December 11, 2022
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Prompt 1 (Diamond Dust): This time of year, snow is common. What’s uncommon is the single, strange snowfall where each snowflake that fell glistened like tiny diamonds. For the most part, the snow seems fairly normal—it’s cold, wet, and melts just like any other snow, it just also happens to look like tiny little gems are falling from the sky. Depending on who you’re with, it’s either incredibly strange, or incredibly romantic.
When the snow is coming down at its strongest, crystalized snowflakes trickle down with the rest of the snow. These are roughly the size of a quarter and are light and hollow. They are fragile, like glass, but glisten like a fine cut gem. No one can explain this anomaly, but these small snowflakes won't melt. And they are all over Destiny City. You can find them gently falling to the ground, or lying in the fresh fallen snow. There doesn’t seem to be anything particularly magical about them, but they are beautiful and make pretty keepsakes.
When the snow is coming down at its strongest, crystalized snowflakes trickle down with the rest of the snow. These are roughly the size of a quarter and are light and hollow. They are fragile, like glass, but glisten like a fine cut gem. No one can explain this anomaly, but these small snowflakes won't melt. And they are all over Destiny City. You can find them gently falling to the ground, or lying in the fresh fallen snow. There doesn’t seem to be anything particularly magical about them, but they are beautiful and make pretty keepsakes.
Snow was nice, he liked it, though he felt like he hadn’t always liked it so much. It was a feeling, an echo from the past, something he got every so often about various things. He’d get feelings or thoughts which he knew were his…and yet not his. They’d been his before he’d lost his civilian memories. Bits and pieces, ghosts, of a him long past and gone. They were odd when he got them and felt a bit jarring even. The corrupt senshi wasn’t fond of these feelings, these fragments of his previous self, they certainly added to his chillingly cold hate for senshi and knights. To be reminded of all that he’d given up, that he didn’t even know himself fully, it made the chill in his heart even colder.
It was not a night to be a senshi or a knight and cross paths with him, that was for certain, as the snow had gotten him thinking and that thinking had ended in that jolting feeling of emotions which weren’t entirely his…and yet also were his - or had been. It was unsettling and angering.
His attention though was turned away from such murderous thoughts, at least for the moment, as he felt something a little more solid than a snowflake land on him nose. “Huh…?” Confused, Miyamoto bent to look at the snow on the ground, sure something else was mixed in, and as his fingers moved through the snow that was piling up he could indeed feel something here and there. His fingers, freezing and wet now, encountered a few of these..objects? When he pulled his hand out of the snow, gently closed around some snow and objects, he found that the objects looked like…crystals? But they were rather light weight and looked like nothing he’d seen before.
“Interesting…” Picking three out of the snow in his hand he went to pocket them, he’d look them over later, he was curious on what they were. If he could, he might come back out, later tonight, with a jar and collect as much as his fingers could manage to liberate from the snow. Who knows, they might have some sort of value to them. They were, at least to him, interesting and worth keeping. They even looked like snowflakes and since they didn’t melt he could easily draw them!
Plan for the night made the senshi turned and headed for home, intent upon getting a jar and returning to the cold winter snow with it. As he would he let his mind wander some, wondering what these little crystal like snowflakes were made from and where they were from. Maybe he could find someone who could look into it? Although, with this being on the news maybe some expert would look into it and the results would get out soon. That did sound about right really.
The walk home was a long one, longer than he wanted to deal with right now, once he got into the building he raced to the elevator and once it reached his floor he was racing down the hall to his door and jamming the key into the lock. Thankfully he’d remembered, at some point, to power down so he didn’t bring unwanted guests home. As the door swung open he went to find a jar, a mason jar in a cabinet in the kitchen. Putting the little snowflakes inside he closed the lid and headed back out, this time he grabbed a heavy scarf before he headed out to hunt down more of these little things. He’d work on drawing them all later…or tomorrow, once he woke up.
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