LATATA【❤】WEEKLY TASKS

[the trash man]

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standing at the head of the main camp like a creepy giggling demon, linux awaited her prey to come crawling out of the woodwork and fall straight into her trap. it was truly the spookiest time of the year.

"hey y'all, get cha' weekly tasks from me!"

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]"Gimme gimme," the male stated in a tracking post.

[ROSEMARY]

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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS

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[div style="width: px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #422426; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"][align=center]ARE YOU GOOD WITH CHAOS ?!

"I'll take one," Rosemary stated with a flick of her ear.

// quick post af

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© MADI

[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]"I'd like one as well." He needed something to do anyways. Victor had slept in far later than he cared to admit and wasted half the day just lounging about. While he did not have as high of an energy reserve today as he normally did, he knew the key to get motivated was to actually start doing something productive. It was a bit of advice his uncle had given him when the days grew slow and no entertainment could be found.

[Grey]

Who gave Linux permission to give out weekly tasks? He doesn't look forward to this but he figures he may as well arrive to see how exactly the child would fare. Besides, he tells himself, if it was that bad then he just won't do it. Bakugou, as usual, arrived with the thick smell of burnt metal, a result of his blacksmithing when he was at home and had nothing else to do. It was perhaps his idea of relaxing, quietly forging weapons he would never use. He thought it to be quite ironic because he was always making them yet refused to test out combat with them. He decides to add a mental note for his next training session, approaching behind the line of members and looking rather sour. "Task then," he says reluctantly, not shying away from giving the girl eye-contact. He isn't exactly scared of Linux but he almost knows she'll give him something vexing.

[the trash man]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]proud and tall, linux stood with her chest puffed out and her stance wide as the girl looked out to the sea of typhoon members, some coming to gather around for a task bestowed by the girl. yes! yet as the members came crawling forth a sudden drop in linux's high and mighty attitude came crashing into her - she had to actually think of things to say now. nevermind the power high, linux genuinely had to think. colon, open bracket.

the first, feliks, the familiar male brought an uneasy smile to the snowy child's face - still scared of the responsibility but comforted by the fact that the familiarity of the man. "feliks, how about you hold a beach-side concert? get some volunteers to perform and set up a great time for the typhoon? extra points if you can get everyone to sing along." that was fun right? linux wasn't aware if anyone else was interested in music, but from linux's previous interactions with feliks, the guy was at least amiable about the topic.

the next, rosemary. some family member by the face-value of her name, but to where and how she was related to linux the girl hadn't the foggiest anymore. probably an aunt or something - all linux knew about rose was that she was a necro mamba member. "rosemary, can you hold a snake information night? get some interest in the group about the snakes, teach a little about them, adopt some out. do anything you want, but make sure it's about mambas." suitable.

fluffing up her fur once more, dusty pink hues located victor coming forth as the man announced that he too wanted a task from the fem. this was a tricky one. "victor, get typhoon excited with a game of two truths and one lie. make it a bonding session where everyone gets to know a little bit more about each other."

smiles and glee turned sour as soon as baku came in to view, the sight of the tiny girl at the head of the weekly tasks obviously not sitting too well with the boy either from his expression. but whatever, the pair had to just get over their differences for a moment now. that being said, linux was going to mess with the boy a bit. "bakugou, host a cleaning party in the tavern. get those walls squeaky clean, but you must use water guns with soapy water and copious amounts of rubber ducks." how should the boy complete that task? linux didn't care, she just wanted to make fun of a grumpy baku covered in soapy water as typhoon members squirted each other with cleaning detergent.

[MARCELLUS]

HEARTFELT PROMISES { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]TAGS

Quietly, Marcellus padded up and sat down, curling his tail to his paws. "I'll take one as well." He called out, waiting for his task.

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Ah, so he was tasked with creating a bit of a band here in the Typhoon? Right, that was perfectly doable, even if the Typhoon contained quite a few grumps who wouldn't want any part of the white-noise maker. "Will do," he huffed, ideas already flowing about the type of concert they could make. Yeah, this'd be fun. Giving a nod, the gryphon would trot off to go ahead and put his ideas into play.

[toboggan]

As far as Marco was concerned, his stay had only just begun. With that decision came new responsibilities, those of which he’d take special care to perform. "I’d like one, please," he’d request in that pure tone of his.