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"...Nawt... even iffdh' forshes of teh' Afterseas itself swore teh' torture me for eternity in their WORST o' ways iffi' refused would pawsibly' convince meh' to ever, EVER admit yer' mah' BETTER, CAT!"
"Tch!"
Catastrovania release Seannsa, letting her fall to her knees. Summers timidly stepped closer.
"I-I think she's had enough. There's no reason to keep fighti-"
"Then if you won't admit it..." Catastrovania hissed, reaching to the air.
In her hand, a dull flicker formed the silvery shape of her own weapon. Her katana.
"-I'LL END Y-"
"That's enough, you two."
She froze immediately, looking up to the serene presence stepping down the stairs into the Cat Boudoir now. Seannsa sighed, and Catastrovania scrambled to hide her killing intent and weapon behind herself, adopting a nervous grin.
"A-Ah! M... Miss Executive!"
"Orsey'..."
Her name was Muna. She was the head of Psyops. She was the one catalyst that brought everyone together in the bunker. She was rather disappointed. "Catastrovania... you know better."
"N-Not sure what you mean..."
"Wait, she's the founder?" Summers mumbled with a tilted head.
Muna waved her hand; "There's nothing to see here people, move along now."
The crowd began to disperse as she approached Seannsa, defusing the scene. Seannsa stood up and brushed herself off before squinting at the Qilin.
"Ahhh, I see ya' got yerself' some new rags."
"Yes. Namithene made them for me when I got done meeting her a while ago. She calls it "regalia". I'm quite taken with it." She nodded; "I was coming by for you, actually."
"How pitiful I must look, havin' to have me hide saved by yer' likes." Seannsa grumbled.
Muna shook her head; "Not at all. I was going to step in sooner but I needed to see... and now I can confirm it for sure."
Seannsa tilted her head. She means to say she was PURPOSEFULLY letting the fight go on? She's got to be kidding her! She was getting her arse kicked and she just watched!?
"So... what exactly ave' yew confirmed? This betteh' be important if I ad' to get me arse slapped ovah' it!"
"Trust me. It is. I'm sure you noticed too... but your Luck didn't seem to work just now."
Seannsa looked at the floor, frowning and cringing with impotence.
"Come to the command center later." Muna suggested; "You too, Catastrovania. You'll both want to see this..."
Seannsa sighed as Muna bowed and turned about, leaving the Boudoir as soon as she came. She looked over Catastrovania, who shot her a venomous glare. They'd settle this another time. For now, Catastrovania retreated to her room with Summers in tow, intent on enjoying a few of those macarons before the new bombshell was dropped later. Seannsa began padding off, arms crossed...
...She snickered, opening her paw to reveal she managed to nab a single of the macarons in the struggle. She wasn't completely sloppy just then!
