From observation, the boy had learned that communities, whether they be uptight villages or newborn towns, functioned best when everyone did their role. That in itself was basic knowledge; the only issue was how to drag a community into working. Tasks seemed like the best idea, and they would have to be on a regular schedule -- and that left Beck scowling to himself in the ghost town's center, aimlessly raking flexed claws against lichen-coated pavement, brainstorming and mindlessly thinking. Why not? He already grouped together a sloppy excuse for a clan.
Huffing quietly to himself odd whistles of waterlogged breaths, Beck circled around impatiently before leaning back onto bruised haunches, notched ear twitching erratically as per usual. The evacuated town was a disaster, to say the least, and a lone helper couldn't clean it up alone. And there was the problem of making sure everyone trusted each other and didn't kill people in their sleep -- god, why was leading so boring? He thought it would take his mind away from the discontent of the afterlife. Smearing away toxic drool that managed to drip down the burnt side of his snout, the poltergeist finally rasped out into the white noise of chatter and movement, "Y'all we're startin' somethin' new, somethin' called weekly tasks to make sure nobody's slackin'! Get over here so I can hand 'em out!" That would catch their attention, unless he calculated incorrectly and every rogue he gathered was in fact a dumbass.
[align=center]»――▸Huffing quietly to himself odd whistles of waterlogged breaths, Beck circled around impatiently before leaning back onto bruised haunches, notched ear twitching erratically as per usual. The evacuated town was a disaster, to say the least, and a lone helper couldn't clean it up alone. And there was the problem of making sure everyone trusted each other and didn't kill people in their sleep -- god, why was leading so boring? He thought it would take his mind away from the discontent of the afterlife. Smearing away toxic drool that managed to drip down the burnt side of his snout, the poltergeist finally rasped out into the white noise of chatter and movement, "Y'all we're startin' somethin' new, somethin' called weekly tasks to make sure nobody's slackin'! Get over here so I can hand 'em out!" That would catch their attention, unless he calculated incorrectly and every rogue he gathered was in fact a dumbass.