Cold Front (IC)

[Raveled]

Dragonfly's fractal blasts snaked past the Glacier King's defenses and tore away at his chest, shredding the primitive-looking clothes and revealing a broad, but thin chest. The villain raised his fists to the sky and bellowed again. "When I take my rightful place ruling this world, there will be no place for you to hide you devil, you terror! My legions will hound you from one horizon to the next, and when you are found I will --ACK!" He pitched forward, back shredded and smoking, and Dragonfly saw her friend leaning forward into the wind, one wrist blaster extended towards the villain.

"Never take your eyes off an enemy, 'King.' It's called situational awareness, a very handy skill." Ironclad stalked forward, her movements slow and grinding; apparently the ice crystals were still interfering with the servos. "Of course, it's easier when you have a high-powered sensor suite built into your state-of-the-art battlesuit, but a god should really have no excuse for being caught by surprise."

Ironclad stood over the fallen villain for a moment, then fired a capsule of sticky, gooey glue at him point-blank. It webbed him to the ground, hardening quickly in the cold wind. With that taken care of, she looked up and around at the howling walls of snow that still stood on every side. "Dragonfly," she said after a moment, "the storm's not going away. Er... he was making the storm, right?"

[Fox]

Dragonfly frowned, turning her face upward into the snow, trying in vain to glean some meaningful information from the swirling wind and snow. should have studied meteorology [bg=#555555]"Mmh. ....would have assumed so. Certainly seemed to have the power."[/bg]

Her armored head tilted, turning her attention back to Ironclad. [bg=#555555]"Possibilities - self-sustaining weather pattern, coincidence, sustained by hidden technological device, sustained by unknown magical force, sustained by concealed third party....? Made frequent references to 'our planet'; implies alien nature - space or extra-dimensional. Or just extra crazy. Always hard to tell."[/bg]

[Raveled]

Ironclad scanned their surroundings, her sensors working quickly through the different wavelengths until she noticed a spot of decidedly colder water deep in what remained of Lake MacKenzie. "Wait a moment," she said to Dragonfly and waded into the depths of the water. Her thrusters were still misfiring, but the lake wasn't nearly deep enough normally to impede her suit. She found an object at the bottom of the lake bed and, using her servo strength to drag it out to the shore.

The object was a sphere, almost three metres across, with a porthole in one side. At least, it seemed like it was supposed to be spherical; someone, likely the Glacier King, had ripped open a panel and messed with the guts of the machine, leaving a number of wires exposed to the air and forcing the metal into a shape not unlike a tuning fork. The fork was vibrating rapidly, and it air around it was noticeably colder. Ironclad made a face behind her mask. "Great. What do you want to bet that if we just rip it apart, it'll level the city or something?"

[Fox]

[bg=#555555]"With our luck? Sucker bet,"[/bg] Dragonfly snorted, tilting her head and deploying numerous little tools from her gauntlets as her suit built as complete a blueprint of the large device as it could. [bg=#555555]"Still. Might not have to destroy it. Mmh...."[/bg]

like a tuning fork - vibrational weather control? - unusual - possibly just a focus for some other effect - odd technology - assume working base principles - makes this energy conduit - capacitor? - resistor - switch - circuit - traces back to - ah - power - hello there Very very carefully the armored heroine isolated the wires that were running from the tuning fork to the odd green device, surgically snipping through them to cut the weather-altering device from the rest of the inner workings of the machine.

[Raveled]

Dragonfly's wire cutters snaked in among the tubes and connections, snipping the wires leading to the fist-sized, glowing green object. Ironclad held her breath for a long minute, but soon the tuning fork visibly slowed and the snow storm began... well, not settling exactly. Weather wasn't something you could turn on and off with a switch; the storm had quite a lot of stored energy left to expend. But walls forming the eye of the storm broke down and while the snow was falling more evenly, it was also falling more gently. The city was now visible from where the heroes stood on the shores of Lake MacKenzie, and the wind slowed to almost nothing. They could even see the temperature rising on their infrared vision; in a few hours it would be raining, not snowing anymore.

Ironclad punched the sky, giving Dragonfly's shoulder a shake. "Yeah, saved the day! Okay, all this water is going to have to get pumped back up to the lake and this guy is going to answer some questions in Blackstone -- but hey! Weird metal bubble to examine at the Lab! And a white Christmas, despite the meteorologists. I think this was a pretty good day, all things considered." She patted her friend's shoulder. "Merry Christmas, Dragonfly."

[Fox]

Dragonfly folded her tools back into her gauntlets as the machine powered back down (and after tying the wires up where they wouldn't short out anything). [bg=#555555]"Probably want to put it somewhere shielded. Don't trust mysterious glowing green power sources. Not wise."[/bg]

The heroine looked up into the falling snow, just...admiring it, for a moment. Villain-based or not, she had to admit it was a fairly welcome sight...provided she didn't have to go riding anywhere in it. not good for motorcycle traction [bg=#555555]"Merry Christmas, Ironclad."[/bg]