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    TAGS. new week, same ol' shtick. she doesn't mind the job of dealing out chores to those amongst the clan, truly she doesn't; it's just that when she is the one to think and mull over what tasks to give alone it becomes a bit gruesome, a tad tedious. chicagocrimes does it willingly though, a flicker of ember amongst the literal ghost town. she wanders through its center plaza now, wisps of all colours flashing past and over her head with delighted chirps. what they say alludes her, doesn't particularly concern her either, and lilac eyes roam elsewhere shortly after giving the little critters a lingering glance, "sanctuary, gather round fer weekly tasks."

    weekly... tasks? oh my. now this was interesting now wasn't it? the pale furred doberman approaches after chica's call resonated throughout the central plaza, pierced ears pricked with inevitable interest. so far, this group - the sanctuary - was quite the clan. its leader remains a mystery to the male, having been unable to sit and converse one on one with the brash femme. there were... other people who supposed didn't like them and there were trials. the place was interesting. val decided he quite liked chicagocrimes and the sanctuary. perhaps he would stay around a little longer. but weekly tasks - whatever were those? it sounded self-explanatory, but survivalinstinct didn't want to assume things of this fantastical group.


    "hey chica, let me have one of those tasks hm? i dunno what they are but they sound interestin'." the young adventurer flashes the girl a lazy smile, pristine teeth flashing for a brief moment as he settles.

    THE ONE THAT HELD ME DOWN —

    Another week followed by another round of weekly tasks. Same old same old. But she kind of liked it in a way, she liked having something to do every once in awhile. Otherwise, she would feel so useless that she may just run away again. Her brown eyes looked up at Chica and offered a small smile, "I'll take a task."           

    — AND KINDA TOLD THE TRUTH

    i will make you proud

         i will make you have faith in me

    "I'll have one," The feline called as he wandered over. He had nothing else to do that might not be dangerously experimental, so maybe something productive would be better. He gave a small smile up at Chica as he waited.






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    TAGS. this is late and gonna suck butt i'm v sorry fam


    "ehh, it's basically a task yer given fer th' benefit or enjoyment of th' clan. now then, SEAPUP ; , why don't you go hold a battle trainin' session or somethin- uh, ya do know how ta fight, right? Arizona , show th' clan how ta make an' cure poisons- we're probs gon need this knowledge in th' future. Destrian. hun, start setting up defenses an' barricades round our home so th' exiles don't get in so easily next time."

    Survivalinstinct nodded his head slightly at Chica's explanation of a "weekly task." Well, for one, it was pretty self-explanatory and he perhaps should have thought about that, but he didn't want to assume anything of this clan's interesting culture and whatnot. The doberman flutters an ear once he receives his task, blinking slowly. "'Course I know how to fight - my name wouldn't make any sense if I didn't, huh?" With a cheeky smirk, Val lifts himself from the ground with a quiet snicker at his own joke. "Alright, I'll get to it then." With that, the male trots off with a hum.