Samuel pondered the Golden Man's words. Particularly the part about being returned to the moment he pressed "Send." Assuming, of course, he did these jobs to Goldie's specifications. He stroked his chin, noting the lack of beard, yet another reminder of his transformation. He rolled his eyes. This is going to take some getting used to...
Just then, as he was considering these things, he felt a slight impact on the back of the head, as of someone hitting him with a pillow. He turned to see one of the girls he'd seen milling about glaring at him, who then proceeded to dress him down- or rather, attempt to- about his attitude being unbecoming of a... "hero of justice?" Did he hear that right? And did she hear Ye Olde Golden Sir correctly? There was nothing just about what they were doing here- how they'd gotten here, what they were assigned to do, none of it. To suggest otherwise was idiotic in the extreme. Before he could illuminate the girl about such things, however, she grabbed one of the jobs on the board that had been indicated to them, and leaped into a portal without a second thought.
Samuel rolled his eyes. Fuckin' weeaboos. He turned back to Goldilocks, looking resigned.
"...Okay. If you can assure me that I will indeed go back to the moment before all of this started- assure me that my fiance is not going to have a panic attack when he gets home and I've vanished without a trace- then I have all the reason in the world to do what you need, to the best of my ability, even if I don't like it all. So... I guess we have a deal, Mr. Gold, or whatever you prefer."
With that, he about-faced from the god, looking at the job board, musing about which one would be best for him to take.
Hmm. So the idea is to make money to pay of Silver Hippie's debt. Logically, I should take jobs that pay the most money. He looked at whichever job paid the most, then cringed lightly. Assassination? That's not my scene. I don't even know who this Weselton guy is, much less why anyone would want him dead. No thanks. Princess Protection Program might be worthwhile, depending on what's in the treasury, but Little Miss Hero just went there.
Eh. I'll suck it up. If I'm too picky, I'll never make it home. And that would suck. Princess Protection Program it is. He grabbed the job sheet, which then opened up into a portal. He took a deep breath, then walked into the portal...
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...and was spat out into the air, then dropped unceremoniously down onto his face for the second time that day.
Christ, why always the face!? He got up, brushing himself off, before being deafened by an unnaturally loud shout of:
"WAAAASTED!"
The lungs on that woman! Whoever she was- he'd hate having her for an employer. Or much else, besides. Though... this was all starting to seem... very familiar. He turned at the sound of horse hooves, and walked over to the riders, along with the others who'd come along on this little escapade. He waited for the others to introduce themselves, then inclined his head toward the supposed royalty they were meant to be defending. Protecting. Whatever.
"My name is Samuel. Pleasure to meet you all."
