[IC] You and the oc above must work together to...

Salvador stood on the street corner, a newspaper in his hand, a frown on his face. How did he get tricked into this!? Selling newspaper was a children job when you're like 6 or something. Salvador was 25. He knows that he was small and his build was fragile, but Void, did he really look like a 6-year-old?  it must be the cap, he thought. However, his companion didn't look like an adult either but... Maybe. Maybe, Sal was hired because their boss thought that Sal was a teenager with a centered around his lips, hair problem...

"A-alright, let's be quick, " Salvador said. "So we can go home and drink beer and other eh. Adult stuff, like pay taxes, " he said while giving his companion a quick smile. "You like adult stuff right? Your adult right? A hard tax paying, coffee drinking adult... Who sells newspapers on a Sunday morning...right?"

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The Oc below most help Sal pickpocketing a lower aristocrat in the crowd 

The initial plan was to watch Sal pickpocket and give him tips. The guy seemed reluctant, but wasn't he always? It was when Jackson handed him a walkie-talkie that he noticed the man had no gloves! The device started to rot and blacken until it crumbled away, leaving the two staring at the empty hand.
"Yeah, yup. That'd probably make things difficult," Jackson murmured while scratching his neck. He looked over at the crowd then back at Sal, smiling at him. "Hey, no problems! We're not thieves if we can't think of backups! I'll do the stealing, and you go out and be a distraction to everyone for me, okay?" He was about to pat his comrade on the back but hesitated, the image of the walkie-talkie still fresh in his mind. Slowly recoiling his hand, he instead gave Salvador a thumbs up before moving into the crowd.
It was still a stretch between the holidays, so people were still shopping frantically, even the aristocrats. That meant they weren't paying attention to him in this outside market. Jackson sidled up close to the target, but made sure to hang behind. A lady with a purse tightly held, but an open one.
Suddenly, the crowd all looked in one direction in shock. Whatever Salvador did, it was good. Jackson took that window of time and snaked his hand in front of the woman, taking her money and her jewelry. He took a second to appreciate her beautiful, elderly looks before hightailing it out of there.
"You and me make a pretty good team!" Jackson laughed when he and Salvador met up again, far away from the market. He showed him the haul but wouldn't let him touch it. "Let's get you some gloves first. Then why don't we go show your dad all this, huh? I bet he'd love to hear about how great you did." There was no hiding the hearts in his eyes at the mention of Roswell.

The OC below must help Jackson win a race!

The mystic stood before Jackson, hand on hip and a cheeky smile on his face. "A race you say?" He then crossed his arms and tilted his head, seemingly thinking something over. Then his smile turned mischievous and he pulled his scepter from his back with a graceful swirl. "Lucky for you, darling, not only do I have just the thing, but I'm also not impartial to a little foul play every now and then." He winked as power built up in his free hand in the form of sparkling purple light and began to mutter strange, arcane words under his breath. Once the quick mantra was finished he flicked a Swiftness spell casually at Jackson. What appeared to be small gusts of wind began to swirl around the thief's feet and Bankorai shook what remained of the spell from his fingers, purple sparks falling to the ground before disappearing entirely. He took in Jackson's surprised face and laughed. "No worries, no one but you and I will notice the aura the spell gives off and the tingling will go away. Eventually."

 The OC below must help Bankorai fight through a dungeon.

"STAY BACK! YOU CAN LEAVE THIS TO ME!" Deathborb  tries to pick up Bankorai but fails bc deathborb is so smol.  A monster tries to attack Bankorai but Deathborb bites its ankles until the monster falls over and then Deathborb goes in for the kill.  Deathborb does this several times. Finally they reach the boss of the dungeon and Deathborb tries to go for the ankles but fails bc the ankles are covered in armor.  "BANKORAI! GO ON WITHOUT ME! I AM DEATHBORB! KILLER OF MANY! I WILL BE FINE ON MY OWN!"

the oc below must help deathborb guard his territory

Damien was walking down the street, minding his own buisness when he heard a loud squawk and a bunch of russle from a bush up ahead. He frowned, and tentatively moved closer to the bush - and jumped when a black bird came tumbling out with a cat. "GET BACK YOU PESKY CAT, THIS IS MY PLACE" the bird squarked, while pinned down by the cat. Damien dived forward and grabbed the cat, making sure not to hurt either, and placed the cat down to shoo it away. The cat left, and Damien turned to the bird, "you alright little buddy?" He moved to reach the bird. The bird jumped back, "IM FINE, I DONT NEED HELP" the bird grumbled before moving back to the bush. Damien stared at the space the bird previously stood, and then moved on.

The OC below must help Damien fight a powerful demonic entity (or escape it) - but the entity is 50ft tall!

"Ok, a titantic demon lord which has more power than every demon we fought so far...?

Let's do this."

Damien could only look in either horror or awe about what was going on in the boy's head but it felt like he is more than pumped to defeat a giant demon for the mission he was paid for.

"Seriously, this will be a GREAT addition to my record. Defeating this giant beast would make everyone turn heads back home. "Oh we fought a big monster with the power to end words. Oh I fought a 50ft demon lord with the power of satan himself.

Think about it, this will earn US bragging rights for the work we have done to end up this far. The bigger they are...the harder they fall." He smiled devilishly.

As Robi began readying his weapons for the inevitable battle, he began discussing tactics.

"So here's the deal..."

The OC below must help Robi's ship escape pursuit from a fleet of an organised faction.

This was new. This was definitely new. And while Pacify likes to keep her mind open and accept things as they came, she wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with this— helping a criminal escape the clutches of a faction.

 She had been sent to apprehend him, not help him— when she made her way into the ship, he had taken off, piloting it recklessly as to try to throw her out a cargo bay. It was a long, straining fight that eventually drew some attention, hence the faction. Another, larger ship started following them, apparently recognizing that it was a criminal ship. They began to fire, unaware that Pacify, innocent, was on board.

“Oh, god—“ she choked, catching a glimpse of the aerial being that flew at them. The LEDs on her screen lit up a bright “!!!”.  If she didn’t do something, she would get shot, and the ship would go down with her in it. However, if she confronted the faction outside the ship, the criminal could get away. But... she couldn’t let anyone get hurt. Not herself, not the faction, and not even the crook. It was so messy. Why couldn’t things just work out?

She whipped her head back around to the criminal, then shouted in anger. “Argh! Fine! I guess— ugh!’ She clenched her fists, uncharacteristically upset. “I’m going to stop them. But don’t you dare think about escaping!”

She kicked on her rocket boots and flew out the open cargo bay, and she soared on top of the ship. Making her way in via vents, she was able to (thank god) peacefully locate the pilot and convince them that she had it under control. It took awhile to convince them to not use any methods of violence, but she did it. Once the negotiation was over, she flew back out of the ship to see that the criminal’s method of transportation was gone.

Pacify sighed. She couldn’t save them all.

Help Pacify unwind from a long, hard couple days of work!

Dolores looked over her shoulder to see the individual lounging on the armchair, the latter clearly exhausted as she attempted to sink as much into the plush fabric as she possibly could. The sight was admittedly a bit... Humorous to the older woman, but she nonetheless maintained a concerned frown as she scoured through the cabinets for anything that could be remotely useful for someone like her guest. Was she a robot? A sentient AI? Who knows? She only heard that her guest wasn't human, but she still absolutely refused to let her toil any more after several days of work.

Already, she felt immense guilt over the possibility of not being able to accommodate her guest. She, after all, had many people stay at her home in her retirement years, but all of them were... Ummm... How does one say this politely? Biological? This example didn't really fit the description, but she nonetheless pulled out a vial of motor oil from the closet (which was likely all coagulated and disgusting thanks to probable years of disuse) and hobbled over to the living room where the other party rested in. There, she placed the vial onto the nearby ottoman before seating herself on the nearby couch.

"So, about this hero role," she started quietly while looking into the suit's heart-shaped face, "Is it taxing on you at all? Emotionally or physically?" The elder tittered with a flutter before sighing and shaking her head. Of course it was. That's why she asked for you to take her in in the first place. Dolores wrung her hands together as her brows furrowed together, yet her frustration was clearly directed at herself instead of the other party.

Clearing her throat after a period of silence, she asked further, "I'm... I'm quite sorry if this isn't enough for someone like you, miss. All I know when it comes to comforting others is just... Talking. You know, like..." She rubbed the back of her neck while trying not to giggle again; besides, if she did so this time, it'd basically be a bit obvious that she had no idea what the hell she was doing. Her eyes were directed back towards the vial of motor oil before she shuddered and leaned back against her seat.

"Like this?" Dolores replied to herself, only for her to feel even worse afterwards. Don't refer to yourself like that. She wrung her hands together before finally allowing several tense giggles to escape from her mouth. Not that it helped the mood. She just... Felt helpless in the face of such an unusual yet benevolent occupant. "I could... Prepare you something that you find tasty or soothing... Like tea..." she continued ever so awkwardly, "... Something better than the motor oil, at least." Why did I even offer motor oil in the first place? Now she might think I'm insulting her!

She shrunk back, her sinking feeling only becoming more and more predominant as time went on.

"Or we can just talk, if you so desire. That's how I always unwind... It's always so much more peaceful when you can just converse and not have to worry about saving the world and... All that. Besides, I can't help but find your company interesting, ma'am. Would you... Ummmm... Tell me more about yourself in the process... Hm?"

the OC below helps Dolores gather groceries for... a beef stew. that'll definitely be shared later on too... :)c

oh heck. time for a follow-up... rip Maribelle tbh, but her dynamic with Dolores is pretty interesting so far...

Maribelle was still stuck with this sweet old woman, and slowly but surely, she was getting used to being around her. Enough to not look as solemn as... she usually did, anyhow, though there was a lingering trace of gloominess on her face, for that was simply how she worked. Terrible. But! Here she was, and she leaned away from the elderly woman, searching the store, her eyes as sharp as an eagle's. She hadn't been paying much attention to Dolores herself, aside from shuffling awkwardly after her whenever they went along. There were a few times, however, when she spotted something sweet and felt the temptation to annoy her companion to buy it for her, but each time she decided against it. Instead, she opted to stare at the floor.

Until they came to the vegetables. She shuffled up to one of the shelves and browsed for a few moments. She had to teach herself which produce were fresh and which weren't, for she had... not the best luck in the past, but hopefully this wouldn't spring to light right now. Not when she was still in servitude to Dolores.

"Beef stew is boring without vegetables." She rasped. She stood there for several moments, and then reached out, grasping a hefty bag of potatoes, raising it over her shoulder and placing it there. Potato... parrot... "When I was little," she said, "I used to say I was allergic to vegetables." She scrunched up her nose. "I hated carrots the most. I don't know why. I just didn't like them at all." It didn't help that she still kind of had the taste buds of a child, and would probably much rather prefer Skittles or something for dinner, but at least she was growing out of it, right?

..Was she growing out of it?

"I can carry the... the things for you. If you can't put them in your basket. Can't fit them, in case they're heavy, or something..." she added in a quieter voice, "I can lift... I can lift this." She would end up injuring her back at some point, but oh well. "We still need, uh... You have the beef? Do we have..." Carrots. "Celery? Or-- Or dry red wine, like pinot noir. You should put a little wine in it."

the oc below must... teach Maribelle basic middle school math.

oh god, here's a follow-up... rip nana for being stuck with this grumpy ass child

"Yeah, I know math," Nana bragged, flipping through the book rapidly. He was holding it upside down. "See this number?" he said, slamming the book down and pointing at a 7. "That's the most important one. Keep that in mind. Now, you take seven, and you give it seven more, what do you got? Two sevens." He flipped the page.

"As for all these "words," Nana said, making air quotes, "you should know that I can't read. But numbers, man, I'm good at numbers. I'm the only one in the vilage who can count past forty frogs, so... kind of a big deal." He passed the algebra textbook back to the girl. "Here, I'll show you a trick... You do this," he said, grabbing a pencil and a notebook, "and you just do this, and this... Ta-dah! It's a frog!" A poorly drawn one.

"But in all seriousness," he laughed, "I got no clue what these symbols mean. Don't worry. You'll have a mathematics degree in no time."

He wasn't getting many laughs out of this one. "Okay," Nana sighed, "I'll show you algebra. Do you know what an equation is? Y=mx+b--that's pretty much the one you gotta remember. It makes things balance. You just slap some numbers in there and suddenly, it's math. Alright, so you've got... let's say eighty watermelons. That's too many. You've got seventy nine watermelons, and you eat one every two hours. So b in that equation, that's gonna be the number of watermelons you start with--seventy nine. And then that M? That's the slope. Like on a hill. You just roll it on down, and you plug "two" in there, because that's how fast you're eating those melons. Wait, I think I got it backwards..." He scratched his cheek with the pencil, smudging graphite onto his face.

It took ages, but eventually, the equation was filed in with all the right numbers. Nana looked especially smug, proud of himself for figuring it out. It was totally possible that he had learned more than Maribelle...

The OC below must help Nana catch a goliath frog!

Nana's face paled, and that was a sight to see. His skin was already paper-white, but now he looked sickly, blue veins visible underneath. She would EAT the frog? No way. "Oh," Nana said, "I just remembered... my, uh. My house is on fire. Right now." He pointed off to his left--the opposite direction of home, just in case. "Nevermind on the frog thing."

He hurried past the golem, scampering away into the woods before she could respond. No way was he going to put a frog's life in danger like that--especially such a rare and powerful frog! Better to go find it himself.

"A...fRoG?" Vashni was visibly dumbfound by such a strange and sudden request especially coming from such a...peculiar personality. "WEll~ I'm a vEry buSy gOLem, mY lItTle fRieNd-" They stopped mid-phrase as a sudden and very loud growl escaped their stomach. And wait, did they just call a person twice as high as them little?! Whatever... "But maybe I can spare you a moment..." The golem made a dramatic pause, their huge grin growing even wider. "But only if I can eat it afterwards!" Vashni exclaimed, clapping their little hands. "So...Do we have a deal?" Even though one couldn't guess Vashni's mood by the expression on their face as they always wore that eerily wide grin, they clearly looked excited at that moment, thoughts of a tasty fried frog making their imagination (and stomach) run wild. And maybe, just mayyybe, they were excited to spend a day with someone who wasn't a brainless moron and a hyper active child. 

Please help Vashni find something to eat~

Caelum patted her back, hard enough to push Vashni a bit but not enough to hurt them. She smiled deviously, the intent not as it seemed, Caelum licked her lips and rubbed her hands together.

"Food, huh? Well I've got just the thing for you! Have at it, it's a special sweet from where I come from! Which is somewhere in space.. I'm not good with maps and stuff, but this is great, I promise! Its, its like an amazing mix of sweet and a bit salty, and slightly savory??" Caelum laughed, "Now that I think about it, most the food from there is weird to describe! Just try it, you'll see what I mean." She handed it to Vashni, placing it gently in their hands. It was round and smooth with soft spikes poking out, it was like a plain but with an galactic splash. Colourful made of blues and greens, sprinkled with some sort of sparkly seasoning that looked like thick, pink salt.

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Oh no! On her space travels, Caelum lost her crew and can't seemed to find them. Help her find out where she is and contact them?

Walker looked at the younger party and asked almost mockingly, "Friends? You have friends?" She sounded like she was almost going to laugh, but in reality, her face remained tightly straight... Also, if anything, the older woman felt like she was going to start crying at any given moment? Why exactly, she didn't know. What was certain, however, was that she resented feeling the way that she felt, and she certainly wished that she wasn't stuck in such a menial task.

Alas... It is what it is, huh? she mused to herself while looking around the area, hands tightly attached to her side. The aristocrat only gave the other party a cursory glance every so often. It seemed that she was also contributing to the effort to determine her exact location, which at least made Walker feel more at ease... Nothing upset her more personally than one whom she perceived as a free-loader, and although she was part of the top one percent herself, she could at least hold a minimum amount of respect for those whom she considered below her - mostly because of the work they had to deal with.

In other words, she at least could be down to earth for just a few minutes... Hopefully. (She still wanted the search to be quick - after all.)

"I must admit that I am a bit poor with words," the human sighed after a period of unproductive observation, "but... You know... That planet in the middle of... Somewhere?" Someone had obviously no experience in astronomy, and it showed. Also, way to be helpful. She rubbed the back of her neck before grunting, "You know... I just cannot put a name on it, but... I think... I think an observatory would do you help..." That suggestion at least piqued Walker's confidence a bit more as she perked herself up and started walking over to a corded telephone, placing her hand over the dial in the process.

"Okay, so... I know an observatory that is close to here, one that could help you determine your relative position in space. Then maybe you can try contacting your friends from there?" she babbled while clearly feeling self-conscious about it, "By the way, I doubt that your friends will have to worry about you leaving this particular area anytime soon. This area has not accomplished space travel just yet, I think... It would be better that way, too, at the very least. Less people getting lost, you know?" She chuckled in spite of the jab she had just uttered, and it was disgusting.

Hopefully this duo wouldn't be so disastrous in the end.

the OC below must help Walker clean the house for an upcoming party in a few hours!!

time for.... a follow-up..... B)

"Please feel free to relax, milady, a woman of your status should not have to deal with such trivial matters. I shall have everything done within the established time frame," Heinrich promised while bowing. He stood back up and looked at his surroundings. Okay, it was a relatively large house and one that's hosted many parties before. There were still remnants of the past party. Nothing too horrible, fortunately. And he was given a few hours to clean this. That was fine, he'd cleaned the entire castle in less.
Eager to show off his head butler talents, Heinrich moved at lightning speeds. Water filled a bucket and cleaning spray foamed against dusty shelves while he picked up trash and vacuumed. He exchanged the vacuum for a mop and used the bucket to help him clean the kitchen and the rest of the manor that needed it, coming back to clean the dust and cleaning foam off all the shelves.
"Here you are, madame," Heinrich said in the middle of his cleaning, setting own dish of small sandwiches and a glass of water with a peach slice at the end of the glass instead of the regular, sour lemon slice. "Cleaning will be done within the hour. Thank you for your patience."
He was true to his word. Every nook and cranny of the place was scrubbed squeaky clean. He did note, however, that there were some, what he could only describe as, secret stashes of money. An interesting note, but nothing he took for himself. Alongside that he noticed pictures of strange, unusual creatures, like a very large mole with even larger claws. Of course a lord and lady would have come across such a fascinating life. But there was also a picture of a younger man. Perhaps the lady's child?
In the end, any curiosity Heinrich felt was one he didn't voice. Instead, he bowed to Walker. "The manor is clean, milady," he said before standing up straight. "I hope it is to your satisfaction."

Heinrich's been ordered to get something in the dog park, but he's terrified of dogs! Help him by keeping all the dogs away from him!

When Heinrich had ordered for a bodyguard he probably thought of something else. But that didn't kill Leika's spirit. In contrary. Leika had one if her guns ready and had this awful stench around her. Grease. With closer inspection, poor Heinrich could see that he hired a mad lass. Her entire coat, was soaked with grease and lard she held a large piece of meat in her free hand. And had a smile from eye to eye.

"Go get your thing my butler man, " she said. A high cheerpy voice. She was young, she was dumb, and ready to be bait. "I'll distract those doggies with my genius mind, " she did poking the side of her head slightly. "And my muscles! Ha!"  And with that Leika opened the dog park fence. "I'm here!" She yelled, spreading her greased arms. "Come get a piece of me doggies!" Her gaze quickly shot to Heinrich, and with a voice not even louder then a whisper she said: "run butlerboy, run like you've never run."

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Leika needs to deliver a package(probably, no certainly containing stolen goods), to a shady figure. Please don't let her get killed.