LIKE ADONIS || WEEKLY TASKS

[rhosmari]

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[glow=#000,1,400]NOT CAUSE I'M BUSY, I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Time for him to be in the spotlight. Fuck yeah. It was getting awfully boring around here especially with the craziness that seemed to be striking down. There was talk of sacrifices and then Aspects and boy he was not having any of it. Really, to him he was thinking that this was more on the lines of having crazy fever dreams. Again he didn't think that this world was actually real. To him it was all a figure of his imagination built up to protect his mind from the current coma that he was in. He was fine and in a hospital at best and recuperating from the heist that had went so wrong. People could survive being shot multiple times, miracles happened. But at the same time when he thought about it, when he thought about all the lives that he had taken there was always a small voice in the back of his head. What made him so special? Sighing roughly the male moved forward with ease and found himself a stone pedestal to sit his rump on. Time to roue the masses and give them a good time right? Fun was what this place needed and he grinned a bit before he lifted up his prehensile tail that held a bottle of brandy in its grip. "Alright everyone, line up! Get your asses on over here we got some fun things to do!"

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS

[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;"]Hmm, felt a little odd being on the receiving end of one of these after so long.  He supposed it would give him something to do, he had moped and skulked about for a week and needed to get moving.  "I'll take one.". Sephiroth's voice would vibrate with a rumble as he approached Rimmy, who had taken up the task giving this week.

Mobile

#psychosocial.

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

Vagabond still knew nothing about the groups in the area. He didn't even know if any of these places had laws because he hadn't been prosecuted for anything that he had done. Not like he really left anyone behind to show them what he was capable of doing, which in all honesty wasn't much since he wasn't the best fighter out there. He was just big and strong and that's all he had going for him. Vagabond didn't know about everything that was happening in Rosebloods because he was out of touch with a place like this. He kept to himself and he kept with his crew. He constantly had to make sure that they were fed, and he wanted to learn how to heal others that were around him if that was even possible. The former human had a lot on his plate, and there was plenty of jobs to do around here as well. It wasn't uncommon for others in the crew to give orders to each other depending on who was running a job or a heist for that matter. Vagabond still wasn't completely sure what to think about the world, wondering if any of it was real in the first place.

He had been injured already, and knew that he could feel pain, so that had to mean something right? If this is where they were going to stay for the next couple of years, then so be it, he would make a life out of this world as he had done previously. Vagabond was passing by the place where Rimmy was at and was barely able to hear what the other said. What was the guy doing? He was certainly drawing a good amount of attention to himself. It peaked his curiosity, and he began to make his way over toward the slowly gathering group. The guy had always been a little bit flashy. His vivid blue eyes looked at the canine, raising a nonexistent eyebrow at the other's words. "And what exactly are you doing?" Vagabond questioned, curious, not about to stop whatever Rimmy was trying to do. So far, Vagabond had yet to do anything to contribute to the Rosebloods, and didn't seem intent on helping the group in any shape or form.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[teef]

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[color=#7E354D]BAI SHI
" my own illusion come to be "

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bai shi had approached the group slowly, the fox listening in. tasks ... something to do, finally! they would think, itching to get their claws and teeth into something. it had been ... quiet since they had come, without the barest sign of the one they waited for. might as well find something to do.

[Grimm]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]It seemed their thoughts upon the matter were aligned though within the details shifted.

Mogar thought little of the world about him, this place touched with dry heat were the sands had come to take hold and yet grown humid, sticky as it worked into the heavy covering of dusty fur. Less care was there for the people, or within the case of those about him now animals, little more then pawns about the board used by the one who held the power as any other had. Rare was it for a crew such as their own, the power held within the hands of Geoff but respect was present, enough so each had been given a voice, allowed their own chance to show their worth. Minimal was his knowledge of how things functioned, the titles given freely to the others within the crew breezed over in preference for things of greatly import.

None of this was real, nothing more then a dream his mind was caught within, the pain of muscle and skin pulling beneath the thick patches inflicted upon his body, left either to heal or rot he may never know. It mattered little to the canine what bad blood had tainted what was present between himself and Vagabond, the first meeting within this world rocky though things had smoothed out some, none of it extended to the other two. Familiar was the voice of Rimmy, raising within his thoughts, catching his attention for he had grown curious as to what these animals did.

Retort lingered upon the edge of his tongue withheld only for the words had been spoken, brief the touch of his gaze upon the larger frame of the hell hound. It had taken a great deal of time to become accustomed to his own body, though truth be told he had not dared to find a reflective surface to perform a full check, and more so to accept the way the others looked now.

[KLIMENT]

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Fun things to do?

Well, thank God, Kliment would have tore the territory down if they had to wait any longer for something particularly fun to happen. The hybridzation would walk forward with a lash of his tail only to sit down slowly, a soft hiss escaping him though his pseudo gaze locked onto Rimmy and his skeletal structure wondering what they were supposed to do. Well, whatever he was given he would certainly hope that it was "fun" or he wouldn't be very pleased. His tail lashed to the sides as he listened to what everyone else was saying though he would eventually speak up with a soft snort escaping him "WE WOULD LIKE A TASK ASSIGNED TO US AS WELL," Or else was what he would have added but that would be too condescending.

"I'M A BAD LIAR" —-- KLIMENT / ROSEBLOODS / MISC.

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Eddie was somewhat wary of weekly tasks after the first one Sephiroth had given him. Seriously, weapon making? He'd burned his paw, and Venom had freaked out for five minutes. He just hadn't admit it. Eddie didn't claim to understand his Other's fear of fire, hadn't gotten to talking about it, but it wasn't his problem to worry about right now.
"I'll take one," He says as he eyes Rimmy warily. Better be a good one, this time. Hopefully not involving fire or stuff that Eddie just ... can't do. He could probably avoid tasks altogether, but Eddie and Venom both were getting bored.

[ROSEMARY]

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Rosemary tended to dislike socialization and 'group bonding activities,' though she saw the use in keeping up her presence around the Clan. And that, she knew, she failed in recently. The physician came when anyone needed medical assistance, certainly, but she stuck close to her garden and workshop areas lately. And that needed to change. "Give me something," she spoke, her raspy voice softer than she'd intended. How annoying.