The OC above is your servant for the day

"You're my servant?" Oliver asked with a slight tilt of the head. "Oh, please don't go out of your way to do things for me. It's quite alright." 

Oliver didn't get anywhere with that argument. "Y-you insist?" He asked and gulped. "Only if you'd like to, could you possibly make me some coffee? I've been really tired today, haha." Olli chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. "That's all I really have to request..."

Olva never understood why they sent people over here to do community service. They know that as a whole, she really doesn't like help unless she is truly overwhelmed. Besides, if they think that she'll be in a disciplinary position for the people, they were dead wrong. She had actually become close friends with a lot of the folks they had sent to her farm in years past.

This one seemed a little different though. Unlike the other "volunteers" in times past, there was no false mean streak to them. He just seemed like a really peaceful and sweet boy; no reason for him to be sent here, in her eyes. However, if he's here, he's here. There is no reason to not put him to work. After all, some plots needed their weeds removed and some of the orchard fruits needed to be picked. 

Besides, she had just baked some macrons and brewed some homegrown, vanilla blend coffee. He seemed like he would be the kind of person to appreciate those sorts of things

"Oh, that's delightful. I could always use a few more strong arms around the house. There's quite a mess in my basement, see, and lots of heavy equipment that needs to be moved. It's just a bit of reorganizing, and as soon as you're done I'll send you on your way with more than ample pay."  Sarangerel rattled off, on and on, leading Olva into her quaint home and down into her basement. True to her word, it was... a sight. Puddles of mysterious fluid on the floor, lumps of writhing, pulsating flesh...

"Ah, I'm sorry. I should've warned you of that. I do hope you're not too squeamish. Do you have a gag reflex? ...Probably not, but it's dangerous to try one's luck. I'd imagine you're out of your element, but none of my cohorts have ever been one for horticulture. We're all very arts-minded..."
It's surprisingly easy to tune her out as she darts around the room, grabbing what looks like a rat the length of a centipede by the scruff of its neck and plopping it into a glass canister. It doesn't even look like she needed the help- but she appreciates the idea.

"A... servant." It's quite clear from Geldman's distasteful expression this wasn't an idea he was too fond of. "I see. Well, as long as you don't get in the way of work or mess with my family, feel free to do as you wish."

And she did as she wished most certainly. Geldman was coaxed into talking about his "night job", with which Sarangerel seemed fascinated by. Sick of the continuous pestering about what sorts of beasts he encountered, he finally allowed her to go with him on the hunt. And, just to keep her from asking more questions, he allowed her to take any corpses of his kills back to... wherever she was from. Thankfully, this had the desired effect with the added one of cleaning up the streets without any issue. Overall, his only order was not to jump into a fight--which she followed very well. It seemed like she was more interested in observing the nightmarish creatures than acting on adrenaline.

Not a bad pair if I do say so myself. However, Geldman's husband remained suspicious of him for at least a week after hearing the term "servant".

“Well, you’re not a human.”

Despite being much shorter than the wolf, Katai fluffed out her wings and gave her a glare fit to freeze most mortals in their tracks. He seemed to be made of much stronger stuff, though, and almost looked as if he was bored by her attempts. 

“Fine. You’re on guard duty. Hit the stuff that looks like it’s made of human guts. Don’t hit the stuff that looks like it’s made of plants. Don’t get yourself killed, either. I’m not that mean...”

"Woof!" Ashley wags her tail after seeing the humanoid canine she met a few months ago. The scent, the voice, and the appearance, it's got to be him! She remembers him really well and is excited to know more about him! Grumpy as usual due to his past cues, though she's here to prove that she can remember him for his good heart!

Ashley retrieves a twig nearby, letting it loose and looks at the man with her round eyes. She wags her tail fast, seeming to beg him to play fetch with her. She's a patient dog, so she's waiting for him to throw the stick.

"...are you cold? Maybe I should buy you some clothes soon."

He never good at starting a conversation, it was kinda awkward at first but Dragon Lord know he should try this time. Looking at the snake-hybrid human who wasn't wear any shirt to keep himself warm is sad, he doesn't like it. So, no need for him to answer, Dragon Lord took his deep blue coat off and wrapped around the snake man. But he was quite smaller than the snake man so that coat wasn't help much, for now that's all he can do.

Servant, this is not what he familiar with. Dragon Lord himself also a robot built to serve humanity, it kinda funny when a servant got a servant for himself. The good thing is, he knows the feeling of being a person who have to obey their master's order so Dragon Lord will not do anything bad or too harsh on this man, maybe this snake man more like a friend to him than a servant. So now is a good opportunity for them to befriended each other.

"I know you are my servant but please don't be scared, just make yourself comfortable around me.. anyway, what's your name?"

"Pardonnez-moi...?" he uttered, rather startled my the situation. "A-... my servant?" He ran the last two words over in his head, trying to appropriately absorb the proposal. Although he had vaguely considered being in such a position due to his own lot in life, it was somewhat awkward for him to imagine suddenly having complete control over an individual. It was a bit eerie, and made core feel cold when he chanced reflecting on the idea that others controlling him had always been his reality, even if it was much more respectful in the current day. This was different, right. He had been made and raised for this, while it appeared this Dragon Lord individual wasn't quite in the same boat as far as he knew.

Either way, it seemed to him objectively wrong to subject some other being to servitude, even if he was some huge cybernetic military guy. If this was the reality of the situation, however, the most he could do was not subject this man to anything degrading. After a very long and thoughtful pause, he retrieved a kettle and gestured for Dragon Lord to sit down.

"Ah... do drink tea? If not, we do have some gin in the kitchen, if you prefer. Please, make yourself comfortable." Another pause. He was sure things were meant to be the other way around, but he couldn't quite help himself. He brought himself to sit down, and searched through his thoughts for conversation.

"I've never quite seen technology like yours, ah Dragon Lord, was it? Especially not integrated into a human. Do you mind explaining the circumstances in which you obtained it? Or perhaps you were made with it? Apologies if any of these inquiries are in any way invasive..."

Tifai stared with curiosity at this strange contraption. What was it? It looked somewhat human but, cold and empty.

“you are a machine yes?” tifai asked.

“indeed.” Thane answered.

Tifai pulled herself out of the water to reach for the robotic being as he leaned forward to allow contact. she pulled her hand back in alarm, he was warm, smooth and oddly alive. He felt as pleasant as sea glass. However, unlike sea glass, machines do not fair well in any water. He was to be her servant for the day, yes?

The mermaid folded her arms as she considered what he could do to help. Surely, he would spark and die if he got wet, no one would want that. Maybe have him play with the children as she cleaned up? No, as pretty as he was, he would scare them… the uncanny valley. She glanced around the beach in an attempt to find a safe task before her eyes landed on empty trash bags. That’s it!

“You would be helping me greatly if you pick up trash that those SLOBS left behind. Kindly, remind people they shouldn’t litter if you catch them okay?” tifai requested.

She slipped underwater for a moment before popping back up.

“is there anything you would like? Shells? Sea glass? Jewelry?” she asked tilting her head.

What could she give him for his help?

"I've got basically a god as a servant for a day? Neat," Araa commented.

"Hmm... You can help Servii with cooking and stuff, and then we can play some video games?" Araa said. "I'm a bit rusty on some of the less popular ones. 

"Oh, and, maybe you could make me some... something cool! That's up to interpretation, just wanted to give you some free reign on something. Don't kill anyone though!"