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<span class="mu-s">(EXTRA EVENT: Poll closed, the results are in...)</span>
Was there perhaps some lingering shadow that followed every person's actions in Hainei? What would you call something related to consequences here? Karmic retribution? Poetic justice? Finding a name to describe the deeds catching up was difficult...
...So, of course, Seannsa had made many enemies and rivals over the course of her life. It was simply in her nature. According to her, the unwillingness of others to accept the innate superiority of feline creatures. Thankfully, her relationship with the ever popular figure of Wolfboy around the Psyops was far less toxic than that of her rivalry with the intelligence director, but it was bound to happen. She was a cat, she represented cats. He was a wolf, a hound, a dog, born to represent the animal kingdom, and her polar opposite. From a certain point of view, the idea that canines enjoyed predation of felines, the small ones at least, as all forms of predation, was under his reign. She, of course, made a sort of enemy in him.
Her often abrasive way of interacting with others was not limited to the few members of staff and the NEET of the Boudoir she picked on. Wolfboy was too targeted. She wholly admits she started it, but what began as offhand slurs thrown his way he entirely and deliberately continued in some petty endeavor to prove mankind's love for his kind was far greater than that of their love for hers.
They met at a steel grey crossroads, otherwise known as "the hallway outside the Boudoir", and he snickered his snarky giggle at her sight.
"Oil'right. I'll bite. What's so funneh', midget?"
"Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the results that came in."
"Of? For?"
He grinned; "Well, it's a funny thing! Ever since Catastrovania taught me more about how to use these electronics that humans are so fond of, I discovered this thing they call a 'poll'. Let's just say I decided to poll the entire Psyops..."
She held her tongue. She knew he had something he'd probably been waiting all day to rub in her face. He even put on the corny shirt reading "It's a dog eat cat world" before he set out today. She debated whether he deserved the attention in this little game.
"...Kay'. So what? Ye' find out that a'hundred pur'sent ov' pee-pole 'ate 'ow smelly ye' mutts be?" She raised her eyebrow.
Smugly, Wolfboy held up his personal smart device, the poll on it reading '77%' versus '23%' - "As you see here, the vast majority of people in Psyops prefer dogs over cats!"
A statistic more or less founded upon Woldorian biases. This was a continent where hunting game with hunds as vanguard was a national pastime.
"So HAH! In your face!" He said proudly; "You might say that makes cats better because there's more dumb people so they pick dogs, but not here! Everyone at Psyops is smart! They have to be! And if they pick dogs... that means we're better!"
The childlike cogs in his head are hot. Still... she felt a twinge of disdain!
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