This user is not visible to guests.
(why am i IC lmao )
The OC above lost a bet and is now your servant for the day. What would you have them do? Embarrass them in public? Make them do your homework?
...or maybe you're just a big sweetheart who lets them relax in your house and hang out with you for the day.
-[A little rule change :3] there's nothing wrong with writing shorter responses, but it may be interesting if you wrote why your character decided to order the one above to do certain chores
-You may post after every 3 posts, unless 24 hours have passed.
-If you feel the absolute need to censor, please do so.
First person gets a free reply!
- THIS IS ILLEGAL!
David yelled at he looking at the information of the cat boy front of him, as a person who wouldn't mind having a slave servant like him, there would be some limit. For now, the first person who came to him and been told as his servant today, was a little too young.
- There's no way in hell I will let this kid doing our work, Dracken! He only 15!
"Well now this is something else....", the older man looking down at Troy and frowned his eyebrows. This was unexpected. "...I guess we should bring him back to his house before the battle begin."
- Of course! Shit I don't do child labour, not trying to get this boy killed or worst, I got arrested by police! Better check the next person more careful!
David stomped the paper down on the table before gently grabbed Troy's arm dragging the cat boy out of his office and intended to bring the boy back to where he belongs, hopefully no one will see them.
"Not too good at bets are well now boy? HA!!!" Marcus laughing gleefully. Marcus loves to take charge, dominate, and OWN people. And knowing that David gets to be his servant for the day, brought him great joy.
Marcus pridefully states, "First off, I am addressing you as slave. You are no longer David."
"Don't worry Slave, I'll take good care of you!" Slapping David's chest hard and roughing him around and all over.
"I am a captain after all, your master and captain now. HA! As Captain, I am a commander of men. And as your Master and Captain, I command you to deposit your millions in saving and give it all to me." Marcus enjoying every bit of it; demeaning him, dictating him, dominating the situation.
"We'll use this money for good. Buy plenty of booze and babes with this. I'm a charitable Master, and you look like you need some excitement and outing in your life! I'll let you come drinking and bed women with me. It'll be glorious time! You'll finally get to enjoy the pleasures of a woman!" Marcus wrapping his arms around David, pulling him in closer and rouging him some more. Marcus already in David's personal space, still having his arms around him, reaches over and touches his biceps, "Hold up, there's a what inside you? A warrior lives in you!! Fantastic! This day just keeps getting better! So you DO know how to have fun!! You know what Slave, boozing and women comes after we go slaughter some shit. I do LOVE to shooting and hunting things. You'll be a great side kick to me. Remember, your job is to make me look good. Then afterwards, we find some fine women and have ourselves some fine whisky to end our night!"
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Unbelievable! Marcus in absolute shock, staring at Axel blankly. Many thoughts ran through his head. How'd he lose. What kind of man is he? Marcus felt much shame and embarrassment. He had to serve Axel for the day. Marcus moves his jaw from side to side and touches his beard, processing the situation some more.. Perhaps he can ask for a redo, maybe talk his way out? A man like him can't lose. He was a captain! A commander of men! What is Axel even? Some boy. As more thoughts ran through Marcus mind, his stare and breathing became more tense. When did Axel had the balls to call him boy... Marcus was quite furious, but at the same time... A little proud that he was so bold.
Marcus begins to softens his gaze at Axel. Come to think of it, what's the worst that can happen? Maybe Axel will just visit some photography museum? Hold his binoculars while he goes bird watching? Hey, if lucky, perhaps Axel will visit his father. That be great. Being an honorable man, Marcus will honor the bet. He must not show how much he dislikes this situation. Marcus takes a deep breath before speaking, "And I am looking forward to us spending more time together. Lead the way."
Candyrose (Yeah! Axel earned it, Marcus is a dick, he deserves to be smacked around. LOL)
For a moment, Axel was stunned into silence, the result of this bet ending in his favor. But it was only for a moment.
He burst out laughing, in an uncharacteristically dark manner.
"Oh Captain, my Captain..." He murmured finally, eyes staring daggers into the man. He was not one to forget a face, much less Marcus, the man who tormented him with a miserable marriage in the past. The smile on his face was permanent, not at all matching the look in his eyes.
"How the tables have turned.. I look forward to working with you." He sneered.
"I promise to give you the utmost respect.. just as you've shown me. Now come along Boy, I have plans today."
(Hdhhhd sorry I saw the opportunity and I took it-- Axel is absolutely being petty but c'mon, I think he earned it?? Lolol)
Axel glanced between the paperwork and Freddie, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "Always an earnest, aren't you Fred-bear?" He mused.
"Though the terms were that I would be your servant.." He clicked his tongue, his fingers reaching for the doctor's pen.
"I'll consider this an order." Sliding the papers back to Freddie, he gave the man a wink.
"Hopefully this won't be the only thing you use me for today. After all, I'm at your disposal."
Don't mind the flirting fjdkdk he's grateful VladimirsAngel
"Well. I'm afraid I shall absolutely have to pay you."
Is he - oh, of course he is. He's got the correct form out. The correct forms are always to hand and always completed immediately because he hates them so much. Freddie is always a "swallow the frog" type of person - get the unpleasant things out of the way efficiently and the rest of the day will be better. And - he glances up again at Axel - the rest of the day might just possibly be looking up.
A thought strikes him.
"Unless you'd like to be a volunteer? TwentySix always tells me he needs volunteers. Although TwentySix isn't for everyone , I must admit..." He lays down his pen with a sigh.
"Are you at all interested in filing?" he asks. If one didn't know him better, one might almost say hopefully.
Hm, this kind of thing was new for Scott. He was used to working alone, so the thought of having a someone 'serve' or what he'd rather call 'assisting' felt somewhat awkward to him. He grasped his chin while wondering what to do with the Doctor.
Perhaps he could use him as bait? Of course, he'll do his absolute best to keep him from getting injured in any way. After a few seconds, Scott shook the thought away after realizing how stupid that was. Besides, it was such a waste to let someone like Freddie to work as a..bait. Scott went back to thinking of a suitable job once again. This time however, it was an appropriate one; probably the most fitting one for the doctor.
"How do you feel about researching something supernatural?" He questioned, a bit of hope in his eyes. "..specifically vampires?" Hopefully he didn't come out as weird.
"I can't believe you actually lost that bet, and to me, known as 'angel' where I'm from..." Felix giggles, his calm and friendly smile doesn't waver under Meredith's glare. "Hmm, what to do..." he frowns and puts his hands in his pockets. He didn't want to make her do anything that would be too uncomfortable or weird for her, he just didn't have it in him to do that. He brushes his fingers through his hair as he thinks, finally, he claps his hands, eyes lighting up as he finally thinks of something.
"I've got it!" He turns to, a big grin on his face. "There were some people that pissed me off today, do you think you could hunt them down and scare them and ruffle them up a bit?" he pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pockets, it wasn't so long a list. "Do not kill them, okay? Do not." he points a finger sternly.
He hands Meredith the paper. "Oh, and on your way back to me, do you think you can get me some Soju and KFC please?"
"Fufufuf~ How absolutely delightful~! Very delightful, indeed fufu~" The demon cackled mockingly. "Ah, I coudl never expect to conquer angel race so fastly, even for just one day~!"She exclaimed spreading her arms dramatically. "Hmm but what shall I do to, my poor thing~? I have only one day to enjoy such a precious opportunity to order your around however I wish, I can't waste it on something useless" She felt silent for a moment her gaze wandering around the room lighting up eerily while stopping on Felix, like a predator enjoying it's prey's despair "Maybe I should just tell you to kill yourself right here and right now? It woud be such a wonderful treat for my eyes fufufu~" She chuckled, her head resting in hands. "Well, I suppose it will be too boring to get rid of such a fun toy so soon, so your death will wait a little fufu~ Could you kindly fetch that bottle of wine and a glass over there? While you'll be busy completing this easiest task I will think of something more fun for us to do fufufu~"
The wyvern grinned widely at the news, another triumph over one of those foul scented creatures. However, that smile quickly faded as she realized one thing: Furfur was going to stick around as a servant. and even though that distinct odor was masked by a delightful mix of wine and flowers it was recognizable. With a growl she raised her wings in front of her delicate nose. She glared at the demon.
“Dammit, just give me a moment!” Joey snarled.
Now… what to do? She paced about the demon, giving a wide berth hoping it would act as a smell buffer. This demon had made that “heavenly” drug hadn’t she? Maybe she could make some more to cause a bit bit more chaos among the god followers? No… the demon would enjoy that as well… though it would be fun… Suddenly the wyvern grinned.
“You can go be Mojo’s private audience for the day! She has been bugging me for a while to listen to her ‘shred’ on her guitar and frankly, i find it real fucking annoying.” the wyvern explained, while pushing Furfur towards a messy room.
the wyvern stared at this... unicorn? no, it smelled of dragon... with hatred burning in her eyes. Silently, she listened to the questioning. fair enough, she did the same to many other beings. after all, what use is a servant that disobeys? none whatsoever. Her fur bristled and her ears lowered as the request was made and she silently transmitted to the hivemind, of course it was for show. best let this creature think it has the advantage.... though the thought of being precisely torn up and examined made a burning fluid rise up her throat, threatening to spill.
Joey flicked her tail as she thought of the loopholes... They wanted to go where they were but, failed to specify which of the thousands of locations. did they know of the hivemind? the main hive? or her faulty portals? if not she could escape and doom a few of them in the process. but, it was best to make the decision seem agonizing. any hive was out of the question, now a gathering place... that could work say... that field where Silverfleshed junction used to be.
after hours of sitting mostly silently and clawing at guards the wyvern slinked over to the apparent leader.
"sure, you can see the ones I don't care for. they are no use to me." Joey playfully explained.
With deliberate slowness, she raised a glowing claw to tear into the fabric of reality. Turning back to glare at the "unicorn" she ripped the portal open, revealing a field of flowers that many common false-wyverns lounged in chewing at metal scraps... volunteers. their ears perked up as they glanced through the portal, tensing as Joey crossed the portal and sat down with a snarl.
"There, here we are!" she hissed as she took off.
It had been a long time since Lullay, the leader of a dragon hunting cult that had members all over the country, truly felt the bittersweet thrill of having conquered a dragon. It didn't matter how it happened. All that mattered was that this false-wyvern would serve her.
Lullay assumed that a sadistic creature like Joey wouldn't be too thrilled to do her bidding, so she watched over Joey intently. "You'll do anything for me, will you? No matter what I say, you won't back out? I need to make sure I can trust you. If I can't be sure you'll follow my orders, you're of no use to me."
The white creature paced slowly around Joey. She could sense that Joey had even more power than she did, and that sent a certain terror through Lullay.
"I've heard of your abilities. You're going to lead me to the other false-wyverns. I don't believe any of my dragon hunters have seen one yet, so I command that you show me where they are," Lullay bellowed. "And if you don't, I will swiftly show you the most dishonorable of deaths. You have one day to satisfy my request. After all, I know a certain professor who would be too eager to experiment on you, and you're afraid of medical equipment, are you not? So, if I were you, I would spend these 24 hours wisely."
As he scanned the white being called Lullay in front of him, Fitzgerald could only think one thing: Wow.
His mind was blank of all thoughts except that, and his posture showed his awe - based on the unusually long silence and a faint gulp that could be heard from Fitzgerald's throat if one listened in hard enough. He was used to having people work for him, as he was rich and could thus afford maids or servants to do anything he considered too lowly for himself (which was unsurprisingly a vast category). But a dragon? Now that was an entirely different story; dragons, after all, were the subject of legend back home, and so Fitzgerald - despite falling asleep every time one of those old stories about a dragon saving the world or something like that was mentioned - never expected himself in a million years to actually have a creature like her working under his bidding.
Letting out a "hmmmm" as he mused to himself, Fitzgerald now had to deal with the problem of what he was going to make her do anyways. Well, asides from the obvious status symbol. He definitely had in mind showing Lullay off to his socialites to impress them, even if she'd technically only work for him for a day; it wasn't like they'd know any better. He continued to think to himself as he started trotting around this creature, not exactly caring about how long he was taking to actually come to a decision. Scanning Lullay's wings, size, and horn, Fitzgerald let out a small nod once a genius idea came into his mind.
A pleasant yet condescending smirk appearing on his face, Fitzgerald coolly stated, "While I still have no idea what bet you lost to get yourself under me in the first place, I might as well take the opportunity. After all, it isn't every day that I get to have a being like yourself under my care..." He snickered, his brain adding on little slideshows of how the idea would work out and how it'd make him look even better than he already did. "You see, I'm the type of person who likes taking the easy way out of things," the young man added while twiddling with his fingers, "And I believe that you'd be a very good way of helping me accomplish this, hm? As far as I know, you seem like a good steed, helping people like myself travel around easier..."
"So, how about it?" he finished with a sudden twirl of his hand, "It's not like you can do much about it anyways, but hey, it's only for a day. Still, if that day turns out to be the longest one in your life, then so be it." The young man eyed Lullay to scan for her reaction, although it wasn't like he cared that much about how she felt anyways. After all, it was him holding the reins, and he'd do anything to make sure that the fact was clear.
follow-up because why not
"Well, this is humiliating," Fitzgerald grumbled while glancing around the apartment of this slo- Employer of his. Already, he could feel a sense of dread creeping up his spine - mainly because he was usually the one giving orders, not taking them. Just the idea of being considered or treated inferior in some way made him want to pick a fight with this other man, then storm out in a rush! Still, a bet was a bet, and he lost it; thus, he had to follow it, but it wasn't because he was a man of his word.
Rather, it was because he believed that not going through with the consequences would, well, yield worse results than if he did. And this was saying something, as he never took being humiliated like this lightly.
Fitzgerald only half-listened to his "employer," whom he barely remembered as Douglas, before zoning out and thinking back to better times. And who could blame him? (Well, besides everyone ever.) He thought he was at rock-bottom, having dropped from the top of the social pyramid to the bottom of it in a moment, all because of some stupid bet that he ended up losing! His mind replayed him partaking in it but conveniently altered the footage so that he was the one winning instead of... This. The daydream made the youth smile a bit, but only barely. Mostly because it turned back into a frown just as Douglas's voice interjected its way back into his senses.
Coolly waving his hand, Fitzgerald huffed with a roll of his eyes, "So what you're saying is that I just... Get you food? And I have to pay it off with MY money?" He shrugged in a lame attempt to disguise his seething indignation with resignation. "I mean, that doesn't seem too bad, but you did mention a... Robot, right?" he added while putting his hand up to his chin, "Why don't you use that instead of me, then? The technology here looks like it'd make services like this far more convenient than the ones a human would be able to provide." Then he heard the ultimatum: do the food delivery thing, or scrub the carpet - which just so happened to be all sticky and sugary, and oh-so terrible for Fitzgerald's fancy shoes.
That's your damn problem for not being able to keep your place neat, he thought with a scowl, although he dared not utter it just in case it violated some contract or whatever legal bullshit was going on at the moment.
He sighed far too loudly before muttering, "Fine, ignore what I just said about the robot," with the utmost resignation in his tone, although he deliberately kept the pitch low so that Douglas wouldn't hear it. Sure, he was supposed to be working for him, but it wasn't like he enjoyed it at all - and both parties were well-aware of that fact. From there, he nonchalantly took in the order Douglas just so happened to be giving to him now - how convenient - before crossing his arms.
"Okay, let's just get this done with," Fitzgerald interjected without any regard as to how loud or bratty his words were, "Where's this 'place' you speak of, and is the waiting time that bad? Because if this place has lines coming out of it, then no promises as to whether your order will even be that good when I return back home, damn it."