[color=white][center][h2]Love Craft: Icehouse Hideout[/h2][/center][/color]
As Broker nodded to them, Frankie too nodded at Broker for his explanation as to why Headhunter was on the team. To keep them all safe. One had to crack a few eggs to get to the bottom of things, that's always how it went down, and if the kitchen got to hot to handle the Little Soldier Man was to put them on ice. Permanently.

But then something awful happened. One of the worst things to occur in recent memory. A moment so monumentally awkward that Frankie was unsure how to respond. Chatterbox, living up to his name, spoke volumes about the kind of person he was when they put on their public display. It was obvious he was pompous, his foppish clothing making much more sense now. He seemed to try every trick in the book to annoy Broker (none of them seeming to work) and insisting he wouldn't be strung along. He assumed they all wanted to be "part of the big leagues" when the truth couldn't be more different. Both of the team's other two members were fairly quiet people, and Frankie, as much as they liked to tease people, was only in this for scientific discovery.

A moment after Chatterbox finished his spiel, the quiet girl revealed her name, Sofia. In response to Chatterbox's display, Broker displayed a proportionate amount of snarky displeasure. He was not bothered by the actions (if he was he hid it well) and had no issues revealing his end game plans if Chatterbox was officially part of their club. Frankie was genuinely unsure if he was honestly. He certainly loved to be given attention for one...

But that didn't matter right now, there was, apparently, another member coming in. Except they weren't a true member, they were some sort of double agent bent on sabotage, if Frankie understood correctly. They were to make sure he wouldn't leave before the Little Soldier Man assassinated them. For a second, Frankie felt reprehensible. This was someone who didn't know what they were getting into, right? Maybe they could be trying to make amends? But then, they were a parahuman. And one had to break a few eggs to make an omelet, and their father would be quite proud...

The man entered the warehouse right on queue, and he was indeed a parahuman. A tall, muscular man, a woman's dream, and Frankie's dream too. He was a Breaker, one of the more interesting trigger events, as he seemed to emit cool, even air particles crystallizing on his form. He would be a very fun study.

Frankie took the initiative. As Everest introduced himself, Frankie stood up from their seat and began walking over to them. [b]"Ah, last but certainly not least. It's very nice to make your acquaintance sir. May I say, you have quite the build~."[/b] They complimented, giving the villain a once over. [b]"We've all introduced out power, mine being flexibility,"[/b] The scientist said, stretching her flesh and giving it a slight elastic feel as they moved their hand over to stroke the victim's chest. [b]"Anything you'd like to tell us? I ain't the kinda person to just kiss and tell, so you're secret is safe with me."[/b] They assured. In all honestly, Frankie was just getting themselves worked up, excited to pull their very first experiment with father.