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Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other


Alfred stayed quiet, doing his best to pretend to not notice that the power had gone out. He had barely finished the spicy noodles that he had been granted in account of good behaviour within this prison when thay fateful event occurred, one that would, without a shadow of doubt, be the catalyst towards the beginning of an escape. His mind yearned for the freedom of the open sky, the cold winter air, the feeling of touching the clouds themselves. Or perhaps, that was the other half of his being, that primordial spirit that had once graced itself as a protector of mankind, only to be shackled in return. It wants to break free. They want to be free.

And so, Alfred put his gaze downward, placing his attention on the power suppressant that was mounted on his ankle. The blue light that signified that it was working properly began to dim in concert with the power grid of the station sputtering towards ineffectual silence.

"Ah, I see. So that's how it works.", Alfred pondered as he looked upon it with invariable scrutiny. "It's connected to the power grid too... such a spicy contraption couldn't possibly be powered by a battery... not at this small size."

Now, he just needed to wait for the perfect moment. Ameliya and that other person were going to begin a distraction soon, and when that time comes, he'll have to take this suppressant off, one way or another. It was clamped on through what seemed to be a keypad, but if it were to be made brittler by the application of cold, and then shattered with something strong enough, that might just do the trick-

Alfred turned. He noticed that Julia had taken off Kailani's muzzle. Perhaps the alien creature to whom he had donated all his silverware could be the answer. He leaned forward, whispering.

"You wouldn't mind breaking the piece of metal bound to my ankle, yeah? You can eat it after we take it off. Deal?"



Konstantin Salazar
The Wanderer


Interaction: No one. For now.





"Public menace, friend, and... who? These people just can't make up their minds!"

Konstantin quietly sat on a bench, taking in the cold winter wind that blew across the street. Anyone that bothered to take their attention towards this coat clad, sunglasses-wearing man might have thought he was a spy waiting for a colossal screw-up to happen somewhere, anywhere in the city, or a bored tourist that had been disappointed by what New York had to offer this year. Or just a guy that liked to read newspapers in an age when everyone just uses cellphones to look for news on the fly.

All of these couldn't be further from the truth, as he was the Wanderer; one of many vigilantes that ran around New York City now that the Avengers had disbanded and the greatest existential threats to humanity extinguished. His power, fueled by a magic gemstone embedded deep into an ancient necklace that he almost always wore, were of portals and solidified energy. The press called him the Wanderer because he often appeared in various crime spots seemingly at random, cornering criminals with a shield of energy that flickered with azure light. He certainly didn't use the same magic as the Sorcerers that some individuals might be familiar with, as the color schemes are quite different...

At times, he'd be bothered by people who were fans, which prompted him to wear facemasks and pretend to be sick almost all the time. Konstantin certainly had never killed anyone in the line of this 'job', so that was somewhat of a plus. It really was a wonder then why certain personalities had labeled this portal-maker a menace to the people when all he had done was help them.

Well, not in the past, anyway. But disappearing for five years had its effects on his worldview.

Still, he was bored. With the days leading up towards New Year's Eve getting rather dull, Konstantin had mostly been watching the news for something interesting. Politicians were being weird, and the police were less responsive than usual. All in all, he smelled a deeper conspiracy within a byzantine machination of organized crime, but there was little he could do to investigate. Most goons were rather unhelpful when it came to vital information, which made it harder to figure just what kind of madness was happening.

"Welp," Konstantin muttered to himself and opened up a portal that led towards one of the places he liked to dine in: Joey Dough's Pizza. Who didn't like pizza anyway?

Quickly, he strode through, closing the shimmering purple gateway with a flick of his wrist. He would quickly find himself face to face with at least three other vigilantes: Picture Perfect, Hi-Volt, and Jackpot. Are they in for an impromptu gathering now? Who's gonna be next.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?", Konstantin offered to the redhead man whose name he struggled to remember. "Just here to get myself a nice box of pizza."

We all kind of know each other, though...




Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other


When we get a couple of floors above we’re gonna have to make a pit stop to grab an inmate in Cell XIII; he’ll will help us with getting to the surface. So do you got any ideas that could help with the plan?” She said asking Locke. The only thing Mr.Q had given the means to escape their cells. There was not much else that could help them escape the asylum. “That fucker better know how to escape this hell hole.” She thought biting her lower lip.


Alfred could only listen in to the escape plan that the lot of them were brewing upon that place, his face painted in an unemotional poker expression. Even his mind was silent; the Frostbite itself was unsure of such an audacious attempt to leave this secure prison, the mother of all prisons, even. Not that there was a lot for him to do at such a location. It was underground, with very little space for his phoenix form's vast wingspan to manoeuvre.

"Apologies. I don't think I have a lot to contribute to the escape itself. Perhaps I can temporarily freeze pursuant guards in place, or form walls of ice to delay them, but with this place's hallways being as cramped as a plumbing tube, there will be very little space for my cryophoenix form to move around."

The cryomancer paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Despite that, I may be able to use my transformed state in the more spacious areas, but that's entirely... up to the air, one might say."

Yep, he just made a flight related pun. Of course he did.




Corvus Rodin Helstrom, the Arclight





Location: Inside a dilapidated building
Interaction - Quasar


"Arclight!" Quasar barked cheerfully. His voice crackled and popped as though it was being fed through an old timey radio. "I'm so glad you were nearby. I've found the base of operation of some nefarious drug runners for the Tracksuit mafia. You know, the ones who refer to everyone as their brother? I believe if we worked together, we could make short work of it."


And just like , Corvus yelped, almost shrieked in a high pitch even. "Ah! Lord lovin... Bloody hell mate, you just nearly scared me to death!" Corvus had nearly slid and fell down backwards towards the dusty concrete floor at Quasar's sudden zooming. He swore that he just spotted the cosmic entity floating in the street below and now that he was nearly out of the door...

"Okay, okay, I see. Tracksuits, doing their typical business in the city. In Christmas season... of course. That's just par the course for them, bloody idiots. Alright, love, we will have to show these strangely wholesome yet annoying tracksuit wearers the reason why drugs are bad."

Corvus looked down, quietly placing his hand on a holstered pistol, causing it to glow in a gold shine, if only a little bit. "That, and I'm a bit bored with nothing to do. Alrighty then, lead the way, space person."




Corvus Rodin Helston, the Arclight





Location: Rooftop, looking out from a sniper's scope
Interaction - Quasar
Mentions: Picture Perfect, Archangel


I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You, baby…


The lyrics of 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' wafted in from a nearby restaurant directly below Corvus' vantage point, filling his ears with that same tune that had been nearly played a hundred times today. It wasn't like he minded, but he often wished that they'd switch to something else after the first fifty times that this song had been blaring out. He had often told them to try other songs when Christmas came, but alas… Mr. Alonzo just liked it a bit too much. Old man didn't want anything to change, and so there it was, ringing out for the 101st time. He would sometimes scroll through Picture Perfect's Instagram feed, but that was just to pass the time a bit more. He just had dinner...

Corvus peered back into the scope of the antiquated Lee Enfield rifle; a precious relic that had been maintained for the last fifty or so years. It was used by his grandfather during the Second World War, a soldier that had barely evaded capture by the Wehrmacht during the evacuation of Dunkirk. When the war ended and the soldiers returned home, the gun was kept at home, maintained throughout the years as a display piece. That would have been the weapon's continual state… until the Chitauri attacked New York.

Corvus quickly banished those thoughts of the past as he focused upon the present. There wasn't anything in particular that he was looking or waiting for today; he was merely on a sort of patrol. Criminals were plentiful in these parts, so days weren't usually dull. So far though, there hasn't been anything. Maybe Kingpin had been gracious enough to lay off for the holidays, unlikely as that might be. Or the mafias and crime groups had been busy in their own private celebrations, perhaps?

*Caw*. The crow sitting on his shoulder, whose name was Ted, complained, letting out several cries that would have been quite out of place in Christmas season New York.

"What?" Corvus glanced towards the bird after whom he was named. "I just fed you five minutes ago. That wasn't enough?"

*Caw*.

"Okay, you want me to get up and go to another watchpoint?"
*Caw*

"You don't? Then what?"

*Caw*

"You want me to give Archangel some food? It's not like he's easy to find, big wings notwithstanding?"

*Caw*

Corvus simply shrugged, peering through the scopes once again… and lo and behold, he saw the incorporeal form of Quasar floating around an old mechanic shop right across the street. It wasn't that easy to see, but he had sharper eyes than what was humanly possible, so he saw it, somehow.

He and the Quasar knew each other, to an extent at least. Ted was a bit iffy around the space ghost, but he wasn't all that too terrified. For now, at least.

"Now does he have a phone…? No, unlikely…"

Corvus sighed. "I gotta come down there myself by the stairs, then…"

The man stuffed the gun into a cloth covering, and proceeded to walk down the stairs of that dilapidated building...




Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other


"You got caught for only killing ten men?" Ameliya asked in a bit of disbelief at Alfred, "you must have created one hell of a scene."


"Those ten men were undying, powerful sorcerers that, together, could level a city if they wanted.", Alfred curtly answered, lowering his gaze towards Ameliya. He didn't seem to be too pleased with trying to recall what happened back in Juneau, but the cryomancer and his spiritual symbiote did so anyway. "I was only able to defeat them because they weren't expecting an attack at the time, and they were all gathered in one place: the city council hall of Juneau. Perfect place for a lined up barrage of ice spikes to kill a group of powerful enemies."

Her hand reached out towards the little penguin, and the flame back in her hands flickered from her palm to her fingers. The fire then jumped from her hand and swirled around the small ice figure, melting into a tiny puddle.

Ameliya then looked back at Alfred, "Thought a quiet man like you would have been a bit smarter than that."


Alfred shrugged, seemingly not perturbed by the fact that Ameliya had turned his prized sculpture into a puddle of water… but he can always make more. "I'm not even sure who- or what, I am right now. Half-Human, half primordial spirit that wants nothing less than the total eradication of the fools that tried to shackle its power, bending its once hopeful benevolence into a twisted shadow of itself. "

One couldn't be sure if it really was Alfred that was talking now, or the Frostbite. It would probably be both, as they share the same mind, memories… even their quirks have melded somewhat. "It's fine if you don't understand. Not everyone gets to share memories with a ten thousand or so year old incarnation of one of the seasons, much less be the reason that it got free to begin with. Anyway-"

"Hey Alfie, here are your noodles." One of the guards walked close and placed a cup of noodles in front of him. "Spicy, just like you like them."

"Oh, thank you, my good sir.", Alfred answered with a slight bow. He immediately took the gift, slurping it in with the provided chopsticks.

"Why, ain't you the quietest and chillest inmate around here…" The guard soon walked off, getting away from sight. He was in a hurry, perhaps because it was time for his break.

Right now, though, Alfred was only listening. Waiting.
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