The OC above is your servant for the day

This was a rather unorthodox situation. Claus never had a servant before, never dreamed of it either, and he most certainly wouldn't know what to do with one if he has been assigned such an unfortunate soul. Worse yet, it looked like this fellow was none too pleased about it. If someone was going to be serving him, whether it be for a day or for a lifetime, he'd prefer to have a willing vassal rather than a stubborn one.

He sighed, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he narrowed his eyes on Viper. He looked as if he were about to speak, hesitated, then grumbled and pondered on this further. It was just for a day. He didn't want to make a terrible impression on a powerful man who could quite possibly bring even more upheaval to his life than he needed.

"Right...I guess you can er...do whatever it is you do on a regular day," he concluded. Not because he felt bad or even afraid, but because he didn't like having others up in his business anyways. "Though..." He sized Viper up once more.

"What if we make a little arrangement? You scratch my back, I scratch yours. You help me sort things out with the men in black, then when the day's up I'll owe you a favor. When that favor's up we don't have to see or hear from each other for the rest of our lives. Deal?"

Of course, he could always order Viper to help, but that would be a silly thing to do. Better to make a deal with the devil while he's all tied up.

The idea of getting a servant didn't exactly appeal to Dolores, who was used to doing everything by herself. Besides, her former occupation involved being a servant to others; the reversal of roles was quite bothersome to her, to say the least, as she confronted the Sin-Eater standing in the doorway.

It was cold, and so she was obligated to at least inch slightly off to the side so that her guest - and temporary servant, though she already refused to address him in such a manner - could take refuge from the biting snows. This had to be a joke, huh? the elder thought while scratching at her temples, It'd make more sense if I was sent to work for someone else. Unless someone really wanted to give this fellow an easy day off, an old woman like myself wouldn't be much use as a boss... Let alone someone with a dog.

Dolores stood herself up before giving him a curtsy and piquing in, "Oh, sir... I... I do apologize for the delay. It's good to see you. I heard about your experience in bird-watching, as well as your talents in photography, but..." She chuckled while giving him a sheepish smile. "... I really don't think either would be useful here. Maybe, if the weather was better, you could go outside and take some pictures of the bids nesting in the trees. But-" The woman stopped once she realized that the other party didn't seem like he wanted to be here.

With a sigh, she silently concluded, Well, I might as well be direct, huh? No use wasting time with the small talk, if he wants to get this done with as soon as possible.

Still off to the side, the elder allowed the younger human to step inside her abode before shutting the door behind them. She remained by the door as he took in everything, from how impossibly large and cramped the house looked at the same time, to the fact that everything was designed for the occupation of a single elder and her dog. Guests weren't always in the forefront of her mind, despite being an experienced hostess, and that nagged at her mind as she looked over at him.

"To be honest, ah..." she fumbled over her words while wringing her hands together, "I don't think I have much for you to do, let alone anything that could be considered worthy of your time. If you want, you could keep track of everything in the cupboards and fridge, like... Jot down an inventory of them. I need to see if I should buy anything when the snow calms down." Dolores chuckled while rubbing the back of her neck. "But even that's optional, good sir. You could just relax and take it easy for the day, if you prefer that instead. I'm used to working for other people anyways. I'm not really the type of person to really have people working for them..." The chuckling from earlier persisted as she held up a hand to her mouth, and it was tense. Far, far too tense for what was supposed to be a pretty easy day for both parties - really.

dfvgfuyvdyfv Dolores is just.... trying her best tbh.... :")

here's a follow-up for NP!!

Feeling a rise of uneasiness in him, he ignored the cacophony of voices screeching at him, the way the weeds tugged at his muscles uncomfortably. A vampire? He'd seen humans with animal-like features, vice-versa as well, but never a vampire. Did  they suck blood? Was he going to ask whether or not he wanted him to suck blood for him as his servant? If he were a vampire, why did he have a cross around his neck? Wasn't that against his entire schtick?

Taking a hard gulp, he just held a hand out to the vampire and smiled nervously. Was it obvious? He never had a need for a servant in the first place, so the given option of having one in the first place confused him. The life he lead now was fairly simple, and he didn't have any basic functions he needed to be served, if that made sense. He didn't eat- he didn't sleep. What was the point in a servant? To help him bathe? No thanks.

He just really, really wanted to get this over with, and frankly, to get rid of the servant. He meant no offense by this. Especially a vampire servant. No thanks. Nope. Nada. Iie. 

"Uh... my servant. You're my servant. Yeah. I don't need one," Was he sure he didn't need one? Servants could be important, pertaining to the current task at hand, "Are you okay with just.. chilling with me? Tell me a bit about yourself. Y'know. Your hobbies. Or maybe your favorite food. We could just be friends." It was becoming painfully apparent he wasn't interested in this- if anything, he yearned to get away. The way his ears perked at any other sound, or how his eyes glanced at the spacious clearing around them. Even the spirits got louder, scoffing or howling at the vampire in distaste. 

If he couldn't leave, or get the vampire to leave, this was going to get messy quick.

"Oh, you're the one from before?" Yeli noted with a light chuckle. "I didn't think I'd run into anyone I've kissed, let alone one that wants to work for me. This is a pretty unusual situation, huh?" He folded his arms and grabbed his chin while thinking. This would be very difficult explaining to people around the neighborhood, and he was sure a lot of misunderstandings were going to happen, even if Matthias stayed for only a day. But Yeli was in need of a babysitter since he had a heavy work day coming, so maybe this was Fate?
"Okay, I appreciate the help," he smiled. "A lot of the house is already clean so you won't need to worry about that. As for cooking, I have plenty of ingredients in my fridge and a few cookbooks on the table, but you're free to order take-out too." His smile grew apologetic as a comically large bead of sweat rolled down the side of his head. Matthias looked so spaced out, he wondered if he even heard anything he said. "Sorry, but I won't be around very much. I have a few people I need to visit and it might take me all day. I really do appreciate the help, though. Maybe I can give you a... tip after all this?"

Wraith sighed as the rain poured down on him, he was currently overlooking the city, his hands wrapped around the railing of the roof he was leaning against. The city lights danced and the nightly chatter of bustling bars and clubs echoes throughout the night. His brownish amber eyes blinked as they scanned the streets below, searching for his target. Upon seeing them enter night club he pulled himself away from the railings and turned to the tall man behind him. Had he really fallen so much that he needed another person to help clean up his territory. Wraith supressed a wince, his ribs burning in protest at his movement, the last encounter with his target didn't go so well, he was lucky to leave with only several broken ribs. He had frozen upon seeing the target, the man looked just like his father and that brought back some traumatic memories. Unable to do anything, the man took advantage of that and attacked Wraith, only to be caught off guard when he transformed into his panther form and fled into the night. I was a coward Wraith thought bitterly. Taking a shaky breath Wraith addressed the man who would help him tonight. 

"Judging by the fact that you showed up means your still prepared to help me." He said looking up at the taller man, he spoke with authority and coldness; not wanting to show weakness.

"The man we are looking for has just entered The Roaring Siren, you go in and lure him out, and we will dispatch him together; that is all I need you to help me with. If successful you will be payed as we agreed and you can wander in and out of my territory at will, however..." Wraith's eye narrowed. "Should I find out that you ratted me out, I will hunt you down myself." He growled as his one seeing eye growing bolder in colour. 

He pulled away and gritting his teeth as another surge of pain rippled from his injured ribs, knocking him sick and nearly causing him to double over in pain. No, this won't stop me, this target needs to be dealt with. I will not have someone like my father to be allowed to wander freely. He thought. He grabbed the railing to steady himself before walking forward towards the stairs that would lead down into the city, he glanced back over his shoulder. Taking another breath to supress the pain he spoke with a clear and commanding voice. "Let's go." 

Follow Up:

I love your writing style ^.=.^

Kiushhu grimaced a little, recalling the previous time they had been given temporary help. Rhea seemed...regal almost, a bit too important to be at the shabby stone fort she had been sent to. With what little info they had been given about the Artifice,  they knew better than to put her to watch over the tower, or do anything too difficult. Selfish, was what they heard, as well as skilled in technology. But there was none of that here. Grass, tools, and...that was all.

The uberhero hummed carefully, thinking of what they needed help with around here that could be suitable. Settling upon various magical rings and necklaces that they planned to bring back to the mahopons in the tribe, an idea graced them.

"Rhea," They stated, "You do like jewelry, yes?"

This could work.

"Would you mind looking over and cleaning them off, and alert me of any cracks or breaks within them?"

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(Follow up!!)

Kiushhu tilted their head softly at the array of mugs, all different sizes with various warm beverages in them. The person sat before them, Emory was the name they believed, seemed a little nervous. As if she were holding back some sort of emotion they couldn't quite peace together. Relaxing themselves, the uberhero gently took a mug in their head, looking over the contents before sipping politely from it.

"I thank you greatly for the drink," They stated, keeping a low, calm tone, "You did not have to go through the trouble."

Setting the mug down carefully, the warrior continued.

"Truly though, if you need any help, I do not mind," Kiushhu chuckled, "It's why I was sent here, was it not?"

"Servant...? That's- Oh man. I don't know, I feel kind of bad making you do shit for me." Emory's hands and claws both knit themselves together, swaying nervously and avoiding eye contact. She didn't know what kind of bet Kiusshu had made to suddenly get themselves involved with her, but it couldn't have been anything savory- in all honesty, the first thing that came to mind was some kind of punishment. They'd screwed up big-time somehow, and had been metaphorically thrown to the wolves to get them out of whoever'd been hassling them's hair. She didn't even know what they were, but with her prolonged isolation and the fact that she'd seen so many things she hadn't even considered existing, it didn't even matter- just the company was appreciated.

"Hold on, hold on, I'll make you some coffee... Or tea. Both? Both. Wait here." She presses a hand down on their shoulder before awkwardly shuffling out of the room, clearly unsteady on her legs but still trying to seem respectable. The fact that she'd woken up well-rested came as a surprise in and of itself, much less waking up with someone else in her house, and Emory was trying almost desperately not to let her excitement show. She returned with arms full of several steaming-hot mugs, far more than the two she'd promised. "I have a lot. Didn't know what you'd want, so I made everything. Not gonna make you, like, work for me or whatever. If you just wanna chill, though, that'd be nice."

"I- That's really all?" Emory's voice remained level, but the slightest tint of surprise- maybe even disappointment- colored her words. Something so solitary wasn't what she'd expected, but a job was a job, menial as the task itself may be. She tried her best to choke it down, determined to remain professional in the face of a step forward into her new life, and released it with a clear of the throat.
"I wouldn't- I wouldn't consider stealing anything. Thank you for the opportunity, really. I won't keep you for too long."

Smithson looked down at the contract, then at the other party standing before him. Honestly, it'd be a bit foolish to call this fellow a "servant" at this point given how he was acquainted with both himself and his wife, though... At the same time, a contract was a contract.

He coughed into his sleeve before stowing the piece of paper away and stating quite plainly, "So, according to that, you're working for me, for a day. That, I'm fine with, and I'm sure you are too." Glancing off to the side, he could feel his hands tightening on the sheet - ever so slightly... Yea, it was going to be a bit awkward telling his wife how and why her friend was cleaning the floor for a party later on, but that was an entirely different concern for an entirely different time.

"You could've been assigned wot work for someone more imposing," the aristocrat grunted more ominously, as his brows started to furrow. Uhhh... Everything okay there? His look hardened, before he continued with a nearly hissing voice, "... Which wouldn't be much of a difference than how I normally am, by any means. So don't let your guard down just because you're acquainted with myself and my wife. Besides, she's looking into that offer you presented her a while back, so... Allow her to take her time in that regard, I suppose."

Smithson then took a step back, allowed himself to regain some distance while stretching his muscles. He had the feeling that he could sympathize with the other man, to at least some degree. Being reduced from an aristocrat's equal to a servant in such a short time-span was, admittedly, quite humiliating. It took all of his iron-fisted will to make sure that he didn't turn around and try reassuring him that this was temporary, that this was something that would only last for a day - before they became equals again, or at least acquaintances.

It'd be pretty redundant anyway.

"As compensation," he proposed as if the hostility seething from him previously didn't exactly matter right now, "I can make your job easy. You can clean the floor of the salon, but not the objects in it. Like... No dusting. Just sweeping and mopping, if that helps." Finally, Smithson looked over to behold the other man once more, just in an attempt to read his expression. Hopefully that fencing sword the other wielded wouldn't be used to kick his ass... "It likely wouldn't even last for that long either. Just until my wife comes home. She'd probably be a bit peeved if she saw you in this arrangement." He laughed tautly because though he meant it as a light-hearted joke, it likely came off as a jab. Oops.

I'm always down for repeat interactions referring to previous ones, so... yeehaw. >:)c

Smithson, however, isn't exactly down for getting his ass kicked by a dragon - again. time for a follow-up.

"I don't know how we got ourselves into this situation," Gabriel made eye contact with Zyn, who slowly opened his mouth to get ready to explain. "-and I do not want to know why." It felt very odd to suddenly have authority over a primary god from a different dimension. Gabriel also had no need for servants, mostly because he was technically one himself. The angel was deep in thought, weighing the number of benefits that could come his way if he'd simply....let it all go and make Zyn do all his work for the day. For heaven's sake, he was a god. Going after demons should be nothing for him. "Alright." Gabe lifted his gaze. "..so there are some demons tricking humans into signing their contract, and I would appreciate you taking my place to patrol the city." There was a pause. "Just for the day, of course. It's very temporary!" he managed to choke the last part out and ended with a sheepish smile. 

Tiberius felt very much... tense while standing in front of Gabriel. Not only was the man a literal angel, but he was quite handsome to boot and Ty felt like the first should be more of an issue to him, but the second was also quite the issue. A very handsome angel was his servant for the day, and that was a bit too much for him. All he really wanted to do was lay down and take a nice nap, but instead he was supposed to deal with whatever this was. He honestly couldn't even remember what had led to this, but there he was, staring up at the tall angel, hands on his hips as he thought about what to even ask him to do. He could ask him to do anything, he guessed, but he would feel bad for asking him to do any harder tasks, like writing up his report from the last mission that had gone wrong, and then even more wrong when somebody decided to whiff a flash-bang, almost blinding Tiberius in his other eye.

"This is... an odd situation, and I don't have the brain capacity, or energy, to process this all so maybe if you can just make me dinner, I'd be happy." He gave the angel a small lopsided smile, moving passed him to find the wine cabinet, opening it and grabbing two glasses, pouring wine in both before offering one to Gabriel, "I don't know if you drink wine, but help yourself." Wine after a long mission was definitely something he needed, and he didn't even care if Gabriel was a godly, no pun intended, cook or not. He'd go for anything at this point. 

Sitting down at the counter, deciding that perhaps the bottle would do better than the cup, he took a drink, looking Gabriel up and down and seeming to think for a moment, "I'm Tiberius, by the way. Don't know if I introduced myself before. Don't know if you already know, being an... angel and all. That's pretty... wild I guess." He tried striking up a conversation, deciding he quite disliked the uncomfortable silence that was hovering over them both.

(poor Julian, i promise Ty is a big softie omg)