him with. Wait, what was a BunniBucks? Twilight Smoothie? Saturn Cake Pops?
Oh, he must be dreaming.
That's it.
Smiling dumbly to himself, Terry nodded and plodded towards his car. Even if it was a dream, he could enjoy a nice, large coffee, right? And maybe the nurse would be waiting there for-
He fell asleep in his car.
It was a brisk spring day as 'John' (in disguise to avoid garnering any attention) walked down the a busy street in downtown. He had decided to wear his usual outfit that day - midnight-blue jeans, midnight-blue duster, black boots, light-blue (nearly white) tuxedo top, navy suit vest, dark-blue bow tie. He had on false contacts, to hide his glaringly-strange iris colour, and was wearing a top hat to cover his hair this time. with the brim down, he trekked slowly down the busy street with an unmoving expression of disinterest. He was heading to his car, hoping to possibly catch a movie (rare for him to have free-time in his situation) when he bumped into a strange lady walking, while not looking where she was going - maybe she was on a phone? She had pink hair, blue eyes, and a fluffy, cloud-like dressing about her shoulders. Not wanting to be rude, 'John' spoke up;
"Excuse me. Please, you go first."
He stepped to the side closest to the road, giving here space to go by. He waited for her to pass him, as a gentleman would.
Angelo waited outside, shivering in the frigid cold. He could wait inside of the building for an opportunity to talk to the boy behind the counter, but that would look like stalking. Essentially, he was stalking, but he'd rather not be taken for a creep. His target eventually exited the premises. Time to make his move. Mustering all the courage the 15-year-old could, he tapped the other boy on the shoulder, recoiling in fright as if he didn't try to get his attention.
"Um, I-- S-sorry, I-- Sorry to bother you, but. How were you able to get that job?" As the words escaped his mouth, Angelo realized in horror how condescending that could've come off. "I-I-I-- I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just-- You look younger than I do, and I..." He couldn't tell the boy he was looking to fake his age. That'd sound extremely sketchy. "I wanted to get a s-s-similar job. Could you tell me how you did it? If you want, that is. No pressure."
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Taken off guard, Angelo shrank back instinctively, but he decided that the stranger seemed harmless enough. "S-sure. I'll try my best to find him." He answered, taking their letter. After they departed, Angelo realized he'd run into a bit of a problem. He didn't go to that school. Still, he couldn't go back on his offer after the stranger left. Looking at the school, he began to formulate a way to deliver the letter...
It wasn't often Chance found themselves willing to ask a complete stranger for a favor, but here they were. For a moment, they hesitated, watching as different people passed by. None of them particularly stood out, until they noticed Angelo start to pass. Bracing their nerves at the thought of what they were going to do, they took a deep breath, and stepped towards the young man, waving an arm. "Hey! Can we talk for a sec?"
Flagging Angelo down, they looked down at him and offered him a faint smile. "Well, um, I'm sorry if you're busy, but--" They thrust the folded paper at him. "In that school over there," they pointed, "there's a boy with blonde hair, green eyes, and glasses. His name is Noah. Could you make sure he gets this? Please? I'd deliver it myself, but," they sigh, expression downcast as they stare at their own feet. "I can't do it..."
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"Wait, what?" Chance stared at the They hesitate for a moment, before taking the cat. "Ooo-kay? I guess I could." Sure they were supposed to meet up with him, but they imagined he wouldn't mind a cat being brought along, even if said cat was really a human. And well, if he did, Chance could figure something out. "So uh." Chance glanced down at the cat, lifting him a bit in the air, feeling just a little silly about all of this. "Do you like sushi? I kind of had a date planned."
Sylvester stopped mid-step in the empty street, suddenly realizing something. He had to be somewhere. He had to be somewhere extremely soon and this somewhere did not allow animals.
A black cat mewed up at him, his golden eyes holding more intelligence than the average cat. Convienently, his shapeshifting boyfriend had accidentally turned himself into a cat. Sylvester didn't know how anyone could do that accidentally, but yet, here they were. Sylvester sighed, causing Vincent to meow at him again, louder this time. On one had Sylvester was aware Vincent could take care of himself, but on the other hand, he was currently a cat, and in a city neither of them were familiar with.
It was then that Sylvester saw someone else walking down the street. They had a bounce to their step and were wearing a pink coat with little bears printed on it. Someone who hopefully like animals then. Not having enough time to make a smart decision, Sylvester scooped up Vincent (who yowled in protest) and walked over to them.
"Hey," Sylvester handed them Vincent, "Take this for like- two hours, he'll revert back to a human by then." Not considering that the person might want an explanation for that statement, Sylvester ran off.
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Revival time! Fokron you don't need to do a follow-up if you don't want to!
Matcha blinked rapidly and let his lips curl into a smile.
"Hey, random question...do you know any good cake recipes? Can I have it? I want to try baking more... I'll give you dibs first, I promise!"
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Matcha maintained a forced smile as he listened to Brown's request. Despite the occasional stammer that sounded, Matcha primarily remained silent.
"I—uh, I do appreciate that suggestion, but I don't think my manager would approve. I could direct you over to one that serves cold brew?
With a stupidly long sniff, Brown thumbed her mug before looking up at the green canine. For no real reason, he thought he was a fool, but a refined fool. He looked so sophisticated, yet there was that modesty surrounding from him that almost seemed like a fault, and it both intrigued and disgusted her at the same time. She sniffed once more and gazed back down at her cup.
In all honesty, the middle-aged woman was starting to regret getting coffee. Or going to the cafe in general, really. If she wanted a drink, she should've went to the bar across the street to get fucking sloshed.
But she had already paid for this cup, and she was feeling a bit stingy, so she pushed her order aside before clicking her tongue at the canine and remarking, "Listen, you. Get the fuck over here, or I'll kick your ass." Don't say that? Ever? That's not how you get someone's attention? Brown was, however, the type to dismiss her covert threats with coy merriment, for just moments later, she giggled and leaned back in her seat with a falsely bashful wave of her hand. She knew he was coming over, though she did want to test his reaction like a jackass.
"Oh, don't worry about it," she told him with a coo once he was within earshot. The woman leaned across the counter, almost spilling the cup of coffee as Brown seemed dedicated to coming off as an obnoxious, Romantic customer. Disgusting! "I will not hurt you... Or ask you to poison someone else's drink... My pockets are empty, you know. No room for arsenic or thallium. I bet that shit would corrode my hands anyhow." Suddenly, her silky voice was interrupted by a harsh laugh as she slammed a fist against the table and leaned back, grin now clearly apparent on her face.
"I do have a favor for you, though, sir. So prick those fucking ears of yours. I want you to try asking that boss of yours to sell alcohol around here. Doesn't even have to be anything too hardcore. Just cocktails might do. After all, sometimes it is not the cold or heat that someone is looking for... Sometimes what they are looking for is alcohol, and your fellow aristocrat here is one of those folk." Brown accordingly pointed a finger at herself, the nail almost jabbing at her chest out of sheer enthusiasm.
It wasn't even that good of a rationale to badgering this fellow. The bar was just across the street.
With a sigh, she explained further while cupping a cheek in her hand, "I know it may go against what you believe in regarding drinks, but... I like your calmness. I like your attitude. I just don't get that shit from bartenders, you know. And the ones from the nearby bar are such bitches..." She giggled and allowed her words to be comprehended - bit by bit - before continuing. "... So, why not get the best of both worlds? I get to have your service, and I can get a drink or two. So would you help me in that regard? The customer is always right, you know." Oh god. Shut up, old lady.
I am so sorry En..... Brown is just.... a little bit mean. as a treat. time for a follow-up.
With a roll of her eyes, the middle-aged aristocrat twiddled the telephone cord around her pointer finger like that was in any way a responsible or safe action to be doing... Especially when in her area, corded phones were ridiculously expensive artifacts that were exclusive to the rich. Never mind the fact that she was an aristocrat; this really just existed for the pretentious vintage aesthetic.
"Whatever," she grunted to the king, "Be grateful I didn't fucking find her dead, or I was in a shitty mood and decided to kick her ass beforehand." A subtle sneer snaked its way onto her face while gnashing her teeth, which could actually be heard from the other side of the speaker if one put in their ear close enough to it. "Besides, I know for a fact that you care about her so much. It would be a shame to lose a child in such an undignified manner. Not that there's a good way for a kid to die in the first place." Like a potential murderess's opinion had any weight in that.
But... Wait, Brown having morals?
It actually made her uncomfortable enough to shift on her side and hiss, "But yes, you heard me right the first time. She went off to get some herbs or some shit, and apparently she tripped and hurt her ankle. Real fucking clumsy too, let me tell you that." Hey. "It was in a relatively secluded part of town, you know... Close to the outskirts. I heard that those parts are usually the most frequented by outlaws because they can take shit from both the urbanites and anyone going through the borders. It's real smart; I have personal experience in that regard." Hey there!
"At least I reported her presence to you, you know. In these types of areas, if someone disappears, there's almost a fucking fifty-fifty chance that the case never gets solved. Again, personal experience."
Shut. Up.
Brown now sighed and adjusted the crow's-feather brooch on her chest before suddenly asking, "Hey, was that thunder on your side?" Thank goodness he wasn't here in person. He wouldn't be able to see the grin on her face as she half-reassured, half mocked him, nor the brooch that was supposed to represent something... Sentimental to her. Or someone, technically, but that was a different story for a different day. "Sucks for you then, really," she sniffed with a raised brow, "Really fucking sucks."
She raised both brows upon hearing the favor the king had presented to her. Sure, the aristocrat wasn't new to keeping people for the night, but... It wasn't like she enjoyed doing so by any means.
Still, if she could somehow curry political favor out of this...
After a sharp inhale, she replied with a coo, "Of course, sir. I can do that, as long as she behaves. I'll have you know that this is still my house, and I can control who stays in it, but... Sure. Whatever. Just make sure your end of the deal comes through in time, or else you and your daughter will be forcibly removed from the premises if either of you two ever come around here again, alright? And no, I will not specify what that means. Leave that up to your imagination."
"... I see, thank goodness. I can't thank you enough for helping her," En sighed in relief over the phone. He'd been wracked with worry all day, pacing around the castle restlessly while waiting for his daughter to come home. When the driver's called to say she both wasn't around and wasn't answering her phone, his worry strengthened. Did someone get her? Was she attacked? Thankfully, he was answered by a call from Brown, explaining the situation.
The king wanted to cry right then and there, but knew it would only irritate the woman on the phone. As he opened his mouth to say something, he was interrupted by a threatening rumble of thunder. He paused and looked to the windows, walking towards them to peer outside. A nasty storm was forming, with thunder and lightning already around, and the wind picking up. "Of all the times..." En mumbled under his breath before putting the phone back up to his ear. "Brown, I'm sorry to ask this of you, but would you mind looking after her for the night? There's a storm coming and I don't think any of our cars could safely get to you at this rate. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I'll be sure to pay you back."
"Oi didn't know yer we're a king!" Roswell said surprised. Otherwise, he would have asked for a lot more than some money, after dragging poor En through all those back allies and skipping a meal. And while Roswell skipped a meal like, every day, it didn't make things less...difficult. "Roight, " Roswell said as he weighted the cash in his hands, "glad to see yer fixed up though paddy, yer almost made me worried back then." Roswell swallowed the fact that 'back then' meant the moment his sorry ass almost got arrested for being the subject of stabbing the king. Not if En would made it or not. He smiled as he carefully hang the moneybag on bid belt. 'Oi do, really appreciate de money, " Roswell said. "But, there is one... One tiny din Oi want to ask yer as well, " Roswell said. He took a big breath before saying: "remember when Oi told ya about dat ol' paddy at the outskirts of town, dat goes coo-coo bananas if yer talk about religion and gives yer free fud? Oi don't want to sound like the poor streetman that flock to 'er like 'ungry pigeons but-" Roswell wringed his hands slightly together. 'But I would appricate some fud aye. Loike something deep fried and heavy on the stomach." (Give this man his nuggies or so God help him)
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"Oi bet dat sword of yers got many friends, " he said with a sharp smile that didn't reach his eyes. "But afin, yer offering gold and oi for de..." Roswell paused a tiny bit too long, "expertise. Roight sprung, tell me what yer want to, obtain and oi'll get it for ya. No sweat, " he said with an smile that matches his massive ego.
Klunei strides up meekly, offering a sheepish smile. He wasn't entirely unaware of the implications of asking a thief for help, but--- Gosh darn it he just wanted to help his customer with their potion. It didn't matter anymore how expensive or rare that one ingredient was, they needed that potion for their sick family--- or so he was told. More likely, a scam artist was taking advantage of the simple enchanter. This was something the animate sword Ditrim had stated more than once during the trek here, but he was quickly brushed off.
"No one that sad would lie, Ditrim!" Klunei pleaded, tucking the sword into his scabbard, "I just have to help."
And, as he approached Roswell, despite the fear lingering in his throat, the man offered up his question.
"Ex...Excuse me," He stuttered, coughing to recompose himself, "I've heard you're---"
"A dirty thief!" Ditrim's muffled voice cascaded from his back, silver-blue aura forming a hand out of the scabbard and pointed accusingly, "Someone we SHOULD NOT talk to."
"Ah!" Klunei thumped the scabbard, silencing the bothersome sword for a moment, "Please--- please excuse him. He's not fond of strangers you see--- But I ah..I have some gold. Can....Can you help? There's this rare item I just can't seem to get a hold of. My client needs it terribly."
"Yeah to scam you out of house and home." The sword was quieter this time, but still grumbled in annoyance over the entire situation.
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(Tiiiny Follow up!)
Klunei sighed softly, "N-no, no need to give me anything. I was just a tad...nervous."
There had been a few times, way back when he was new to his group, where the enchanter had been used as bait a few times. Of course, it always turned out just fine, but there was always the off chance something could happen.
"I trust you," He smiled softly, "I hope no one vandalizes such a beautiful place again."