Tramontane

Oh good heavens, it's Frankenstein's Sackperson! *Flees*

Before anybody asks, no, I'm not the abominable snowman.

Maybe Jack Frost.

Maybe.

GERMAN TOAST! *Devours*

It's not sexual at all. He just wanted to be like all the other cool superheroes who wore spandex, except that most superheroes are cool despite the spandex, not because of it.

I don't know if I can make this any more clear.

I'm an Ice guy.

An Ice Guy.

With, y'know. ICE.

Just a heads up, don't believe a word Snaerr says. It's spandex.

"I want it to be clarified that whatever else Azuria may have said about me, this is not spandex. It's an incredibly delicate polymer weave designed to repel all but the most extreme temperatures and inclement conditions. Absolute rubbish against most weapons, but um... it's still not spandex, dammit!"

Snaerr glanced around awkwardly, then silently accepted the Illusionist's handshake.

Sorry about my lateness, but tonight was fun. And Frostfire? Was frikkin' CANDY.

By the way, I still feel like we don't spend enough time RP-ing out of combat, so I vote we start doing unofficial hang-outs outside of our weekly levelling. Just for some character development and the like.

ETA: And that goes double for those of us who can't /make/ the weekly levelling sessions. This means you, Rumbles! Sky's totally buying you a round at some point!

Merciful christ, it's like eating an entire pig. Only with eggs were all the non-bacon parts should be.

Only in the barest and most technical sense- I was four and a half months old.

TPBM is a brunette. (Or a, um, bruno? Whatever the male version is. A brownhead.)

"Ooh! Me next, me next!" Snaerr bobbed excitedly in place, eliciting another unimpressed stare from Azuria as he floated into the portal.

As Snaerr slowly entered the portal, he felt the familiar jerking sensation, as if the portal were snagging at his skin, and grimaced. To this day, he wasn't sure if that was because his magic was incompatible with that of the portal or if everybody felt that, but it was obnoxious as-

Hell.

Well, it was pretty much what he'd expected. He'd read extensive catalogs of various astral explorers as they charted various Hells and the various denizens therein, but obviously, there were a lot more Hells than there were explorers, a lot more denizens than there were hells, and frankly, a lot more of his books that were full of crap than of the ones that weren't. So while most people wouldn't have found the desolate wasteland of barren rock and acidic viscous bodies of... well, acidic viscous stuff terribly comforting, it at least meant that he was in one of the more standard incarnations, and knowing something was the difficult part of surviving it.

On the other hand, he was about twenty yards from the car. He quickly flew alongside of it, then did a double-take.

"Hey, wasn't there a, um... something... behind the wheel when we got here?"

You only think that stack of money is money you saved with Geico. In truth, it's money HE saved with Geico, and then turned into his tiny spy with theme music.

However, the song "Somebody's Watching Me" is not a Nemesis plot, being, y'know, a song.

I'm really quite happy that my four food groups aren't "Salmon, chicken, cream, and tuna", thanks.

TPBM thinks I'm a cat-snob.

No. Thankfully.

TPBM is wearing shorts.

Toigah, the Rookery is in a constant state of explosion and contraction.

Like the Universe.

ETA: Or Detra.

Yeah, Snaerr's a straight Ice/Ice blaster. When he gets his mastery he'll be an Ice/Ice/Cold blaster. Just about what it says on the tin.

Right on, Keithicus, but could you possibly perhaps maybe consider possibly providing a short description of your character? (Powersets and background, anyway?)

It's my inner D&D junkie speaking, humor me. >.>;;

Not even remotely.

TPBM has a slight weight problem?

Not a cat person. Sorry.

TPBM thinks ice should have been one of the classical elements.

Snaerr stared at Sage for several long moments, gave Azuria an accusing glare, then sighed and floated a few feet into the air, a thin sheen of chilling mist emanating from his body.

"I can fly faster than a car, and I don't trust you behind the wheel of a pair of sneakers, much less an actual vehicle. Shall we?"

*Begins freezing the snow into hail as it falls*

WHEEEEEEEEEEE~