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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?
Winston was not pleased to say the least. His usual routine of getting his errands done by six in the late afternoon or early evening, (depending on how one viewed time), had been utterly thrown as he was now stuck exactly where he’d been for the last fifteen minutes. At the main entryway of a Fred Meyer, holding his purchases in his re-uasable bag with a ‘GO GREEN’ logo printed on the front. He looked like a right fool, staring out at the storm that threatened to do more than just get the bottoms on his pant legs wet with melting ice. No, the falling objects from the sky were worse than snow or hail. The shards, nay, blade of ice could very well cut and he had no inclination to just walk out with his recent purchases and risk being shanked by the sky. Not even winter storms in England had been this rank and rife with the threat of bodily harm.
Unless one counted a Glasgow summer where you could drown yourself with some of those god forsaken rain showers that bit in their chill and would soak you to the bone on any given day. (God bless the fact he’d only spent one summer in Scotland, he never wished to again so long as he lived, even IF his gran kept begging him to visit).
Scowling at the sky like it had insulted his gran, Winston felt like the cosmos was indeed, trying to punish him for becoming an agent of chaos as of late. From the antics of poisoned fruitcakes to magical no explanation lights in the sky, to hallucinogenic dreams that were more like nightmares, Winston, as the agent Valdimirite, was not finding being a servant for the cosmic entity known only has Metallia to be all that grand. Sure, he’d like to help save the world but he was feeling that it might not have been the best decision to make given all the bullshit that was happening around him. Actually come to think of it-
It just kept happening in this city. The crazy s**t? Always in this city. His hometown never had anything this bad happen so what in god’s name made s**t like this just happen in destiny city? He groaned as he looked at his things. At least nothing was frozen, he’d not have to worry but being stuck in the entryway of the local fred Meyer was starting to make him hate life. The music was bad, the other people smelled bad, and all he wanted to do was go hime, put his purchases away, open up his latop, visit a few sites, look at reddit, and maybe, MAYBE, make himself a decent dinner. Maybe. He wasn’t sure the work would be worth it. But No.
Here he was stuck in a Fred Meyer waiting for ice daggers to stop falling from the sky a threatening to kill him.
God, it was times like this he wished he was a captain, at least then he could maybe just.. teleport home.
