TO THE GRIND •• weekly tasks + ooc prompts

[Kydobi]

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STILL THOSE VOICES ARE CALLING FROM FAR AWAY -
♕tags-powers♕

[OOC: stole this idea from tanglewood hehe

Feel free to ask for a IC prompt and/or a OOC prompt as well!

These will apply till 2/7/19!]

Considering the recent evens and changes, Kydobi had given the Pittians a week or two to adjust. But now it was time to get back onto it. There was no more time to waste.

The last couple of weeks had racked up chores and responsibilities that Kydobi couldn’t ignore anymore.

Food was no longer as plentiful as before and despite the recent battle... there was still trouble on the horizon. And Kydobi refused to let the Pitt be caught off guard anymore.

“Pittians! Gather for your weekly tasks. All ages will happily be welcome.”, he curled his tail, “need all the help we can get.”

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%;text-align: justify;font-size: 10pt;"]Sweeney could say, without a shadow of a doubt in her mind, that at this point in time she wasn't the most fond of Kydobi. He was one of her father's friends it seemed, yes, but he had also let her other father be killed, was spouting out mean things about the fox right in front of her, and she hadn't liked it. But the thought of a task to do to keep her busy was something that she couldn't help but be interested in, so, here she was, coming through and sitting down, ears pricked for a moment as she forgot about her anger towards the adult, before the ears flattened against her head and she would finally speak. "I want one..." She'd drift off, waiting.

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Tasks?  Like jobs?  The petite vixen blinked owlishly.  This sounded slightly familiar.  Rounded with fascination, hazel hues quickly fixated on Kydobi.  Little paws quickly stumbled over, a bright, albeit somewhat shy, smile forming on Aine's face.  "I wanna task."

[ hit me with a prompt too! c: ]

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —

[fulzanin]

decisions to decisions are made and not bought

The cicada, as much as he followed other's around, was no excuse to the summoning of the weekly task prompt. His buzzing ceased as Astiar approached, taking a seat. "GREETING SMALL NO FOOD HIVE," he screeched through the mind, a sharp and jagged buzzing of his wings accompanying the words. He could grasp tasks.. sometimes. It was debatable of how, really. It was another layer of mystery to the massive dragon.

//ooc prompt too, pls!

control yourself and take only what you need from it

TAGS 9/4/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Astiar | Asti, Ast, Bug
✧ physically medium, mentally easy | 7/30
✧ male | he/him
✧ unallianced
— wherever there is food, that is where Astiar will take up temporary residence. Notably most of his time is spent in the Pitt, but has distanced himself from the group due to the lack of food following the raid.

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref.) | health: 100% | cicada
— a nine foot seven inches tall cicada themed dragon. He has four antennae growing on his head from orange growths on his head. Two grow in front of his twisted horns, and two from behind. Dewclaws point backwards from the body-facing side of all six feet. He has mandibles on either side of his mouth that come from his upper jaw. The top of his upper jaw lays a hardened segment of scales, dotted with yellow dots. These extend as deep green freckles onto the face. A long stinger rests at the end of his lanky, segmented tail. His body has the segmented build of an insect, consisting of a deep orange head, brown body and abdomen, and black spine. His underbelly is a pale navy, with splotches of yellow showing the separation of the sections. His wings are tinted blue, but are translucent. The membrane for them is a bright, vibrant orange. Each wing has one claw at it's second bone, pointing down the rest of the wing's length from the body. His front paws have five fingers, while the rest of his limbs have only three toes. His red eyes are near unblinking, and are built like that of an insect. A series of jagged spikes rise from his black back, and run down his head to his neck.
— tongue and blood is yellow
— current injures: burnt front right leg, deep scratches in his front scales

COMMUNICAION.
✧ Soft Buzzing
— Ambient noise. Pleased. Feels like making noise. Stretching. Curious.
✧ Loud Buzzing
— Angry. Infuriated. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike. Flying.
— IF ALONE: 'Come here'. 'Come closer'. 'Help'. 'Need assistance'. Lonely
✧ Mandible Clicking
— Ambient noise. Hungry. Curious. Nervous.
✧ Hissing
— Angry. Irritated. About to strike. Stop. 'Stay away'. 'I'm uncomfortable'. Testing vocal cords.
✧ Chattering
— Ambient noise. Mimicking speech. Pleasant.
✧ Grumbling
— Irritated. Annoyed. Being pessimistic. Bothered.
✧ Roaring
Angered. Infuriated. Enraged. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike.
✧ Rumbling
— Curious. Intrigued. Friendly. 'Come closer'. Pleased. Happy.
✧ Screeching
— Submission. 'Stop'. 'Go away'. 'I yield'. Panic. Fear. Terror.

PERSONALITY.
✧ Curious, inquisitive, devoted, loyal, open-minded
✧ neutral sided, easily impressed, impressionable
✧ clueless, over-obedient, takes commands without hesitation

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ adok x yitz
✧ clipyer
✧ demiromantic bisexual | single
✧ friends
— will add

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally easy | mental manipulation/communication | no weapons | claws, teeth, talons
✧ will start/end fights on command, hard provoke | will kill
— notably this is for instances where Astiar must fight. If able, Astiar will never raise his claws against any other creature unless he has been directly ordered to do so
— commands must be one word. If any words follow the command, Astiar is unable to understand due to his limited intelligence. Heavy presence of emotion will equally tarnish his ability to follow commands.
✧ very limited fighting knowledge
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #B21925 | mention [member=7712]Astiar[/member] when attacking

MISC.
— mostly feral
— speaks a wordless bug language
— worker drone
✧ Obeys without question as long as it is a simple command
— eats trees and other hard plant matter
— cannot understand speech

[Kydobi]

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STILL THOSE VOICES ARE CALLING FROM FAR AWAY -
♕tags-powers♕

[OOC:

PROMPTS

- Aine, goes to visit her garden but finds a section infested with snails and caterpillars that ruining her crops. She is conflicted on how to remove them if she decides to at all

- Astiar, comes across something that evokes some form of major emotion or reaction that he is capable of and he wants to show others but can’t really communicate what, where, or how. ]

Quickly a couple of face would appear. Naturally he would avoid eye contact with Sweeney when she first showed up. The children knew he had taken part in the murdering of their father and he wasn’t quite sure how to address that situation yet.

”Sweeney, I want you to get your sisters together and tidy up the camp. Make it look cleaner.”, he hoped she would oblige. As for her other sisters he couldn’t gauge.

His eyes would shift to Aine with a smile, “Hello Aine! Uh, I’d like you to perhaps... hold a little session of herbal training? Just share what you know with others and whatever tips you have.” It was important for everyone to have some type of basic medical knowledge.

He looked at Astiar and smiled, “Hello Astiar. Would you like a task?”

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[gael]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

A task session -- good.  The vulpine flicked his ears as he slipped into the crowd, eyes warming as they settled on Aine.  Gael made careful note to attend her session.

Directing his attention to Kydobi, the faerie offered a simple nod in request for whatever task the jaguar deemed necessary.

// would like a prompt as well

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

[CAUSTIC.]

// i'd like an occ and ic prompt please!

[Kydobi]

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STILL THOSE VOICES ARE CALLING FROM FAR AWAY -
♕tags-powers♕

[OOC:

PROMPTS

-Gael


]

He wasn’t surprised to see Gael show, the man was ever present. Kydobi looked at Gael, pausing before speaking.

He paused for a little longer when Caustic showed up. This would be a chance for one of the most trustworthy Pittians to get to know one of the newer assets.

“Both of you check the borders, refresh the scent... oh! Also gather a party to accompany”

[sub][W]isker[/sub]