Bright Smiles in the Bitter Cold…

[Fennec]

It was freezing. Those were João’s first thoughts as he disembarked from the galleon that had brought him here. Ice Nine, an island who could not have a more fitting name, was freezing cold. Especially when compared to the more tranquil and warm Mediterranean weather of his home island in the South Blue. Really it didn’t compare. This was his introduction into the North Blue and totally not what he expected… well maybe he should have… the north was often thought of as bitter and cold.

But João was something of an optimist. Even now he felt this would be a learning experience and even if this current situation had been unpleasant his travels (if they could be called travels.) The few stops he had to make on his way from the South Blue to the north… experiencing Paradise and the New World. They’d all been positive learning experiences for him. Stepping off from the boat and onto the docks he huffed letting out some mist from between his lips. His face was red like a tomato but a giant grin was still present as he walked past various seamen unloading supplies from the galleon.

“Hmm so… who was I to meet again?”

Apparently he’d been assigned to a Warrant Officer to show him around these facilities. Ice Nine was sort of a stop too… if not a slightly more permanent one before they shipped him off to a local base to oversee. But for now it was customary he got acquainted with the island and its people. After all he was to train seamen while he stayed. The top dogs in the marines never let you rest? Did they? João reached into his white coat and pulled out a sheet with the names, Warrant Officer Montblanc. Curious, he wondered if they were related to the man from the tall-tale.

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João | White Smoke #f5f5f5 | (post count: 1)

[Kami-Gaz]

Today was the day that the new officer was rolling into town, and Cynna had drawn the short straw among the other warrant officers stationed at Ice Nine to be her warm welcome to this icy hell hole. Well, the rest called it an icy hell hole, Cynna Montblanc called Ice Nine short and t-shirt weather. The frost kingdom, the place that Cynna hailed from, got far colder than this on the regular.

“Pansies…” Cynna spoke as she stood not far from the Galleon that had just finished mooring and dropped its gangplank to allow passengers to leave. The splashing sea water that managed to brush up against the bottom of the walkway was already making icicles form due to the cold. The woman who was stood there in a long justice coat that was left open to allow her barely covered body to feel the chill, the sleeves removed to show everyone her muscles.

The man that stepped off radiated officer energy, that must have been him, now was time to approach. The tall woman stalked over, approaching with a confidence in her step that could have only been gained from many years of service on the decks of the marine ships that patrolled the seas.

“Warrant Officer Cyanna Montblanc reporting in, Sir.” She announced in a parade tone before raising one hand in a quick and efficient salute. As her hand returned back to her side the bitter wind blew her jacket in a dramatic fashion. "Sir, shall I give you a tour?”

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Cynna: e2e619

[pepsi]

It was about the first time anybody in his division had seen him wearing something heavier than a tank top under the coat. But how could he not? On Ice Nine...

"... Atchoo!"

... The weather was freezing cold. He held on tight to his cap, nearly catapulted off his head by the violent sneeze; he tried to keep his composure as much as humanly possible, especially around his superiors, but even Lars couldn't hide his irritated runny nose and occasional shiver.
What was certain, however, was that he never said a single word other than "yessir" and "atchoo", if those even were words. He executed orders like a machine, uncaring of the glares of the laziest seamen on the ship. As usual, he had been tasked with general maintenance - a job for low-level Marines such as him - working on the ship of some Lieutenant João Teixeira.
Lars faded into the thousand faces that constituted the backline of the Marines, the rookies, the recruits, but despite everything he kept moving and doing his tasks like his life depended on it.

The voyage wasn't too long, all things considered, and the ship arrived at the cold shores of Ice Nine in no time. When the ship finally hit land, he joined the pool of soldiers following behind Lt. Teixeira as he got off the ship to meet up with a certain Warrant Officer Montblanc. Lars could clearly notice how little clothes actually covered her body; if anything, she seemed a perfect pick to station on such an extreme island. The woman seemed to be pretty much impervious to the extreme cold, and in his heart Lars could only be inspired to one day achieve the same.

All the while, he followed his Lieutenant to wherever their duty would take them.

-- NAME // Lars Van der Vennen

-- CLASS // E

-- TECHS USED // None.