[b]"Ladies and Gentlemen, be careful today! We have record breaking temperatures recorded all across the state, reaching a high of 130 in Orlando! Heat stroke will set in very quickly, so stay hydrated and stay indoors if at all possible"[/b] 

Drawing the stares of everyone on the street, though not for long, as they are all too busy trying to get where they are going without spontaneously combusting, Kholodny Zima shivers. "Man, I'm freezing here. 130 degrees my ass. It feels like the dead of winter to me. Though, I suppose that's normal. It always feels like winter to me." He sighs and continues walking, all bundled up in his oversized blue goose feather coat, with his sweater and shirt underneath. [i] "Kholdny. It has been 27 years that you have lived with me. How is it that you have not gotten used to the cold yet?" [/i] Stribog, God of the Winds, interjects his moping with a question. It is a question that he asks at least once a week, more as a little jab at Kholodny than a serious question now. Stribog and Zima are buddies. "You know exactly how. Its fucking cold man! I have to deal with my balls freezing ALL the time! I thought moving to Florida would take care of that but noooooo. Its cold. Its always cold. I hate it." Kholodny hangs his head, his voice dropping. "I just want to experience one day where I can be warm." What a whiner. 

He shrugs and keeps moving on. Not too much he can actually do about it he supposes. It is useful for somethings, rarely. Like that one time he got mugged. That dude really did not expect getting a literal cold shoulder. He probably lost his arm to frostbite. Serves him right. Kholodny bout had a damn heart attack, and it took him more than an hour to get his legs to stop shaking and his teeth to stop chattering. Oh well. "Brrrr. Why does it feel like its getting even colder!? God DAMNIT. I haaaaaaaate this." He looks up and, what the hell? Is that a- Oh no. Why is there a blizzard moving towards him? It looks like a little localized tornado of snow. This sucks. "Stribog, do you know anything about this?" [i] "I may." [/i] "I-Is that it!? Thats not helpful at all!" He jumps backward and catches a breeze to help him do a backflip and spin in the air to land 15 feet away, his body now facing in the opposite direction. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" Kholodny curses, taking off in a completely vain attempt to run away, not even bothering to find out whats going on, that would just waste time. He doesn't want to deal with a single iota of this bullshit. He's fucking terrified of this and whatever it may lead too. His legs are shaking, and he trips. Mother. Fuck. 

Welp, there it is, game over. The little tornado catches up to him, and in a violent whirl of snow and ice, Kholodny Zima gets swept up and whisked away. He's going to hate this.

"You have got to be fucking shitting me." Yep, that's how this day is going Kholodny. "What-no, where-no, Jesus christ what the FUCK just happened! This is bullshit. Absolutely bullshit." Kholodny mumbles into the ground, his face down into the cold (Of course) hard floor. What is this floor? Marble? Granite? Doesn't matter. He puts his hands on the floor and pushes, slowly and unhappily getting up off his ass. "Fucking bullshit. Blizzard tornado in Florida on the hottest day of the year. Is this an anime? I swear to god." He shuts off communication from Stribog for a little bit, he wants nothing to do with whatever that old Russian bastard set up or has to say right now. "I hate this. Someone's gonna punch me in the face, I just know it." Goddamnit this is terrifying. He doesn't want to be here at all, his heart is racing, knees weak, arms spaghetti. 

Looking around the gigantic room, he spots three things. One, giant army. Two, giant skeleton dude. Three, normal looking girl with a cigar. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. This is ridiculous. Okay so, no one's fighting, and they honestly don't look like they'd kill me? Maybe? Oh fuck, I don't know. I guess my best bet would honestly be to go to the girl and skeleton dude? He looks important? Probably knows Im here already? Fuuuck. Im gonna die. This is it, the end of my life." He sniffs a little bit, voice shaking and stammering as he whines. He decides to take it low and slow, getting back on his stomach, his palms out in front of him. "Okay, time to do my patented sneaking technique. 'Cold Penguin Escapes Seal.'" Using his powers, he ices over the floor directly underneath his stomach, no more, and no less. That way, there's no visible trail of ice, he doesn't have to exert power, and the ice melts as soon as he's moved on, leaving no trace. Plus, ice this cold is frictionless, letting him move without a sound. He aims towards the girl and begins to move slowly, silently. "Oh fuck, I should probably stop before I actually get over there or I might scare her and she'll hit me. But I'm the one scared here!" He thinks to himself, sobbing on the inside. So once he gets within 20 feet, easily within viewing distance of the Skeleton (Who he is DESPERATELY trying to ignore for fear of a heart attack) he takes a deep breath and stands, the ice melting from underneath him. With shaking legs and a heart beating so quickly it feels like its going to burst, he steps forward to about 5 feet behind the woman, making sure his footsteps can be heard, against all normal instinct screaming at him. "E-E-E-Excu-Excuse me. I would like to not die, and to know wh-what I'm doing here. Plea-please don't kill me or beat me up." This is a sentence directed at, but not specifically TO the woman or Skeleton in front of him. He don't know what the fuck is going on.