It's a warm Saturday evening.
An absolutely sublime 6:45 PM bookends the week, the chirping birds flap their wings preparing to rest themselves. Even if the city never does, slowly but surely people are getting comfy into their homes, with the toasty breezes beckoning them to their cool abodes. In the midst of this, within Havfuryym Hall, there is but one lady that's ready to partake in the ritual herself. Why, it's Ms. Portentum. She just finished off a lovely batch of Rosuqillos with her tea, and is feeling quite content with everything around her.
She's still letting her mind wander around the latest event that occurred a week ago. How a usually jovial festival was interrupted by quite the spectacles. One being a wannabe mob boss, currently doing some community service by cleaning the courtyard of the hall. Another, being the random organism that sprouted up out of the meteorite and gave the talented trio of RR quite the hard time. With such fierce powers and alluring colors, there isn't anyone within a 50 mile radius that didn't know what occurred that day.
Currently, she's ruminating on that moment with a soft fondness that matches the perfect crispness of the weather. However, right before she tucks herself into bed, she soon passes by her dresser. Over the years, she's collected quite the artifact collection. An assortment of items, many of which posses strong levels of emotional power. This aint the first combat in the courtyard she's witnessed. From an errant dried out piece of fruit, to flyers of the previous festival years, to many other colorful curations that can fill the imagination ten times over with the capabilities they possess.
As she scans each one over with her withered, soulful eyes, reminiscing on all the memories each one hold, she pauses at one in particular. To the right, an old, unopened can of "Meriendan", a Filipino Soda flavored with the Dalandan fruit. It's been collecting dust for at least 70 years, yet the smiling golden tiger on the front still shines with a smile. To the left, a press premiere ticket for a launch test for a shuttle right by Cape Canaveral, dated April, 1950. The ink is nearly faded and the ends are slightly torn, but the stamp reads just as official all these years later. In the center, surrounded by a beautifully cheesy picture frame of a space craft hovering around, is a team of 3 astronauts. They all look as if they're beaming with pride and joy, knowing the history that they're about to make with their voyage. They all stand proud with their uniforms, as they pose in front of the American Flag.
Ms. Portentum looks upon the small shrine with absolute fervent. She hugs the picture frame as tight as she would a newborn. She soon sets it back, and says something quiet to herself.
"They all think you're truly gone. But I know, in my heart, your songs still ring true to me. You all deserve so much better. And if you can still hear me, just know that you will receive it someday. If not now, then very very soon. Habang may buhay, may pag-asa."
As she begins to get herself settled under her covers, someone at the door gives a quick knock. Ms.Portentum croaks out a warm "Come in!" to invite her impromptu evening guest. As the door slowly opens, it's revealed to be someone we are quite familiar with. It's Onyx, coming in to check up on her before she falls asleep. Even if Onyx has a full day's work that leaves her exhausted, she still finds time to check in on her. As such, they exchange a short, but sweet conversation.
"Good evening! Nice to see you up so late, eh?"
"Oh stop it, you're such a scamp."
"Are you going to be ok tonight? After what happened I just want to be-"
"Onyx, don't kid yourself. I'll be fine! I still got some fight in me, anyway. Just let one of those ruffians come and knock up my hall again, and I'll show them what I can do at 82!"
"HA! That'll be something I'd love to see. But for now, rest easy, ok Ma'am?"
"Oh alright, just close the light on the way out. Goodnight dearie."
"Goodnight!"
As Onyx leaves the doorframe, and the sunset begins to draw upon the night, Ms.Portentum becomes cozy under her covers. But right before she heads herself to sleep fully, she takes a quick peak around her to ensure that no one is looking at what she's about to do. Once she assures herself she's in the clear, she pulls out a tile frame right by her bed, and reaches in for something very specific, and quite foreboding.
It's a glowing piece of Shapeface, from the scuffle a week prior.
It's still illuminating with Emotional Power, the colors dancing along the dark ceiling like a kaleidoscope. She puts the tile back, and holds the piece close to her arms & chest. Right as she's about to fall asleep, she whispers one last thing to it, as if she was speaking to someone quite important to her..
"In fact, I can still hear your songs now......."
----FIN----
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Rainbow Resonance!
FantasyWhat will your heart sing today? Find out as the emotions you get from music fuel the fantastical as a group of young individuals come together to vanquish enemies, discover themselves, and jam out with the beat of their souls! Will this band of bro...
