It was probably a really dumb idea to be back out here.
She knew that. Even with the stress of Christmas over and gone, the festive spirit remained strong and in full swing through the city--plenty of other holidays to celebrate and reasons to spend time with loved ones. Not to mention the excitement of the new year incoming.
Which also came with just… magic weirdness in general still was at large across Destiny City.
She knew that.
Yet… here she was. Donned in her extra long coat, bundled up in a way that made her uniform blend into the regular attire of city workers and folks dressed up for a night out, an extra large mocha held snuggly in her gloved hands to ward off the chill. She'd gotten bits and pieces of energy from the crowds, just enough to make someone think they partied a bit too hard, or worked maybe a bit too long of a shift. Nothing dangerous, but still working to fill her quota.
The chill of the night was pretty bad, though.
Under her coat, Spectrolite shivered, hunching up her shoulders to push the collar of her coat further up around her ears. The moon was full and fat high above, shining brighter than even the city's festive lights. Perfect for the holiday season, really. Especially with all the snow around--made things extra pretty…
Her mind wandered, a small smile lifting her lips as she was able to avoid pesky thoughts about Chaos and destroying worlds and… things…
A twinkle of laughter made her blink, though, the sound… kinda off? She wasn't sure how to describe it, and glanced around, noticing she'd wandered once again into a less populated street. Some kids not far from there, maybe..?
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“It is too cold here.”
“Did Ibirapitá not have winter?”
Ibirapitá’s brows knit. “Ah, not that. I just do not like this chill. Twas always unfavourable.” The weather patterns on his on his homeworld had started to favour warm storms over anything else. Warm storms that destroyed everything in their path, when those were not already destroyed.
It was too bad the waves never actually overtook him. Death seemed so far away–
Why was someone laughing at him?
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Abzu clearly didn't hear anything, happy to continue his patrol in relative peace. “Sounds like typical winter cheer to me-”
“Laughter.”
It was Abzu's turn to look a bit perplexed. “Ah, no.”
“Did Ibirapitá not have winter?”
Ibirapitá’s brows knit. “Ah, not that. I just do not like this chill. Twas always unfavourable.” The weather patterns on his on his homeworld had started to favour warm storms over anything else. Warm storms that destroyed everything in their path, when those were not already destroyed.
It was too bad the waves never actually overtook him. Death seemed so far away–
Why was someone laughing at him?
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Abzu clearly didn't hear anything, happy to continue his patrol in relative peace. “Sounds like typical winter cheer to me-”
“Laughter.”
It was Abzu's turn to look a bit perplexed. “Ah, no.”
The sensation of Order signatures made her shoulders hunch, clutching her drink a bit tighter. What were the chances one of them was the pink senshi from the other night..? It wouldn't be bad to see her, even if she'd left Spectrolite's mind squabbling with itself since. If only to make sure she was okay after… clearly… not being okay after the bell's magic. Or what, she was pretty sure was the bell's magic anyway.
It certainly hadn't been magic she or the senshi had used.
Though she felt uneasy, her pulse picking up, she made her way towards the other signatures. Slowly, hoping to not come off… aggressive or something. She wasn't even sure why she was heading towards where there were clearly multiple signatures… she could barely even hold her own against one...
But the continued laughter, sparks of giggling glee that seemed to pop and burst behind her, then in front, then somewhere off to her left or right…
Hands gripping her still warm drink, extra large and still rather full of sweet mocha, she swallowed thickly before she trudged out around a building, spotting the… uh…
Well she wasn't too sure what she was looking at, except one was a senshi--she was pretty sure?--and the other was uh… some knight.
"I… take it you weren't the ones laughing just now..?"
Somewhere behind her, something seemed to snicker, and Spectrolite frowned as she tried to turn towards it--only to yelp as part of her hair was pulled back. She spun only to see… nothing, and then stared at the two Order folks again in bewilderment. "Or behind that?"
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Abzu became aware of the different signatures before either of the others, and it set him mildly on edge. He approached all confrontations peacefully, but Ibirapitá did not. Understandably, perhaps, Ibirapitá didn't like chaos.
Abzu didn't either, but he also approached in a less hostile way than Ibirapitá. It was odd, though. The other was not hostile, no, but Ibirapitá would be the type to offer himself as a distraction or as bait fairly openly if the opponent was hostile and they needed to kill said opponent. He had already done that.
There was some relief when she, too, was apparently just baffled by laughter.
Ibirapitá rubbed his ear. Was she asking for their help? That felt unbelievable.
It would have been if she didn't ask for it.
“I don't hear-”
“Then thou are not listening carefully enough.” Ibirapitá shook his head before turning back to the new arrival. “I do hear it, aye. It does not appear to have a source.”
Frustrating enough.
What was even more frustrating was being addressed by this corruption of a knight. Dorian had learned the truth of the Chaos on this world early on. Whereas it committed his world to the rot, it committed Earth to a very slow rot, caused by the good intentions of some combined with the outright evil of others. Abzu had used a phrase – the road to hell is paved with good intentions. For some, it seemed an apt descriptor.
Abzu didn't either, but he also approached in a less hostile way than Ibirapitá. It was odd, though. The other was not hostile, no, but Ibirapitá would be the type to offer himself as a distraction or as bait fairly openly if the opponent was hostile and they needed to kill said opponent. He had already done that.
There was some relief when she, too, was apparently just baffled by laughter.
Ibirapitá rubbed his ear. Was she asking for their help? That felt unbelievable.
It would have been if she didn't ask for it.
“I don't hear-”
“Then thou are not listening carefully enough.” Ibirapitá shook his head before turning back to the new arrival. “I do hear it, aye. It does not appear to have a source.”
Frustrating enough.
What was even more frustrating was being addressed by this corruption of a knight. Dorian had learned the truth of the Chaos on this world early on. Whereas it committed his world to the rot, it committed Earth to a very slow rot, caused by the good intentions of some combined with the outright evil of others. Abzu had used a phrase – the road to hell is paved with good intentions. For some, it seemed an apt descriptor.
Spectrolite shifted around a bit on her feet, feeling for all the world just… awkward? She wasn't even really sure why.
But her scalp ached where her hair had been pulled, and she didn't like that neither of them knew the source of the laughter or the assault she'd just dealt with.
She tried to not tilt her head at the odd speech pattern from the Senshi--were those…. leaves in his hair..? "So… more weird magic stuff around the city, or something?"
Again, laughter rang out, and Spectrolite jerked to the side when she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye. A small blue body..?
"...I keep hoping it's just some senshi magic or something, but each time it's definitely not…"
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“Probably,” offered Abzu, offering a sympathetic smile. “Every year at the holidays seems to have some odd magic around.” It was just too bad that not every bout of odd magic didn't come with Almadel. He still wanted to ask that man on a proper date-
His brain cut off when he felt someone yank on his coattails, and he murmured, “Really, Ibi?”
“Thou blame the wrong person!” Ibirapitá was affronted that Abzu would think he would resort to something so juvenile. “It is whatever may be incessantly giggling as they are!” Could they knock it off? There was no pride he needed to defend, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being mocked.
Abzu rubbed his neck. “Sorry, sorry. Bizarre Destiny City magic.” He saw something flit by, turning his attention to attempt to follow… a streak of blue. He supposed he was seeing it now even if he wasn't hearing it. “Blue flying thing? Person?”
Ibirapitá snorted. “What mythological creatures does this planet maintain?”
His brain cut off when he felt someone yank on his coattails, and he murmured, “Really, Ibi?”
“Thou blame the wrong person!” Ibirapitá was affronted that Abzu would think he would resort to something so juvenile. “It is whatever may be incessantly giggling as they are!” Could they knock it off? There was no pride he needed to defend, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being mocked.
Abzu rubbed his neck. “Sorry, sorry. Bizarre Destiny City magic.” He saw something flit by, turning his attention to attempt to follow… a streak of blue. He supposed he was seeing it now even if he wasn't hearing it. “Blue flying thing? Person?”
Ibirapitá snorted. “What mythological creatures does this planet maintain?”
