03-21-2018, 01:53 AM
The select few of Tanglewood that happened to own a brain. Or he was too harsh on them -- hell if he knew how to run one of these clans. Grizzled snout wrinkling at the three creatures staring him down, excluding Belial seeing as he shortly left after arriving, Beck arched out a paw, flexing useless muscles and rotating his crooked wrist with clicks of bone sounding as he did so. "Well, lemme think..." the boy trailed off, rasping voice falling silent and he scanned over the three present. A wallflower, a crazy snake lady, and a blind man. Not capable of much, but he could work with this, maybe. "Bella, you get to do the social shit, all the 'getting to know ya' business. Maybe have some type of lame-ass game or uh, 'group therapy' whatever that is, or sparring, or anything, really. Just make sure everyone knows everyone's name at least." Seeing as the population was laughably small compared to other towns he had seen, the challenge of memorizing identities wasn't extremely difficult. Having to strain his neck in order to address Vladimir and Amunet combined, the poltergeist was keen to distinguish the early warning signs of attraction between the two, specifically the chimera-patterned leopardess inching her way to Vladimir. A crooked grin curved his bloodless lips as he undoubtedly paired them together with an unfit task for the mountain lion: "Vlad, ya can scout out some of the territory, do a l'il exploring. Amunet can help if ya want. 'Course, Amy, if ya want to be extra helpful to me, ya can also help get rid of all this junk 'round the camp by... burning it. Yeah, just have a big fire to get rid of the trash." In his opinion, everything demanded of the volunteers was idiotic and pointless, but aside from his cynical view on the world, there was a chance they would hardly care about the creativity behind the assignments.
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