"Hey, over here!" One guy raised up the courage to holler at the flying duo, "Oop!"
Given their rather urgent time limit, they were all too quick to respond to the cry for help. Thanks to Throne's masterful flying agility, they were on the ground in the blink of an Eye, with Sab ready to serve!
"Yessir, what do you need?" Sab threw on his best charming businessman impression, "You name it, we do it!"
"What's the catch?" The suspicious bystander asked, "Like sure you say you'll help me out, but with what?"
Of course. It's Heaven, meaning most anyone really doesn't have anything they'd want to be changed about their current position. The angel had every right to be wary, or at the very least doubtful. Nonetheless, it ended up being Throne's mature tone that drew the people in.
"My friend here wants to help you folks out with anything that you may deem too annoying or impossible to get done yourselves." Throne showed Sab off to the crowd, "He's a spiffy little monster, and at the end of the day, at the very least you've got nothing to lose. He isn't doing this for the money."
"Is there money in Heaven?" The crowd wondered amongst themselves.
"Settle down!" Sab shushed them before they got off topic, "Look, point is—If there's anything you want or need done, just ask. Anything! It can be as small as finding a lost item in the streets of Heaven to helping you track down someone you may have befriended but lost along the way. And heck, if you think of something even bigger than those, then by all means, suggest them!"
The crowd still stared at the two with rather confused faces, but the first guy eventually shrugged and gave them their first task.
"Could you find me a gun?" His demand came out of nowhere.
"Yessi-WHOA!" Sab did a double take, "Y-You err, want a... gun? In Heaven?"
"Yep."
"Psst, mind giving me the rundown of what that is?" Throne whispered to him.
"You don't know...? Sigh, I'll explain later." Sab shooed him off to continue the conversation with their first customer, "What are you even gonna use it for? I feel like I'm kind of obligated to ask."
"You never mentioned I had to explain myself." The customer quickly lost interest, "Screw this, I'm gone."
"No wait! We'll get you the gun!" Sab brought him back, "Alright, I was being rude just now! Ours is a no questions asked business, haha!"
"Great! So, when can I expect the delivery?"
"You were expecting delivery?" Sab tilted his head.
"Do you have some other way of giving it to me that doesn't require you to go to my house?" He raised a valid point.
This was the tricky part of starting a goodwill program like this. Any and all good deeds that require you to fetch something for someone obviously can only be considered done once the customer has obtained it. As is, Sab would have to remember everyone's item individually, their house's location, or their current location—None of which seem possible to memorize. Thus, he had to throw the idea away in the back of his mind.
"Sure, what's your name, then?" Sab kept on his marketing smile.
"J.K., if you mean my initials, that is." The guy smiled, "Thanks so much for this. I really wanna shoot a gun, and you've made that possible!"
"Haha, anytime friend." Sab patted the guy on the back, "Hey, we'll come find you once we get ahold of one, J.K."
"A moment, everyone." Throne yet again grabbed Sab like a cat and hoisted him high up into the skies, "Alright, is this gun thing an easy thing to procure, by any means?"
"Depends on where you're from." Sab shrugged, "In any case, I only agreed to get it for him to get him off my back. We're not actually gonna be wasting our time doing fetch quests."
"You're not sounding very noble right now." Throne scoffed, "Really? Lying to the people you swore to help out? I can understand that it's a bit difficult to track them down and give them the items, but while I was doing this, I couldn't afford to say no to a single request!"
"Yeah, but I can. And I will." Sab shut him up with a stern reply, "And you're gonna help me, that's what you promised."
"...What are you planning?"
"We act like we're accepting every request they give us, but we'll really only do the ones we can handle with ease. Pick the low hanging fruit, get things done."
"That's certainly efficient, but what'll you do when the people you screwed over realize what you did to them?" Throne asked.
"Let me just make sure one thing." Sab looked at him, "You said everyone without wings completely forgets the previous cycle, right?"
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Finally, Sab's ingenius plan resonated with Throne. He understood that Sab's only goal was to get to a hundred, no matter what it took. Selectively choosing only the ones that took the least amount of time would indeed make them reach that goal faster. And since they're short on time and don't have any consequences, then they might as well do it this way. The scum's way.
"Now bring me back down." Sab glanced down at the crowd, "Our fans are waiting for us."
"Heh, fans..." Sab stalled his wings to drop back down to the ground, "Now I see why you aren't charging them anything. Ain't no way this'd count towards the total if you did."
"What can I say? I probably would've gone to Hell originally, but I heard that place closed down." Sab joked as they landed back in front of the needy crowd, "Alright everyone, form an orderly line and we'll get everything done in a jiffy!"
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"Fetch me a sword!" One guy proclaimed.
"Gotcha."
"I lost my hat somewhere in the crowd." Another lady pleaded, "If you could just find it for me...?"
"Right away, lady!" Sab sprung to action, getting flown high above by his seraphim friend to scout the hundreds of crowded streets in the blink of an Eye, "Here you go!"
"Wow, so fast!" She was ecstatic, "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
"Cool! Okay, me next!" A third person appeared after her, "Could you find this one guy for me? His initials are Q.Q."
"...Gotcha."
For each commission that required simpler tasks like retrieving lost items or fetching easy to find items, the two would spring up from their positions to get it done before even a few seconds had passed. As for the tasks whose possibility wasn't guaranteed, however, Sab would merely toss the customer a double thumbs up with a quaint "Gotcha". This little gag phrase also served as a signal for the elder Throne, who apparently hailed from an era widely considered by Sab as "primordial". His ignorance regarding items such as controllers, televisions, home consoles and even guns proved to Sab that he was dealing with someone who wouldn't have even been an old man while he was alive. Essentially, each time he would say "Gotcha", it was an encrypted message to Throne that said "Don't bother".
"Right, as for my request...!" A timid girl kept stealing glances at Throne's wings, "C-Could I maybe get flown around like you do? Only for a little bit!"
"Haha, sure thing-!"
"Gotcha." Throne interrupted the enthusiastic schemer, "Please wait a moment first, though. You can continue on with your day, I'll be sure to find you when we're a bit more free."
"O-Oh, of course!" She anxiously yet contently nodded, "Thank you so much, it was always my dream to fly, but I guess even in Heaven not everyone gets equal privileges."
"Yes, yes." Throne the glanced at an utterly appalled Sab, "What?"
"A!? Ugh, let's go up for a bit." He ordered Throne to fly them to the skies once more for a little chat, "Dude, what the hell? Why'd you gotcha her? That was the easiest one yet!"
"It was for me, but you're forgetting that we're making you do all the good deeds." Throne rolled his Eyes, "It won't count towards the total otherwise."
"Ah..."
Certainly, Sab had gotten a bit too ahead of himself with the current pace they were at. According to their count, he was at around 24 good deeds done after just an hour of work. Though they didn't have the exact time, they could both very easily admit they were on a good pace. This isn't even mentioning the fact they were pretty much saying "Gotcha" to every other customer. As it turned out, Sab had the right idea with his plan. Given the commissions they were given, they would have had around 50 had they actually done every single one, but by the time they'd finish them all, it would have already been way past White Monster time. This way was better—They had a lower number, but they had a lot more time, and the line was still stretching out way farther than they could see.
"Alright, where were we?" Sab happily clapped his hands together once he got brought back down.
"Yes, could you...?"
"Hold it! Where's my gun, man!?" The dude from earlier cut the line to ask.
"Whoa, hey there! Haven't seen you in a good minute." Sab tried to calm his nerves, "Didn't we tell you? We'll get it delivered to your home address by tomorrow."
"But I never gave you my address!" He angrily shouted.
"Hey man, back of the line is over there!" The guy that got interrupted shoved the gun hunter away.
"The fuck? No one's talking to you, jackass!" The gun hunter punched him back, leading to a full on street brawl.
Having stirred up a rowdy commotion at the front of the line, the two had succeeded in halting Sab's goodwill program completely. The previously neat and orderly line had now gone into complete disarray as everyone looked on at the volunteer workers that indirectly caused this to happen.
"Crap." Throne merely looked on, "You two, stop that right now, we can figure something out for both of you!"
"...Nah, leave 'em." Sab said after a brief pause.
"What?"
"Come on, pack up and fly me to the other end of the line. We're moving." Sab suggested, preemptively lifting his arms up without any discreetness.
"Oi, you can't just leave! What about us at the front of the line!?" An angry lady that was supposed to come after the guys that were wrestling on the ground complained, "Just do their requests and move on!"
"We're not miracle workers. Ah, I guess we did kind of advetise ourselves as such, but I suppose that makes us liars." Sab looked back at the winged seraphim, "Come on, the line's so long we'll be way past our quota by the time this news reaches the other end. Throne, fly me to the other side."
"You're abandoning these people?" Throne couldn't believe it, "People in need of help, people who are counting on us?"
"On me. They're counting on me, you said it yourself." Sab corrected him, "And as far as I'm concerned, I'll help even a crazed arsonist get some fireworks and a bunch of oil if it gets me those wings. I think you'll find that situation to be most favorable for you as well."
Throne was taken aback, staring blankly at the angel he once thought of as naive and kindhearted. In reality, Sab was neither it seemed, 'cause from the very start he was ready to only use these needy angels as fodder for his own gain. A seraphim's wings are crafted from the cheers of the ones they've helped, or so it is said—But for Sab's case, Throne wondered, would they not be boos instead?
"Hey, don't you dare leave us!" The lady at the front of the line threatened Throne.
"...Kid, you really are twisted in the head." Throne sighed, ultimately giving in to his demands and flying them to the back of the line, dozens of kilometers back, "Guess that makes me even more twisted for enabling you."
"Good choice." Sab fell to the ground with a flashy landing himself this time around as he greeted this side's customers, "Everyone, may I have your attention please! It hurts my soul to see so many people in dire need of help having to wait so long to see me, so for the next hour, you can consider the order... REVERSED!"