WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE :: weekly tasks 6/10

[The Tombs]

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The smooth white sand enveloped his paws as the feline lay upon the beach, his eyelids gently shut to prevent his icy blue hues from entering the sight of others. His tail slowly raised upward and, no faster than before, plummeted to the calming sands of Barracuda Bay. His muscles no longer tensed, yet they were still seemingly rippling under his luxurious fur. He wasn't intending to engage in any activity anyway—he'd done his share of work, the whole lot of it that stemmed from the hunt to the patrol, and he was prepared to set himself down and relax.

He felt himself slip into a realm of peaceful slumber until his blue gaze was fully in view, his eyelids immediately jerked open by some intrusive thought. Not yet, сука!

The immense mortal form of the Siberian tiger lifted itself from its rest, grains of sand falling from the white pelt, some grains more stubborn than the rest. Iosef gave himself a firm shake to relieve himself of the last bits to at least look somewhat presentable to the rest of the Typhoon. It was this week that he offered to relieve Pincher of the deed of weekly tasks, and he was a man of his word. How else was he to gain the captain's respect as a crewmate? Certainly not with tardiness!

His eyes set on the magnificent, godly form of none other than Tofu the Turtle, a beautiful icon honored and treasured by all who inhabited the Typhoon's domain. She would do for the quick gathering of his crewmates. Gracefully but clearly in a hurried manner, the feline climbed upon the back of the great beast, standing above the center of Barracuda Bay. Yes, this would work out just fine. "Crewmates, get your asses over here for weekly tasks!"

[glow=#0097a3,2,300]LOSERS WEEPERS[/glow] — ❆

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

Oh, great, this guy was hosting Weekly Tasks? Caesar rolled his eyes a bit at Iosef's announcement, but made his way over anyway. "I'll have one." He said.

#psychosocial.

[guts]

Greed had yet to meet this guy. He studies him for a moment after trotting over, then grins with a tip of his head. "Yo, I'll take one, too,"

"SPEECH"

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[Character Graveyard.]

IF LOOKS COULD KILL ✧ Vanessa Carlysle - The Typhoon

Upon hearing Iosef's call for weekly tasks, Vanessa had changed her direction and walked over quickly. She decided to take a quick seat next to Greed before her attention was directed on Iosef.

"I'll take one too." The lupine spoke.

© madi

[arcy]

Ash wasn't actually entirely sure what Weekly Tasks were. Tasks? What sort of tasks? Why were they weekly? Did he just ... go up and ask for one? Somewhere in the distance, Ash scrutinizes the situation with curious eyes. Did he wanna ask for one? Not particularly, but he may as well. Oh!! Then he might be able to do something cool! Assuming he gets something good, at least -- Ash didn't have the attention span for a lot of things, so it'd probably some kind of weird russian roulette as to whether or not he actually does it.
"I'll take one!!" Comes the savannah's loud chirp as he hurries over. He appears a little impatient, but that might just be Ash's standard setting. Once Ash stops among his other clanmates, he takes a long few moments to settle. Ash, still standing with paws shuffling and Pikachu comfortingly patting the very impatient Savannah's head. Patience, of course, was a very unfamiliar concept to the dark-furred savannah, as he'd very rarely had to execute it in like -- literally any of his life. Whoops.

[glow=black,2,300]all these memories that we've made made[/glow]

[bubblegum]

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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags

the last time she'd done this, her mama had been the one handing them out. which most basically meant it's been a long time. she hadn't seen her mama in a couple months and she didn't really know what to make of that. she was worried about it at first, but her papa quickly was able to ease her feelings towards it just by...being here. he was a very good papa, she thought so. it made her want to be a good daughter, and that's what brought her here after so long.

the kitten skipped over, her tail flicking back and forth with anticipation. she gave a small smile, twitching her ears as the others requested a task. "i would like one too, please!"

[coldblue]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Like Goldie, it has been quite some time since Coldblue has offered to take up a weekly task. In fact, he believes that they both asked for one from their mother. Unlike Goldie, however, the young male is unconcerned by the absence of Guru. She was never that great of a mother anyway. Who he is concerned about, though, is Roman. They were not true blood-brothers, but Blue loved him all the same. He wonders if Pincher finally managed to scare the kid away. That would be unsurprising. The handsome young male casually strolls over to join his other sibling, flashing Goldie a faint smile. It is warm, if not overwhelmingly expressive. For a moment, glacial blue eyes graze observe the turtle upon which Iosef stands before granting the aforementioned male his undivided attention. "I will take a task, as well," says the sleek tomcat with lazy, half-lidded eyes. Hopefully it is not anything that requires...too much exertion.