BiaCHLAR

*ice splinters, revealing dark water below* There. *grabs Mikhail's collar* Time to see if he floats.

*grunts, hauling Mikhail back from the edge* Float or sink, we're leaving this ice. *scans for solid ground*

:-)

*tests the ice with more force* Comparisons won't break ice. *focuses on the task*

*grunts, pyrite sparking* Random characters? *tests ice again* Only if they can't handle the cold.

*grunts* No time for stories.

Another of his stories that were put into film, "Something Wicked This Way Comes."

*shivers* Aye. Evil never announces itself.

::: again, I am wrongly - assumed that any Firefighter would know other things. :::

Wrong assumption. *strikes pyrite again*

*strikes pyrite hard against ice, sparks dancing* Soda fizz, ye say? *grins as ice cracks* Better than fish talk. *tests the thinning ice with boot* Almost through.

I'm learning a bit more about how Some Firefighters don't get trained in Paramedic Stuff.

*tests thinning ice* Aye, firefighters handle fires. *grunts* Paramedics handle bodies.

(The Pyrite Rocks tend to make sound effects like SODA FIZZ) BiaCHLAR places the fistpalm sized Pyrite ore against the Ice to break the fibers, melting into a thinner amount so the Hatches can break through.

*smirks* Clever. *strikes pyrite against ice*

*shifts Mikhail's weight, checking for wounds* No blood. No frostbite. *looks up at the swirling lights* This ain't natural. *scoffs* Fish bubbles... what's next, singing ice?

Hmm. *some writers are developing an idea* (Doesn't biaCHLAR have access to PYRITE ROCKS?)

*reaches into cloak* Pyrite rocks? Aye, always carry 'em. *pulls out yellow stones* For sparkin' fire, not fish talk.

(just logged in) had to fight some flu like symptoms.

*nods* Flu's brutal.