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On a cold winter night, when the moon is nearly full and bright in the sky, you hear laughter. At first, you can't place it, but then you feel little pokes and prods, tugs on your hair, your clothes. Sometimes you think you see something out of the corner of your eye--a small, icy body. Sometimes you hear wings flapping in the night. As long as you are out in the cold, you feel eyes on you and you find yourself the target of small mischief from what seems to be icy little fairies, though they move too fast for you to see or grab. They never speak, only laugh. When you go inside, or venture to anywhere with too much light or heat, they seem to disappear and do not bother you again.
Hippolyta was still getting used to patrolling, but she approached it like she did everything else in life. With extreme confidence and an icy-cold resting b***h face. Like she was telling the world she was done with its bullshit and it better get in line before she made it get in line. She was walking the main shopping areas, winding down for the night, but as the streets became less flooded.. Her… unusual attire was becoming more and more noticable. While she did not exactly care about being someone revealed by her outfit, there was just something about to long lingering gazes and frowns that bothered her more than the cold.
She turned from the main shopping areas, with their walkways swept clean of snow and brightly lit areas, often times even dotted with little heaters, to the less walked paths, that led to the more antique areas of town, those that were already shut down due to the late hour. She frowned, feeling her hair snag on something, and put a hand to the silvery lilac curls, looking up. Weird, there was clearly nothing for her to have been snagged on. She continued on, the sound of the crowds dieing down as she walked further away. There were no street lights in this area, and she was far enough away from the shopping square…. So why could she still hear laughter?
She heard the flapping of wings, which strangely reminded her of a moth, only it sounded way to large to be a moth, and felt a pinch on her neck. She slapped a hand to her neck, and felt nothing, only a slight cold.
She turned and caught, just in the corner of her eye, sight of something… it looked like a tiny human, but made of ice. But it was to fast to truly see... Was… was this a youma? She had been explained the concept of youma before, but never actually encountered one. She heard laughter again and turned just in time to have another curl pulled sharply with a giggle.
Hipp frowned and hurried out of the small alleyway into a stretch of snow covered grass, a little more in the open now in a tiny little park, one that was little more than a large yard with an old playset that was in need of repair. Still, it allowed her to not be confined, and the little expanse of snow was filled with moonlight. Still, she could not clearly see whoever, whatever it was that was trolling her. Joyful mischievous giggles filled the air like the ringing of dainty bells. It was frustrating, she held her hands loosely… but thought better of using her magic. If she couldn't get sight of the little buggers she certainly wouldn't be able to shoot it property. Not to mention without knowing if it WAS a youma or no, she couldn't really determine if it had even earned being shot at.
After all, being annoying as hell did not earn one death. And they weren't hurting her. Once again, it was just flipping annoying.
