WHAT EQUALS THE VALUE OF A HUMAN SOUL? // OPEN, TASK

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Unlike Bastille, Suiteheart did not know much about Roy and Maes and their shared alchemical abilities. She knew enough to perhaps get her by, but that was all. It was an interesting thing, their powers. Suite had never seen anything quite like it. The city she originated from held no such surprises, and her old Clan did not either. This was a new playing field.

The large polar bear padded toward Roy and Bastillepaw now, noting the bucket of soap that separated the pair. From what she'd heard and was currently viewing, Roy was cleaning up Maes's mistake. That was very odd to the Cosmic General, for should it not be the other way around? Hm, well, that was the question, wasn't it?

"You want some help, Roy?" she asked, eyes painting the chalk cirlce on the ground. The pattern was so unlike anything she'd ever seen.
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