04-29-2018, 07:56 PM
The cycle continued and it was Beck's turn again for handing out pointless jobs to his clan -- how many times had he done this again? He was already losing track. The mangy feline shook out his pelt with contempt marring his face, freckles and scars crinkling as he grimaced. He never was the creative type, but as long as they had something to busy themselves with, they would be happy, right? Scrambling onto the pile of rubble claimed as his perch for announcements with noticeable difficulty thanks to his mutilated paw, his lantern-like eyes scanned across the empty town square, searching for any signs of life. A ragged huff escaped his burnt snout, and Beck slumped on his statue's ledge, dusting away grit with a faint grumble. "Anybody who wants a task, y'all get over here!" the poltergeist breathlessly croaked, words cracking as he failed to raise his voice into a shout. A couple of hoarse coughs tumbled from his mouth, accompanied by droplets of electric blue spattering the aged rock beneath his paws. He didn't seem to be bothered much by his brief coughing fit, wiping away the toxic drool with the back of his bandaged paw and scowling at the approaching crowd that managed to hear him.
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