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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?
Sailor Lacerta was not enjoying this nightly patrol one little bit. She had heard the rumors and even seen footage on the news about the strange spear-like icicles that kept falling from the sky without much warning. The senshi of bandages decided that if anyone could deal with falling projectiles that it would be she alone. The redhead had thought that since she was able to mend at least the most minor of injuries that perhaps she would fare okay. Of course that had been her thoughts at the beginning of the evening. The fact was that Lacerta was not thinking through things clearly these days. She was still trying to prove to herself that she could find a niche for herself and perhaps as a result was placing herself in situations that she couldn't control. It seemed as if she had done it again tonight.
Izobel had decided that she was going to be at least partially prepared by at least bringing along a coat that would keep her warmer than other nights during the winter and also slipping her feet into warmer footwear, a lovely little pair of boots that she had found tucked away in the back of her closet. Suitably dressed she had left with a quick wave to her parents and an excuse on her lips as to where she was heading. She had thought she would only be out for about an hour or so but hadn't counted on what would transpire later on.
Now though Lacerta could only cringe at her lack of mental planning. Sure she was warm and that should have counted for something if only she could focus straight. She had been crossing a nearby roof when a sudden torrent of icicles pelted down from the clear night sky. Perhaps if her reflexes had been sharper she would have been able to dodge the projectiles but as it was she had moved just seconds too late and had been struck a few times. One icicle had been sharp enough to slice through the bandages that covered her upper arms and as she hunched over to protect anymore exposed skin and examine the wound her vision greyed and pain rocketed through the back of her head as one last icicle fell and connected with the back of her head. Oh that hadn't been so bad, but of course it would be her last thought on the situation before she found herself on all fours trying to shake off the last strike. Her vision blurred once more and she crawled to the nearest bit of shelter she could find. If anything else fell from the sky she needed to be out of it until she could recover enough of her senses to make it back home.
How long Sailor Lacerta remained on the roof was unknown, even to her. It was perhaps a good thing that she had found warmer garments this night as the coat and boots helped to ward off the chill of the clear evening. Time ticked on and at one point Lacerta knew she had to at least attempt to heal the wound on her arm before finding more suitable help. It took at least two attempts to speak the phrase that would activate her magic and Lacerta grimaced before attempting to rise to her feet...or maybe she'd sit for a while longer.
Learning experiences, she would mentally tell herself later once she made it home to be met with frantic parents. But at least she could show them the proof behind her excuse of returning late...
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