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RearAdmiralZill:
-Docks Narrator-

At the docks, the trio stuck in Zill's warehouse did not rise quickly. Zill woke slowly, and it took him a good few minutes to realize that he couldnt feel much of anything on his body. He had found a spot down in the hull of the squid to keep comfortable for the night. His eyes popped open when he realized what had happened. The frigid Firnfeld air had made a pass with the storm earlier than usual. He proceeded to yell and make a run for the warehouse doors.

No! Not now!

The yell woke BdrLine. He fell off his crates with a loud crash. Luckily his fire had burned out else he would of been much warmer than the others.

What on earth....Why is it so cold? And why are you yelling?!

It wasnt until Zill swung open the large metal doors with a loud screech that Jun'ko peered out of Zill's room. She had obviously just risen as well, as her hair was a mess and the covers covered her still.

Whats all that ruckus?? A woman needs her rest.

The cold air greeted Zill to what can only be described as a frozen Hell. Giant icicles, some as large as a small trade ship, were on absolutely everything. While a majority of the repairs made earlier had held up, the ice was simply everywhere, from warehouses to ships. Zill's head dropped as emotion took over him. BdrLine walked up to stare is disbelief. Jun'ko slowly walked up and put her arms around Zill, also peering at the icy Port.

I know how much it meant to you to get the Port running. Dont despair.

It always feels like one step forward and two steps back lately. I really wanted this to work. Now we have to take a day to remove the ice. And the levies will need restructuring as they cant be breaking every storm.

It will work! You just have to be as persistent as you have always proven to be.

BdrLine finally took in the sight and was able to render a thought.

At least most of the repairs survived. Its not all for naught Zill. Look, even some workers are coming in.

He was right. A few dockworkers from the night before had roughed it in their warehouses as well. A few also started coming in through the main gates. They all grouped up and stood in front of Zill. Someone in the group spoke. "Orders Admiral?"

Zill's head rose back up. As he peered seemingly through the group in front of him at the icy Hell, one thing did catch his eye. The clear Sky above it all.

Ice is our enemy today. I want it off of absolutely everythin'. After that, Ill take any willing man to help with the levy restructuring.

He turns to Jun'ko and though she cant see it, cocks a small smile.

Thank you for that. My life has become a rather dark place. Its good to see some clear Skies.

You deserve that much, oh captain.

She gives him a hug and heads back to get ready for the day's work. BdrLine only stares at Zill, and he notices.

Oh shut up BdrLine. Lets get started eh?

-End Docks Narrator-

Yiski:
-Saloon-

*While Roland and Yiski are still starting up the heater, Yiski notices a note being slipped under the door. Yiski walks over and picks up the note.*

What is that Yiski?

It's a note from Qwerty asking if we're okay. I guess the storm must have been bad. Guess Qwerty has his hands full at the hospital.

*Roland pauses for bit and glances over at Ny-Lee. Both their eyes met and the two went into a fierce blush.*

Roland! Snap out of it. You can eye Ny later, but right now if we don't get the heaters running we'll be joining the others at the hospital.

*Roland's blush grew*
I don... well... okay I will get the heaters started.

*Yiski chuckled to himself*

BdrLineAzn:
--Docks--
*Chuckles to Zill*

Alright, alright, but invite me to the wedding if it happens.

*looks out at the giant icicles*

Damn, i knew the the winds of Frinfeild were cold, but this is ridiculous

*Then an idea pops into his head and turns to Zill*

Do you have any working flamethowers? I think i can melt some of the large chunks around here, but for the ships and things covered in ice, we might need a generator and heaters.

--Saloon--
*Ny-Lee in her thoughts*
What a start to the mourning, I mean Roland is a good guy and i think my brother won't get mad at him as he is good friends with him. Oh gods he's looking at me, quick look away *blushes* Can it, could I..... ugh

*To Yiski in a sheepishly voice*

Umm you need help in turning on some of the heaters?

RearAdmiralZill:
-Docks-

*Zill motions to the back of his warehouse*

I have three in the back. They are modified for longer range so, do try and not fry yourself. That will make getting around easier for sure.

*He looks at the Port and Jun'ko comes up next to him, fully fitted for the task*

Ready to get this goin'? You still owe me a surprise.

*Zill smirks*

I surely do. Lets go.

Yiski:

--- Quote from: BdrLineAzn on March 13, 2013, 01:06:14 pm -----Saloon--
*Ny-Lee in her thoughts*
What a start to the mourning, I mean Roland is a good guy and i think my brother won't get mad at him as he is good friends with him. Oh gods he's looking at me, quick look away *blushes* Can it, could I..... ugh

*To Yiski in a sheepishly voice*

Umm you need help in turning on some of the heaters?

--- End quote ---

*Yiski turns to Ny-Lee*
Well, I'd accept the help, but we got a bigger problem. Some of the damn heaters don't have capacitors.

*Yiski grabs his heavy jacket from the back*
I'm gonna have to head out and see if the tech shop is open to get new ones or our patrons are gonna freeze. If you're still offerin' to help, you can aid Roland in making sure none of the supplies or equipment freeze over.

Wait, so Ny-Lee and I are going to be here alone?

Alone? Hardly. When I leave I expect there are gonna be lots of folks commin' in for warmth.

*Before Roland could voice anymore objections, Yiski headed out into the cold, leaving Roland and Ny-Lee awkwardly looking at each other. Roland thinks.*
Well, at least this will give me time to talk to Ny-Lee about this morning. I mean I like her, but how does she feel.

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