Per had, naturally, spent the downtime after the mission daydreaming about some unnamed person. At least until his roommate came up and decided it'd be a good idea to terrorize her some more. After charring the hallway, she stormed off to the kitchen to grab some food and then hide out for a while in the sauna. It was somewhere between heating her soup by hand and when her pulse finally died down from the scare minutes before that the call came in. Per took it and said backup would be there soon, and then raced up the stairs to find Orren and the rest of the team. Within minutes they were all suited up and heading out.
The second they rounded the corner, Per froze. "No, no, no..." She backed up, her head shaking. "Oh hell no." This had to be some sort of sick joke. It had to be. There was no way this was real. No way. The entire street was drowning in ice. It covered everything, icicles hanging from ledges and snow swept to the sides where something had dug into the ice. It looked like it had been thrown around at random by some insane interior decorator. It gave off frigid air in waves and it was sneering at her with it's shiny teeth and Persephone didn't think it could get any worse until she spotted Fallout and the villain before him. She didn't need to see the ice coming from him to know he was the last person she ever wanted to see. Just the sight of him, covered completely by thick warm clothing, told her he had known to prepare for this - that he had caused this.
More than anything, she wanted to turn and run. Maybe scream a little as she went. Definitely lock herself in the sauna and refuse to leave until the sight of this scene was burned from her mind. But she knew a few things. One - she was the only one in the team of justice who could melt ice and resist being frozen for a little while. Two - the man had just hacked at Fallout, and resistant as his armor was, the look of the ice surrounding him was more than sinister. Three - the guy of her dreams, literally, was standing right next to her and now only did she want to seem impressive, but she knew if she tried to back out he would only look at her with those sapphire eyes and she would agree to do it no matter how much she didn't want to. So, she snuck a glance at Orren and then turned back to the scene and steeled herself. It was ice, but she was fire. She'd be okay. They needed her help. She could do this - Firefly could do this.
She stepped forward, starting to push out heat. Her feet radiated out through her boots and where she stepped, crystals turned to puddles. Her fingers wiggled and then dissolved into flames, and she moved further forward over the ice until she was close enough. She only had a few chances to do this before she would be considered a larger threat than who she was trying to save. In one fluid movement, her arms twirled and her body twisted and a rush of fire rushed forward through the air. It hit the ice covering Fallout, and before it had complete chance to dissipate another wave followed it. Spurts flew at the ice in rapid succession, rolling waves of flames beginning to melt the ice prison.
The second they rounded the corner, Per froze. "No, no, no..." She backed up, her head shaking. "Oh hell no." This had to be some sort of sick joke. It had to be. There was no way this was real. No way. The entire street was drowning in ice. It covered everything, icicles hanging from ledges and snow swept to the sides where something had dug into the ice. It looked like it had been thrown around at random by some insane interior decorator. It gave off frigid air in waves and it was sneering at her with it's shiny teeth and Persephone didn't think it could get any worse until she spotted Fallout and the villain before him. She didn't need to see the ice coming from him to know he was the last person she ever wanted to see. Just the sight of him, covered completely by thick warm clothing, told her he had known to prepare for this - that he had caused this.
More than anything, she wanted to turn and run. Maybe scream a little as she went. Definitely lock herself in the sauna and refuse to leave until the sight of this scene was burned from her mind. But she knew a few things. One - she was the only one in the team of justice who could melt ice and resist being frozen for a little while. Two - the man had just hacked at Fallout, and resistant as his armor was, the look of the ice surrounding him was more than sinister. Three - the guy of her dreams, literally, was standing right next to her and now only did she want to seem impressive, but she knew if she tried to back out he would only look at her with those sapphire eyes and she would agree to do it no matter how much she didn't want to. So, she snuck a glance at Orren and then turned back to the scene and steeled herself. It was ice, but she was fire. She'd be okay. They needed her help. She could do this - Firefly could do this.
She stepped forward, starting to push out heat. Her feet radiated out through her boots and where she stepped, crystals turned to puddles. Her fingers wiggled and then dissolved into flames, and she moved further forward over the ice until she was close enough. She only had a few chances to do this before she would be considered a larger threat than who she was trying to save. In one fluid movement, her arms twirled and her body twisted and a rush of fire rushed forward through the air. It hit the ice covering Fallout, and before it had complete chance to dissipate another wave followed it. Spurts flew at the ice in rapid succession, rolling waves of flames beginning to melt the ice prison.