WE DESERVE A SOFT EPILOGUE | WEEKLY TASKS

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    ❝ CONGRATULATIONS ❞ second by second, minute by minute, and day by day— life moves on. it is fluid in it's work, going hand in hand with time and taking shape of a quiet creature that beats in the hearts of all. there, nestled against veins and bones and soul, it encourages will, activity, and motivation. it's got it's claws hooked into the best of them, always, and they are but one of many to bend to its encouragement. under the cruel sun frisk sits amidst the bulk of clan life, watching ruiners come and go with thoughtful eyes. they comb through their thoughts for a long moment, quelling the nerves fluttering within, and finally a fragile throat clears, "ah, i'm in charge of weekly tasks! if you want one, please come to me." as words die on gentle tongue, they idly glance down toward the butterflies pushing between toes and then up toward the sky in soft interest— eyes look everywhere but at their people.

    ———— YUU BASKERVILLE ————

    A DREAMER WITH A FEVER TO BE GREAT WAS ALL I EVER WANTED.

    Yuu supposes he could get one for the sake of being worth something in the Ruins. The direhound arrives shortly after Frisk had called, his ears swiveling upon his head. He remembered he used to be the one up there giving tasks and whatnot-- it had been fun, telling people what to do. He never really liked being bossed around, told to go and do stupid things, but Yuu guessed he could tolerate redundant tasks better if it'll make everyone leave him alone. And so, he raises his paw slightly, wavering it idly in Frisk's direction to get their attention. "Hand me one."


    somebody?


    Well, if he was gonna be in a clan again, he might as well do clan stuff. It had been forever since he’d done a weekly task, and he needed something to do. Somebody trotted over curiously. Hopefully, this wasn’t somebody who liked to give out weird shit for tasks. He wasn’t sure he could deal with it with the way his brain was right now. But he decided to take the chance anyway. ”Yo, whatcha got for me?”



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    Weekly tasks? Well, why not? "I'll take one." she purred, making her way up and eyeing Frisk curiously. She hadn't taken on a weekly task in...wow, how long had it been? Well, anyway.

    IT'S GONNA GO DOWN IN FLAMES & TAGS

    ❝ CONGRATULATIONS ❞ sunny eyes twist toward the looming hellhound, lips pursing briefly as they think on something that would be beneficial, and then flowery jaws pop open, "ah, are you okay with setting up a hunting patrol? get three to four people on it, if you can." it's a classic task, but highly practical. and hey, maybe everyone will eat good tonight. frisk glances toward somebody— a fresh face. they definitely haven't met him before now. "hey, you're new. hold a q&a thingy about yourself and if you want, make the person who asked answer it, too." bada bing bada boom, frisk is breezing through them and then, they stop on mingan. "you ah, should go tell everyone a story! make it up on the spot, if you want."

    A story? "Sure!" she chirped, before bounding away. She had told countless stories to her kids. Maybe it was time she spilled the beans? Nah, not yet. A different story would have to suffice.

    IT'S GONNA GO DOWN IN FLAMES & TAGS

    "Oi, Frisky, hit me up with something good, buddy," the ocelot greeted his fellow co-worker as he joined the crowd. "Something ya know good and not so boring for a guy like me, 'kay?"

    "I'd like one as well." Dione rumbled as she padded forward upon powerful yet elegant limbs. Her strides were fluid as always, there was no denying the wildcat was a creature of divinity. The warlord had known of Frisk but never quite interacted with the boy, perhaps she'd have to change that.

    Yuu twists an ear forward upon hearing Frisk regard him with the task he had requested for and seemed to be pleased that he would be handed a task of something simple yet productive. A hunting patrol. The direhound could certainly gather around enough people to go for a hunt, though he wasn't sure what the desert would have to offer apart from stinging cacti and desert mice. In any case, the behemoth of a creature would incline in his head in a nod before he lifts himself to his sizable paws and turns to leave the way he came, stepping over the smaller creatures of the clan as he went.


    "Consider it done." He rumbles, firm and determined, the youth heads towards their camp's entrance and disappeared into the desert, presumably to see if he could find anything worth hunting down.





    LAVENDERWISH

    ❝My hands are not clean but they can still carry you home❞

    TAGS & PLOT ☆彡he doesn't want to do it, but he supposes he just might. he'd much rather sleep his life away, but that wasn't happening anytime soon, not with the nightmares and what not. coming over, the long legged creature idly takes a seat, casting the kid an unreadable lavender gaze. i'll take one.

    ❝ CONGRATULATIONS ❞ / frisk is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns, dione </3

    frisk glances toward crackerjacker as he sidles on up, flexing their toes into the sands for a fleeting second. "okay, how about you set up a mock raid with one of our allies? check with hypo to see if it's okay first, though. if it's not, just come on back and i'll give you something else." they think it's harmless enough, something that'd be approved easily since it's to strengthen ties forged with others but hey— it doesn't hurt to check.


    they continue, "always dead, i want you to try and draw a few portraits of some of your clanmates." that's an easy task for the mother-to-be, something she can keep her attention on but none too stressful. eyes find dione, ever the confident one in the mass. "umm, maybe plan a game night?" that's.. a good task, right? they think so. kind of.


    frisk moves on, eyeing the next man to walk up. "sun-sun, do a lesson on self-care. let's make sure everyone's doing alright." soft voice lifts into a hum as they face lavenderwish, someone who gets to be more familiar to them by the day. "uhh, challenge someone to a rap battle." it doesn't hurt to spice things up a little, does it?

    weekly tasks. it'd been a long time since he'd participated in clan activities such as these. he felt almost nostalgic. and, he supposed, he didn't exactly have anything better to do at the moment. bubonicplague approached quietly, ears twitching upon hearing a young, unfamiliar voice handing out the tasks. someone he hadn't met yet. oh well; he was still new. he would get to know everyone eventually. the dire wolf wrinkled his nose slightly. "i'll take one."


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    Weekly tasks, huh? Sounded like good fun! And in all honesty, Una needed some good fun! Or at least for her role player to be more active on this account The kit was excited, waging her tails as she approached.

    "I'd like one too!"






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