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Snow Glow (15) : On especially cold nights, strange puffs of light rise from the snow like warm steam--only this 'steam' glows in soft, sparkling colors and moves in slow, liquid shapes, like wax escaped a lava lamp and is rising towards the sky. Scientists insist it’s an unusual, but natural, phenomenon caused by pressure and temperature changes, but that doesn’t explain how the lights react when you reach for them--swirling around your fingers like playful, weightless ribbons. Sometimes, around these strange pockets, the snow beneath your feet glimmers when you step near the lights, and coming into contact with the glow results in it clinging to your skin or clothes in faint, shimmering patches. The luminescent residue fades after a few hours and has no lasting effects.
ooc disclaimer: Lt. “Wisdom is my dump stat” is being intentionally written as wrong. Please do not take his dumb ideas seriously. Kerb and Fang are gonna disabuse him of those.
ooc disclaimer: Lt. “Wisdom is my dump stat” is being intentionally written as wrong. Please do not take his dumb ideas seriously. Kerb and Fang are gonna disabuse him of those.
The snow around town doing strange things felt pretty normal to Nekoite, relative to Destiny City weirdness. Especially so, even, relative to the giant Calamitous Snakey Guy who’d come out of some other universe entirely just to make noise and shut down the power grid for a little bit. But even more advantageous to Nekoite personally: the current weirdness in the snow was attracting a lot of people.
He couldn’t blame them for being drawn to it, really. All the lovely colors swirling around in the snow sure enticed people to come and stop by the snowbank in North-End Park where the show had decided to take place. From behind a clutch of evergreen trees, all decked out in beads and non-denominational ornaments for the holiday season, Nekoite had lurked, watching them all come and go for a while, watching how people ogled the bright colors and how letting one’s hand hover above the snow led. He’d been draining energy as he could
Not that this veritable magnet for people and their attention spans really worked out as well as Nekoite wanted for energy-draining purposes. As yet, unfortunately, he remained a scrub-a** Lieutenant and only capable of draining from one person at a time. Sucked for him, he hadn’t yet done the real-life Negaverse equivalent of saving up enough Blood Echoes, taking them to the Pale Doll, and leveling up his stats. Worse than that, he kept getting beaten up and losing the starseeds that he tried to claim. That had to be, like, basically the same thing as losing your Souls, Blood Echoes, or Spirit Ashes, right? Which was total a** (not the good kind!) and kept resetting Nekoite’s progress because this was obviously how things worked (in his own gay little brain where understanding reality through video games made more sense than asking any questions of his commanding officers).
It was all so unfair in addition to everything else questionable about the situation, Nekoite mused, pouting as he watched a cute little family of three leaving the snowbank. What made things unfair was simple: starseeds probably respawned like enemies in Dark Souls, right? Like, that was just basic math? Billions of people lived on Earth. The global population continued rising, despite things like global warming and capitalism and Negaverse agents pulling starseeds or, like, whatever? Thus ergo therefore, starseeds had to be respawning, since everybody who was alive definitely had one?
Maybe Nekoite should’ve paid better attention to his aura senses, and to the bright flares of two very powerful White Moon warriors waiting nearby. Or maybe he should’ve put more effort into remembering what he’d read in the Negaverse intelligence database, about a certain senshi who liked to sit at a nearby bench in this very park, talking to people from any faction and trying to offer himself up as a helper in various capacities. Honestly, maybe Nekoite should’ve done a better job reading the Negaverse training manual, as opposed to skimming it and deciding to vibe his way through figuring out the early-level slog before him. If he had, he might’ve known how wrong he was about starseeds.
Literally any of these things could have told him that nabbing a random civilian’s starseed, right out in the open and under the halo of street-lamp light, was Probably Not His Best Idea. But Nekoite was nothing if not enthusiastic about trying to git gud, so with nary a care in the world—indeed, smiling brightly about how clever he felt—Nekoite darted forward and pulled the civilian’s starseed.
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