WORK BITCH [&] WEEKLY TASKS 3/18 - 3/24

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  • [fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]/ i love t hese beautiful gays
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  • [center]FINCH HARBRINGER GRIMM
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    "the club isn't the best place to find a lover so the bar is where i go" [color=white]

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    [color=#ff9999]Finch approached, a smile gracing her black lips as she observed the scene unfold. She was glad to see that Char was getting more active and such. [color=white]"I'll take one, Char."[color=#ff9999]


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  • PARCHED LAND NO DESERT SAND

    Ah- he could assume that the older female had started giving out weekly tasks, as some of his clanmates were already clamoring around to get theirs started. Toxpaw could also assume that he had come at a good time as it seemed the first wave of participants would probably be the largest and those coming for weekly tasks would be filtering in throughout the day. Letting a small smile escape, the young male trotted over. He would be the next to approach Chardonnay. She had comforted a smaller child while he was joining; however, he had not seen much of her other than that, more due to his own inactivity. In his defense, he was still becoming acclimated to clan life and hadn't fully settled in yet. He was becoming more accustomed to hunting though, and although training on his own was a bore, it would be over in a few months.


    "Ah- I'll take one, please," said that chocolatey-colored tomcat as he stared up at the large feline. Hopefully he'd be given something interesting enough to keep his attention. He had heard everything from an herb training session- he would be sure to attend that, herbs made him curious a great deal- to hosting a meet and greet, one of which he'd already been to, but he would make an effort to show up at another one too. In the few days he had been there, Tox was sure numerous others had joined and he would need to meet them and memorize their names. He sat down and curled his tail around his paws, waiting for Chardonnay to give him a task.


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  • This sounded fun! Synthon had yet to be able to do something truly helpful for her new clan. Idly she wondered if she would be tasked with something that fell within her realm of experience. She was certain her prowess in chemical creations would be of use someday, but it wouldn't be so bad to help with whatever they needed done in the moment. Definitely not bad at all! No one seemed to need any poisons made, and she was pitifully inept at concocting medicines. Some practice in areas of expertise other than her own couldn't hurt. The bobtail bounded nearer to Chardonnay, peering around some of the other clanmates. "I'd like a task!" she chirped. Whatever the task she was given, the idea of improving any skill new or old delighted the feline.

  • [fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]Glancing at those who approached the Duskreacher grinned at Finch in greeting before getting on a roll again, "Finch, could you fetch someone from the Cartel for me and make an example of them? They've started to get onto my nerves as of late. Toxpaw, there's a lovely red flower that grows near the upmost branches of our lovely tree camp, clinging to the trunk on vines. It's very, very valuable for acting as an antibiotic, could you gather some please? Synthon, could you follow Toxpaw and gather the vines of the flower? They're not poisonous if ingested raw but if you expose them to extreme heat they make a lovely poison excellent for thinning blood."
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    roman]"I'll grab one too." The hellhound would call as he padded forwards to stand beside her daughter, listening as Char dealt out tasks.
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  • [fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]"Sango, could you tag along with Finch and fuck up a Cartellian?"
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