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The Calling (7) : A beautiful melody drift on the air from somewhere far away. The vocals are in a language you don’t quite recognize, but feel somehow familiar to you. Something about the song calls to you, but no matter where you go, the song seems to sound the same distance away. The longer it goes on, the more emotional the song becomes--and the more emotional you become. Something about the song is possessive and consuming, like it’s all you can think of. Something resonates in you as the song crescendos, and the feeling is at its strongest--be they good, bad, anything, but suddenly the song fades, and there’s only an emptiness inside of you. The feeling of loss is strong, and can leave someone feeling emotionally numb. Someone out there was calling to you, and you couldn’t find them.
Alex always approached festivals and events in Destiny City with a grain of salt. She'd been in the powered business for too long - with too many things lining up with holidays or events - to take it otherwise. If there was anything that could possibly go wrong, it did, and usually people got hurt in the process.
Such was the life of a knight.
The city shaking and weird bubbles of space nonwithstanding, the most it seemed to be this festival was glowing eyes and weird food. It was almost... rather calm. Things in general seemed to be rather calm - powered war aside - and she dared to let herself actually enjoy things for once. It helped that Rene was with her.
It had been... a while since they'd exchanged rings but still, sometimes she just sort of looked at him and beamed because how could she be this lucky? How's she find someone in this whole chaotic world?
"I'm gunna say it, but it's very... calm this year, don't you think? A few things but no one's died, no portion of the city has gone dark, the world isn't trying to open up and swallow us whole... I'm hopefully optimistic that it might not actually be... bad," she said to the young man next to her, squeezing his hand with hers. The Paupu fruit rings glinted in the sun just as a light melody curled around a corner.
[Mistress Morbid]