xayah.
i return stronger than i left
EMERDOL TOWN HALL.
Streets stall for blocks, gridlocked. Groups of people make their way down the roads of Emerdol on foot instead, gawking.
At what?
A rainbow assortment of decorations, every color imaginable and more, paint the town—banners of the Five are draped from streetlights, every active electronic screen has the same channel playing the same video at the same time, and skyscrapers are lit up with an array of the most iconic superheroes' colors.
They say that it's easy to identify a tourist, if not by the way they look then by the way they act, but today, each and every person in the crowd blends together. Residents smile next to special celebratory attractions, take pictures in front of the city's most notable landmarks—Lacrimura HQ included—and hang around in lines to be the next to take pictures. Tourists breeze on by, walk through the city guidelessly—needing only to follow the tallest building around by far to get by—and focus on only one goal. One destination.
Emerdol Town Hall.
But from the skies, or wherever and however superheroes and wannabes alike are making their way to the city's center, it's hard to pay much attention to the crowd, much less differentiate them. Today is all about Lacrimura, and implicitly, all about them. Days such as these inflate the ego of even the most selfless people. Especially when an award awaits you at the end of it all.
On a large stage in front of rows and rows of chairs stands Mr. Avery Randell, second generation owner and CEO of Lacrimura and today's key speaker. Not many remember his face, only his name, and maybe that's what he wants. As he scans the venue for much needed last minute fixes, long and slow strides with hands clasped behind his back, today's speech plays over and over in his head.
The crowd will walk in and take a seat. Welcome all. Then, he'll thank the sponsors of today's celebrations. ...Especially my longtime business partner, Mr. Justice Verlice.
...And for their vigilant and faithful service to the city, the mayor has graciously given us the authority to bestow upon you all keys to the city. The wannabes will be in first two rows, today's honorees. Then, press. Then, the rest.
And behind himself, the Five. He turned to face them, scanning each of them as his eyes trailed down the nice line they stood in. He'd asked them to arrive early, demanded it really, and instructed them to say nothing. They need only wave, only smile at all their adoring fans. It was little things like this that reminded him of just how much power he, a single unpowered human, could wield. But, and this was a truth the CEO hated to admit, it was only because they let him.
His company's pride and joy. His personal eternal pain-in-the-asses. He could entrust Mileena with the task of keeping the rest in check, but never trusted her. Charlie, Liam, and the newbie made up most of the company's yearly legal expenses, and Lottie was nothing but a rags-to-riches poster child story that became less and less interesting over time. Maybe today was the perfect day for finding a replacement. For all of them.
As Mr. Randell turned back, he was met with the sight of filled seats and bated breaths. The time had come. Cameras were ready, wannabes attentive, and the audience had taken a seat. The excitement in the air was palpable, reminiscent of a cool wind on a hot spring day to Avery. It felt so, so very good and steeled his own nerves. Standing tall and center stage in front of a podium, his hand raised, immediately signaling the beginning of celebrations and the silencing of the crowd.
And then I end with a simple 'Thank you for coming.'
"Welcome all, denizens and peace-loving fans of superheroes everywhere, to the 25th anniversary of Lacrimura's founding."
miyabi mother of sorrows .V1LLAINISM._ Gao qunqun ravensunset blue-jay artemis. demonology Feral arthur morgan. erzulie Anne Boolean Tomomo
seating arrangement: wannabes up front, the Five behind Mr. Randell on stage, civilians, underlings, and villains behind the wannabes
Streets stall for blocks, gridlocked. Groups of people make their way down the roads of Emerdol on foot instead, gawking.
At what?
A rainbow assortment of decorations, every color imaginable and more, paint the town—banners of the Five are draped from streetlights, every active electronic screen has the same channel playing the same video at the same time, and skyscrapers are lit up with an array of the most iconic superheroes' colors.
They say that it's easy to identify a tourist, if not by the way they look then by the way they act, but today, each and every person in the crowd blends together. Residents smile next to special celebratory attractions, take pictures in front of the city's most notable landmarks—Lacrimura HQ included—and hang around in lines to be the next to take pictures. Tourists breeze on by, walk through the city guidelessly—needing only to follow the tallest building around by far to get by—and focus on only one goal. One destination.
Emerdol Town Hall.
But from the skies, or wherever and however superheroes and wannabes alike are making their way to the city's center, it's hard to pay much attention to the crowd, much less differentiate them. Today is all about Lacrimura, and implicitly, all about them. Days such as these inflate the ego of even the most selfless people. Especially when an award awaits you at the end of it all.
On a large stage in front of rows and rows of chairs stands Mr. Avery Randell, second generation owner and CEO of Lacrimura and today's key speaker. Not many remember his face, only his name, and maybe that's what he wants. As he scans the venue for much needed last minute fixes, long and slow strides with hands clasped behind his back, today's speech plays over and over in his head.
The crowd will walk in and take a seat. Welcome all. Then, he'll thank the sponsors of today's celebrations. ...Especially my longtime business partner, Mr. Justice Verlice.
...And for their vigilant and faithful service to the city, the mayor has graciously given us the authority to bestow upon you all keys to the city. The wannabes will be in first two rows, today's honorees. Then, press. Then, the rest.
And behind himself, the Five. He turned to face them, scanning each of them as his eyes trailed down the nice line they stood in. He'd asked them to arrive early, demanded it really, and instructed them to say nothing. They need only wave, only smile at all their adoring fans. It was little things like this that reminded him of just how much power he, a single unpowered human, could wield. But, and this was a truth the CEO hated to admit, it was only because they let him.
His company's pride and joy. His personal eternal pain-in-the-asses. He could entrust Mileena with the task of keeping the rest in check, but never trusted her. Charlie, Liam, and the newbie made up most of the company's yearly legal expenses, and Lottie was nothing but a rags-to-riches poster child story that became less and less interesting over time. Maybe today was the perfect day for finding a replacement. For all of them.
As Mr. Randell turned back, he was met with the sight of filled seats and bated breaths. The time had come. Cameras were ready, wannabes attentive, and the audience had taken a seat. The excitement in the air was palpable, reminiscent of a cool wind on a hot spring day to Avery. It felt so, so very good and steeled his own nerves. Standing tall and center stage in front of a podium, his hand raised, immediately signaling the beginning of celebrations and the silencing of the crowd.
And then I end with a simple 'Thank you for coming.'
"Welcome all, denizens and peace-loving fans of superheroes everywhere, to the 25th anniversary of Lacrimura's founding."
miyabi mother of sorrows .V1LLAINISM._ Gao qunqun ravensunset blue-jay artemis. demonology Feral arthur morgan. erzulie Anne Boolean Tomomo
seating arrangement: wannabes up front, the Five behind Mr. Randell on stage, civilians, underlings, and villains behind the wannabes
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