Another two weeks, another meeting. Meetings as a whole were becoming frightfully boring for the commander, but it couldn't be helped. Anything would be deemed as boring after Beck fidgeted and experimented with it for a few minutes. An entire afterlife spent without any purpose other than revenge was, based on his experience, monotonous and mind-numbingly dull. Yet for the first time in a while, he had secured himself something that would keep the boredom away -- the little clan he founded out of desperation, slowly growing in numbers. While he still found himself wallowing in discontent, yet some part of the empty ache in his chest had been filled. That was good, right? As long as he kept them around with meetings, then he wouldn't be alone anymore.

    Whatever, it didn't matter. It was just another stupid meeting he had to get over with -- but this time he had a partner in crime. Bucket handle gripped in his teeth with a swaying fly trap its passenger, the poltergeist sulked towards the town's center, limping stride not breaking as he clambered up onto the same old crumbling statue. Audrey III seemed to duck down at the sudden movement, but once Beck placed down its makeshift pot and patted the soil back down, the baby fly trap returned to its full height, leafy jaws clamped shut after a meal of a wayward beetle. Falling back onto dark-furred haunches, Beck forced in a damaged rasp and croaked out a pitiful shout, the best he could manage for a yell, "It's another meetin', get over here!" It wasn't loud in the slightest, but word spread like wildfire, and no doubt a crowd would slowly trickle in around him.

    Once enough familiar blurry creatures were settling down and all eyes were on him -- a sensation that made his apparition crawl with stage fright -- Beck gave an indistinct mumble and began to rasp, "Uh, how long have we been 'round now? 'Bout a couple of months? I ain't keepin' track... well, what I wanted to say was good job, or somethin'. For just -- I don't know, stayin' here." He trailed off into awkward grumbling, going on about how he was proud of them, before violently shaking himself out of it and continuing on. "Okay! We've got a fresh batch of newbies this week: Freyja, our own medic's sister; Aileen, a ghost like me, I guess; Ska.. Skark -- whatever, I'm just gonna call ya Squawk; Suriel, the one with the camera and stuff; Barb, nice old lady; Friday, some stray kid; Zahra, another stray kid; Whisper, guess what, yet another stray kid; and, this cute l'il plant right here, Audrey III -- named 'em myself, heh. Oh, and Valo-kas is back. Nice to have y'all in Tangle." He was getting good at lying through his teeth, ashen lips straining to hold a crooked smile ruined by a missing cheek.

    There wasn't much exciting news going around, although he assumed it was for the best. Exciting, newsworthy things were also generally bad things, after all. Nevertheless, the boy tilted his head to the right in an attempt to remember what he planned to say, and rasped, "Not much's been happenin' 'sides the usual -- ya know weekly tasks and stuff. But the folks over in the Ascendants got up the nerve to invite us to their old leader's funeral or whatever. I ain't goin' myself, but if ya really want to, go ahead. Nothin' else to say 'cept that." Beck paused for a second to glance down at Audrey, the little fly trap slumping in mutual boredom. A huff fell from his disfigured maw as he refocused himself. Promotions, promotions were next. "There's actually a lot of promotions this time 'round, so bear with me. Iota, Vigenere, ya two get to be chasers now. Killian and Amunet are promoted to proxies, and Zima to a firebrand. Both Morgan and Fen can be regent buddies now. And, last but not least, Nayru -- ya can be the sawbone, or the head medic if ya think you're ready for it." So far not a single demotion -- he'd have to knock on wood for that.

    It was a relatively short meeting, for once, despite the lengthy list of names he had to memorize. Arching his bony back in a stretch, he flopped down beside his fly trap in a lazy sprawl. "S'pose that's all, um, if anyone has something else to add, ya can say it now," the mangy feline concluded, stubby tail twitching slightly in impatience.

/ tl;dr
big welcome to freyja, aileen, ska'arq, suriel, barbedwire, friday, zahra, and whisper! and a welcome back to valo-kas!
we've been invited to starrynight's memorial, so feel free to attend
promotions: iota and vigenere to chasers, zimavich to firebrand, amunet and killian to proxies, nayru to sawbone, and morgan and fenrisulfr to regents!
/ edit: ack i forgot to add suriel onto my list so i left her out at first sorry!

//OOC

Ska'arq followed others onto the scene, watching and mimicking their movements as they took a seat around the broken statue. Upon it stood Beck, shouting. He spoke so crudely. The dragon didn't have the notebook he was using to study the poltergeist with him. Shame. Silently, he listened to the announcements. The Ascendants? Perhaps that was one of the other groups he'd heard about- and where the two cats had come from.

As newcomers were called out, he stared blankly at the ghost as he failed to pronounce his name before ultimately calling him 'Squawk.' His tail swished behind him. That was not his name. It would require correction. He waited until he was finished with his announcements before he called out. "My name is Ska'arq, not 'Squawk.'"