I'M THE DEVIL // weekly tasks!

[ninazu]

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Seeing as the sand cat handled the last week's tasks reasonably well, she supposed she might as well handle this week's. Settling in on Stryker's usual rostrum, the lithe feline stifled a yawn as she waited for the members to role in.

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. CLAN. RANK.

If Caesar hadn't received word that Ninazu was holding Weekly Tasks, the demon honestly wouldn't have thought anything of the five-tailed feline going to Stryker's den. As he neared, Caesar cleared his throat and called out to Ninazu, "I presume you're handing out Weekly Tasks, yes?"

#psychosocial.

[Grey]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]The Pitt isn't rolling with member after member, filled to a brink. No, the place is quiet that simple conversations can resonate as if you were alone in a cave. While Caesar had only known of weekly tasks being handed out by hearing word from others, Pan only knew they existed from hearing the Savannah's voice - loud and crystal clear. Weekly tasks. It sounded like an excuse to boss others around, to give them jobs they should have been doing. She feels a great uneasiness from the idea of them. Pan knows that she has an great deal of bad luck, it will be almost unsurprising if she is to receive a task she does not want to do. There is also a ridiculous number of jobs she will dread but, despite her own insecurities, the serval approaches biting her bottom lip. Caesar looked like he knew what he was doing. She supposes The Typhoon and The Pitt weren't as different as they must have been considering how easily he has slipped into their lifestyle. Then again, some were just more adaptable than others. "T-Task please," the dark serval asks, speaking before her brain had the time to formulate her words.

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Again, the ardent was thankful for Ninazu. After his absence, she had taken over and began to hand out tasks as needed. Stryker would definitely reward her for such dedication. "Over here, dear?" he piped up.

//thank you so much again!

[ninazu]

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The woman blinked, and three people appeared with the desire for tasks -- good, she didn't have all day to wait on their asses. She looked at Caesar, but saw no point in answering his damn question; she thought it'd be obvious, given the timing, but she supposed the pirate liked to whine about everything. "Caesar, execute a prank on the Typhoon in return for their pissant attempt, and don't be afraid to get bloody. Show them we're better, hm?" From what she gathered about the chaotic evil bastard, that task seemed right up his alley.

Her golden gaze slid to Pan as the stammering serval requested her task, taking a moment to think of something suitable for a fragile healer. "Pan, organize a secret santa for the month. Or blind dating. I don't care, just make it about bonding nonsense," she suggested with a huff. The erudite-marauder had a few other event ideas to give Pan if the serval wanted more ideas, but those seemed like a good enough launching point for the girl. Her attention shifted to the horned lion, her expression softening from a stern expression to... neutrality. "Stryker, entertain us with one of your elaborate tortures, if you would." Ah, sadism. She clearly wasn't above using her position as task-giver to order someone she liked to put on a show for her.

[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member]
[member=2746]pan.[/member]
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

A prank on The Typhoon, huh? Wonderful. A smirk formed on Caesar's face as Ninazu spoke, his tail flicking once in satisfaction before he turned around and went off.

#psychosocial.