meme | #002 -- absolute obedience ( do you do you want to )

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the ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE MEME 1. Post with your character. 2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies. 3. Any orders. 4. Any orders. Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like. Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out. Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here. Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

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[bethecoolkid]

Lord Death?

[ineuphony]

Uh-huh! The Grim Reaper. He's in charge of my hometown.

[thenameofscreen]

Wonderful! [ And suddenly MOVIES.

WHERE DID THEY ALL COME FROM

There are ghost stories, monster movies, slasher films, romantic comedies, action flicks, and straight up comedies. There are even some hilariously bad B movies in her hands. ] Please, take your pick! Beast Boy has helped me gather a very large library.

[britta_ftw]

Why do we have to talk at all? [Silence is golden, duct tape is silver.]

[the_new_sexy]

[eyeroll] Let me guess, you read John's blog, too. Wouldn't have thought you'd have the time.

[the_new_sexy]

[he does manage to break it off, but that doesn't do much more than spur his interest]

How was that done?

[sorcerous]

With. Magic.

[ Obviously. ]

[the_new_sexy]

We don't. You could just leave. Silence would be brilliant right now.

[affairs]

[ A small battle seems to play itself out upon Noel's face before his expression smooths out into something fairly neutral, and altogether calmer (less fanatic, anyway) than his usual state. She's said friend and this curse — or whatever it is — means nothing can be done halfway.

(His features are an amalgam of fine lines drawn over a framework that's surprisingly sharp, topped off by a complexion made pale by too many days spent inside — although one could rightly suspect that it wouldn't change even if he were an outdoorsman — and peppered with freckles, and baby blues that are just the slightest touch too blue. He might be handsome if it weren't for his all-consuming devotion to the Magistrate.) ]

Sorry about that, [ he says, a touch more sincere. ] I've just been — a bit busy lately.

[britta_ftw]

Mm, yeah I could, but I was here first. [And she's just going to continue knitting to reiterate that point.]

Re: River Song | Doctor Who

[youmetimespace]

You want...a murder?

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel thinks about this at length. There's the sound of fluttering wings and Castiel is standing there with a pile of dirt holding a very dead tulip. He steps closer, allowing Sherlock to inspect the dead tulip, even touch it. Then he closes his eyes - and there's a strong, intense warmth before the tulip grows bright and alive.]

I could smite you, but that would be very unpleasant.

Re: Since the 4th wall and I left about an hour ago...

[detectivesblog]

You can tell people to do whatever you want them to and you've run out of things for them to do?

Re: Raven | X-Men: First Class

[notsogroovy]

[Changes into a mirror of Sherlock.]

[lured]

[ She'd still torn her way right out of his gut, and that had hurt like a bitch, let him tell you. (Things had been different back then, although there never really is a back then as far as they're concerned. In the end, they're just going through their own choose your own adventure book one option at a time. He'd just happened to walk on all fours, then, with a great coat of fur and teeth like an armory of knives within his terrible jaws.) ]

Tell me what you'd prefer, then, gingersnap, [ he says then, with a slight tip of his chin. (His tone of voice is warm and inviting, just the way it was when they'd met for the very first time.) ] Anything you'd like, seems like.

[bluesuit_handy]

Alright, Mister Fussy Baby. What sort of story do you want? [He stops juggling and tucks the things back into his pockets, leaning against the nearest leanable surface.]

[soo_changeable]

[She giggles in response.] I'm sure that will work one day, darling.

[She's not immune to all your obeying powers because, now, her index finger is lightly tapping out each location out in Morse code.]

[the_new_sexy]

[And Sherlock does reach out, taking the tulip. That's odd. Very odd.]

Still other explanations for this.

[the_new_sexy]

Nothing interesting. Except telling them to go away.

[the_new_sexy]

[Eyes widen]

Oooh, you're good.

[taptap_taptap]

Your face is putting you off? Mm, how sad. A person like you has self-esteem issues. It's like watching a drunk baby walk into a wall.

[backwordscompatible]

How chivalrous of you.

[usurp]

Of course, Your Grace.

[ Under that slightest of pressures (and under the weight of those words), Petyr Baelish takes to his knee, spine curving into a proper gesture of obedience, so that all she can see from her position is the silver in his hair and just the barest slash of the side of his face.

(There are precious few others to whom he will show such deference, these days.) ]

[doctorweevil]

[He's about to tell Ianto to bugger off and order something in, but- ] What do you want?

[butchery]

[ He'd walked on all fours, she'd worn a cloak red as roses, and the two of them met on a path in the woods. (There's no arguing with the classics, she thinks.) Even though the specific notes have changed, the overall tune remains the same: he tests and taunts, she wiles and survives. Except for the times when she's the one goading. (And the times when she's the one dying, too.) Her hand follows his shoulder to his throat and then up along the line of his jaw to touch the very point of his chin.

(The better to eat you with, indeed. ]

But where would I begin? Claws or teeth; yours or mine?

What would you prefer best of all? I'll give you one request on accounts.