DANCE WITH ME ➤ Open + Weekly Task

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    BEOWOLF ![color=white] ➤ information | battle tags | [abbr=Reincarnation of Angelbeats, ex-Shadowclan Leader ➤ ages 1month per 100posts]other[/abbr] | #beowolfposts | #openthreadbeowolf


    [justify]For his weekly task, Beowolf had been assigned to plot with others for ways to improve camp life and their situation in general, as Discord had put it, a sort of 'get to know' activity. He'd take it as 'get to know your strengths', and he was all for finding that much out about his Clan mates. Even as an apprentice it was always good to know one another's strengths and weaknesses after all, and if he could pry that information out of someone, he could set them to work in that particular area. Regardless, the wolf felt a bit daunted by his task- before it would have been no problem for him, but with the loss of hearing on his right side and the shrapnel injuries, he was still a bit jumpy so to speak. Whistling still set him off, but that was a story for a different time.


    "Aye, strategy meet n' greet! We're talking about battle plans and ways to improve life here!" He shouted, louder than he normally would have, but his right side still burned and his voice still seemed to distant for its own good, and everything felt off. He wanted it to be normal again, and despite the slight frown on his face and the multiple dressings he had on his body, he would attempt to be that- his normal self. Regardless, he was here to plan, and talk. Not bring pity upon his person. [/justify]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 11pt; height: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center; color: olive; font-family: georgia]WELL TELL HER THAT I MISS OUR LITTLE TALKS ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height:95%; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]Frenchhorn thought he had a good enough idea of what was happening – the Twolegs had forced them out, and everyone was handling it differently, simple as that. Some were trying to raise morale or make plans to retake what was theirs; others just sat there and sulked. And then there was him. Though he knew enough to understand the Twolegs were winning this round, he somehow managed to be removed from it. Easy enough when the only sign of humans he had was their scent and the fascinating lights he’d figured out were from the bombs, thanks to a few journeys into the mind of an NPC or eight.


    What all of this meant was that, though he lacked battle experience, the intern decided it would be a fine idea to at least listen in. And by “listen,” he meant “frantically lip-read so I don’t miss anything.” That would be a problem, but he could put up with it. At least he had some means of communication now. With a snort, Frenchy plopped himself down across from Beowolf. He’d been close enough to make out most of the words – “battle plans” was enough, right?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px; width: 385px; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; width: 383px; height: 175px;][justify][color=white][size=7pt]All the angst that was coming from the worsening twoleg problem seemed to be getting worse, but it was all but lost on Sweaterkits young mind. She could tell the devastation was taking its toll on the land and animals in it, but not having seen nor experienced first hand what was really going on, the young female hadn't quite grasped onto anything yet. Regardless, at the sound of the call, she came running. "Could I help?", she asked instantaneously, skidding to a stop just in front of Beowolf.


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