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

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

[quote] "Hehehe! He gets it!" before suggestively pointing down at his own lap.  His giggles soon died off and, under his own breath, he said "Bonehead tells it better, I guess..."

With that, he shoved another slice of peach into his mouth.  "By ah' way," he began as he chewed.  "Who ahr yoo guys a'eeway?"  His lips audibly smacked  between each word.  "I'uh Jack"  He swallowed.  "Jack Brennan.  Entrepreneur.  I'm a guy that knows how to get things," he lied.  In Jack's mind, value was it's own protection.  If Jack was good for something, maybe he wouldn't be given a hard time by the other inmates.  [/quote]

Alfred gave Jack a humorous wink on top of a barely contained chuckle, appreciating that he alone was able to receive the joke that the atomic woman blurted out when they had first sat around this miserable table in this miserable prison, with miserable food to boot. Add the miserable people in it, and their circus of misery is complete. Though as the Frostbite often said, many of these things, creatures of legend and myth, and criminals and killers of the highest order do deserve do be in here... but not them. The Frostbite and its host, no, its [i]partner[/i], only seek to destroy a council of villains, and their allied councils of evildoers that merely happened to be viciously wealthy, so that they may evade the clutches of justice with only the touch of a button. They should be out there...

[color=7ea7d8]"I'm Alfred Gunther, from Juneau, Alaska. And in here," he pointed to himself,  "Is a cranky winter spirit that is as old as the world itself... Oh, don't you hear that? He says that you're... uh... 'more tolerable than the others'. Well, don't mind that."[/color]

Then a few more people came towards the table and sat upon the seats. There was that one known as Ameliya-

[color=7ea7d8][i]"Too fiery for my taste."[/i][/color], the Frostbite grumbled within Alfred's mind as the fire woman strode into view. [i][color=7ea7d8]"With that kind of attitude, she will never have a chance of escape. They will always be watching her."[/color][/i]

[i][color=7ea7d8]"Aren't all pyrokinetics... hot headed?"

"No. My sister, the Summer Blaze, is not a fool."[/color][/i]

Someone with a German sounding name sat down as well, asking for strength. Or rather, asking Jack if he was strong. Strong? Maybe, since he has the build. But why ask that kind of question here?

[i][color=7ea7d8]"Don't you recall, Alfie?"[/color][/i], Frostbite once again interjected. [color=7ea7d8][i]"This one asks other prisoners about who's strong and then marks them for single combat. Truly a vain one, seeking to validate their own strength through comparisons with others."[/i][/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"... I see..."

"I mean, if you want to fight, then at least have the decency to make sure it's a fair battle with both parties at full, uninhibited strength! Not like we can do that in these halls, but you get the point."

"Fair enough, Frosty."[/color]

Then there was the rotting ghoul, Randolph. Alfred made sure to gulp all the food down before the smell of rot entered his nostrils, since he knew that he would probably lose all his appetite if such an offensive scent assaulted his nose. So by the time Randolph actually got down, Alfred had finished eating, leaving only a clean slate of a tray in front of him.

A few other characters arrived in the scene. The so-named Arc Dragon, the demoness Reuyn... or was it Rueyn? Ruin? Ruyn- ah fu-

[quote]"We really talking about strength in a place like this?" She scoffed before shoving a spoon full of muck into her mouth.[/quote]

[color=7ea7d8]"Furthermore, what kind of strength would that even [i]refer[/i] to? The strength of one's punches, how much devastation can be brought into a given area, how much fear could be inflicted?"[/color]

Alfred dropped several icecubes into his glass of water and sipped from it. [color=7ea7d8]"Power cannot be measured through any one standard alone. And it is my opinion that brute strength is simply the least of all powers one can have. Ehem. Anyway. I may seem small and insignificant in appearance, but I had destroyed a whole council of sorcerers. One of the ten did escape, but the fool ran into a portal. Poor Frosty still feels unfinished about the whole affair."[/color]

[quote] “Ya guys should lay off on her; She’s been through enough already...we all have.” This got her a smack with the bud of the cattle prod. “Shut up.” The burned-hand guard shouted. Abby spat some blood on the tray below her; “Fuckin piss ant.” She cursed with a sneer on her face. 
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Alfred was almost inclined to say something as well, but held his words until after the guard was already far from earshot. [color=7ea7d8]"Well that went swimmingly..."[/color], the cryomancer said, shrugging. [color=7ea7d8]"Try to be [i]chill[/i] with them, if you get what I mean. That's how I got them to give me my requested spicy noodles at lunch times. It's a good break from the muck we usually get."[/color]