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Prompt 11 (Marshmallow Snow): Fresh-fallen snow coats Destiny City. It’s pristine and crisp, and it crunches as you walk through it. It may be a few inches deep, but it doesn’t seem to go above your calves when walking. At first, it’s easy enough to walk through, but gradually you realize that it’s getting harder to move. Every step you take feels like the snow is pulling you back in, and if you get a good look you might realize that sticky white fluff is clinging to you. The more you walk, the more it pulls, until you’re almost completely stuck. Something about the snow smells oddly sweet, and the tacky, marshmallow-like snow seems like it’s suddenly become a prison. The more you try to break free, the stickier it gets, and you’d better hope you don’t fall down. The more you struggle the harder it is to escape, but if you manage to stay still for a few minutes, the marshmallow will freeze and crystallize. When you move again, the snow will turn into a powdery dust and you can break free easily. The only good thing about this is that you won’t starve if you get trapped–the snow tastes just like marshmallows.
This was something that he hadn't missed. The seasonal 'festivities' of the city and the headaches that came with them. The magic here festered, neither Order nor Chaos, and sought only to cause mischief and absolute frustration. This evening was to be no exception as he hauled his rather tall form through the snow, only to have each godforsaken step become more difficult. If one were to become trapped in molasses, or tar, one would assume this was how the dinosaurs may have felt. Equal parts irritated and a touch alarmed. Fortunately when it came to being alarmed, the man had now been through much, much worse and playful, almost pixie-like magic was mere child's play to him now.
A testy and disgruntled sigh escaped from his lips, a heavy breath through his nose as he came to a halt and stood in place. There were several things he could have done in these moments, one being that he could have called for help, the other that involved waiting it out, and his preferred option... Destroy it. There were benefits to experiencing what he had, newfound strength brewed within and it was with utter distaste that he called forth the swarm around him, the ethereal bugs rising up into the sky to form a tornado around him with nought but him at the epicenter. Normally one would only use such a magic when surrounded by foes, when one needed to decimate all those within the vicinity but on this occasion it was deemed necessary to destroy a 'foe' that wasn't exactly sentient.
...He'd already done it once.
He had no qualms about doing the same to marshmallow snow as well.
A fist flexed, muscles tensed and he slammed his fists against it with every ounce strength he had. At first the movements were fast, but as with his legs the snow soon began to take hold and in time he was pulled to his knees, trapped by the sickly sweet snow that had deemed to appropriate to fall in this city. One would have laughed at his predicament, had they not known better. Oh no, on this occasion he had acted with purpose and with another low growl he summoned the shields to coil around him, the warmth of their embrace flaring to life as the ethereal bugs gave a shimmer of warning and exploded.
In a ripple of light the magic ripped outwards in a shockwave, and with no concern for what friend or foe might have been, it tore through the snow for several feet. The Marshmallows that had already begun to harden around parts of him evaporated, cracking and turning into powder, but that which had previously been in his path and would have posed considerable inconvenience was thrust forward in a wave to press against the walls as all good snow drifts should, leaving the senshi to walk freely away from the otherwise 'cursed' region of the park. In the grand scheme of things he had likely also performed a small degree of public service, removing the problematic snow from the pathway so that everyone else who needed to use the thoroughfare wasn't trapped by the avoidable.
True, he hadn't been the most subtle of public servants in this instance, but as he strode away from the path and towards the gate, he was at least confident that the locals wouldn't have recognised the surge in power...and he had no issue with dealing with any visitors that did recognise it anyway. After all, it had been a while, and he had new toys to play with. If they found him, then he would at least extend a polite greeting before ruining their seasonal festivities...
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