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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]It was time for a new set of weekly tasks to be given out, and it was Santana's turn to "hand" them to his clanmates. It was already decided that he would make them a bit Latino-based than anything. There were a few small events that would be easy to handle with only one person, but more of them required two, or even a whole group. His mind was swirling with ideas, and yet he was a bit anxious to say them aloud. He would have to explain every one of his assignments because most, if not all, were not Mexican, or even Spanish speakers. It was rather frustrating that there were no individuals in the clan similar to him. Most spoke another language, but not Spanish. The kit gave a roll of his eyes, a frown soon lining his lips as he picked a spot high up on a rock. "Aight, if you want a task, get over here," Santana called out, sounding a bit infuriated, but it was rather subtle. If anyone had been paying close attention, they would be able to tell. His chocolate visionaries swept the area hastily, looking out for anyone who might approach the scene. All he saw were NPC's, whom he ignored, or glared at, as if daring them to do anything. He had been particularly angry over the past few days, as well as aggressive, and for what seemed like no reason. San gave a shrug of his shoulders, not caring.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Alice was a bit apprehensive. She and Santana hadn't really gotten along all that well. Hopefully that wouldn't effect her task. She padded over, beaming. "I'll take one," she purred.


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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Despite what they thought, he wouldn't be that cruel to them, even if he wasn't fond of those who had approached, aside from Ulyssa. He didn't know her well enough to have a well-formed opinion on her. From what he had seen, however, she didn't seem all too bad. As they approached, all of his ideas and assignments seemed to escape him, and thus he was left standing there rather rigidly. He frowned to himself as he stared down at Finnishwars, feeling revolted by their presence. Not only were they a hellhound, they were absolutely...boring. They never seemed interested in anything, which caused him to get riled up. It seemed he was always in some sort of irritated state, which was an annoyance in itself. Santana wore a frown as he attempted to think. "Aight, Finn, hombre, make a piñata, get some people and beat the shit out of it," the fawn kit told him, pausing briefly. "Ah, and don't forget to put some goodies in it. That don't mean blood or guts, cabrón. Candy, food, cutesy prizes." San shifted the weight on his paws as he added on the information, knowing that Finn would have taken it the wrong way. They probably thought he was stupid. They were wrong.


    His chocolate gaze then turned to Violet, who had approached moments after Finnishwars. At the nickname, he outwardly grimaced and shot the male a glare, obviously displeased. "Don't call me that, pendejo," Santana snapped at him, tone practically dripping with distaste. He straightened after the harsh comment, chin tilted towards the sky now. "Make tres leches. It's a cake made with three kinds of milk," he stated, inwardly sighing as he realized he might have to aid Violet in the process of creating the pastry. "If ya need help, you can ask, but...eh," San trailed off, sounding rather bitter as he finished addressing the diva greyhound.


    It was now for Alice, as well as Suga. Though he didn't much mind Alice, his opinions for Suga were widely different from the female. Briefly, he pondered what the two of them could do together. It reminded him of a holiday, one with a cake and a baby. Before he spoke the task aloud, he thought about it for a moment, being sure he knew all the facts of the holiday. Because he hadn't been alive to properly celebrate it, he only heard of the celebration from the gang he resided in. His memories of them were near crystal clear, though, so he had no trouble sifting through his thoughts to find it. "Roscón de reyes. You make a cake, and inside one of the pieces, ya put a little baby figure. Whoever gets the piece with the baby is the 'Rey'. The king," Santana said with a bob of his head, satisfied with his choice in tasks.


    Finally, the last to be spoken to was Ulyssa. He flashed the sickly kitten a grin, and kept the look upon his features as he thought of a new assignment to give her. Santana nearly hopped up from his position, but kept himself grounded enough. "Find some skulls and paint 'em. Give 'em nice designs, like colorful shit and flowery stuff," the sunguard told her with a flick of his tail. Sugar skulls, essentially. They would be more prepared for the Dia de los Muertos he had planned too.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ah, so it was San's turn to give out tasks? Well, from what Par could hear as she padded over, he gave out some pretty interesting ones. Original ones, actually! Which was rather lovely, the same repeated tasks every week got kind of boring. "Chuck one over, San," he called as he approached, tilting his head to one side as he waited to hear what the kitten would conjure up.


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    GENERAL:
    ★ PARTYANIMAL | PAR | BIGENDER [SHE/HIM]
    ★ panromantic | pansexual
    ★ 3 years physically [immortal] | 15 months mentally | ages real time
    ★ deputy of sunclan | head of commune | member of warfare
    ★ ambassador to riverclan & seaglassclan (next visit by september 2nd)


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ is a vampire
    ★ will party anytime, any place, for any reason


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ nothing important


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ SIBERIAN TIGER
    — an average sized and normally coloured siberian tiger with red eyes. her eyes and paws glow red. she shares a couple necklace with yosafire (with a heart pendant).


    PERSONALITY:
    party-lover | extroverted | blunt
    daredevil | careless | matchmaker
    overprotective of sunclan | irritable | prone to moodswings


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ taken | ½ partyfire
    ★ waltnutpaw x hatredeyes | generation ? | no apprentice


    POWERS:
    ★ telepathy - discovered - semi-mastered
    ★ super speed - discovered - mastered
    ★ super strength - discovered - mastered
    ★ super senses - discovered - mastered
    ★ memory manipulation - undiscovered - unmastered
    ★ emotional manipulation - undiscovered - unmastered


    INTERACTION:
    ★ will make friends with everybody
    ★ extreme physically | medium mentally
    ★ will start fights & will finish them
    ★ attack in #d9080a
    ★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
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    Moving over, the flighty girl padded over, smiling. "ill take one."
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    as this was a mobile post, nymph only waved her paw in santana's direction, signalling she would like a task as well.
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    "Santander, ya better hope ya tasks are as good as ya bankin' cause I wanna task," the fox yipped in a tracking post.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][size=9pt]"I'd like one," the approaching kitsune comments, her words followed by a light hum as she seats herself by the others momentarily. She knows she'll be up and moving within moments to complete her task, but for the time being she allows her tails to curl around her as she peers towards Santana with light blue eyes.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Dusk was impressed to see Santana dishing out weekly tasks. That kid had some motivation, that was for sure. The cream tabby, smiling rather tiredly, took a seat near Sola and looked up to his younger friend, wondering what he would come up with for him. "I'd, um, love one too." Duskmire told him, flicking an ear. He was hoping for something more artistic than he usually got; he actually enjoyed art and things of that nature, more so than hosting parties and bonfires, at least. He wasn't as social as many others; he made a bad party host.


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    [spoiler=info | updated 8/30][color=#ab8a83]» GENERAL
    ▸ Duskmire | "Dusk" | ♂
    ▸ 2 years old | Freedomfighter x Zerogravity
    ▸ SunClan warrior | dual alliance with SkyClan
    ▸ SunClan ambassador to SkyClan
    ▸ Former BloodClan third tier & WindClan guardian
    ▸ Born June 18 | Gemini | INFP


    [color=#ab8a83]» RELATIONSHIPS
    ▸ Homosexual | Homoromantic
    ▸ Dating no one | Crushing on Jericho
    ▸ Mentoring Cairo


    [color=#ab8a83]» APPEARANCE
    ▸ Domestic feline | [appearance ref]
    ▸ Tall and faintly muscled cream tabby; cloudy blue eyes and angular features. Jaw is slightly visibly crooked.


    [color=#ab8a83]» PERSONALITY
    ▸ Hardworking, friendly, nervous, somewhat impulsive.
    ▸ Tends to over-exaggerate things
    ▸ Easily jealous and upset, though not usually publicly
    ▸ Open-minded and a mediator; will try to resolve conflicts peacefully first


    [color=#ab8a83]» SKILLS + STATS
    STRENGTH | ● ● ○ ○ ○
    [i]SPEED| ● ● ○ ○ ○
    [i]INTELLIGENCE | ● ● ● ● ○
    [i]MAGIC | ● ● ● ○ ○
    — [i]skills: basic healing, fishing, tracking, climbing
    OVERALL DIFFICULTY: Medium


    [color=#ab8a83]» POWERS
    ▸ [i][u]Fire Elemental     | can manipulate fire, hurl fireballs, and produce fire with elemental pelt
    ▸ [u]Ability to Transfer Pain | can transfer pain from a victim to himself; if physical contact is broken the pain share is interrupted
    ▸ [u]The Sight | may have visions of the past or future in the presence of moonlight or the aurora due to weak ties to the afterlife after his reincarnation

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    ·.·★Ic★·.· Sockett was curious as to what task she would get- Santana had never seemed very friendly, and this often affected the outcome of what clanmembers were given. However, she hadn't gotten a weekly task in, well, weeks, and she had decided it would be a good idea to volunteer for one. Well, it had only been two weeks, but still. That was two tasks she had passed the opportunity up on. "I'll take a task, please!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -4px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=#969696]She was happy that San was doing these and not Finn again. Perhaps he would give her something cool or something she'd like. "Hit me with it San," the hybrid would coo aloud, mismatched orbs fairly curious.


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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The deputy wasn't his favorite individual, but he didn't loathe, or even dislike, him. He really had no reason to, therefore, his opinions on the tiger were not radical. Santana couldn't think of anyone Par had done that particularly irked him, and so, the male was immediately settled on his better side. The sunguard's chocolate visionaries flickered towards Partyanimal, now preparing to speak his idea. Most of them would have to deal with cooking, or food, but all were based around Mexican or Latino culture. "Par, get Fairykit, and Nymph, and try to make some tamales," Santana told the deputy with a grin, weight shifting as he fidgeted around in his position on the rock. "They're, uh, kinda hard to make, so if you need me or somethin', just ask," the fawn kit then added, giving a slight bob of his head as he offered his help. The food was rather arduous to craft accurately, and while it was the same as it was with the tres leches, he at least knew the basics of making them. The cake, however, was much easier to bake in comparison to tamales. It would be amusing to see what exactly the end result would be for the trio. For a moment, he hoped they wouldn't mind being paired together, but his rper was running out of ideas.


    His chocolate optics narrowed upon immediately hearing the 'nickname', if it could even be called that. If anything, Enzo was more likely teasing and taunting him than accidentally pronouncing his name incorrectly. The kit's gaze landed on the male, pupils shaped to near slits. He hardly knew the male, and yet, he was doing his best to create a bad impression. San couldn't help but begin to dislike him already. "If you keep callin' me that you ain't gettin' anything good," Santana retorted bitterly, a slight snarl rising on his lips, sharp teeth peeking out. He relaxed to a degree as he settled back, tail curling around his hind leg, the tip twitching. "Quinceañera. It's a party. For girls. But, you can change it up a bit for the clan. Just keep it in line with Mexican culture, esé," his pronunciation was absolutely perfect as he spoke the word in his native tongue, informing Enzo rather quickly.


    Four down, four to go. His brain was now beginning to run on fumes as his gaze settled on Sola, eyes a bit tired. His eyes were half-lidded as he observed her, mind blanking as it had before anyone arrived. He hadn't expected any anxiety regarding his choice in tasks. "Sola, make some Mexican...goodies, like necklaces, bracelets or a dumb ring," Santana told the female, hoping most would relate to religion, or girls and their likes. "Then give 'em to people."


    San seemed to visibly brighten when Duskmire approached, even if the small alteration in outward demeanor was extremely slight. He felt like a child with a school-girl crush on the cute boy in school, except this boy was at least a year old than him, as well as not interested. Jericho and Dusk seemed relatively, but someone had yet to tell him anyone. "Duskmire, tell a fairytale, but one that is from Mexico," he said the country's name in a thick Spanish accent, and whilst speaking it, a grin appeared on his features once again, only to disappear. "It don't have to be in Spanish," Santana reassured with a slight chuckle, a smirk forming on his lips. It would have been enjoyable to see Duskmire attempt to speak his native language, and so he couldn't help but give a quiet gasp and laugh.


    The final two to arrive, Sockett and Immy respectively, were a duo he had little of an opinion on, though Sockett more so than Immy. He quite enjoyed the latter as the femme didn't seem to mind him or his attitude, and perhaps even...embraced it. That was something he never expected from anyone within SunClan. Obviously she was different from them all, fortunately. "Sockett, right? Uh, make some papel picado. All ya gotta do is fold up paper, tissue paper, and cut designs into it, like a...uh, snowflake?" San had heard the term before, but he didn't quite know what it was, aside from what he had heard. "Get a few people to do it too. Y finalmente, Immy, host tlachtli. It's a ball game like basketball, but the hoop is to the side," the sunguard stated the last weekly task - at least until others showed up - with a yawn, eyes half-lidded. His gaze flickered over those still in the area, wondering briefly why they hadn't left to begin their tasks.


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    [justify][size=8][color=silver]And she was back, this time with a different blanket wrapped around her shoulders, paint splotches on her fur, and a bandaged paw. "C-Can I have a- a new o-one?" stammered the ill child, plopping into a seating position within the crowd.

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    "Yeah yeah, I getcha, sorta outta line, banks are at tha top of the political infrastructure an' figuratively speakin' they give us quite a few issues don't they? What with issues o' malnourishment in communities that would otherwise be flourishin' if it weren't for apartheid spear'eaded by political figures who sit at tha stratosphere of tha political infrastructure who see to it the exponential growth of tha corporate infrastructure. Or is that conundrum really just a liaison between factions of 'ierarchy that have endeavors that go beyond parliamentary procedures?" he paused for a moment, eyes wide as he almost completely ignored the gestured threats. He had stopped himself from a rant, all because he had called Santana Santander instead. Phew, that was close, he doubted they'd want to hear the whole thing. Quin... Quin something... he didn't know, he could barely speak cat a lot of the time. "I'll get right to that... but uh... quick question... what's a Mexican?". Though highly knowledgeable on human products and even television, culture and countries weren't exactly his strong point, and as insensitive as he may have sounded, he was truly oblivious.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 325px; margin-top: -10px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial;][justify]i'll take one. she said as she calmly sat down in a quick trackpost.


    tags (8/28/16)
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    "I WOULD RATHER SPEND ALL MY DAYS,"




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    [size=7pt]Noel padded forward, her large ears twitching nervously. "I'll, uh, take one." She called in a track post.[/fancypost]
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    "REMINESCING ABOUT YESTERDAY."
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