[color=white][center][h2]Love Craft: Icehouse Hideout[/h2][/center][/color]
As Lovely's hand grazed Everest's chest, their hand was profoundly chilled, an expected result if his body was crystallizing the air vapor. It was distinctly worth it though, as Everest reacted almost like a child. One could even see his face contort under the mask, but even if they couldn't, his deep voiced was distinctly a pitch or two higher. They giggled a bit, and stepped away, allowing Little Soldier Man and Chatterbox to say their pieces.

Head Hunter's introduction went off without a hitch, and Chatterbox's seemed like it was going to be even better, obviously because of his ability, but at the mention of Broker the Iceman "Froze." He and Broker seemed to work through the fact that Everest had no real meaning here, and that his sole purpose was to be eliminated. Everest scanned the room one last time before realizing he was screwed.

Everest extended his hand towards the Broker, crystalline icicles shooting out of his palm like one of HH's guns. Lovely tried to cover Broker, or at least soften the impact by creating a wall of hard flesh, but they weren't near enough to either Everest or Broker, and weren't ready to exert themselves like that. Luckily, every single shard missed, instead being imbedded in the wall behind Broker. As everyone struggled to react, Broker grabbed the victim's hand and held him in a death grip with a look that screamed "even if you die a thousand times, I'll never be happy."

As the target was sufficiently restrained and... unable to use his power? Lovely bit their lip. Was that Broker's power? The ability to nullify another's? She would need to ask him about it, while being sure to not incur his wrath. If he could stop their shifting, then the fight would be... well, a fifteen year-old versus an adult man. But they  was getting ahead of themselves, HH easily took care of the man, dissecting his neck sloppily. That was certainly a downside, even if he was the most eligible bachelor currently. Frankie wanted a partner who knew what they were doing with their hands.

But that didn't matter. As Everest lie on the ground, barely breathing, something felt particularly wrong about the experience. Frankie was no stranger to blood and guts. They had dissected animals before, and even taken a look inside their own body. But Everest lie there, still breathing ever so slightly, waiting to die. Frankie thought the least they could do was attempt to put them out of their misery. Frankie morphed a hand into a short, incredibly sharp blade and hardened it, before crouching over the almost-corpse. If Everest had any last words, he ought to say them now.