OJS/A civilian

From Create Your Own Story

As you focus your gaze onto an otherwise empty street, you see a lone figure quickly cowering their head behind a wall nearby.

████████: "Yo, no need to fear me, I'm not the sadistic type of supervillain! Come over here."

The person is not convinced. Figures. You take a closer look, and see that whoever it is, they seem to have their phone out.

████████: "Hey are you filming me? Holy shit yes, I need an audience! Get over here before I change my stance on sadism!"

The young man steps out into full view, and he seems to be some sort of a reporter. Perfect.

████████: "Well, what are you waiting for? Want me to give you a lift? Toes on this line, stat!"

You draw a line onto the concrete with your bare toes. The reporter approaches cautiously, and finally places his feet onto the line as instructed. His eyes try to avert the allure of your nude body, and he sweats profusely.

████████: "What newspaper are you for?"

Reporter: "The... The Evening City. Uh, ma'am."

████████: "Cool cool, so not exactly a small print is it? Watcha got so far there on your phone? Did you record me flattening that tank?"

Reporter: "Uhh... Yeah."

████████: "Lemme see that."

Reporter: "O-okay but don't break it please."

You swipe the phone from his hand. Strangely, you have no trouble whatsoever in handling it cautiously. Perhaps your super strength is only apparent when in use?

████████: "Ho whoah, this is some nice footage! The phone camera gives it that 'Early 2000's internet' vibe. And gawd do I look hot."

You give the phone back and pat the reporter on the shoulder approvingly.

████████: "Nice job there. I appoint you as my personal photographer."

The reporter is understandably flustered. At first, he doesn't answer at all - just sort of visualizes the aspects of the job in his head.

Reporter: "...Me?"

████████: "Yea! See I had this big plan of ruling the world and living in luxury now that I'm superhuman. Your job will be to capture the innermost aspects of my goddessship on film. The most elaborate and expensive of equipment will be at your disposal, as well as an entire film crew. Whadya say?"

Reporter: "Geez... I-I don't think I can refuse, can I now?"

████████: "You can refuse if you like, and I'll find someone more competent to fill your place. The question is, do you want this?"

Reporter: "Oh absolutely, ma'am! Consider me at your service."

████████: "Wonderful. But please don't call me 'ma'am'. From now on, I wish to only be adressed either as 'Queen ████████', 'Your Highness' or 'Your Majesty'. Understood?"

Reporter: "Of course, your Highness!"

████████: "Good. We'll visit The Evening City headquarters now to give your resignation and gather your things. You may also appoint any of your previous co-workers into your film crew."

Reporter: "Wonderful, your Highness."

Reporter: "Let's depart, we have a court to appoint."

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