Prompt - The Meteor Shower
It wouldn’t be a star festival without a meteor shower! Right on time, a beautiful array of shooting stars graces the night sky. Most meteor fragments appear to be little white or yellow lights streaming across the sky, but if you watch closely enough you may find that some of them seem to be pink, blue, and even purple in color. The scientists have reported that it’s just different components burning up as they enter the atmosphere, but there’s something undeniably magical about it.
It pained him to be quite so undeniably cliche in relation to some of the activities and poses he adopted when he was out this late in the evening. Each time he donned this odd attire he soon found himself leaning up against some wall with his head bowed and eyes closed. Yep, he was that guy from the movies or the video games who spent the better part of his life looking imposing but ultimately doing nothing. Not that Athalia was entirely inactive, but he had actually come to realise that prowling limited his own personal ability to detect anomalies.
Fortunately he had not chosen a random lamp post to rest against this evening and instead he had settled on top of a building. With the flat roof to himself, he had taken to resting against one of the aerial warning towers that generally let planes know it was a bad idea to fly at this height. Very few would find him up here and those who might sense him would soon find that they couldn't quite work out where he was.
...Short of clambering up the building they'd just have to accept he was somewhere and move on. Alternatively they could stay there and as soon as he got wind of a disturbance he'd be down to visit. Suffice to say that those visits rarely went well and ended with more than a few bust ups. Not that he minded, this was his duty and it was no different to what he did in his day job. If someone intended to do harm then he was going to get in the way and if they were insistent on it then they were going to have to go through him.
However the evening had been quiet so far and with little else to occupy his time his mind had already begun to drift elsewhere. Between musings over tomorrow's shift at work and his continued quest to correct whatever was 'disconnected' between his being and his source, his internal monologuing had reached impressive levels. There wasn't much he could do about his next work shift and more often than not these weren't terribly eventful, but in recent weeks he'd had a lot to take in when it came to this little role.
For example, he'd stumble upon his planet.
He'd walked through 'space' for want of a better word, traversed it, and planted his feet on what could only be described as a dead world. Sylvite had been right, and yet if the world was truly dead then how did it continue to provide and sustain the immense power that some senshi exhibited? He had promised himself that he would go back, that he would continue to explore it and perhaps in time he would understand it. What he had accepted however, was that when it came to what he was and what his planet might have been, magic was now very real and far beyond his understanding.
As if on cue the sky temporarily lit up and the senshi turned his gaze towards it, lips personing as the meteors shot through the sky. In those moments he was greeted with a flurry of activity that he wasn't often accustomed to and the more he admired it, the more he noticed. The shower wasn't normal, at least not by the standards he would expected and he could do nothing more than raise a brow and allow a half smile to slip on to his lips.
Was this the start of what Adorea had warned him about? She'd said before, upon one of their first encounters, that when the City started to display magic he'd need to prepare himself because it didn't take sides and things tended to start getting really weird. Evidently he was about to find out but for the time being he could at least admire how this so-called magical sign may have chosen to introduce itself to him. After all, a meteor shower was stunning and it didn't exactly hurt anyone, he'd take that over something more dramatic any day!
Alas it was over more swiftly than he would have hoped and he released a sigh, pressing the back of his head against the tower more firmly. Perhaps this was another sign for him, one that reminded him that it had been some time since he had stepped foot on his source. He had work to do there and until he could control himself it would be remiss of him to ignore it. Another trip appeared to be in order but this time, perhaps he would stay for more than just a few hours... he'd just need to work out the logistics first.
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