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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[mirakill]

You know, I've often wondered...

Here I usually dress like some sort of out-of-era princess with this dress and frills, but you never look like a prince.

[ravenchaser]

You wouldn't.

[She would. He did, so why wouldn't the cruelest witch in the universe?

In public? He'll shoot anyone he recognizes.]

[mirakill]

You put me in pigtails and a sweater.

[ Her mind is now manically latched onto this idea. She looks absolutely evil. ]

You are going to pay for it.

[ravenchaser]

Does it have to be in public.

What if someone recognizes me.

[mirakill]

When I'm done with you, no one will.

[ravenchaser]

[... Comforting.

He tucks his hands into his pockets and keeps his typical bored, apathetic expression.

Have fun, then.]

[mirakill]

[ She'll lead him to a tuxedo shop so fancy it looks like it belongs to another era. ]

[ravenchaser]

[P-p-poker face.

That's poetic justice if he's ever seen it. Well, it doesn't matter.

If he doesn't turn his gun on her to shoot and attempt escape, he'd draw less attention to himself.]

[mirakill]

No forfeit by death. Don't go anywhere unless I tell you to. No shutting my voice out. No workarounds.

[ She'll walk in... it's really old Victorian clothing. She locates a ribbon. ]

Hold still. I'm going to tie this in the middle of your hair. It'll look regal.

[ravenchaser]

Yeah, yeah...

[He'll follow, not seeming to care.]

[mirakill]

[ She'll wave over someone with a tape measure to get his measurements. ]

I just want you to know that this isn't a caper to get you to dress nicely just once, or a subtle hint, or that I'll make this easier on you in any way, shape or form.

This is pure revenge.

[ravenchaser]

That's nice. [Spoken in the most flippant manner imaginable.]

[mirakill]

I'm thinking late 19th century with gold and emerald detailing.

You're not allowed to not put it on. Whatever she has for you, you have to change into in the dressing rooms.

[Whyyyy, that sounds so ridiculous.]

[ravenchaser]

Mm-hmm.

[He might as well be whistling. He's just not letting it bother him.]

[She's going to make it hurt no matter how flippant he acts.]

[mirakill]

[ She turns to the person adjusting measurements on a suit. ]

Oh, it's for a charity ball. The one tonight, based on the turn of the century. Victorian English clothing only. I'm so glad you were available for a last minute tailoring...

[Eviiiil.]

[ravenchaser]

[She's sick. Absolutely twisted. Fiendish.

Like he'll let it show. He won't give her the satisfaction. He'll just casually go through this and just do what he has to do.]

[mirakill]

[ We'll be here until nightfall to get it just right. ]

Shall we walk? It's such a nice night out.

[ravenchaser]

Of course.

[Outwardly, he's smiling. Inwardly, he's cursing her.]

[mirakill]

[ He definitely didn't look like himself after that little transformation.

Tonight was going to be magical.

And he'd have to endure every second of it. ]

[ravenchaser]

[At least no one could recognize him.

For now, he'll walk with the calm resignation of the condemned.]

[mirakill]

[ She knows you hate it on the inside.

That is enough. ]

[ravenchaser]

[Oh, is that a puddle? Never mind that it's rather small and renders this action needlessly ostentatious— off goes the frock coat, then, and over the puddle!]

[mirakill]

[ Enjoy your puffy cravated shirt, you look like a 18th century pirate.

She's snickering now. ]

You're not permitted to take off any more.

[ravenchaser]

[Yeah. Go to hell.

He folds his arms.] Hmph.

[Fine, he won't take off anymore.

While lighting another cigarette, he was half-tempted to set the clothes on fire with a match, but thought it was better not to, even if singing the puffy, lacy and showy monstrosity would certainly be an improvement.

Well, this is boring. He's just going to keep on walking and smoking. Anyone who looks at him for longer than a second will receive a death glare.

Strolling around is nice and all, but...]

Hey. I wasn't this boring. [All the rules to make sure he doesn't weasel his way out of the clothes are impressive and all, but he's finding this revenge a little bit boring.]

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[mirakill]

Ah, yes.

That's because we have different kill styles.