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If you were suspicious about the aurora that started up a few days ago, it seems like you have good reason to be. Ever since they began, no one seems to be able to get a good night’s sleep. Fatigue is setting across the town, making people a little extra cranky. It’s a complete downer to the holiday cheer but no one seems to know what to do. There’s no sign that there’s anything supernatural about the aurora, but there’s certainly something odd about it. People lucky enough to even fall asleep only get to rest for a few moments before they are violently jostled awake by the sensation of falling through a rainbow of colors. Some worse off may suffer from the sensation of drowning beneath strange, rainbow colored water. People are passing out from fatigue and some people are suffering from strange vertigo. There doesn’t seem to be an end in sight.
He knew it. He knew this was bad news. Looking at the rainbow of ******** lights in what should have been the dark light polluted night sky, he instead saw colors swirling about in a ******** all nonsense of whatever the hell it was. It was no northern lights. Aurora borealis his a**, this was ******** god damn space magic and no one could ******** identify it or figure a way to stop it. Okay, true, there had maybe been a few tries to ID the damn s**t show but so far the results had been drastically lacking to say the least. With no clear sign that they had a magical source they could squash and no magical thing to break or person to kill to end the phantasmal light show that was driving scientists at a nearby space station bonkers, Alum, like many an agent, was left grousing over their own uselessness in the fact of the situation.
The situation being nightmares, lack of sleep, and a general sense that someone was ******** with them in a not so nice way. Not exactly the kind of thing that one wanted a bunch of powered people with various levels of inclination to kill for shits and giggles in the name of protecting the human race and earth in general. There was a lot to consider when you dealt with magic, space, and the fact you yourself were a technical spiritual alien reborn in a human meat shell that might one day become an ageless thing because ho boy was that a dozy in and of itself.
Dorian hated being a senshi sometimes. Working for the cosmic being of chaos that was Metallia or not, being a sailor scout was complicated and each time some weird magic s**t happened a bunch of negaverse agents would look at him and the other corrupts like it was their fault or that they could fix whatever was going on. Which oh joy of joys, they couldn’t. Magic did not work like that but did anyone ever listen and actually do anything in an effort to maybe solve the issue and stop placing blame? No. Because they were all just jealous of magic and hated magic even if some of them used their own magic in conjunction with their weapons. Hypocrites.
Noting how his mind was getting more and more bitter, Dorian looked to the sky from the window that was just over his bed. The lights were here to stay for now, and no one would be able to stop them, (though not for a lack of trying in any event). As it was, there had to have been some connection between it, the nightmare, and the general sleeplessness. He wanted to sleep himself, but the fact was he couldn’t and when he did the nightmares would come again and that stole whatever sleepful rest he’d gain. There was no winning it would seem against these strange lights.
Dorian grunted, shutting his curtains, and once more, tired to sleep.
