03-12-2020, 11:41 PM
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More people, more tasks. Teeth continued to work the torn skin of his lip as brows furrowed in thought, searching for activities that wouldn't seem lame.
What could a gas-puffing wolf accomplish besides pollution or smoke tricks? Beck swayed on his tiptoes, head tilting back to admire the clouds before an answer plummeted from the heavens and into his grasping mind. "You're a big, uh, strong fella, right? How about... clearing some of the plants growing on people's houses? Maybe replant them somewhere else, I don't know," he stammered, not eager to inhale whatever halitosis-ridden fumes Caustic blew his way.
A gentle coo fluttered down Heathcliff's way like a crippled butterfly, soft yet ragged from waterlogged lungs, "Heathcliff, how about you try catching... three different types of bugs. Kinda like we did that one night. "
Next arrives a tigress Beck personally never met before; his throat tightened and his voice cracked oddly when he started to speak, caught off guard by the unwarranted pet name. "Um... okay. You- you could make something nice for people, y'know, to introduce yourself."
Yet another brother toddled to the statue, greeted with equally tender words. "Atticus, try holding one of those games. We haven't had one of those in a while... you seem like the man for the job."
And finally, Selby approached, quite to his surprise. Returning a fond smile, albeit shyly with his chin bashfully tucking to his chest, the poltergeist stood a little straighter, a little looser. "Hi, Selby," he chirped, his stub of a tail wagging idly, "How about instead of me giving you a task... you take the day off and I can do whatever you need to be done! 'Cause you deserve a break." A brilliant idea, allowing the sawbones to kick back and relax and not gain grey hair any faster than he did.
[size=8pt][member=10990]CAUSTIC.[/member]: caustic finds himself stuck with a reoccurring nightmare featuring a particularly bad end to one of his first rookie matches
[member=11979]heathcliff.[/member]: heath loses something dearly important to him, the item in question seemingly vanishing without a trace -- except one clue
[member=9997]Eulogy.[/member]: eulogy notices one of her cacti isn't faring well for unknown reasons and tries a few folk remedies to try curing its ailments
[member=11957]Atticus Roux[/member]: atticus happens upon a mutated carcass while exploring unsupervised
[member=2072]selby roux ![/member]: an item from his past is discovered within the junkyard
What could a gas-puffing wolf accomplish besides pollution or smoke tricks? Beck swayed on his tiptoes, head tilting back to admire the clouds before an answer plummeted from the heavens and into his grasping mind. "You're a big, uh, strong fella, right? How about... clearing some of the plants growing on people's houses? Maybe replant them somewhere else, I don't know," he stammered, not eager to inhale whatever halitosis-ridden fumes Caustic blew his way.
A gentle coo fluttered down Heathcliff's way like a crippled butterfly, soft yet ragged from waterlogged lungs, "Heathcliff, how about you try catching... three different types of bugs. Kinda like we did that one night. "
Next arrives a tigress Beck personally never met before; his throat tightened and his voice cracked oddly when he started to speak, caught off guard by the unwarranted pet name. "Um... okay. You- you could make something nice for people, y'know, to introduce yourself."
Yet another brother toddled to the statue, greeted with equally tender words. "Atticus, try holding one of those games. We haven't had one of those in a while... you seem like the man for the job."
And finally, Selby approached, quite to his surprise. Returning a fond smile, albeit shyly with his chin bashfully tucking to his chest, the poltergeist stood a little straighter, a little looser. "Hi, Selby," he chirped, his stub of a tail wagging idly, "How about instead of me giving you a task... you take the day off and I can do whatever you need to be done! 'Cause you deserve a break." A brilliant idea, allowing the sawbones to kick back and relax and not gain grey hair any faster than he did.
[size=8pt][member=10990]CAUSTIC.[/member]: caustic finds himself stuck with a reoccurring nightmare featuring a particularly bad end to one of his first rookie matches
[member=11979]heathcliff.[/member]: heath loses something dearly important to him, the item in question seemingly vanishing without a trace -- except one clue
[member=9997]Eulogy.[/member]: eulogy notices one of her cacti isn't faring well for unknown reasons and tries a few folk remedies to try curing its ailments
[member=11957]Atticus Roux[/member]: atticus happens upon a mutated carcass while exploring unsupervised
[member=2072]selby roux ![/member]: an item from his past is discovered within the junkyard