She'd mostly... kept to herself the last few days. Or at least, when she could get away from family responsibilities cuz... holidays. Which, usually? That'd be great to help get her mind of crap going on with... the Negaverse, war stuff. Or just that whole part of life in general.
Just... not this time.
Watching Carter and Peter squabble about game lore from some series or another, listening to her dad singing Christmas carols off key in the kitchen while the house smelled of gingerbread and homemade Chex mix...
She felt sick.
All she wanted was to keep them away from that side of her life. Keep them safe. They'd already lost mom, Lexi didn't want to see anyone else in her family hurt, especially not because of all this... freaky magical stuff.
Which was what she trusted the Negaverse for. Knew they did so much work to support their people and defend their home.
Every time she looked at her family, though, she just kept thinking back to what that senshi said. She still hadn't mentioned any of it to Jericho, and she didn't... really want to at all. And she was especially keeping the subject away from Cabhan. Oh hell to the no on discussing the unsettling things the White Moon senshi had said to her.
So she just focused on her family, and didn't really go see the guys much. They understood the family responsibilities, at least, and Jericho didn't pry on her overall silence. She appreciated that--she could talk to him about problems, but unless she brought it up, he left things alone. Well. So long as she wasn't like... injured or something. Which nope! She was fine and healthy, worst she had lately was dry skin on her hands and chapped lips if she didn't keep up with her lip balms and hand lotions.
...which. Might just. Be changing....
Crap.
The night had started out fine enough. Some general wandering as Spectrolite, stealing a little bit of energy here and there from passersbys who wouldn't think much of it beyond the holiday outings taking a bit more out of them that night. Nothing horrible, nothing remotely harmful. She'd even stopped and got herself a big, hot mocha, sipping that as she went about her way up and down busy streets. The jacket she'd put on over her uniform helped her blend in all the more, and she was happy at least sipping the whip cream covered mocha. The streets got less busy as she wandered on, and when she hit an empty lot that seemed to have a bunch of garden beds covered over for the winter, she took another sip and hummed in delight at the warmth as she considered where to go next.
Her extra large mocha was delicious and wonderful and when a human-looking snow figure that she thought was just some neat looking statue kinda thing, freaking grabbed her arm, Spectrolite screamed and chucked the contents of the hot drink onto the snowman.
It wasn't fond of that.
Like. At all.
It'd roared as it reared back, its arm and a good chunk of its chest and abdomen melting away from the steaming mocha. The hand was still wound around her upper arm, and she smacked at it till the snow fell away, stumbling back from the creature as it sank down into the snow around them... and began to rise again, reformed now that it'd pulled more snow into itself.
"Oh come on! What is with this city and it's freaky magic?!"
Orangeish Sherbert
