those who fight / weekly tasks 11/4-11/10

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — LORD — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Hm.  Since there were new members Sephiroth supposed he could get more attention with this then usual.  The male prowled to the main cavern of the Roseblood ruins, tossing his silvery locks before he looked about the mighty group's land.  "Come here if you wish to receive a weekly task."  The leader would command throughout the home base of his beloved group, keeping an ear and eye open for whole would approach him for a job.

(feel free to return for another task once your first task is completed!)

#psychosocial.

[Matias]

The pale lupine blinked at the sound of Sephiroth's words, his eyes wrinkling at the corners as they narrowed into a squint. He had never heard of a weekly task before. A quick glance around the cavern told him that these words weren't out of the ordinary. Everyone else was acting as if they were normal, some flicking an ear at the call before going on with their day, and others coming forwards to request one of these mysterious tasks. Sorbet exhaled through his nose and moved with the latter group, trotting closer to get more information. If this was something that happened regularly, then he may as well get in on it while he's still considered new. "I'll have a task, whatever that is," he stated as he pushed to the front of the crowd, angling his blue-tinted ears forward with clear curiosity.

[Grey]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He wasn't expecting others to have had the same idea as him. It seemed that the influx of joiners was not a common event that occurred within the Rosebloods considering how strange some of the members looked at him, the soft rumours he heard. Having been a traveler all his life, his hearing was more attuned to even the faintest of whispers, he paid attention to a number of things because being a good listener usually translated to an advantage when moving through foreign lands. Borders were something that had been ingrained into the male's very being, his neurons fit to be firing messages back and forth from ears to brain. And yet always it came back to the noise, the unwelcomed sounds he had struggles tuning out. Perry had the tendency to become overwhelmed, distracted by everything. For that reason, he appreciated the gentle hum of a quiet place. The Rosebloods, despite the number of new members roaming about, was akin to that of a library. All it was missing were the books he wanted to read.

He approaches the two, gaze sweeping across the strangely named male. Sorbet. It was a frozen desert. Then again, he has heard a number of peculiar names when he was a lonely wanderer. It shouldn't have been a surprise to him and yet it still caught him off guard. He doesn't spend too long accidentally gawking at the horned male though, instead turning to face his eyes at Sephiroth. Weekly tasks. From the sounds of it, they are duties given out by him, the leader of this place. It sounded optional but Perry wordlessly approached anyway, pointing a paw towards himself to indicate that he wished to receive a job. He wasn't sure if he could be bothered carrying one out as he still had to settle in but he also wanted to familiarise himself with a social life. Hopefully the Lord was understanding enough to know that the coyote didn't feel like speaking, nose twitching as he began to notice the smells of individual members around him, only faintly able to differentiate them.

[ROSEMARY]

[align=center]SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE

The four-eyed wildcat hoped to pop in and pop out as quickly as possible -- these kind of events usually attracted far too much attention, and she hated crowds. But she needed to get used to living here and interacting with everyone; by the end of her stay in the Typhoon, she felt a stranger to everyone, and she certainly wanted to prevent that from happening again. So she squared her shoulders and paid attention to the pharaoh to wait for her task.

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Weekly tasks were a new concept. Eddie really wasn't kidding when he said his old home was small, and probably rather badly maintained. Being confused as to who the hell the leader was wasn't really as rare as it should be. But it wasn't hard to figure out what this was supposed to be. And, y'know, whatever kept him busy. Venom got bored easily now that he wasn't allowed to just do .. whatever. Eddie would be content wasting away in some back room of this place, but that wasn't much of an option.
"Sure, whatever," Eddie makes a vague, noncommittal motion with his paw. Maybe it'd be fun, but either way it'd at least take up some time and be contributing, so ... that's all that really mattered. This being said, Eddie settles as he waits for directions.

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]As expected, there were quite a few candidates this time around so he could get right to handing out tasks much sooner than usual.  It felt good.  Sephiroth would look about with approval in his expressive eyes before he spoke once again.  " [member=2587]Sorbet[/member] , host some sort of creative activity for the group.  [member=2757]perry[/member] , find a way for a smaller animal to take down larger prey and test it out.  [member=1130]rosemary roux[/member] , search for poisonous plants in the rainforest and let the group know what they are, perhaps find a use for them.  [member=2728]eddie,[/member] , create weapons of some sort and hand them out.  Get input if you need it."  There, hopefully they all could put themselves to good use like that.

#psychosocial.

[Fright]

CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS

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Frightfur approached the crowd to stop beside Eddie as he lazily munched on a rainbow lollipop that he held with only the aid of his teeth. He wasn’t completely sure about weekly tasks but he’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t been waiting around for a job, sure. So when Sephiroth called for people to gather, he made himself show even if he was a little late. He was often late, caring little of the consequences.

”Hit me,” he demanded like it was a challenge, words a little sloppy from both his accent and the candy stuck in his mouth.

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XOXO SHIN OF GS + THQ

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth would look down as Frightfur approached, nodding slowly before giving them a task that they so desired.  "[member=2026]Frightfur Seraphim ![/member] , start an herb garden either in the jungle or somewhere in the ruins."  Something simple that would go with the rank the feline had been awarded, and something that would aid the group in general.

#psychosocial.