January 2, 2018
It had shown up on the news that morning - icicles of various sizes falling from the sky. There was no warning, no clouds needed, they just suddenly started to fall and as soon as they started falling they stopped. Lasting a short amount of time they were as sudden to appear as they were to vanish...leaving injured people in their wake as well as various damaged things.
He’d seen a report on someone being hit with one, in the arm, as well as their cars as they’d been parking outside a convenience store for a morning cup of coffee. The person was ok but their car was going to need a replaced front window, it had a big hole right in it.
As much as he didn’t want to go out, he’d like to avoid the chance of being hit with a spear of ice, Seung had decided that night to head out powered up and do a patrol. He’d learned not to trust winter and figured this was part of whatever had been going on at the end of last year and now this year, there was some trend going on, and he wanted to make sure nothing else happened - he didn’t trust it.
Assuring people he would be safe, and that he did indeed have his phone, Seung had headed out to patrol for an hour or two. His phone was tucked into the pocket of his coat, he needed the coat to keep warm, as he made his way across the cities numerous rooftops. So far nothing had been seen, no auras felt, and everything had been silent...though cold.
Watching as puff after puff of air hit the air, curling upward in a white cloud, Venice nearly fell over as the first shard of ice hit the ground just where he was going to step. Jumping back he stared up at the sky - a clear night. The stars were out, at least what few he could see in the city,and as he continued to stare he found a shard of ice heading right for his face. Falling to the ground and rolling he just missed getting hit, and anyone watching might find the sight funny, as he rolled about to avoid the next few spears of ice.
As they landed on the rooftop, a few sticking like throwing knives stuck in a wall, the squire felt one slice open his coat. The cold air rushing into his coat and hitting his uncovered skin - this wasn’t good. Someone back home would be upset, or a few people, and his coat was going to need to get fixed...not what he wanted. Cursing he managed to roll out of the area they were hitting, thankfully, and sat up for a moment before he climbed to his feet.
Watching as they continued to pelt the rooftop he waited until they stopped falling before grabbing a few of them. They looked, and felt, normal but who knows. This was not normal at all. Looks like his trip out was going to be cut short, he wanted to get these home and bagged. Incase there was anything off with them he wanted to preserve them and see if anyone could maybe check them out….maybe.
“And I want to adopt a child and raise them in this city….” He didn’t like this city for raising a child but what could he do - move? He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, ask that of his husband or their family. He and Terry would have to do their best to keep their child, once they were allowed to select a child, as safe as possible in this nightmare of a city.
Holding the icicles in his one hand he pulled his phone out with the other in order to call home. “I’m coming home...I have some icicles with me...have bags ready - I’m keeping...want them checked.” He didn’t trust that they were completely normal, and why should he? Once he’d hung up, assuring Terry he’d be safe on the way home, he pocketed his phone and picked up the pace on his way home.
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