"Ah! I'm so sorry about that!" A male voice, with a heavy Russian accent exclaims. This voice belongs to Kholodny Zima, who rapidly jerks his hand back from the large bouncer at the door. "I swear that doesn't usually happen! I'm just a little bit nervous. This is my first time here, and I was hoping I could sign up to join." A little nervous is an understatement. This is the spot for superheroes of all power levels, many of who Khold has heard with their amazing heroics and saving the day and whatnot, and to say he feels a little outclassed wouldn't be doing the feeling justice at all. So yeah, he's nervous as hell. And as such, well. Looking down at the hand of the bouncer, who Kholodny now knows as Blockbuster, from looking at the name tag, there is a fine sheen of frost across his glove.
"Th-That's actually one of the reasons I came here. When I get under pressure I have to really pay attention or my power goes a little bit wacky. I can get rid of it though!" With a wave of his hand, the frost vaporizes into thin air, leaving the man's glove spotless once more. "I'm sorry about that Blockbuster. But ah, if you'll excuse me, I probably shouldn't be keeping you from everyone else trying to come in." Rushing past the two at the door with a burst of wind behind him, all he leaves behind is a couple of snowflakes that had begun to form.
"Kholodny. That was a disgrace, you know that. The whole point of coming here is to stop being such a little pansy, yes?" Oh, what's that voice? A very thick and heavy Russian man begins to speak inside Kholodny's head. This is no normal man however! This voice belongs to Stribog, the Russian god of Ice and the Four Winds. "Yes yes, I know that Stribog, I really do. But sometimes, I can't help it! That dude was HUGE! He probably could have crushed me without a thought!"
"Kholodny, he wouldn't have done that. You're a prospective superhero, and if they can see power potential, a strong one at that. There's no way you wouldn't make it in here, frozen glove or not. Just calm down, relax, and everything will be okay."
"I know Stribog, I know that, but-" Kholodny cuts himself off mid thought as a rush of wind indicates to him a sudden movement in about twelve people around the room. Nice thing about being able to control the wind, he's able to read motions far more easily than the average person. Its sudden enough to make him cut himself off, cause damn, whatever is going on feels important as hell. Walking up to the front desk, nervously, and carefully, but full of good intentions in his heart, he tries to keep his powers as under wraps as possible, and mostly succeeds. There's no freezing in the air at least, but people will still probably be able to feel a cool breeze around him. "Y-Yes, hello. I heard something about registration? I-Is there anyway I could get in on that?" Khold doesn't see the problem here, with what all the guards and things. He thinks this is just the procedure for welcoming new superheroes. I mean, we never know what sort of nefarious villains could be trying to sneak in here, right? Gotta make sure when someone registers, that there's plenty of guards, just in case. They probably never see any action. Doesn't make him any less nervous, so he's probably right up there with Doppler on the nervous scale, for probably about the same reasons. Though unfortunately for Doppler, even though Khold is standing right next to him at this point, he's bundled up in more clothes than you can see on him right now. I'm counting two coats, three shirts, a couple scarfs, and thick hat, and a pair of sweatpants under a pair of jeans. There is literally no open skin other than like, his cheeks. So no power stealing for Doppler when it comes to Khold, not that Kholodny knows about that. And why on Earth would a nervous man like Khold just walk into the middle of a ring of superpowered bodyguards? Its actually very simple. Kholodny is a nervous wreck, but his instincts and perceptual awareness are second to none. His instincts have accustomed him to being able to sense and react to danger faster than anyone he's ever met. He feels no danger directed him at by these people, so he doesn't feel scared to walk through them to get to the front desk.