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[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

Suiteheart was sure she had broken a limb before. She was the patron saint of shitty luck, so it had to have happened. The white feline flicked her tail as the thought leaked into her mind. Where had it even come from? It took only seconds to realize it was because Margaery was speaking with Washington, who had apparently recovered from his broken leg. Huh. Good for him then. Maybe he'd stop moping around. A wry grin marked her lips as she pushed herself up before lazily heading in their direction.

A few other thoughts crossed her mind via Margaery. Weapons? Well, that was an interesting topic. Aside from Erlend and her sword, Asa was the only other past life that bothered with weapons - and even then, Asa's weapons of choice weren't typical "weapons". The apothecary used various herbs, mixing strange concoctions together, in order to create poisons, orchestrate attacks, and build defenses. The rest of her many lives stuck with close combat, but Suite supposed her elemental abilities could be be seen as using weapons.

Truth be told, Suite hadn't given it much if any thought.

She had other matters to be stuck on.

"Now you can get back to asskicking," the Admiral laughed lightly as she stopped at Margaery's side. The domestic feline took a seat, ocean eyes watching Washington strike out to test his healed appendage.

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