"Gunner?" Lily spoke up as soon as saw the angel, her brows furrowed in worry, "Are you okay?" she then looks around, "Where is Blake?"

"..." Blake silently came down to the mountain, his face and body all covered in black ashes and others. His hair was all static, and his eyes screamed pain.

He made his way down to his room, jittering his legs. He HATED confined spaces, but it was better than staying outside with that ugly invention of a failure he made. Purple blasts...not good to see, Blake recorded in his mind.

Ok so,
she can freeze any thing that has water in or around it and then control it after it is frozen.
Her ability to resist is small so if the power is weak it will not really do anything unless it is a physical attack then it could do some damage but she is fast and could doge it if it is a stronger power then she can do a tiny bit but not really anything to affect it.
Blake's power would not really be affected much there would only be a slight disturbance pushing at him.

She likes cold placed because... she hates the warm areas because they melt her ice and more normal humans like the warmer areas and she is a loner and she likes the quiet undisturbed iciness of it all.

Without her ice she feels unprotected.

She likes cold places that are undisturbed, quiet, large, and nobody near.

Rinaly ran around, some thing was following her. She raced up a tree and hid(she is small for her age) in a large abandoned owl hollow. She did not know what was going on. There had been pain then she woke up in a small snow cave. There had been something in her arm,she had cut her self open and ripped out a tracker(she did not know what it was) and ran away from the place. She lived with wolves and protected the young wolfs from danger.

(Okay everyone we need to go find the new player NOW because he has a large unsafe gash in her arm. Welcome new player, if nothing changes after breakfast I will have Gunner find you. I would do it sooner but he is kind of burned and needs calories. You could also stumble onto out front door if you like.)

Gunner trudged along. "The gun self-incarnates the user, he told me to fire it. I said no. He said fine I'll, him, will use it. Hopefully the results were fatal. We got any food around here?" The angel is obviously tired

((Or maybe Blake can help you too! Since he's currently outside! Whatever it is, you can choose! OUO))

"Kitchen's back there." Lily pointed the direction of the kitchen, "There are some soup, pancakes, and others... The pancakes tastes good though." she grins, obviously happy.

"I'm going out around the HQ! If you need me or anything, just yell." she trots off to the direction of the main door, humming a tune she somehow knew.

Gunner grunts a confirmation and mutters a pathetic little thank you. He's tired, he's been tired all morning but it'd hitting him hard. {Getting up this morning, not a smart plan. Still why am I so out of it, I should have plenty of energy by now.................that freak really must have done something to me!!} He shudders violently before trudging on past her and finds the kitchen. Absent mindedly pouring himself a bowl of soup, downing it without a spoon and moving on to take half the remaining pancakes, roughly eighteen. He sits heavily a the table and picks up on of the dough treasures with his fingers, nearly swallowing it. Not the best morning person...and not the neatest person in general.

'It's kind of cold out here' Lily thought as she felt the wind brushes her neck, she continues walk until she sees a large rock, 'Might as well as try it here...'

She took off both of her gloves and pressed her index finger on the rock. A small section melted, seeing this, she pondered if she could control her powers at all. She tries again by brushing the finger lightly and quickly on the surface, this time, she can see a faint stretched dent on the rock.

"Awesome, I'm a rock sculptor." she told herself out loud. She finally uses both of her hands to touch the rock, testing if she could stop melting it using her thoughts as well. After awhile she realized the rock keeps on melting anyway, leaving nearly no trace of its previous existence.

Lily sighed, 'Well, I guess it never hurt to try...' she walks away to another direction, still feeling the same as before.

Gunner went to go get some food and Lily was going outside. Kira just sort of stood there for a moment and then decided to go for a walk. She heads outside sees Lily looking thoughtful and then walks on to a little stream sort of nearby. She sits down and starts to play in the water. She tries controlling it again but she can only hold it in her hand without losing a drop. "What was with the water flinging yesterday then?" She continues to try; sometimes she wouldn't make it and other times she would almost make it.

Rinaly saw the thing, black with ash and sharp teeth. It sniffed around for a while then left. "Now that the thing has taken off, so should I." with that she ran off to the stream that ran near the hollow, The thing was after her again! "darn it! cant it leave me alone for 1 second so I can run, nothing affects it, and if it catches me, I die." She threw herself into the water not affected by the cold and got to the middle before she heard the click of something, a knife flew out of nowhere and hit her in the back, it sunk deep, and she floated down the river,turning it red with her fast flowing blood.

(And now she is dyeing, lovely. Poor dear, were coming for you no worries! Or well I could just let you drift down stream till you dump*literally* into Kira...or well I though she was at a stream. You pick or well others might have other thoughts)

Finishing his plate Gunner observes the mess he has made and the plates the other have left some bizarre internal housekeeper or perhaps just OCD kicks in and he clears the tables then precedes to wash all the plates, a apron his been tied about his his waist, a handkerchief about his head(found in a small cupboard in the sink area). The Angel rolls his sleeves and scrubbs hard in the soapy water. {Blake better never know I did this.} He scrubs harder at the thought.