HEALTHY EGO - - Open, target practice

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The polar bear nodded along with Eternalwar's words about her powers. Powers were an interesting thing. They worked and quit and worked again. There were kinks in the metaphorical hoses of powers often, too. When she possessed the ability to manipulate the emotions of others, her powers often fizzled out and wouldn't work for days at a time. Hell, the bond she shared with her wife often did the same thing. Suite didn't even need to mention her shapeshifting abilities. "Well, whatever it was, I'm glad it came back. You know how to use 'em, and we may need it in the future. Plus, it looks fucking sick," she said with a grin.

Her smile widened as Etty laughed at her pun. "'Strikes?' Oh, Etty, you didn't tell me you had jokes," she chuckled. At the other female's inquiry, she shook her head. "Might use it as a scratching post, but I'll wait and let others have a go first."

Suiteheart found herself nodding to Bastillepaw's words too. Honestly, all they needed was to catch that asshole on the border and light him up. She knew his phantasmal state of being prevented actual harm -- or figured that at least --, so she was more than eager to have a little fun. [color=#73B1B7][b]"I doubt it'll be too hard. His head's so fucking big, you won't be able to miss it."