THE SWEET ESCAPE — WEEKLY TASKS
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"Will you start up a game of freeze tag?" Sweetophelia suggested to Bullettrain before looking to Pierce. "Pierce, why don't you go raid a human convenience store and come back with some goods for your clanmates? Be careful though."
xGENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | ♀
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric Harbringer | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
◦ 22 months old | Reincarnation
◦ Ages real-time | Created 7/12/15
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IMPORTANT FACTS:
◦ Speaks English & French
◦ BlizzardClan Leader [as of 1/22/17]
◦ Ex BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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PHYSICAL:
◦ African Lion [main] | health: 85%
— A slender & tall grey lioness with pale lilac eyes
◦ Domestic Feline [birth] | health: 70%
— A tall seal-point Ragdoll with pale lilac eyes
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PERSONALITY:
astute | affectionate | courteous | cynical
disingenuous | introspective | passionate
paranoid | proud | ruthless | vindictive
space
RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Single | Bisexual
◦ Mentoring Witchpaw
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POWERS:
◦ conjuration
◦ elemental powers
— fire elemental
◦ shapeshifting
◦ super senses
◦ super strength
◦ teleportation
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INTERACTION:
◦ "Mention" to attack
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Freeze tag? She was familiar with the game of course, but she had last played it when she was a kid! Nonetheless it was still a good idea, and after a word of thanks, Bullet trotted off to complete her task.
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DOWN IN THE FOREST, WE'LL SING A CHORUS
A fishing net. Pad almost groaned aloud. He was fine with making things, sure, but it's what the net would be used for that bugged him. Fishing meant he would have to be close to water. With nothing more than a simple nod of acceptance to the leader, he sulked off. Well, might as well face the feared enemy that had drowned him sooner or later.
ONE THAT EVERYBODY KNOWS
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"Harrison, some of the trees have collapsed along one of the paths to the campgrounds in the last storm, can you clear the path? Grab some clanmates to help you out too," Sweetophelia smiled back at the Paladin. Her pale lilac eyes flickered over to Bullettrain and Jerseyboy, lingering on Jerseyboy as she shrugged in response. "You've got four paws, don't ya? You'll be fine."
OOC | ninja'ed rip
xGENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | ♀
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric Harbringer | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
◦ 22 months old | Reincarnation
◦ Ages real-time | Created 7/12/15
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IMPORTANT FACTS:
◦ Speaks English & French
◦ BlizzardClan Leader [as of 1/22/17]
◦ Ex BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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PHYSICAL:
◦ African Lion [main] | health: 85%
— A slender & tall grey lioness with pale lilac eyes
◦ Domestic Feline [birth] | health: 70%
— A tall seal-point Ragdoll with pale lilac eyes
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PERSONALITY:
astute | affectionate | courteous | cynical
disingenuous | introspective | passionate
paranoid | proud | ruthless | vindictive
space
RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Single | Bisexual
◦ Mentoring Witchpaw
x
POWERS:
◦ conjuration
◦ elemental powers
— fire elemental
◦ shapeshifting
◦ super senses
◦ super strength
◦ teleportation
x
INTERACTION:
◦ "Mention" to attack
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Witchpaw was the next familiar face to arrive, nodding to the others. "Miss Sweet, may I have a task?" He'd also stick around to help with the task-giving as well.
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Imperia walked up behind Witchpaw, gazing up at Sweetophelia shyly. "May I have one as well?" She asked in a soft voice. It had been a while since she had done one of these, so it was probably time to get back on the bandwagon.
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"Witchpaw, why don't you host a future telling activity? There are some books lying around camp on how to see into your future." Most of those instructions were entirely pulled from fiction but it was a fun way for clanmates to bond and pass the time. "Imperia, will you go into some of the empty huts and clear them out for future and new members? Some of them are getting pretty dusty and they could use some cleaning out."
xGENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | ♀
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric Harbringer | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
◦ 22 months old | Reincarnation
◦ Ages real-time | Created 7/12/15
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IMPORTANT FACTS:
◦ Speaks English & French
◦ BlizzardClan Leader [as of 1/22/17]
◦ Ex BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
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PHYSICAL:
◦ African Lion [main] | health: 85%
— A slender & tall grey lioness with pale lilac eyes
◦ Domestic Feline [birth] | health: 70%
— A tall seal-point Ragdoll with pale lilac eyes
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PERSONALITY:
astute | affectionate | courteous | cynical
disingenuous | introspective | passionate
paranoid | proud | ruthless | vindictive
space
RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Single | Bisexual
◦ Mentoring Witchpaw
x
POWERS:
◦ conjuration
◦ elemental powers
— fire elemental
◦ shapeshifting
◦ super senses
◦ super strength
◦ teleportation
x
INTERACTION:
◦ "Mention" to attack
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Alastor happened to be right in camp in time for Sweetophelia's weekly tasks, his ears pricking up at her voice. For once, she wasn't gathering them around for a meeting like she did once a week. Instead, she was the one hosting the weekly tasks. He couldn't remember the last time the leader handed out weekly tasks herself, it must have been a couple months ago. With a flick of his tail, the masked panther would pad over, shortly following in after Imperia. The last task Alastor received was when he had to host a swimming lesson, he hoped he would get something far better than that. "...I'll take one," The Phantom said, as his gaze locked onto Sweetophelia, his dark green eyes unblinking.
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Sweetophelia glanced over to Alastor as he approached - the dark, brooding type. He seemed like he would be a fan of drama and theatrics. "Alastor, why don't you pick out a character monologue and read it for the clan? If you're looking for suggestions, try Hamlet but feel free to choose from whatever source you'd like."
xGENERAL:
◦ SWEETOPHELIA ALYSANNE TARGARYEN | ♀
◦ Eurydice Targaryen x Domeric Harbringer | Gen 3
◦ Malaella Targaryen x Lucerys Targaryen | Gen 5
◦ 22 months old | Reincarnation
◦ Ages real-time | Created 7/12/15
x
IMPORTANT FACTS:
◦ Speaks English & French
◦ BlizzardClan Leader [as of 1/22/17]
◦ Ex BlizzardClan Vice-Leader & BloodClan 3rd Tier [2015]
x
PHYSICAL:
◦ African Lion [main] | health: 85%
— A slender & tall grey lioness with pale lilac eyes
◦ Domestic Feline [birth] | health: 70%
— A tall seal-point Ragdoll with pale lilac eyes
x
PERSONALITY:
astute | affectionate | courteous | cynical
disingenuous | introspective | passionate
paranoid | proud | ruthless | vindictive
space
RELATIONSHIPS:
◦ Single | Bisexual
◦ Mentoring Witchpaw
x
POWERS:
◦ conjuration
◦ elemental powers
— fire elemental
◦ shapeshifting
◦ super senses
◦ super strength
◦ teleportation
x
INTERACTION:
◦ "Mention" to attack
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FORGET WHAT YOU SEE; LEAVE IT TO ME —
Twenty questions? What an odd task. Not exactly the menial labor he'd been expecting, but he supposed this was alright as well. Still, it'd be a fun little game! Wildyonder did love guessing, and even more than that, he loved making others guess. What a fun little task! Satisfied, the tom offered Sweetophelia a nod and trotted off to plan his game.
GENERAL
wildyonder | male | 12 months | blizzardclanPHYSICAL
domestic feline | silver tabby w/ white | milky eyes | blindINTERACTION
no kill | no maim | ask for captureplayed by sapphy
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"I'll take one, as well," Çelina said as she approached. She hadn't gotten to the last one due to being quite busy, but she was sure to do this one.
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The albino had not yet heard of weekly tasks, but they sounded pretty interesting. It seemed Sweet thought of everything when she gave people tasks, and it made London wonder what type of task she would get. Only one way to find out. "I'd like a task, please!" the albino cub said, a bright smile spreading across her face.
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Witchpaw decided he'd help his old mentor out, and would assign these bunch their tasks. "Celina- can you hold a session on how to treat minor wounds?" He figured that'd be beneficial, so the medics would be less concerned with minor wounds and more with major ones. "Ska'arq, can you hold a bonfire?" It was summer now, and he imagined a summer bonfire would put a lot of people in a good mood. Next was little London, and he smiled. He'd have to think of a child-friendly task. No starting fires for her. "London, could you find a song to sing for the clan?" She was a kid, he'd thought it'd be cute.
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[fancypost=background-color=none; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: silver; text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto;]It hadn't been Sweet who gave her the task, but London didn't necessarily care, she just wanted to do one of these weekly task things. She nodded as Witchpaw gave her the task, smiling brightly at him before walking off to do her task. Sing? She knew what singing was, she'd heard someone sing before, she'd just never really tried it herself. It'd be fun to try, maybe she should practice a little so she didn't embarrass herself.
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Treating minor wounds? She supposed that'd be beneficial information for her clanmates, but Çelina didn't think she'd be a very good instructor. Still, she nodded, intent on at least trying.