• Entry 0001 [Accidental Video/Audio]
"Let's see if we can't ramp up the ice magic a bit. We're in the proper element, after all."
[The phone's camera blinked on, as Arro threw his pants behind him, they thankfully did not land on the phone. As always, he wore his black spandex shorts, and was unraveling the bandages that had been covering a lot of his person recently. Finally he was bare, showing his tattoos that marked him to the world. From his manner of unraveling he was apparently a little upset about something. He thrust his hand into the air, palm up and fingers spread as he called out:]
"CHILL THE SOUL, CARVE THE FLESH, PIERCE THE BONE. CRASH DOWN ON ALL FROM THE HEAVENS, FROST TOWER!"
[The effect wasn't immediate, but within several seconds, the clouds parted for a split second and a person-sized chuck of ice that was roughly split between being a snowflake and a spike dropped quickly down on a bench infront of Arro, crushing it into several large bits. Lowering his hand, his stance indicated he wasn't pleased; despite him not facing the camera lens.]
"Still too slow. Too small."
[He raised his hand again after a moment, making a pointing gesture. Rotating his neck to crack it, he took a deep breath, then a bit calmer than his last effort:]
"Forward these silver spikes, steal their breath, and run them till their death, Icing Wing."
[Arro then brought his arm around him as if to swing something, a number of icicles materialized a foot infront of him, following the motion of his arm as he then waved it, flinging themselves one at a time into a staggered row and burying themselves in the frozen foliage nearby.]
"That's more like it."
[Picking that moment, and not one beforehand, a frigid wind blasted the area Arro was in, kicking up the snow and whipping his coat over the phone, the video ending a moment later.]
[The phone's camera blinked on, as Arro threw his pants behind him, they thankfully did not land on the phone. As always, he wore his black spandex shorts, and was unraveling the bandages that had been covering a lot of his person recently. Finally he was bare, showing his tattoos that marked him to the world. From his manner of unraveling he was apparently a little upset about something. He thrust his hand into the air, palm up and fingers spread as he called out:]
"CHILL THE SOUL, CARVE THE FLESH, PIERCE THE BONE. CRASH DOWN ON ALL FROM THE HEAVENS, FROST TOWER!"
[The effect wasn't immediate, but within several seconds, the clouds parted for a split second and a person-sized chuck of ice that was roughly split between being a snowflake and a spike dropped quickly down on a bench infront of Arro, crushing it into several large bits. Lowering his hand, his stance indicated he wasn't pleased; despite him not facing the camera lens.]
"Still too slow. Too small."
[He raised his hand again after a moment, making a pointing gesture. Rotating his neck to crack it, he took a deep breath, then a bit calmer than his last effort:]
"Forward these silver spikes, steal their breath, and run them till their death, Icing Wing."
[Arro then brought his arm around him as if to swing something, a number of icicles materialized a foot infront of him, following the motion of his arm as he then waved it, flinging themselves one at a time into a staggered row and burying themselves in the frozen foliage nearby.]
"That's more like it."
[Picking that moment, and not one beforehand, a frigid wind blasted the area Arro was in, kicking up the snow and whipping his coat over the phone, the video ending a moment later.]