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It was like any other light, winter snow. It was chilly and clouds hung in the sky but if you looked up you could swear you could still see the stars. The snow falls gently and coats the ground in a light layer--but these aren't normal snowflakes. Mixed in with the regular snow, crystalized snowflakes seem to be falling. These are roughly the size of a quarter and are light and hollow. They are fragile, like glass, but glisten like a fine cut gem. No one can explain this anomaly, but these small snowflakes won't melt. And they are all over Destiny City. You can find them gently falling to the ground, or lying in the fresh fallen snow. They don't seem evil--but they do make for some cute keepsakes!
Kicking over a snowman that she was fairly certain sobs kids had built not even a hour or so ago at the park, Jane, or rather as she was known as while powered as the senshi of comets Spacewatch, the young woman was just angry because apparently the holiday cheer wasn't really extended to her in a lot of ways. You see, in her case, she was alone for the season. Being quasi adopted by older women and given basics was great and all, but the other woman was just poorly equip to handle a tiny fourteen year old's hate and anger alongside her mental anguish and drama. Plus, you know, the whole post traumatic stress disorder that often left jane screaming or crying at night when the memories got really bad and she would have fits of breaking down with survivor's guilt and the like. Good stuff. Really the kind of thing people wanted around for the holiday season.
Just why she went out as much as she could, powering up, not saying where she was going in the hopes hse'd not have to come back. That she could just be forgotten. Left behind and not be that burden on anyone anymore. The girl had a lot of guilt built up in her, and no outlet aside from the ever growing violence she persisted in and engaged in with agents of chaos.
Smashing the snow skull of children's innocent creations in the park was at the least, a better outlet than self harm. Granted, that in itself was also debatable. Violence was not healthy by any means. Nor was Spacewatch's insistence to be violent, to hurt and not welcome help or aid or kindness. She was a product of her environment and of a position that born nothing but suffering in her own tragedy.
She was broken, on a fundamental level, that was what she'd decided and any person who told her differently was wrong, or trying to sell her one something. As she stormed her way over to another poor, ill fated snowman yet unknowing of their fate, Spacewatch heard the crack of something breaking under her foot. Ice perhaps, she thought at first, but upon closer inspection she came across the first one. A gem like snowflake, larger than any she'd ever seen, and while no longer perfectly intact, she could tell it had once been something pretty, if not perhaps beautiful.
That is when she noticed them. Glittering dots on a sea of freshly fallen powder, they called out to her like a siren song.
They broken under her feet, smashed into fragments with a sneer and scowl. She hated them. So pretty and perfect looking and unnatural. The satisfying crack was like the bones she imagined herself breaking of those who had harmed her once upon a time. The snap the sound of their necks like they'd done to her mother and father. Crunch- arms being torn apart under the fangs of monsters.
Tears silently falling as snowflakes melted under her feet.
