[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]This hand't been tended too for a while, but Sephiroth decided now was the time to get back into business after his absence for the past week.  The male would prowl to the general center of the settlement, shaking out his mane as he lumbered to the chosen spot.

"If one wishes to accept a task, come here."  The Pharaoh would rumble loudly enough to be heard as he sat himself down, flicking an ear as he awaited for anybody to come along and accept a job.  There was plenty that could be done in regards to, well, anything involving the going ons in the group.

#psychosocial.

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Hm, good reception so far.  Sephiroth's eyes shifted between the pair of them with a tiny blink of acknowledgement before he spoke finally.  " [member=3268]riku himura.[/member] , host an icebreaker game for our members of some variety.  [member=1077]kade .[/member] , hang an enemy corpse in Pitt territory."  wow, two wildly different assigned duties, but both were important in the eyes of the silver Pharaoh.

#psychosocial.