Just when he thought the day couldn't get any better, Nixie asked for something magical, something that would really let Rroy show his true strength and power. A sly grin sneaked up on his face as his eyes hid behind that raven fringe of his. Head turning toward the ground, Rroy fought to suppress a rather dark sounding laugh. In the laugh's place came a small snicker, a cocky snort of sorts. "Why don't you tell me, princess?"

Stomping his right foot on the ground, a sheet of ice erupted from below his boot. As it slide across the roof's surface, his hands twisted up toward the air. Tangled in a fluttering motion that followed the fluttering patterns of butterflies mixed with the rhythm of dance, his body swayed to the breeze as if it sang to him. Whirling and twirling about, his hands shimmered as his eyes glowed blue. Blowing a held breathe from his lips, a cool chill kissed Nixie's pale cheeks before twirling up into her hair. Frail snowflakes started to shimmer down from the heavenly blue skies above and as they collided with the warmth of a body, they burst into magical stardust like powders. Glittering as they fell to the ground, the once snowflakes soon became nothing to the sun's warm rays of light.

Hands pulling moisture from the air, Rroy looked as if he were plucking apples from an invisible tree. With each pull down, a stream of frost would follow. With a simple flick of the wrist and circle of the finger, the frost danced above as if it were flames. Creeping onto his body and coating him in sequins of ice, Rroy began to glow and shine as the light reflected off the crystal flecks on his skin. If one was familiar with the sparkling vampires of Twilight, they might believe Rroy to be a Cullen.

Long, black lashes sliced through the air as his blue orbs vanished behind his eyelid. Silent and still, when Rroy's eyes opened again, the crimson orbs appeared. Bowing ever so gracefully, his hands outstretched behind him. If anything, one might say he looks like an Olympic figure skater with his form and glowing beauty. Arrogance all over his face, he could see that Nixie was still blind to his true abilities. Bringing his hand to his lip, he then directed it over the edge at what some would call a true work of art.

Standing about 12-feet tall stood a full body statue of Nixie made completely of ice. Ever last detail, to her wind tousled hair to the dark bags below her eyes were captured in this giant ice sculpture. Each wrinkle and rippled in her attire was there, showing off where the wear patterns were. She seemed simple, but elegant in her icy form. Nixie, if anything, could simply be a model if the right designer were to create clothes and designs for her.

Rroy stepped forward to really admire his work of art. While his hands flew through the air as he seemed to dance, he was secretly hard at work materializing this icy masterpiece. Bending forward, he waved a hand from Nixie to her sculpture. "Ice can be a truly wondrous thing, if you learn how to control it." Red eyes flashing blue, a grimace grew on Rroy's face. His set of flawless, white teeth appeared from behind his lips as he growled lightly. A contorted, almost ugly scowl seized his handsome features. A wrinkle grew between his brows. And then, his hands that once wrapped around his body shot outward before quickly caving back in on themselves. In that very moment, the ice sculpture exploded into a million lethal shards that hurled in every direction. Large, crystal points came shooting right at Nixie, but a large, sleek wall of ice grew up between her and the deadly ice crystals. Stomping his foot again, the ice vanished and the dancing flecks of ice in the air became nothing in the sun.

"But every rose has its thorns. Ice's destructive power has leveled civilizations, frozen many hearts, and turned man and animal wild." Looking away from the woman, Rroy found himself smiling. Oh how he loved destroying his beautiful work. It just felt so refreshing to smash and shatter things. But now was not the time to shed a tear on his perfection. No, now was the time to coax Nixie on.

"With time and proper training, you'll unleash your inner strength and let it come to life. We're all born with different abilities. It's how we use them that determine's our significance to the world."

Still standing on the roof, Rroy turned away from Nixie to overlook the grassy fields below. A coolness came to the air around him, a word of warning to those who knew its message.

"Have you anything else to ask?" He spoke to her with his back to her, a sure sign that he was done with her... for now. Sure enough, Nixie took the hint and wandered off on her own, leaving Rroy and Azelf to the roof. Grin sliding on his face, the male smirked. "I spy a ninja," he teased.

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Now, probably better than never, was the time to really put all his stunt skills to work. Unlike most actors, Arvin did all his own stunts and took quite a beating, but at least he learned how to fight, dodge, and do sweet tricks in the air. As an ax whizzed toward his body, Arvin found himself ducking, dodging, and rolling from its sharp blades. As he went to raise, the man took to his hands while his feet dangled above his head. Giving his body a good, quick twist to the right, he pushed off his hands and swung right. In the motion, his body flipped so that his feet were now on the ground. Running toward one of the axes that landed in the wall, he gave it a good, strong tug to break it free. As it ripped from the floor, Arvin whirled his body around to fling forth the ax. Only, he stopped just short of throwing it when lightning erupted from Gemini's fingertips.

Tripping backwards, Arvin tried to understand the situation at hand. Why did everyone keep talking about powers and abilities? Why did they all think they were 'freaks of nature.' Clearly, he was missing something. Or maybe they had too much water (clearly laced with something screwy!)?

Regaining his ground, Arvin bent to grab the ax when he saw something fly from the corner of his eyes. Green orbs dilating, he felt that bright light known as death give him a big kiss right on the lips. Surely, he couldn't dodge this attack and he would be dead in seconds. There was no way to escape the thrown axes, just no way.

No. There had to be a way. He didn't come here to die. He came here to prove his worth. He came here to find answers. And along the way, he found Rroy. There was no way he was about to die before seeing Rroy again. He had a focus now. He had a reason to fight, a reason to live.

In those blurred few seconds, Arvin found his courage and took a good hard fall onto the ground. Sure, the blade skinned him but the burn of that was better than bleeding out. With more blades coming his way, Arvin hissed at his luck. Why the hell were the axes only being shot at him? It just wasn't fair!

Enough was enough. With a somersault, he drew forth two axes. On the balls of his foot, he whipped his body around as if he were playing shot-put. As the axes sailed through the air, one landed with a large KUNK as the other cleaved off one of the robot's head. Well, at least one was down, right?

NOPE. Of course the little f---er had the strength to rise again. Peeved, Arvin sound himself rolling up imaginary sleeves. Veins and wrinkles popped up on his forehead as he went into his rage mode. He was beyond pissed at this point. Even with the others screaming, yelling, and doing whatever, he refused to come to terms with them. There was only one thing Arvin cared about and it was that ax throwing robot before him.

Frothing at the mouth (he's unaware of this), Arvin wiped his wet lips on his arm. Shaking off the access spit, he didn't even see the ground begin to steam the second his spit made contact with the floor. In fact, he didn't even notice the vile color green saliva he was producing.

Glaring down the enemy, Arvin waited for the ideal moment to charge forward. The moment the blades left the robot, he ducked and made his charge. With such passion, he lunged at the robotic foe. Hands colliding with the robot's arms, the two found themselves struggling for the upper hand. Sure, the robot was strong, but it lacked the passion needed to win. And, of course, it wasn't a dirty cheat like Arvin.

A smug grin crossed Arvin's features. Leg coming up, he kicked the bot from his grip before spitting at it. He was opting for the ultimate sign of disrespect, but when the green acid started to fray the robot and short its circuits, Arvin found himself stumbling backwards away from the monster. As he tried to scurry away, he discovered that his arms were sweating this hazardous looking yellow sweat. Panic set in as he frantically tried to swat the whatever off his skin. With no luck, he stopped, dropped, and rolled.

It seemed to work for the ground was now laced with corrosive acids that eat away at the floor. Body clear of the hazardous material, he skidded back to the group. "The f--- was that sh--!?" he panted with large, feral eyes.

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