by Starmaster
ID: 14716
The Arctic Circle has never seen this much activity. Even though many heroes have taken their Snow Throwers across the globe to play with, the tiny ice crystals their new glove creates fly with animated sparkles back to the freshly constructed Snow Town. Streams of glittering flecks light up the sky, visual both by day and night, creating a beautiful rainbow-colored set of Northern Lights across the world.
Near to where the two wooden signs have been placed, a growing collection of magical, and unusual, currency swells as the ice crystals come home to rest.
“Yes, oh, YES!” EB dances, jumping from his right foot to his left repeatedly, occasionally stopping only to restart once he remembers which foot comes next in his gleeful exercise. “It won’t be long. Not long. The Hot Chocolate Hut will be done in no time at all.”
Outside of Snow Town, beneath the curve of a frozen drift of snow, a small periscope pops out from beneath the white blanket and turns to scan in all directions. It eventually settles on spying on EB and the growing accumulation of ice crystals.
If the heroes weren’t so delightfully engaged with fighting one another, any one of them might use their Nth Dimensional Senses to detect the metallic RoboRaptor that had tunneled in secret to its position.
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“It simply isn’t proper,” Gentleman Rex complained from his cell in Purgatory Prison as he watched from a smuggled control device for his pets. The tiny view screen zoomed in on EB. “None of those so-called Mythics ever threw a soiree, let alone a holiday, for us villains.”
Casa Nova shifted on the thin mattress in his own cell, propping himself up on his elbows to better see Gentleman Rex. “No. We get a sharing circle every other day so we can discuss our feelings.” He released a depressed sigh as he flopped back down. “Life isn’t fair.”
A shout from one cell further down the hallway cried out. “Just a couple seconds and I’d be able to take them all down. A few drops of my enhanced cold compound in their hot chocolate supply would do the trick.”
“Quiet, Symptom. People don’t want to hear from you anymore. The world is sooo over you,” Primula shushed the villainess from through her own princess pink cell door. “Infectious disease is so last year.”
“You all drive me crazy,” The Crooked Man said from behind the glass of his special containment cell. His form shifted at strange angles as he attempted to escape the pan-dimensional barrier that trapped him. “Talk, talk, talk. In every version of yourselves, all you do is talk, talk, talk.”
“You think you’re the only one to have it bad,” Gamer G said from his cell. “We all got the joystick where the sun don’t shine. All of us, except for one.”
The fury and threat in his voice couldn’t be misinterpreted.
All the others in their cells, even the ever-silent Crystal Anubis, groaned with ire and agreement.
Suddenly, Gentleman Rex shot up from his leather lounge chair and threw his controller to the floor.
“NOOOOOO! I refuse to believe it.”
“What’s going on? Are they all singing Kumbaya now?” Casa Nova asked.
“He’s there. He’s actually there interacting with them.” Gentleman Rex kicked the control device to the barred door to his cell.
On the screen, Skelanimal could clearly be seen playing along with the other heroes during the snowball fight. He even sported a toothy grin as he frolicked in the snow, enjoying a freedom none of the others in the prison could imagine.
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