A Life by Any Other Name

A Rainbow of Confusion

Renato Sinclair had been a hitman long before he had been cursed, and Reborn would be a hitman for as long as he was able, so it is no surprise that he was on a hit in Germany when it happened.

The infant sized hitman had almost finished clearing out a den of human traffickers hiding at the edges of Brunsbüttel, when his pacifier went off like a silent yellow flashbang, blinding all those in the building and some on the street below, whilst simulatneously healing the captives, and burning the remaining traffickers to a fine crisp along with the cells. And a sudden wave of knowing washed through him.

There was a new Sky Arcobaleno. Old yet young. Defiant. Sharp. Powerful, much more than the last two. His flames replenishing off of their strength.

It made no sense! Last time there had been some kind of warning that Luce was about to-

Aria. Something must have happened to Aria.

He had to get back to Italy. He needed to find out what was happening with his niece. His pregnant niece. The new Sky could wait until afterwards, then he'd track them down as soon as possible.

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Fon was meditating, just behind a waterfall, absolutely nowhere near society and completely out of view from passers by should they investigate. The most stereotypical thing he ever did that he would never divulge to another person. Because whilst it was calming the others would never let him hear the end of it.

He had been there for an hour when the little alocove of rock he was sat in lit with an unholy destructive crimson, the water fizzling out in front of him, and flames dissolving the rock behind. Leaving him sat in the entrance of a cave like melted glass whilst the water slowly trickled back down the front again, staring at his pacifier in silent contemplation.

A new Sky. Darker than Aria and Luce. A distinct tint of cloud. Controlled. Used to mysterious powers. His own flame flickering brighter and stronger than it had in years.

He returned to his meditation, on the much comfier stone now molded by his flames, intention now changed from merely calming himself away from the triads who never let go of 'Fēng, strongest enforcer' to retuning the control that he had as 'Fon the Arcobaleno' over his increased flames. He would meet this new sky soon enough.

After all, it is the cloudy skies that most often stir up and bring the storms. As well as the rain and lightning.

He chuckled under his breath, as he idly wondered who would meet them first.

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Verde was rewiring and then reconfiguring the software for his initial prototype of what he called a Gola Mosca for the fifth time that day, brain awash with nothing but figures and diagrams and possible adjustments, when all his sensors screamed in unison. All of them. From across the planet.

Quickly hopping down, he was only part of the way towards the computers he was rushing at when his pacifier released such a violent wave of green lightning that, had he not technically been the source, would have thrown him directly through the wall... and maybe the next wall after that.

As it was, his entire lab was now crackling with an eerie little green glow, including the Mosca, that now seemed fully powered and raring to go. Thankfully nothing damaged by the outburst, and he suspected that given the nature of lightning flames he would find things mich harder to destroy now. He was only minorly distracted by that development before continuing his dash towards the control station, to see the readings it had gathered, internally going over what his pacifier was now imprinting on him.