INTRO(verted)

[icelated]

WHO: elsa and OPEN
WHERE: wandering around heropa's residential area.
WHEN: february 14th
WHAT: trying to get acclimated. summers can get warm in arendelle, but it's never this humid.
WARNINGS: idk i might do ice puns

[there's a part of her that still thinks this to be a dream. what happened back home, what's happening right now, and while her fingers pressing against the foreign markings on her arm are some physical means of keeping her rooted in the here and now, she's still sure she'd wake up.

they had dropped her off in front of where she, supposedly, was meant to live, and while the calming serenity of four walls and a door would be welcomed, right now she needed air. nevermind her accidentally bumping into anyone, a quick glance-over of the strange invasive paperwork proved they seemed to know enough about her, and she had dropped her file on the front lawn of her house, the spine of it wet with melting ice.

but she's clutching the strange square device, mostly as a means of giving her something to hold on to as she walks a graceful yet hurried pace around the neighborhood. to an insider looking out she's a bit overdressed to be going for a noon jog, outfit glittering in the sun, and should she accidentally pass anyone on her frenzied walk they'd probably feel an uncharacteristic cool breeze cut through the usual heavy Florida air.]

Comments

ice day out

[blue_pheasant]

[There was a low humming coming from above as Kuzan rode his bicycle in the air--or, along a suspended platform of ice that appeared as he moved forward. He turned the handlebars gently and made his little ice route all the way to the pavement, pulling out a small map from his breast pocket after coming to a stop right in front of Elsa.

He was looking for the factory where he had to work the next week, but he wasn't quite used to the area. The streets were too uniform and organized compared to what he was used to. Kuzan scratched at the back of his head, examining the map with a perpetually bored expression plastered on his face.]

Tcch. Which way did that guy take me the first time around?

[icelated]

[she's too lost in her thoughts and situation to notice the suspended ice platform, eyes cast downward so that she nearly bumps into the stranger and his bike until he speaks.

her head jerks up suddenly and she takes a defensive step back, taken out from her shock as her eyes trail alone the route of ice that had seemed just...appear out of nowhere.

part of her wonders if it was her doing, and while one hand continues to grasp at her communicator (the device slowly developing ice crystals from where she's holding it) she looks down at her empty one before looking back up.

no...it couldn't have been her. she's aware of when it happens, even when it's on accident.]

Did you do that?

[blue_pheasant]

[For a moment, Kuzan didn't exactly notice Elsa. He felt his bike go off balance, but leaning just an inch or so to the right, he put down one foot and felt stable once more. After awhile, he finally turned his head to Elsa, hearing her question only well after the fact. She looked at him, but he misunderstood the context.

Obviously, he looked at the most important thing he could see, which was definitely the map he was holding.]

Eh? No, I'm not a cartographer. I got this in my file folder. I dunno who drew this up. Looks really well done though, right?

[icelated]

[she frowns, not in an annoyed way, but in confusion, dark brows knit together as she looks at the map he's referencing.]

No...no I wasn't talking about the map. [she's careful not to gesture with her hands, and instead tries to motion to the ice path with a slight motion of her head.]

The ice. I...it was you, wasn't it?

[blue_pheasant]

Oh. [The ice. Given that he abused his powers so often, he hardly even noticed it. Kuzan stepped off of his bike and raised one foot, beginning to kick over the ice that was set over the walkway. It would melt anyway, but it wasn't waist-level anymore. He assumed that was what Elsa was concerned about.]

Sorry, I didn't pay attention. You didn't walk into it, did you?

[icelated]

I didn't.

[it's still said with a strange twinge to her voice, as though she's seen a ghost. the trolls knew of her powers, of course, and there had always been stories and tales of ice magic. but as far as she knew, and as far as her parents knew, she had been the only one with the curse.

suffice to say, other humans having powers is still entirely new to her. she's not even sure if she should be excited about it, although she does feel something catch.]

I just...haven't met anyone else who could do that.

[blue_pheasant]

Hmmm. [Kuzan stopped stomping out ice after a bit, giving Elsa a cross look. Once he decided to be a bit more insightful than a wet brick, he finally relaxed his shoulders and began folding his map into his breast pocket again.]

You haven't met another Devil Fruit user, before? Jeez, don't look nervous. You're weirdin' me out, kiddo. We're a rarity, but not entirely.

[icelated]

Devil Fruit... [her posture does straighten, even as her confusion remains, eyes still straying from him to the ice he had been stomping out.] I don't believe I know what you're talking about.

[blue_pheasant]

[Kuzan kept making that grating 'Hmmmm' noise until he finally sat down on the ground. Standing up, apparently, was too much of a hassle.]

Well, what can you do? You just might not know what the name of it is. I could probably tell.

[icelated]

[her expression falls, folding her hands in front of her, the communicator pressing against her, small flints of frost still clinging to the device. he has similar powers...not the same (what did he mean by devil fruit? fruit of the devil? like...an apple?) but similar enough where she considers it.

but old habits die hard, and he's assured of his abilities while she still doesn't understand the entire potential of her self. maybe he could help, but...she shakes her head, withdrawing in on herself, composure settling.]

It's nothing important.

[blue_pheasant]

[Kuzan set himself up so he could stand, but his eyes fell on Elsa's hands. He felt a chill, which had been surprising, given the heat--coming from the young lady standing in front of him. Deciding to sit a bit longer, he returned to his relaxed position and leaned one elbow against a knee, propping his chin into his upturned palm.]

Ahh, wait a second. You've never eaten an awful tasting fruit before and gotten weird powers after it?

[As he relaxed, ice began to gather on his free hand, which he raised up.] I ate the Chill Chill Fruit, myself. How're you doin' it?

[icelated]

No. I mean, I've eaten awful tasting fruit [ones that have gone bad, or ones she simply didn't like] but not ones that would give me powers. Those don't exist.

[she can tell he's staring at her, and his sights set on her hands makes her draw back, bringing her hands up to clasp at her chest, shaking her head.]

Doing what?

[blue_pheasant]

Well, I'll admit the world would be better if that were true. Powers like this in the hands of criminals--it's really no good. [While ultimately being laissez-faire to a fault, Kuzan could still tell when someone was troubled and when his attitude was hardly helping. He stood right back up and threw one leg over his bicycle to sit back down on it.

Still, he wanted to ask at least one thing.]

I'm not scary, am I?

[icelated]

[she can't help but look down as he talks about powers not being good in the hands of some (criminals....yes. and she's not a criminal, but even she's dangerous despite not meaning any harm).

but again she shakes her head, expression subdued.]

No. No it's not you. I'm just confused. It's been a long day.

[blue_pheasant]

I don't think you're alone on that front. [Kuzan set his foot on the pedal and rode his bike over onto the grass, making sure not to bring up anymore ice on the pavement.]

But, you shouldn't look so glum. Cuties like you look better when you're smiling. Anyway -- [He reached up to fix his sleeping mask, bringing up a little walkway of ice for himself to ride his bike on, leading towards a nearby lake between the apartments and the offices down aways.] C'ya.

[abadidea]

[By the time Isaac comes upon Elsa's abandoned file on the lawn the spine was simply wet, all the ice having melted. He looked it over, but didn't read it thoroughly, it wasn't his property after all, and what it contained wasn't his business. He looked close enough to be able to recognize the owner and get her name.

He hadn't seen her around, but apparently one of the rooms in the house he'd been assigned to belonged to her. He's not exactly a tracker, so he does his best to figure out which way she went.

The dress sort of gave her away, too, even before he could make out the blond hair and the face matching the picture in the file.

He waits until he's close enough to not need to shout before he calls out to her.]

Excuse me...Elsa? [And he raised the folder.] I think you dropped something.

[icelated]

[she doesn't know anyone here, but before she can question the sound of her name, out of habit she turns in response, looking at the stranger with an odd expression before her eyes snap to the folder he's holding in a raised hand.

she's not sure whether to approach him, and the conflict is obvious as she kind of just stays in place, hands clutching near her chest.]

Where did you get that?

[abadidea]

I think you dropped it outside of house number fifteen. At least that's where I found it. [He took a few steps in her direction, holding out he folder as he did so.] You probably don't want the wrong people getting hold of it. I'm sure there's pretty sensitive information in it if it's anything like mine. [And he offers a gentle smile.] I'm Isaac Clarke.

[auntyquated]

Isn't that refreshing...

( Sharon finds herself coming to a pause as she watches a new face (there are so many, there's a whole new world) moving through the residential area reserved for the newer denizens of this world. It's all very intriguing, and very frustrating, and remains so from a whole city prior.

She picks up her pace, in a light dress with nowhere near enough layers, a polite smile curling her lips upward at the corners. )

Miss? You seem all out of sorts. Are you quite all right?

[icelated]

[the girl's polite, but still Elsa reacts cautiously as the blonde stranger follows her. she's polite enough, and Elsa attempts to return the favour, a small reserved smile forcing its way across her white features.

but she makes no motion to stop walking, even as she answers the girl's question.]

It's nothing to worry about.

[auntyquated]

( Sharon likewise changes direction, keeping a more relaxed pace. )

It's difficult to stay still on a day such as this, isn't it? Particularly in entirely new places.