RP:Cobain meets Riotka

Open Room

Upon entering this room, a deep chill rushes down to the bones that fill your structure. The first things that you notice are the various ice crystals that line the room. The ice sculptures that fill the once bare room take your breath away. This much you can see as your own breath is turned to a clouded mist. . There is a window to the south, and through it the path to this place is visible. It does look like it would be a nice place to live, given some furnishings, and then it would be a very nice place to call home given a bit of warmth. A door to your north leads back out into the hall.

You looked at Cobain. You walks into the room. Steam pouring from his nose as he walks around the ice sculptures. The cold never bothered him, he had hunted in worse places than this. His gaze falls to a crystal before looking upon the draconian on the other side of the room. Cobain sits in the center of the room facing the window. Legs crossed eyes closed as he focuses on his power. Ice crystals line the once bare room, the coldness one might experience when walking around in a mid winters midnight fills the room. Yet the light hued humanoid appears to be unscathed by such a harsh temperature. Rather it seems he�s quite enjoying it. Behind him span wings that from a distance would be made of crystal. But upon closer inspection one would find that they are indeed made of pure ice. 4 feet in length from tip to the males back with various rune designs carved into the base. With his hands inches away from his chest, a small blue orb can be seen perhaps the creation of the mature mage.

You spied the figure by the window for a moment, watching his engaged with his crystals. Walking around the room as he runs his hands over a beautiful ice swan. His steps soft as to not poise a distraction from this man. Thinking back on all the strange and exotic places he had trained. This place was no different. As he eyed over the wings he determined that this being was not a full dragon, yet his smell...Sitting on the edge of a large sculpture of a large man Riotka tucks a pendent into his armor and adjust to watch the man as so the sword on his back wouldn't scrape anything.

Cobain �s runes on his wings start to glow as he tries to continue his meditation. Soft spoken words emit from his maw �lae si stharl tenpiswo vur slowly close sia fiexnah si clax voga deep breath vur feel wer suaco dolruth erekess sia mamiss� As he speaks the blue orb changes hues growing to an aqua color. �ve out di sia time

Cobain �s runes on his wings start to glow as he tries to continue his meditation. Soft spoken words emit from his maw �lae si stharl tenpiswo vur slowly close sia fiexnah si clax voga deep breath vur feel wer suaco dolruth erekess sia mamiss� As he speaks the blue orb changes hues growing to an aqua color. �ve out di sia time i'm wer ir svaust loves wux thric selgtarn xuut usv right vur everyday si hold wux si hold wux mrith sia inner vrak� The orb changes to an icy blue hue suddenly the temperature of the room drops as the orb grows to the size of a small basketball.

You tugs up his cloak around him, as he started to collect a bit of ice himself. Watching this 'ice show' he pondered to himself the use of this great ball of ice. As he tosses the idea in his head he watches intently, it's would seem he his putting a great amount of force and effort into this.

Cobain growls as his iced hued optics open, his home for the past weeks has been invaded, and by one of the few he had been running from. His eyes opening slowly Carefully as one would deal with a sleeping infant he moves his hands around the orb. Placing the left hand on top while the right hand positioned itself below the sphere�s base though neither hand comes into contact. �What is it you want?� he snarls irritated that his tranquility had been interrupted. �Your heat gave your presence off dragon�

You smiles half way, "Oh the heat ...?just give my body a moment and soon i'll be as cold as this room." he head moves slightly from side to side. He stood up and as he walked to the grumbling man he shifted to his dragon form. His scales and body taking a light blue hue as he got colder. Crawling half way up a large woman of ice he turns his head back. "And beware the way you say dragon......" he didn't bother finishing the sentence the threat was implied in th tone and the gaze. shifting his weight again he gazed out the window. "My want are none of your concern. You aren't Prek so i have no use for you right now any way."

Cobain �s eyes fallow the being as he crawls around his home The orb still being cradled like a child as the cryomage smiles as he makes his way to one of the earlier statues he had created. �Your wants may not be of my concern, but your presence in my home is.� Though it wasn�t truthfully his by hollow law, the room which he decorated with the statues and other various figures even brought down to his own temperature made it his in his mind. Ignoring the threat he looks into the blue orb, which due to the size had shifted back to the original blue hue.

You glided silently and moved even quicker while making no noise. By this time his body had become near as chilly as the room. Surly unnoticed by the draconian. peering over his shoulder at the blue orb he said, " It's vary pretty, I wish my art could be used to make things of that nature..." pausing for a moment then stepping back a few paces to admire another of the statues. "Funny, I've been here before, yet you are not the same person declaring to be the owner..." he glanced back, "It's of no matter to me though. And i do apologize for interrupting you." canting his head slightly to the side. "I'm Master Riotka dear Sir, and what do they call you young ice mage?"

Cobain inclined his head as to offer a greeting the same rank of shaking ones hand �My name is one different from that which they call me, I am known to this world as Frost. Though those who know me by that name are few and far in between� his eyes and focus yet to leave the orb since the conversation started. The blue orb once again changed to the aqua hue. A small glimmer of the ice hue can be seen in the middle but the power to make it full has yet to emerge. �As for this, it�s not easy to produce, but anyone can learn to create it�

You sighed, "Ah yes but creating something, much less a beautiful something must bear such a feeling of accomplishment and fulfillment." he sighed again as he found a dragon towards the other side of the room. "It's a pleasure to meet you Frost." Riotka shifted forms again seamlessly looking up at the art. "I am the one who clears the way for those like you to create. Destruction can be a beautiful thing too sometimes..." he moved back to the woman and with the tip of his now glowing bladed-wrist band he boar a hole into her hand and placed a beautiful blue rose in her hand. Stepping back he now awed the sight. "Now i must ask how long does one of these keep when you go away from....home." Riotka smirked.

Cobain had taken a mental note out of the corner of his eye of the �addition� to the iced woman. Halting the growth of the orb, which was in his possession. He locks his eyes onto the shape-shifting creature as the hat of salesmen came on though he was not looking for profit just acknowledgement. He smiles behind the mask �When I leave, due to the natural temperature of the room they are to possibly never melt.

You smiles at the piece, then turns and moves away. "Indeed they are fine works....due to your skill i am to assume you make these without hammer or any such tools." A wide smile creeps across his face "So if you were to craft a weapon what is it's life outside....must be a few days for sure with your skill." Riotka stretches, but looking unsatisfied looks towards the window and the sky line it reveals.

Cobain sighs �While I mostly form the objects with just the winds and water alone, they don�t allow much control for detail. For which I bring in a small dagger for the eyes and various curves and notches.� He contemplates the idea of the �Ice weapon� of sorts for a bit before answering �As for the weapon I suppose it would depend on the type of weapon as, a Staff requires more structure then say a sword or a dagger. The staff would last longer, but such also depend on the user�s body temperature when wielding the weapon and the temperature of the environment where it is used. An undead with their cold skin could use it longer then a lycan that has blood pulsing though them at a high rate producing more heat.

Cobain inclines his head with a slight bit of blush forming behind his mask �Indeed, one must take up a hobby When removed from society, or they will drive them self off the edge. And why take up a hobby if you only intend to finish it half way?

You nods in agreement, "I totally agree with you, the difference being that my tool is the sword and not the ice. When one dedicates his whole mind and soul to something there are no limits to one's ability with the exceptions of the ones we place on our selves." He moved to the window and gazed out. "I fail to understand why someone would willingly give their lives to another...how does one reason that without admitting and submitting to weakness." he drifted off as if lost in thought. Obviously having several lives already sworn to him.