The OC Job Fair

Hades give Quincey a smirk. He assumed the robot wanted a physical solution to his "problem". Quincey's boss wasn't viewed very highly, and Hades wanted to exploit that.

"As long as you're willing to pay," Hades said, "I'm willing to help you out. You see, I'm a mage, and there's a transformation spell I'm willing to try out on the boss. It's a little rusty, but nothing I can't eventually perfect. But of course, I make, well... "mistakes" from time to time. I think the result of these "small" screw ups would have the same effect as giving the boss a nap. Hope you won't miss him..."

Hades chuckled darkly.

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"Hm, I hate to admit it, but I'll need a mage to help teach me a new spell. Someone with experience. But not too much experience, or else I'll have to take you down a few pegs..." Hades grumbled. "I hate paying random jackasses money, so I'll make it a trade instead. You'd better like the jewels I give you."

Goldenqilin Since it's been a while for a reply

"You got yourself a deal!" Astrid's smile widened for the chance to work with a dragon! Not just any dragon, but he was intrigued by the dragon who could communicate with him so fluently. Aside from that, magic has always been something he had been interested in, especially since he had been gifted with extraordinary magic skills. 

However, after agreeing to help Hades, Astrid realized dragons and witches must have very different magical abilities. Maybe I could teach him some new potion recipes, Astrid thought, but what if one didn't work how I thought it would. Then I would really be in trouble with this guy. And he wants to learn a new spell... He then remembered he was carrying his staff. Of course! He could give the dragon a magical artifact! Except, Astrid had forgotten the incantation to make it so others could wield magic through artifacts. But maybe, if he borrowed one from someone else...

"Ok, I need a new assistant since my current one has no respect for dragons. I need someone that respects dragons. Someone who will not die immediately when they're working with a dragon. I'm joking! Just as long as you're not skittish around the bitters, you'll be fine. I can offer... experience! No... um... how about potion knowledge or free housing? Well, I guess you could always name your price, but I usually work with favors."

"Ooh, me! Pick me! I like dragons!" Kyu excitedly raised their arm in the air, a wide grin upon their face as they did. After having done many favors and errands for so many people, they figured that taking care of a dragon couldn't be too different from taking care of other people's pets. Plus, when one of your friends just so happens to be able to make and control fire, you kinda get used to getting your fur singed every now and then. "I'll do it for free, though it would also be awesome to learn about potion stuff if you're willing to teach me!" Then, when they realized that their enthusiasm might make them appear a bit reckless, they calmed down a bit as their ears gave one last excited twitch. "I promise I'll be extra careful and take good care of the dragons, if you'll let me? Rest assured, you won't regret hiring me at all!"

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"Uhm, can someone help teach me how to bake stuff? I really like sweets like brownies and muffins, but I never learned how to make them myself... However, if you're willing to teach me how to bake anything, I'll pay attention and make it worth your while! We could go make flower crowns, or hang out somewhere, or I can do any favor you might need done! Trust me, I can be realll sneaky when I wanna be!"

"Simple. Get the most poisonous snake you could get your grubby mortal paws on. Then put it in a box and give it to her. You either end up dead from the snake, or get dumped. Either way, no girlfriend and no girlfriend means no problem! Honestly, you shouldn't bore me with such easy questions, but I get it: You admire me so much, I'll consider forgiving you."

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"I need someone to pretend to be me so my dad doesn't love me."

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Chesire heaved with laughter, they gripped their sides with their abnormally skinny arms. Their claws digging into their skin. "I haven't had a shape-shifting job in a looong time, quite surprising since shapers are a bit of a rarity. I guess people really do hate the stars of the world, don't they?" Chesire leaned down to Damien's height, their legs cracking with the sudden movement. "Alright, I'll give your dad a scare. But make sure to pay me right, did I mention I don't take cash? Paying me requires something very special of yours." 

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"My old client went and fired themself! I'll need a new one, can't have me going broke. What about you little one? Have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Gwendoline examined the souleater for a moment, trying to figure out if he was trustworthy. Sure, he looked scary, but the civil servant knew plenty of scary people, and most of them were actually nice. She decided to give them the benefit of a doubt for now, although she would still stay within shouting distance of one of the cities guards.  

“Oh course, I have plenty of wishes, “she said, before listing several issues around the city, “The perimeter wall needs to be repaired, food production is below expectations, and we’ve had some problems with the wildlife lately as well…” She stopped for a moment and asked, “Would you be able to help with any of that? What sort of wishes are you talking about? Also, what kind of compensation do you expect?”

 “Greetings! On behalf of the city of Soluon, I am looking for an escort. Someone who will accompany me on a diplomatic visit to an ally of the city, and protect me from wildlife and potential assailants. Would you be interested in this position?”

"I do not know much about diplomacy!" And Shrike was the worst person to request to go on such a mission. Nonetheless, she appeared excited, and as chimp-like as ever, primate grin never leaving. Money was money, after all, and in such a capitalist hellscape, she was more than happy to collect wealth in preparation for the inevitable.

And to purchase a few cute dolls with it.

"Well, of course I wiiiill," Shrike said to Gwendoline, not-so-cautiously prancing around the poor woman, "And I will bring my gun, too! That is fine, right? I have a gun for a reason. To protect people." God help me.

"I! Am bad at cooking." The first step of bravery is to admit your faults. And then to repair them. But, Shrike wasn't about to fix the fact that she couldn't cook, or rather, was too unmotivated to. "I am looking for a maid. For a day. I need you to clean and cook for me, if that is okay. I will pay you in money, yes. A lot of money. And I will burn a Ke$ha CD for you, also. She is so good."

Oh, Christ. Of course the first person to come and accept this job was Fulvous. Not only could they not cook for shit either, they were not going to be good at anything with being a maid. Especially not for a superhero! Gross!

Nevertheless, they squeaked in the most friendly voice they could muster, "Oh, suuuure, buddy! You don't even gotta pay, you know! I've got enough money from my other job, and besiiiides, we're such good friends!" Never mind the fact that they proclaimed Shrike their arch-nemesis a while back, but okay.

... Didn't matter because they were not planning to do a good job. They were going to burn or undercook whatever they were asked to make, and make the house even more of a mess. Because that's what supervillains do, apparently, be absolutely godawful maids.

"HEY!" Fulvous squealed to the first passerby they could find. "Hey, YOU!" After bolting over, they held out a piece of paper with a list of comic supplies and a few hundred bucks. "Here's what I need you to do. There's a comic contest happening nearby, you see? But I'm too busy planning my entry out to get supplies. So I need you to get me some supplies! Get exactly what's on there, alright? If you bring all the stuff back, you'll get to keep the change and another hundred! If you just take my shit and run..." Fulvous paused to shapeshift into their demon form. "You die! So, what do you say? Wanna get my shit?"

“Yes, I’m one of yours!” Fulvous squeaked, clearly not able to pick up on how poor Wraith felt about their voice. Really, if they had realized who this was before they had scrambled up to him, they would have kept their space. Mainly, most other demons made them nervous, especially one as powerful as a Sin. But that was just because Satan had warned them before not to meddle in hellish affairs, and this didn’t seem like too much of a hellish affair, right?

… Oh, when Wraith started walking away, they were PISSED. They hadn’t even managed to get a retort out of their mouth for the rest of his comments when he walked away… They screamed, “AT LEAST GIVE ME MY STUFF BACK, YOU BITCH!” but otherwise didn’t move. Again… They didn’t want to be punished by Satan for picking a fight they so clearly couldn’t win. So, angrily, they stormed off to a nearby arts and crafts store to buy the things they needed.

"You have good tastes, my man, I'm taking this one up!" Danica felt her own stomach get excited at the thought of an extra cheesy burger and fries. 

"You know, if you're really looking forward to the burger, maybe order two.. or, you know, a bunch. Can't have too many cheese burgers - I can always finish off any left over." She winked cheekily and swung herself over her bike that was to serve as her delivery vehicle. "Hand over the money and I'll get you your goods! I'll take the money over the inconvenience of a mound of dead bodies thanks!"

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"Ok, so, I'm kinda on the run from so people so I gotta stay in hidden, but it sucks not to be able to go at and do whatever shit you wanna do, you know? SO, I'm looking for someone with clothing-tailoring-whatever skills who can whip me up a disguise that's totally make me into a new person. So which textile nerd wants to take this one up?? I can pay in doritos! ..Or money, but you gotta give me time to break into a- er, I mean get the funds."

"Hmm..I could get that done in 5 days or so. " Leo wasn't a fan of tailoring any clothes for someone who wasn't any of their friends but this did sound interesting enough "...Mei would like some doritos, so you can just pay in that. I've stitched up and made plenty of clothes in the past so it should be easy. " 

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Leo waited next to a few passing by people, awkwardly standing there and procrastinating because they aren't used to talking too much, and this would require quite a bit of speaking. Eventually they decided to just tap a stranger's arm since standing there would lead to nothing "Hi. I need..a favor. There's a few spiders next to my house's door and i..can't get in. I'll pay to scare them off." Leo's words slurred and they paused a few times but it was understandable, they shuddered thinking back of encountering the bugs again. 

Sanya stopped with a flinch as someone grabbed them by the arm and turned around to see a young person speaking to them in a slurred voice. They listened to the heartfelt request and then gave a nod "Yea sure, I can call my security guard to chase them off for you."

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Sanya crossed their fingers, not taking their eyes off the prospective candidate on the other side of the desk "I need...a discrete kind of help, if you may say so. Skilled folks to help in a prison break. No casualties wanted. Upon success - 500 000 galactic credits to be divided between participants and the knowledge that you've gifted freedom to a wrongfully accused man. Upon failure - death. If that sounds interesting, then what can you bring to the table?"