Prompt
Ice and snow? Fine. Hail? Slightly less fine. Large, icicle-like shards of ice falling from the sky? Horrifying. For no apparent reason, Destiny City is plagued with another strange phenomenon, only this one can strike at any time. The icicles plummet from the sky with no warning, regardless of a clear or cloudy sky. The spikes range in size from a few inches up to two feet. Sometimes only one might fall, or sometimes a torrent of them, but they never fall far longer than a minute at a time. So far, injuries and damage have been reported across the city. How are you faring?
She had been fortunate, Cara thought idly, frowning at the long cut down her arm that she was currently covering from top to bottom in liquid bandage. Fortunate, at least, in that she wasn't dead or otherwise seriously injured - though the sour mood she had been put in after this day's events wasn't likely to fade any time soon. She'd only been out for a walk, trying to enjoy what had been a relatively clear day as winter days went. Sure, going outside was never particularly comfortable, even in winter (especially in winter, at least when there was snow on the ground. The reflection was just as bad as the light straight from the sun, after all), but spending a lot of time inside was reserved for when she was in trouble or otherwise unable to go out and actually do interesting things.
So she'd gone out. There weren't any dogs for her to walk today, so she had to walk alone, but that was fine. It just meant there was less for her to have to pay attention to, and she could just walk - or even jog if she felt a little too much energy building up in her. The first part of the walk had been fine; normal, boring, no monsters or chaos-side people out causing trouble, no situations that she felt she needed to step in and handle, and it had been nice. Nice and relaxing, and pretty peaceful, as well. At least... it had been.
Until ice shards had started falling from the sky.
It had been so sudden and from a clear blue sky that Cara almost hadn't noticed, at least not until she felt a sharp pain down her arm and her sweater sleeve torn from a sliver. She'd been scratched again as she dove for cover in a bus stop nearby, but none quite as bad as that one - and that one was more long than deep, and a scratch rather than a true cut. Which was just as well, because she really hadn't wanted to have to go to the emergency room when she didn't have insurance or any really good contacts. But even so it had hurt, and been more than a little frightening - more so when a nearly eight-inch-long spike thudded down in the spot she had been standing in before running for her shelter.
Now that had been frightening. As soon as the freak occurrence stopped - it couldn't have been very long, maybe a minute at most - Cara had hightailed it back to St. Mags, back to her room, and had immediately shed her sweater and dug out her first-aid kit to treat her cuts. She wasn't exactly thrilled at having to dress wounds on herself again, but at least this time if she was asked, she could be truthful when she said it wasn't a fight. The odds of anyone believing her were probably a little slim, but she didn't have any bruises, so maybe, just maybe, she'd get really lucky and nobody would ask anything at all.
Given Cara didn't like nosy people, and liked being looked at as a liar or a bloodthirsty b***h even less (never mind that she had earned that reputation and knew it), nobody noticing would be the best possibility of all.
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