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[megatheorem]

They killed her cat?

If you ask another necromancer, they'll tell you the obvious solution is to kill the other guy's cat first. I'm not pro-cat killing, metaphorical or otherwise. Still.

[There's something to be said for the "get the jump on them" strategy? He supposes.]

For what it's worth, I'm not sure the omens can be killed.

[slightlytaller]

I know. That's exactly why we don't keep pets.

Which, this cat wasn't. Gray took pity on a stray, whom she brought inside to give a meal and who then tore into a pair of expensive shoes.

[They were more than just expensive shoes-- they were the first pair of leather shoes Waver had bought with his first paycheck in his professional career. There as a sentimentality to them, as well as practicality. Leather could be repaired and refinished if properly maintained, after all.]

It's the fact that my enemies spotted the cat in our vicinity and made assumptions that caused the problems.

The fact that they assumed correctly didn't help matters either.

[Despite his initial frustrations and misgivings, Waver had taken it upon himself to care for the cat in it's final hours-- and even personally buried it in the courtyard outside of his apartment.

A glance towards the cat he had now dubbed Gray left him feeling haunted. The cat, noticing his rapidly spirally mood, ambled over to his workspace and plopped herself right in the center of it all. Her bright eyes peered up at him, demanding attention.

Succumbing to her wishes was far too easy.]

I know you're right, Palamedes. I still find myself cursing my inability to be a better healer whenever I think too hard on this matter. That's all.

[Flopping down on the floor entirely, Waver rolled onto his back and ran his fingers through Gray's soft fur. Although there were still far more questions that he was comfortable with...

This was okay.]