FROM DAY TO DAY / meeting 4.7

[beck.]

    What an audience. Rolling glazed eyes, the poltergeist continued to slump, half-hanging from his perch by now. Whistling puffs of air were forced from his lungs, rattling in the back of his throat as he arranged his thoughts over and over again. "A'ight, whatever, that's fine. I'm fine, we're fine, let's finish this boring shit up." Beck rolled onto his back, grimacing at the forgotten pain of pressure against the ragged wound between shoulder blades. He focused his glare on the murky clouds above, beginning to list off what every one was waiting for. "Like I said last time, there's a rank system; ya can ask me about it later if ya really care. So, guess the folks 'bout to be promoted?" Mostly the few that actually showed up. Hoarse giggles fitfully shook his sprawled apparition at what he considered his failure to keep members under his lousy excuse of a clan, and he finally hissed into the uncaring air, "Congrats to Amunet, Valo-kas, Belladonna, Zimavich, and Morgan, y'all get to be chasers now. Bad-ass name courtesy of your favorite ghost, but not that big of a deal. No responsibilities yet. 'Course there are a few that were close -- namely Fish and Aubrey, even though both are new, and Buggedout, Circe, Happycamper, Luke, and probably a bunch more that disappeared, but I haven't seen any of 'em around after that. There's always next time, maybe."

    His shackled paws lashed up into the sky and waved for a moment, in lazy and quite possibly sarcastic celebration. Scarred arms dropped back down and folded over his upturned chest, and he concluded his brief address with an overdramatic sigh, "To wrap up, I'll be gettin' to those medic auditions or whatever after we have our l'il raid, as well as maybe a meet'n'greet type of deal without the boring introductions and somethin', I'm still workin' on it. Oh, and all the houses around should be totally cleaned out by now so y'all can move in if ya haven't already, and since I can't keep people outta the swamp, that rule is over. Go trample all over territory, I don't care anymore." He should have cared, considering Valo-kas was snapped up by a gator out of the blue, despite having bounced back from their reptilian demise. Clearly, his words couldn't stop people from getting themselves killed, and who was he to complain? Less creatures to watch over. But less in their ranks to defend. Wrinkling his snout and brushing away his dilemma, the boy monotonously continued, "Well, now that I'm done talkin' at ya, everyone can, ya know, announce their own personal things, like, uh, funerals? Woo, fun, right? Feedback, guys, gimme some feedback. Show me any sign that y'all ain't zombies." Ignoring the undead irony of his plead for someone to communicate with his ideas, Beck twisted himself back around to hopelessly stare back at the small crowd, crookedly grinning as if to magically force some motivation into his peers.

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