ANNOUNCEMENT where to place fault is up to them

[Grateful Mae]

Mae had truthfully stumbled onto the Congregants of Genesis much like someone would a discarded hamburger wrapper on the side of the road. She wasn't impressed. Maybe even a little annoyed by its existence. She had been wandering around this joint and hoped it was abandoned enough that she could set up shop to brood her days away. She had a lot of days to brood, being only six months old with the problem-solving skills probably better than that guy standing up there trying to keep everything from falling apart. She could probably do it better with her paws tied behind her back, at least, Mae thought so.
The bright orange fox buzzed her wings in impatience, the ruined tiger moth wings making an obnoxious sound from where she stood towards the back. The juvenile fox wasn't a familiar face but... how many familiar faces were there here, really? With a sigh, she stepped up in line and raised one white brow. She was the shortest canine creature here. Damn, she was hoping to get off without being treated like the runt of the litter, but this was really pushing her luck.
"I'll take one. I guess. Make sure it doesn't suck, I don't want a task that sucks," Mae stated plainly with a nod as if to punctuate her point.

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