HEALTHY EGO - - Open, target practice

[Luciferr]

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LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Lunafreya had been patrolling the territory before she had come across Eternal burning down some wood sculptures, but there were no other things around that could catch fire. That was good.

"Hey Eternal, mind if I use one of the sculptures for practice as well?" Luna asked.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[BASTILLEPAW]

Bastille started laughing within moments of joining them, having deduced her crudely crafted targets to be the likeness of Becky boy. "Nice work, Etty," he drawled with a grin, looking amused as he eyed the damage her lightning strikes had done. Idly, he wondered what it would be like to see this done to the real deal -- Becky's ghostly form was some form of electricity, wasn't it? -- and grinned roguishly at the thought. "Were your powers inactive before?" He was referring to her statement -- "back in business" implied they'd been out, and idly, he wondered how she had managed to yet them under her control once more. Might be useful information.

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[Suiteheart]

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Suiteheart wanted to say it didn't amuse her greatly that the wooden sculptures did appear to be effigies of Beck, but then she would be lying. A sick smile curved upon her lips as she strolled forward. She did not like Beck at all, and she knew Eternalwar's hatred of him ran deep. The polar bear was definitely impressed.

As she took a seat beside her friend, Etty, she listened to both Lunafreya and Bastillepaw's questions. She wanted to ask one of her own: how long did they think it would take to hammer these soon to be fucked up dummies into the Tanglewood border? But she held her tongue, for she knew Bast would probably run with the damn idea. "Etty, girl, this is shockingly beautiful," she chuckled, laughing more at her own pun than anything. [color=#73B1B7][b]"What a wonderful idea!"
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[Luciferr]

[BASTILLEPAW]

Bastille considered that. He supposed it made sense — he knew others could burn out their powers fairly easily, without stores of energy; even he had to take breaks when he really pushed his limits. Then never exactly left, though — they were always simmering under the surface, reading to explode even when he was exhausted. Bast wouldn’t be surprised if they were capable of literally killing him through overexertion. He arched a brow, and added, ”Huh. Must have used them pretty aggressively, if they decided they needed a break.” He seemed more curious than judgmental. Besides — why would he care if she had used them in excess?

He grinned at Suite’s arrival, and added, ”Now we just gotta aim for the real thing, next time. It’s not like we can kill him, so he can’t complain.”

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[Suiteheart]

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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."