THE FLOOR IS LAVA / weekly tasks 12/03

While he was accustomed to the concept of weekly tasks to keep boredom away, HawkClan seemed to of taken a break from the trivial matter. Considering the increase in active population, it was understandable why Beck was limping into a relatively crowded clearing with a wheeze accompanying every pained step. Catching the breath he needed to use for vocalizing, the poltergeist leaned onto his haunches, and soon enough, the twin sparrowhawks trailed after him, Tatl aloofly strutting up to his frigid side while Tael hopped to press up against his bigger sister. Casting a mildly annoyed glance down at the two troublemakers that were quickly molting their chick fluff, Beck sucking in a rasping breath before calling out as loud as his bruising lungs could allow, "Handin' out weekly tasks here! Come and get 'em!" Hopefully that would attract their attention, otherwise, Beck's voice would be sore from shouting. How Littlestar did it so frequently baffled him.

His first customer, or whatever Aron was at the moment. Tapping his paw against the chilled earth in thought, Beck tilted his head to the side before wheezing, "Well, 'X-mas' is rolling around, so ya can decorate the camp. Ya know, lights, ribbons, hell, you can even cut down a tree and decorate it's corpse! Just make things festive - oh, and ya might wanna get people to help or somethin'." Clearly, the archaic poltergeist wasn't an expert on the Yuletide traditions, but perhaps he knew more than the average animal. Whatever, he still wasn't a fan of the holiday. With a huff, Beck waved a dismissive paw to Aron, freckle snout jabbing towards the sky.

Now, what exactly would Littlestar like as a task? He was stumped for a moment, freckled snout scrunching in thought, before he could improvise a task. With a hearty rattle in his chest, Beck wheezed, "You can set up some type of gift exchange, maybe."

He acknowledged Littlestar's nod with a flick of his notched ear, before his attention was torn away from him by a nip to his paw, Tatl once again sinking her hooked beak into his paw while he wasn't watching her. Yanking his now-aching paw away from the fiesty sparrowhawk, Beck hardly noticed Valemon scuttling up. Trying to shake away the dulling pain, the poltergeist cast a scolding glance down at the chicks, wondering how people could be jealous of those twin brats, rasping voice edged with frustration. "Val, why don'tcha set up something for the hawks to do? Like a little... what's the word... play... date? Whatever." Hopefully Tatl and Tael would learn their rank in the pecking order from the elder hawks, but it seemed unlikely at this rate. Beck straightened, notably leaning away from the fledglings as Ravelights approached, matching the strained grin of the other. He was the new varient of a medic, right? "Rave, can ya host a first-aid lesson? It'd be nice of everyone 'round here knew some basics instead of just you, might even take some stress off, too."

And then there were six, excluding him because he wasn't even sure if he counted as a presence in time and space anymore, much less an actual person. Shallow chest inflating with a shaky breath that hollowly whistled as he feigned respiration, Beck waited until both Poe and Ichigo had requested one of his uncreative tasks before wasting what little air he could force into his dead lungs. "A'ight, Poe, it's colder than hell outside, so hold a big-ass fire or something - maybe get those whatcha-ma-callits, s'mores? Or just anything to burn." Poe looked like a moderately friendly guy, hosting a social event couldn't be that taxing on him. Beck tilted his head towards the sickly cougar, notching ear twitching as a brainstorming tic before the boy rasped again. "You're an old fella, right? You can have some type of battle training session to 'pass down your wisdom'."