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

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

[quote]“Maybe we can measure how strong we are; if we tell each other what our superpowers are? I'm curious what you guys can do?” She didn’t care much for the pissing contest they were having; she wanted to see if they were useful enough for her plan. [/quote]

[color=7ea7d8]"Hmm, how do I say this…"[/color], Alfred leaned back on his seat, scratching his scruffy chin. 

The Frostbite whispered. [color=7ea7d8]"Tell her everything. I want to see how she reacts!"[/color]

Alfred mentally sighed at the words of his companion… symbiote spirit. It was proud and full of itself, if nothing else. [color=7ea7d8]"I'm a cyromancer, that much is obvious from the ice cubes that I've been dropping into this glass of water. That's just the tip of the iceberg though. I'm conjoined, united with a primordial spirit of winter. I can let it out, transform into a phoenix of ice. In that state, I… it can fly around, freeze things to death. Frostbite is what I call it… since that's the only name it would tell me. Either way, it can be a bit cranky…"[/color]

He looked down at the power suppressor on his ankle, sniffing. [color=7ea7d8]"With this on, I can't transform outside my cell. Would be nice to stretch my wings elsewhere… I hope so one day."[/color]

[quote]“I can’t get them through.” She stated simply, and for a moment naked longing was plain in the little extraterrestrial’s gaze as she peered at his place settings. Of course, then Alfred winked and it took her a moment to realize this must’ve been a joke. It was appropriate to laugh now, yes? She laughed just to be sure.[/quote]

Surely enough, Alfred let out a rather tamed chuckle at Kailani's antics, noting how she had absolutely no discomfort shoving those pieces of metal and ceramic into her mouth. He swore he could hear what sounded like the grinding of a hundred buzzsaws and welding machines from inside the alien to cut through the stainless steel… but a second of analyzing what was reality and what was not told him that was just his imagination.

[color=7ea7d8]"It really is just your imagination, but there is a grain of truth in it."[/color], Frostbite spoke with a chilling whisper that was at the same time rather comforting. It was as if the cold nature of its voice soothed Alfred's ears and mind. [color=7ea7d8]"That thing can eat literally anything, save for raw energy, perhaps."

"She might try to eat my hand."

"One does not bite the hand that feeds them."

"Ehhh… sure…"[/color]

[quote]Were we to engage." He said, matter-of-factly, ignoring Körbl's actual question. "I would kill you. And neither you nor anyone else'd be able to stop me."

There was a cold circle of steel that pressed itself at the base of Charon's neck. His own personal Guard. It wasn't a typical threat however. The weapon itself wouldn't really do much to dissuade Charon when he began to "work". Instead the Guard reminded him of the actual deterrent he now faced.

"Fortunately for you. Unfortunately for me. I won't be able to follow through on that fact. Not unless the implant added to me is temporarily turned off. Or removed."[/quote]

Alfred shrugged as the death threats were thrown around like candy in a children's party, except that the children were not children at all, but rather were a motley assortment of superpowered criminals that would kill and destroy at a whim. And there wasn't any candy in here… well, someone told him he smelled like mint. Who was that again? The cryomancer could hardly remember. Memory was a fickle thing when one's own mind is divided, theirs and at the same time not. 

Ah, right. Vikky, one of the guards assigned to his cell. She handed him mint candy a few times as if only to prove that point. Frostbite said that she was probably some college student that couldn't find a safer job to pay off her loans… poor girl.

[quote]"Hmph, perhaps the moment you can...transform, then I'll definitely come back for you."[/quote]

[color=7ea7d8]"Might be quite a while, then."[/color], Alfred replied, spinning the glass that he was holding. [color=7ea7d8]"I hope you can catch up when I'm… flying."[/color]

[quote]Just about to send over the flame to the wooden spoon and get rid of such rude pointing, she actually heard a question that made her stop and contemplate. Her hand closed and the flame left with it as she thought out loud, "Hmmm 142 contracts, and I believe 96 requested for the target's death"

She then shrugged nonchalantly, "but if you mean outside of my work, well I didn't keep count." [/quote]

Now the question was answered. [color=7ea7d8]"So the answer is 'yes'."[/color] Alfred nodded, flashing out a small penguin sculpture made from ice in but an instant. He gazed upon his creation, applying finishing touches where he saw them fit.

[color=7ea7d8]"Hmm."[/color], Alfred looked back at Ameliya. [color=7ea7d8]"We both have quite the body count, but yours is undoubtedly higher. I count ten sorcerers, who had shackled Frosty to their will for centuries, and a few dozen of their cohorts and guardians as casualties of my… ehem… crusade. There are more in the list…"[/color]

[quote]“Heeey! What's crackin' ma homies? Randy, long time no see! Abby, how's ma girl? Lookin' hot today Amy! Hey! Even Frosty the Snowbird is here! Oh and if it ain't my favorite bottomless pit!”[/quote]

[color=7ea7d8][i]"What in the ten thousand years of horrible, deathly existence did she just call me?"

"I call you Frosty too, though."

"You're the only one that's allowed to do that!"[/i][/color]

Alfred shrugged. The entreaties of the Frostbite were quite constant, but he wanted something or someone to break up the tense mood that all the strength talk had created on the table, and the arrival of Iris did just that. Her manner of speech reminded him of old friends, some of whom can no longer be counted amongst the living. Damn the Cabal…