I'LL MAKE A MAN OUT OF YOU // WEEKLY TASKS 3/6

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  • [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Along with a new job came new responsibilities, and apparently, giving out the weekly tasks was one of them. Stepping toward the center of the camp, Nathaniel called, "If anyone would like a task, come here, please." To think that just a month ago the whole concept of weekly tasks had been new!

  • [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce had never held weekly tasks before - back when he was Paladin, it hadn't mattered who held them, and once Sweetophelia decided Paladins would hold the tasks, he was already deputy. He had handed them out, though, so that was pretty much the same thing. Padding over toward Nathaniel, he offered the older serval a smile of encouragement. "I'll t-take one, please," he requested quietly.


  • "I'll take one." Damien barked as he came over. His last one ended up being a Q&A, which he didn't terribly mind. So, hey. Hopefully this one'll be good.


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    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 3/02]GENERAL:
    damien | male (he/him) | warrior of blizzardclan | former team skull grunt (self-given title)| physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] black wolf with yellow markings and red eyes
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    none
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    no mental disabilities
    PERSONALITY:
    cold, calculating, studies everyone, judgemental
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; homoromantic, homosexual
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    [color=black]OTHER:

    played by maple
    casual character, please don't promote! (titles are fine)
    tag: #damienumbreon
    NPC xx NPC (gen 1)

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    He had a lot of things in his mind lately and it seemed like he missed with helping out the last session of weekly tasks. And so, the vulpine made sure that he was there as early as possible to make up for his absence. "Pierce, could you hold a pottery slash clay crafts making session?" The kitsune would ask as he reached the area. He knew that the serval was into the arts, he was sure that this task would be somewhat agreeable with the vice leader. As for the stranger, assigning a task would be difficult since the kid wasn't aware of their personality type, "could you hold a game of two truths one lie?" Hopefully the guy knew of it.


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  • Firnen

    Can I get my life back...

    Firnen had never fully participated in these kinds of things before, so he was curious how they ran. He knew that one was assigned a task and then they were expected to do it...but what kind of task could a four month old dragon be entrusted with? Stepping forward, he cocked his head to the side and spoke up, "I'll take one."

    ...The way it was, before I got so alone.

  • The last time Whiterussian had been in a Clan, weekly tasks weren't common like they were nowadays. He didn't object, though, and once he arrived he understood in short order what they were. A nice idea - he regarded the tasks as busywork, of course, but he was a believer in the saying about idle hands. "Ready and waiting, sir." called the chocolate-cream cat cordially.


  • Two Truths One Lie, he could do that. Damien came a nod before he walked off.


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    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 3/02]GENERAL:
    damien | male (he/him) | warrior of blizzardclan | former team skull grunt (self-given title)| physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] black wolf with yellow markings and red eyes
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    none
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    no mental disabilities
    PERSONALITY:
    cold, calculating, studies everyone, judgemental
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; homoromantic, homosexual
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    [color=black]OTHER:

    played by maple
    casual character, please don't promote! (titles are fine)
    tag: #damienumbreon
    NPC xx NPC (gen 1)

  • [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Nathaniel wasn't given much time to wonder if giving out tasks would be difficult: already Pierce and Damien had approached, and while he hesitated, Mie stepped up to the plate. Offering the other paladin a light smile, he turned toward Firnen. "Why don't you paint a mural?" Kids enjoyed smearing paint over walls, didn't they? After regarding Whiterussian for a moment, he asked, "Could you teach a few campfire songs?"

  • [center][fancypost=width: 450px; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify;][font='Georgia, serif']Oh, tasks were always nice! Ivylee approached, offering Nathaniel a nod of greeting. "I'll take a task, please!" The fluffy white pooch woofed, wagging her curly tail.
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  • [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce nodded to Mieczyslaw as he was assigned his task. He wasn't sure how good he'd be at three-dimensional art, but he was crafty, so he could probably figure something out. Turning to Ivylee as she approached, he smiled and offered, "Why don't you play a game of h-hide and seek?" That sounded fun.


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  • Wisteria was next to hop up to the plate - okay, well, hobble over. Despite having gotten used to her recent disability, she couldn't function as well as she used to. She would still try, though, whenever her medication allowed her. Which, really, was whenever, since she had been edging off of it. "May I have a task, too?"


  • "Task, please!" SHE barked as she bounded up, her tail wagging happily.


  • [fancypost=background-color:;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:14px;line-height:1.5] ― [font='Times New Roman, Times, serif']"Task please?" she hoped it would be too hard for the pregnant cheetah.
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  • [center][fancypost=bgcolor;borderwidth=0px;bordercolor=;text-align:justify;width:455px;][size=12][font='Times New Roman,Times,serif']The plant was there, it had never participated in a weekly task. 'I shall take one!' The plant announced through telepathy.


  • Alastor "The Phantom"
    [color=gray][font='baskerville old face']Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light | And listen to the music of the night

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    Alastor's last task had turned out to be horrible. He was unmasked against his will, and even after he tried to remain calm, his personal space was invaded. He entirely lost his cool, and after receiving a terrible flashback, he lashed out on Damien, who had acted so stupidly to take the mask off. Padding in with his guard following behind him, Alastor would look over at the BlizzardClanenrs who were handing out tasks. "...I would like a task," The Phantom would say, as he sat down on the ground, beginning to feel a bit reluctant about getting a task. Certainly whichever task he got assigned wouldn't be as horrible as the last one.


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  • [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Wisteria didn't look very good, and after hesitating for a moment, Nathaniel offered, "Can you make a compliment booth?" It wouldn't be too physically taxing, unless she literally wanted to build a booth, and would raise everyone's spirits. "Olive, can you lead a treasure hunt? Aimee, maybe organize a ball game?"


    Planty had him stumped for a minute: Nathaniel couldn't imagine what a potted plant would do. At last he tried, "Can you tell some stories, Planty?" Novella was a stranger. Offering her a smile smile, he suggested, "Hold a water balloon fight? And Alastor, would you mind decorating a few huts?"