bubble and boil // weekly tasks

[ROSEMARY]

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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER

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Her week for dealing out the weekly tasks came quicker than she anticipated; partially because she both dreaded being surrounded by so many people and enjoyed the productivity. Standing on the beach, she flicked her forked tail behind her as she waited for a few people go gather - though she planned on dishing out tasks quickly, to keep the crowd from getting too large and unmanageable. "Get your weekly tasks over here," Rosemary called out, her quiet and raspy voice barely managing to get above a normal speaking volume.

[ you can request an ooc task once you finish the ic weekly task ! ]

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[Luca]

Luca hadn't been all that productive lately. In fact, he'd been the opposite of productive. Perhaps it would be good to do a job for the clan to make up for the wanton waste of resources that his pyre-lighting grab for attention had ended up being. He trotted forwards and dipped his head towards Rosemary, offering her a tired smile. "Hey miss Rosemary," he greeted her, using a title despite her insistance that just Rosemary was fine. "Could I get a task, please?" He continued, pressing his wings tightly against his sides as his manners made another rare appearance. It was just impossible for him to act like he usually did around people like the head soothsayer. Usually he'd be a bit more grumpy knowing that he'd have to do work he probably wasn't good at, but he knew he deserved it this time. Who knows, maybe he'd get a task he could do well at this time?

[Mobile!!]

[Character Graveyard.]

Kirishima would approach the scene and sit down. "I'll take one too."

yuck low muse oof

tags :: updated 7/26:

basics.
✯ Eijirou Kirishima (Goes by Kirishima or Kiri)
✯ Cis Male
✯ Eight Months
✯ Beta of The Typhoon
✯ No titles

appearance.
✯ Domestic Feline
✯ Red pelt w/ dark red stripes all over body & black fur on top of head
✯ Red eyes
✯ Has a scar over left eye
✯ Has a bruise on side of face and scratches all over face
✯ American accent
✯ Former human

relationships.
✯ Friends w/ Izuku, Bakugou, Tsuyu, Tokoyami & Todoroki
✯ Considers Aizawa and All Might as his mentors
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ Homosexual
✯ Single
✯ Crushing on Bakugou
✯ Mental Bond with Bakugou (Undiscovered)
✯ No offspring

interaction.
✯ No powers
✯ attack in ORANGE

[ROSEMARY]

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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER

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Nodded to the two of them, her forked tail flicking as the gears of her mind turned towards generating some creative tasks for them both. Her orange-amber eyes flicked to Luca, resting on him for a bit longer, as she noticed - as she usually did - the politeness in the way he talked to her, which contrasted so sharply with the rest of the crew. "Of course," she replied to the winged hound, attempting to pet the top of his head with one paw, an amused half-smile fluttering over her muzzle for a fleeting moment.

"Hmmm, [member=1517]Luca[/member] how about you bake some personalized sweets for the crew? If you could make a few without gluten, all the better, I'm allergic to it," she suggested to him with a tilt of her head. She thought she remembered someone talking about Luca giving out cupcakes - she loved sweets, but most of them caused her nothing but misery when she ate them. After her fiasco eating some of Jacob's pasta, well, she put two and two together. She pulled her mind out of those thoughts as she turned to the second person needing a task for the moment. "And [member=1530]Kirishima[/member] how about you hold an event for the grim rays? Play some cards, hold a stealth class, anything you like," she told him with a small nod.

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[adomania]

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Des hadn't dealt with weekly tasks in a long while now, a year or so being the last time he had been ordered around to do things that bettered and helped the clan. Last time he remembered, he had been the one giving them out... the tables had turned once again, and he was on the receiving side once more. He didn't know how useful he could be, however, not in the state he was currently in. There was a lot he was betting here, and a lot that he didn't know if he could control if a task he was given required something that was far better suited to the old, more sociable Des.

He could only hope and approach, nodding at the group then blinking at Rosemary. "Give me one as well," his words were curt and to the point, so he waited.

[ROSEMARY]

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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER

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Rosemary looked over at Desperado, her head tilting slightly to the side as she stopped to think of an interesting task to give him. Unlike plenty of task-givers, Rosemary liked to give some odd ones here and there - especially to the more serious members of the group. "Hmm... since you like jewelry, [member=1732]desperado[/member] why don't you pick a member of the group and accessorize them with piercings and jewelry?" she stated, her apathetic face showing no trace of the humor underlying her mind.

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[MARCELLUS]

HEARTFELT PROMISES { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]TAGS

At the call, Marcellus padded up and sat down. "I'll take one." He called to the Soothsayer.

// track post

[adomania]

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[snare]

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snare mortem —  male — wolf — typhoon — privateer — argus x npc

[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]Snare was on quite an energy kick after his promotion, so he came zooming up as soon as he could.  "I'll take one please!"  The puppy would say excitedly, tail wagging and chest puffed.

(tired post)

[Grey]

The last time Bakugou had asked to do 'weekly tasks' was during a busy time. He saw the line build up, the atrocious array of Typhooners willing to offer their free labour to the groups. Naturally, he would be opposed to join in but it was during a moment in time the male had been caught in a generous mood. In this point in time, Bakugou felt overwhelmingly indifferent to doing extra jobs around Paradis Island. It seems by now that he has a reputation, one that was actually positive. He doesn't particularly know how to feel about it. Perhaps it is a nudge to him to try harder, a wink to him for a character change. He knows he's become much tamer than he was before but, as Bakugou tries to convince himself, he is still the same old Bakugou his classmates loved to hate. As the ragdoll arrives, there's an unusual air of nonchalance surrounding the dark clouds of smoke which often circulated his body, enshrouding him with an often brooding atmosphere. Anyone can assume that this is due to his new position as privateer, newfound pride was consuming him. "Task," he says, wary enough not to mumble but still offering a cold exterior. His fiery irises flicker a glance to Rosemary, wondering what she will give him.