[center][color=7ea7d8][h1]Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite[/h1]
[i]Never One...

Without the Other[/i][/color][/center]

Alfred continued to create ice sculptures inside his cell, forming rather exquisite works of art. The other prisoners kept on screaming and shouting though, and when it got rather intense, a blood vessel in his brain twitched. A moment of irritation took hold of the cryomancer's mood as an extremely ill timed shout about 'killing every single little bastard in this prison' caused him to slip, shooting an ice spike towards the wall. He was by no means pleased by it, even if he had hardened his mind against the constant adulations and roaring that reverberated throughout the corridors of their deep asylum. Sometimes, too much was too much. 

Alfred could only sigh. The well sculpted statue of the Frostbite's avian form had been marred, the horn on top of its head blown away by the previous blast. He was so close, as close as a master craftsman's thread through a needle's eye, only for some low-life to disrupt his concentration…

[color=7ea7d8]"They are lowly beings."[/color], the Frostbite reminded him from the back of his head. [color=7ea7d8]"These… things. They are here not because they committed great crimes in the service of a glorious purpose or for simple retribution against ancient wrongs… but rather, only because they are degenerates that merely wish to kill and eat."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"Fair enough…"[/color], Alfred replied, reforming the statue's nose horn. [color=7ea7d8]"Degenerates, huh. That is a strong word."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"The Cabal are degenerates, and so are these creatures! You're the odd one out, or course, for our minds are in absolute sync, you are me and I am you..."[/color]

"[color=7ea7d8]Never one…"[/color], Alfred answered, applying some finishing touches to the statue just as the Frostbite itself finished the whole phrase, [color=7ea7d8]"...without the other."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"Maybe we should call ourselves Kindred,"[/color] the Frostbite said with an eerie chuckle, [color=7ea7d8]"Just like that unitary being in that game you played…"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"They're the Lamb and the Wolf, it wouldn't make sense."

"You're the Lamb and I'm the Wolf, in that case."[/color]

As if in cue to end their inward conversation, the door swung open, revealing a pair of guards waiting outside. One of them wielded a flamethrower, while the other had a taser ready on his belt and the power suppressor on his hand. "Come on, Gunther. And Frostbite. Whatever you go by these days."

[color=7ea7d8]"You can call us Frosther, because we're one."[/color], Alfred answered, much to the guards' bewilderment. [color=7ea7d8]"Oh, hello Terry, my favourite guard. Did you rebond your hair? You look fabulous today."[/color]

The guard with the flamethrower barely stifled a chuckle. Alfred had been one of the most well mannered inmates here, and was pretty chill. Chill… How fitting.

"I did, now get out of there and put the suppressant on, you're having breakfast."

[color=7ea7d8]"I hope you got me darjeeling tea like we talked about last time?"[/color]

"...no, sorry."

[color=7ea7d8]"Sad."[/color]

Alfred was soon escorted out of the cell and brought towards the mess hall, where villainous personalities and eldritch monsters mingled with one another. Frostbite always said that it was a ticking time bomb waiting to happen. Alfred thought the same, or perhaps not at the same time.

Sitting down, he found himself just opposite of the one named the Atom Bomb. He could barely remember what she was here for, but her title should say just enough. 

And she told a joke. Cannibals and a clown. 

[color=7ea7d8]"Hmm. Funny."[/color], Alfred chuckled ever so slightly as he ate what passed for good in these halls, though he was granted those spicy noodles every now and then because he was so well mannered and nice. [color=7ea7d8]"Now that's a… fitting joke to be told here, where we do have cannibals and at least one person in a clown outfit."[/color]

The cryomancer kept eating, trying really hard not to make eye contact with anyone.