10-09-2019, 11:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-13-2019, 04:55 PM by capt. salem.)
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
He knew he'd slept too easy the past two nights; he never slept easily unless he was blatantly blowing off responsibility, and he couldn't remember what he was blowing off. It was only when he recalled Lucerne's raid that he remembered he should be actually doing his high position duties, or whatever.
"I fucking- forgot about this. Whatever, everybody gather and get your chores." Salem called out, though he'd already sent a few couriers to track down some people and drag them back. He looked down at the list, scrunching up his face in a frown as he was met with a bunch of stupid, dull chores that Catalyst had told him to pass out for the health of the Badlands or whatever.
He took a pencil out of his pocket and began crossing them out, replacing them with absolutely better ones. Can't have people running around doing boring shit, then nobody would ever show up to his tasks.
"Alright, because I totally forgot and probably burned the cow self help book already I won't force anybody to read it. Sike, you're all getting a copy delivered as soon as I figure out who to blackmail to make that happen." Salem said as soon as he had a decent crowd. "I want reports, three hundred words long at least, or I'll break all your windows and let you freeze this winter. Got it? And technically Cat won, but since they weren't going to let me punish them anyways I've designed that Lucerne won since he grew a pair and led a raid."
"This round's incentive is- uh, a fucking halloween costume. I've got ways of getting whatever the winner wants, so start planning and hop to it." Salem said; though his words didn't imply trustworthiness, he wasn't lying. He could get whatever festive nonsense people asked for, and if they didn't want it he'd get it for them anyways.
"Alright, get up here and pick a task."
Let's start w/ a Darky-Fucking-Forgot apology. To make up for this, if you participated last week you can ask me - either thru messages or just post here - and I'll shoot you 10k bones. Use it to buy some explosives, or get your character an Ipod or w/e; or just hoard it, idm.
But yes moving on, for those who're unfamiliar with the way I'm running Biweekly Tasks currently, let me explain!
I'll provide a list of Tasks slash prompts, and you can post with your character claiming one of them. Next you make the thread related to the task, and whoever gets the most posts on their Task thread by the specified end date wins the prize! This round, the prize is a Halloween costume! It'll arrive in pristine condition, and can be a costume of anything your character decides they want.
Last week's winner was [member=9337]LUCERNE.[/member] with 6 posts! Thread Here. This was officalized at 4:10pm pst.
The end date for these tasks are 10/21/2019
(And to quell any potentially ruffled feathers, Bryne's aware and fine w/ Lucerne being crowned winner this round.)
I highly encourage the continued use of past task rp threads, though any past task threads won't count towards new prizes.
Also, to make this easier for me to count, I would like to politely ask you put the date (10/9) in your task's thread title, or somewhere on your first post of said thread. This isn't a necessity and threads without it will still be counted, but if you want to do me a favor I'd really appreciate it! But again, this is totally optional.
Alright, onto the prompts!
And as a final reminder, these tasks should serve as prompts first and foremost and your thread can be staged at any part of doing them!
Lastly, if you've got any thoughts, ideas, concerns, etc, feel free to message me on this subaccount or my main account darky! I'm completely open to feedback of any kind, positive or negative.
[justify]I feel the unbearable weight, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Officer of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
I sense the ripping of my shame, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
I hear the sigh of indifference [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Neck-length dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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— salem was handing out tasks again. as much as addy dreaded the chores, the redhead at least figured that if he was one of the first people there, he could have one of the better chores. that was what he figured at least, as he listened to salem go on - about whatever he was going on about.
wait, lucerne won at something?
he glanced around as if to see if anyone else was as fucking floored as he was. since when did lucerne of all people win anything? ah, he was just giving the medic a hard time. nothing new there. it’d be weird to not make some remark about it. though, the redhead at least kept it to himself as he shifted and headed over to glance over the list.
“guess i’ll kill that fox.” seemed better than anything else on that list for the redhead - i mean, learning a new non-violent skill, what the fuck? then, after glancing at the list and then back to salem, he asked, “what are you gonna be doing?” a casual question that didn’t hold any bark.
// ew what is this post help
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Well, Salem was right. There was no way in hell they were going to read that stupid fucking cow self help book. Not even something so dumb and nonsensical was enough to pique their interest. And now Salem was letting Lucerne off the hook? Oh come on, fuck off.
"My prize wasn't that I wasn't going to read the book, Salem, because let's be honest that wasn't going to happen either way. My prize was not having to waste the effort of kicking your ass." Were they actually going to kick his ass? No, of course not, that would mean doing something.
Eh, they should probably pick up a task. Laundry? Yeah, it had built up a bit, and they had a feeling they were the only one that actually did that regularly. "I'm due for a laundry day so I'll do that."
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 09/02/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 09/02/39 ⇥ Returned from vacation
⇥ 08/23/39 ⇥ Went on vacation with Gavril
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No biological siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
[align=center] SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————
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But he comes hobbling over anyways, making sure to keep at least five feet from Olga at all times, to peer at the list like he can actually read it … it takes a minute, but he can decipher it well enough. Give out candy? That sounds simple enough. Simple and easy enough that even someone like him, who can barely walk or talk, can do it. He’s almost delighted by the fact.
“Can give out ... food,” he offers. He feels awkward standing here, waiting for confirmation, so he just assumes he’s been heard and immediately wanders off to do just that.
[sub]the artist formerly known as hal[/sub]
Hoot gives Hal’s body a hug
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
Participation seemed high, which was nice. They even had two of their newest ducklings of members, Olga and Marco, actually trying to help. Well, trying on Marco's part, he seemed to be hobbling and struggling to read, while Olga seemed to be barely bothering at all.
"I'm going to be taking reports from our scouts so I know what you guys need to do for the next tasks." Salem responded to Addy, his words seeming more genuine than most of the shit he spewed. In reality, he was probably just going to take a long nap, but nobody needed to know that.
"Let's at least make that a public event, I can think of a few people who'd love to see us fighting." Salem's mind immediately sprung to Gavril, who'd probably be thrilled to see his partner acting tough and cool but not in a life-threatening situation.
"Alright, so one fox, one boardgame, one laundry day and uh, whatever you've got in store for us, Marco." Salem said, crossing everything off the list.
[justify]I feel the unbearable weight, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Officer of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
I sense the ripping of my shame, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
I hear the sigh of indifference [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Neck-length dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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Miriam K. Santivaro
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Chores? the porcelain sculpted man shifted his stand and folded his arms. The life of a loner still branded into his mindset, he peered at the list with narrowed metallic hues. Eyeing Marco now with a smothered sympathy, poor bastard. As quickly as it came, it dissipated when his sights set to the others as they claimed their tasks. Was this a common thing? So be it. Miriam had to quit his little 'living in the shadows' bullshit, he needed human interaction or he was about to start talking to his damn socks.
Miriam shuffled forward, tuning into the half-hearted challenge as it dangled in the air between officer and leader, quirking a brow to the moment as it was in fact, attention worthy. [b]" non-violent skill....hmm, might as well take one for the team.... Maybe I'll build a tree-house for the kids or whatever. Never built anything before....we'll see if it stays non-violent" he rasped, a crinkle in his nose as he pondered such an activity. He knew the very moment a hammer lands his finger, he would wage a fucking war on anything near him.
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✖ - biography — theme music
personality — Valiant , Astute, Hard-bitten, Immoral, Kind, Receptive.
brief descrip. — ( ARTISTIC REFERENCE ) — 5'6'' medium-haired brunette with silver eyes, smothered in tattoos and scars. Golden-capped canines and adorned with finely crafted silver chain necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
weapons — spike-knuckled trench knife
throwing knives
—suffers from Emphysema
relations
'rocky' Dean Santivaro x Muriella Trejillio-Santivaro
No Crushes - widowed
late Wife Bevalina Poole ▪ deceased
Medium difficulty physically - difficult mentally
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Aw, goddamnit, Salem was doubling down wasn't he? That meant Cat had to as well, there was no way they were gonna be the one that backs down. For a number of reasons. Still, no need to jump to conclusions. "Is that a challenge, Salem?" Maybe he'd think twice about trying to fight Cat. Then again, probably not. Alcohol did tend to impair good judgement.
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 09/02/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 09/02/39 ⇥ Returned from vacation
⇥ 08/23/39 ⇥ Went on vacation with Gavril
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No biological siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
[align=center] SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————
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