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<span class="mu-s">(STORY EVENT: Catfight!)</span>
It all started out so very simply. Seannsa was lazing still on the sofa. Catastrovania strolled into the Cat Boudoir, showing her new friend around. Seannsa happened to take a peek and that's how she spotted the goods.
A box of macarons from the canteen's dessert selection. Delectable. Colorful. Sweet.
She licked her chops. Although she shouldn't, after having a big breakfast... well, she still loved a good dessert after every meal to top it off with. She decided to push the issue and shifted into the shape of a cat.
Like a black streak, she sped across the floor, with speed well beyond one with her weight. And she snatched the box free of the hands of one she favored when it came to targets to pick on, to deride! To show their place! Catastrovania yelped!
"M-My MACARONS!"
An offense, it be!
'N-No no no no no... she's embarrassing me again... in... in front of my new friend?! Has she no shame?! NO DIGNITY!?' Catastrovania seethed. She could feel her veins filling... with anger! Or blood, that could be it too - 'I... I can't be made to look like a FOOL... a DOTARD... a LOSER, in front of her!'
Catastrovania leered at the shape of that fat dwarfish furball trotting away with her box.
'How dare you...'
"...HOW DARE YOUUUUU!"
The Therians around were drawn to the scene. It was happening again...
"Catfight!" One of them shouted.
Catastrovania clenched her fists.
"Now's the time, Summers! I'll show you what TRUE JUSTICE looks like! My real power! I'M TAKING IT BACK!"
"What do you mean?!"
"We punish evildoers here at Psyops! And that's what I'm about TO DO! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-.........!"
Seannsa smirked.
In all the universe, there was one who bent fate like none other. Luck, as it was called, was in fact no more than the simple bending of the forces of predestination and probability itself. In probability, there lied a simple, chaotic background of chance, and with probability bent, one could potentially seek out any outcome, bringing themselves closer to the outcome desired. In chance, all outcomes were possible. This was called Chaos. Chaos allowed anything, it only took chances for something to prosper. Seannsa bent probability through Luck, she placed things within her divisions of good and bad luck to distance them from chances or bring them closer. And she was always in her own sphere of good luck.
Therefor, there was no chance anything bad could happen to her...
"MRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!" She hollered.
"HAAAAAH!" Catastrovania yelled.
Seannsa... was thwarted. Bashed aside. The Macarons reclaimed...
Good luck.... had failed her in this instant.
