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Post by DekuNut on Sept 15, 2016 22:45:36 GMT -8
Christopher North feels bored. Like, really bored. He looks down at the equation sheet in front of him. Peanuts, all of it. He could do this in his sleep. Books can't keep his interest People are busy, and he isn't much for conversation right now anyways. Time to take an enthusiastic walk through town.
Making his way into the side streets off campus, he finds himself in a small, out of the way cul-de-sac. Laughing to himself, he forms his costume around him, then a mirror. Looking good. The icy mirror shatters into a million pieces. Time to play. He turns towards the row of houses and chooses one. With a wave of his hand, a large icicle appears in it, which he throws expertly into the window of the house, shattering it. Running towards the building, he jumps into the new opening and grins at the group of guys inside, "So, gentlemen," he says, bowing and removing his hat. His face has a cold smile etched onto it, "Who first?"
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Post by DekuNut on Sept 24, 2016 17:12:41 GMT -8
Everyone stayed still for a moment. Finally, one of the men in the house broke the silence, "What the fuck?" "Thank you for volunteering," Frost said. He took a step forward and grabbed the man's chest, freezing his blood solid. The man collapsed within moments, and he would die before too awfully long. Turning to the others, who were now obviously horrified, he forms a pair of ice daggers in his hands, stabbing at the two men. The first was met with a blade to the juggular, blood exploding everywhere. The other, however, was smart. He'd grabbed a wooden chair and held it out in front of him, using it to block the blows from the knives. Lifting the chair suddenly, he knocked the knives out of Frost's hands, then barreled into the cryomancer. Frost was knocked back, onto the ground. He just grinned, even as the man jumped down on top of him. Frost put up his hands in what seemed like self-defense, but as the man fell onto him, he produced a pair of icicles from his hands, penetrating through the man's chest and out the back. He stopped, gasping, inches from his attacker. Frost grins, watching the pain in the man's eyes. The blows weren't killing themselves, having punctured no organs, but blood loss would do him in for sure. Rolling his victim off of him, Frost stood up, stretched, and stepped out through the broken window. Neighbors had obviously taken notice at this point, and were watching out the window with scared looks. Some had their phones out, either to call the police or record the incident. Smiling a wide grin, he walked away, letting them feel the fear. This had been a good day.
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