Post by Kira on Dec 5, 2013 3:33:14 GMT
Kenji Endo
Male | Eighty-Nine | Heterosexual | Innate Human | Resistance
Male | Eighty-Nine | Heterosexual | Innate Human | Resistance
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FULL NAME: Kenji Endo
NICKNAMES: Kira
AGE: Eighty-Nine
ALLIANCE: Resistance
GENDER: Male
RACE: Innate Human
Cryokinesis: dominant
Electrokinesis: recessive
CLASS: N/A
PLAY BY: Mitsunari Ishida - Sengoku Basara
NICKNAMES: Kira
AGE: Eighty-Nine
ALLIANCE: Resistance
GENDER: Male
RACE: Innate Human
Cryokinesis: dominant
Electrokinesis: recessive
CLASS: N/A
PLAY BY: Mitsunari Ishida - Sengoku Basara
WILL YOU BREAK THE MIRROR?
HEIGHT: 182 CM
BODY TYPE: Lean, layers of compact muscle underneath his skin that seem hidden from plain sight. A body hardened by lifetimes of training, honing, perfecting his craft all in order to come together in this one nigh perfect form.
HAIR COLOR: Silver
EYE COLOR: Purple
SKIN TONE: Pale as the driven snow
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A large scar across his chest, a memento from his former master on their first day of training.
METAL AND INK: N/A
OTHER FORM: N/A
OVERALL: An imposing figure from any angle Kira certainly lives up to his moniker with his physical looks. His body is a fine blade, shaped and formed into an edge that stands as the personification of perfection in the human realm. His peak physical condition, without any need for abilities, is perhaps what is most fearsome about the man. Tall, lean, ready for action at anytime his broad shoulders seem to cast a shadow over all those who stand before him.
His face seems stuck in a cold gaze, fitting of his abilities, that sends shivers down the spine of lesser men and women just by virtue of it’s existence. His skin incredibly pale as if homage to the bitter dead cold of winter when white blankets entire cities. Though his hair appears to be white it is in actuality a silver shade though it’s luminescent nature only comes through when in direct and very bright sunlight.
Kira wears the traditional garb of a master of his sword school. A white jacket with the purple symbol of his style draped over the intricate black armor which to the untrained eye would appear to hinder his movements in some way but is designed in such a way as to allow a full range of motion with completely fluidity. Accents of purple running through his remaining bits and pieces of legwear once again covering his black armor that extends all the way down to his feet. Without the cloth pieces, his jacket and matching pants, Kira’s armor gives him an overwhelming presence and his murderous killing intent seems to pour from every opening quickly filling a room and driving lesser individuals away in fear.
BODY TYPE: Lean, layers of compact muscle underneath his skin that seem hidden from plain sight. A body hardened by lifetimes of training, honing, perfecting his craft all in order to come together in this one nigh perfect form.
HAIR COLOR: Silver
EYE COLOR: Purple
SKIN TONE: Pale as the driven snow
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A large scar across his chest, a memento from his former master on their first day of training.
METAL AND INK: N/A
OTHER FORM: N/A
OVERALL: An imposing figure from any angle Kira certainly lives up to his moniker with his physical looks. His body is a fine blade, shaped and formed into an edge that stands as the personification of perfection in the human realm. His peak physical condition, without any need for abilities, is perhaps what is most fearsome about the man. Tall, lean, ready for action at anytime his broad shoulders seem to cast a shadow over all those who stand before him.
His face seems stuck in a cold gaze, fitting of his abilities, that sends shivers down the spine of lesser men and women just by virtue of it’s existence. His skin incredibly pale as if homage to the bitter dead cold of winter when white blankets entire cities. Though his hair appears to be white it is in actuality a silver shade though it’s luminescent nature only comes through when in direct and very bright sunlight.
Kira wears the traditional garb of a master of his sword school. A white jacket with the purple symbol of his style draped over the intricate black armor which to the untrained eye would appear to hinder his movements in some way but is designed in such a way as to allow a full range of motion with completely fluidity. Accents of purple running through his remaining bits and pieces of legwear once again covering his black armor that extends all the way down to his feet. Without the cloth pieces, his jacket and matching pants, Kira’s armor gives him an overwhelming presence and his murderous killing intent seems to pour from every opening quickly filling a room and driving lesser individuals away in fear.
DON'T GIVE ME THAT ATTITUDE.
NOTABLE QUALITIES: Fast learner - Kira has shown himself to be capable of absorbing information and retaining it incredibly quickly with a memory that some have called eidetic.
Loyal - With an iron will and a resolve to match Kira is without a doubt one of the most loyal beings on the planet, not to any one person but to his ideals which he holds dear to himself.
Philosopher - With a vast knowledge of most philosophical texts, a side effect from his training in the sword, Kira has been known to be one of the ‘deepest’ and most insightful minds most have ever met.
INTERESTS: Training both body and mind
Coffee brewing, roasting, preparing
Absorbing culture
FLAWS: Overly rational
Killing intent
Duality of mind
LIKES: Coffee
Dogs
Fruit (besides durian)
Quiet
Nature in general
DISLIKES: Loud people
Annoying people
People
Cats
Root vegetables
FEARS: Confinement
Losing his existential freedom
SECRETS: An obsession with sharpening his sword
Has to sleep with at least one light on
ABILITIES:
Sword Saint - Kira is a master of the extremely secretive and powerful Mugen Ichiryu style handed down through generations upon generations. This style is noted not only for it’s iai style draw but also for it’s use of not a katana but a nodachi which is highly unusual for a quick draw style but those who can master it are given immense speed, range and killing potential in return. Kira is able to match blades with the best of them and devotes himself to not only continuing the traditions of the style but evolving them past their ancient shackles incorporating techniques from other styles adapted to match his large sword quick draw style. His speed is such that at it’s current maximum he is able to break the sound barrier, his blade touching his opponent before they ever even hear him draw. He wields the traditional nodachi of the current master of his style, the midnight black Mugetsu.
Cryokinesis
Toketsu - The most basic ability shown amongst all cryokinetics is the ability to freeze water into ice, Kira is a special case in that when his ability first manifested itself he understood it not as simply freezing water but sucking out the thermal energy within anything. His form of freezing, which he calls Toketsu, is very versatile and at this stage he is able to use it to create a variety of constructs from thin air or using his ability to freeze other objects to a standstill. His current minimum temperature is around negative three hundred and fifty degrees fahrenheit.
Himuro - Taking his Toketsu technique a step further Kira saps the thermal energy from the spaces around him creating an area of immense cold that most enemies find it impossible to fight in especially at their maximum capacity. The floor beneath his feet turns to ice and the air begins to sting the lungs with each and every breath. The maximum area reached with this technique is one mile radially around Kira with a minimum temperature of negative one hundred and fifty degrees fahrenheit.
Uirusu - Another unique ability possessed by Kira, by supercooling the area around his blade he is actually able to flash freeze any object that he cuts with ease (including the air) but the special part of the technique comes into play when this freezing energy propagates throughout whatever was cut until a maximum amount of energy has been absorbed meaning that if not taken care of a cut to the hand of an opponent will quickly freeze the entire appendage solid.
Electrokinesis
Jisei - The only ability that Kira currently knows as related to electrokinesis is the ability to control magnetic fields on an elementary level. While he is unable to use this power to say lift a car off the ground he is able to manipulate and set up complex repeating electromagnetic fields in the air and ground. The technique at this point is only really helpful when used in conjunction with his Rērukyanon technique.
Combination
Rērukyanon - Perhaps Kira’s most deadly and iconic technique the Rērukyanon requires precise control over both of his abilities at the same time. Creating a complex current of opposing magnetic forces at both sides of his body while simultaneously cooling his armor to the point of superconductivity Kira is able to propel himself at speeds of mach 7 (5,400 mph). When used in conjunction with his sword this gives Kira a devastating ability to maim his opponent without them being able to react in any meaningful way. This technique is not without its downsides however as in it’s current state Kira can only perform the technique a maximum of three times in a day due to the stress it puts on his body which he is learning to soften by applying another magnetic field in front of him though this part of the technique is nowhere near ready for application. Using the technique a fourth time in a day will cause most of the bones in his body to break and leave him incredibly vulnerable.
OVERALL: Kira keeps to himself, a quiet and cool individual who only speaks when he needs to and only if he has something to say. Blabbering about was never his way though this may have been a result of his upbringing. Terrible with the ladies, awful at jokes and more so quite possibly the most socially distant person in the room nonetheless Kira is someone whom many young members of the resistance look up to a fact that he has a hidden pride in, unable to let them down in anyway less their spirit be crumbled and it is for them, it is for his brothers in arms that he continues down his path of obtaining a power strong enough to crush any who would harm them beneath his heel.
In a fight Kira lives up to his nickname, he is ruthless, a killer through and through unable to contain himself when faced with an opponent who truly tests his might. Killing to him is completely permissible so long as both parties understand the rules of engagement and act upon them accordingly. Kira does not tolerate the use of innocent beings to achieve goals and will not hesitate to strike down anyone who attempts to use a human as a shield for example. It is this attitude and his ability to back it up with his blade that has landed him the position of head of the Resistance strike team.
Loyal - With an iron will and a resolve to match Kira is without a doubt one of the most loyal beings on the planet, not to any one person but to his ideals which he holds dear to himself.
Philosopher - With a vast knowledge of most philosophical texts, a side effect from his training in the sword, Kira has been known to be one of the ‘deepest’ and most insightful minds most have ever met.
INTERESTS: Training both body and mind
Coffee brewing, roasting, preparing
Absorbing culture
FLAWS: Overly rational
Killing intent
Duality of mind
LIKES: Coffee
Dogs
Fruit (besides durian)
Quiet
Nature in general
DISLIKES: Loud people
Annoying people
People
Cats
Root vegetables
FEARS: Confinement
Losing his existential freedom
SECRETS: An obsession with sharpening his sword
Has to sleep with at least one light on
ABILITIES:
Sword Saint - Kira is a master of the extremely secretive and powerful Mugen Ichiryu style handed down through generations upon generations. This style is noted not only for it’s iai style draw but also for it’s use of not a katana but a nodachi which is highly unusual for a quick draw style but those who can master it are given immense speed, range and killing potential in return. Kira is able to match blades with the best of them and devotes himself to not only continuing the traditions of the style but evolving them past their ancient shackles incorporating techniques from other styles adapted to match his large sword quick draw style. His speed is such that at it’s current maximum he is able to break the sound barrier, his blade touching his opponent before they ever even hear him draw. He wields the traditional nodachi of the current master of his style, the midnight black Mugetsu.
Cryokinesis
Toketsu - The most basic ability shown amongst all cryokinetics is the ability to freeze water into ice, Kira is a special case in that when his ability first manifested itself he understood it not as simply freezing water but sucking out the thermal energy within anything. His form of freezing, which he calls Toketsu, is very versatile and at this stage he is able to use it to create a variety of constructs from thin air or using his ability to freeze other objects to a standstill. His current minimum temperature is around negative three hundred and fifty degrees fahrenheit.
Himuro - Taking his Toketsu technique a step further Kira saps the thermal energy from the spaces around him creating an area of immense cold that most enemies find it impossible to fight in especially at their maximum capacity. The floor beneath his feet turns to ice and the air begins to sting the lungs with each and every breath. The maximum area reached with this technique is one mile radially around Kira with a minimum temperature of negative one hundred and fifty degrees fahrenheit.
Uirusu - Another unique ability possessed by Kira, by supercooling the area around his blade he is actually able to flash freeze any object that he cuts with ease (including the air) but the special part of the technique comes into play when this freezing energy propagates throughout whatever was cut until a maximum amount of energy has been absorbed meaning that if not taken care of a cut to the hand of an opponent will quickly freeze the entire appendage solid.
Electrokinesis
Jisei - The only ability that Kira currently knows as related to electrokinesis is the ability to control magnetic fields on an elementary level. While he is unable to use this power to say lift a car off the ground he is able to manipulate and set up complex repeating electromagnetic fields in the air and ground. The technique at this point is only really helpful when used in conjunction with his Rērukyanon technique.
Combination
Rērukyanon - Perhaps Kira’s most deadly and iconic technique the Rērukyanon requires precise control over both of his abilities at the same time. Creating a complex current of opposing magnetic forces at both sides of his body while simultaneously cooling his armor to the point of superconductivity Kira is able to propel himself at speeds of mach 7 (5,400 mph). When used in conjunction with his sword this gives Kira a devastating ability to maim his opponent without them being able to react in any meaningful way. This technique is not without its downsides however as in it’s current state Kira can only perform the technique a maximum of three times in a day due to the stress it puts on his body which he is learning to soften by applying another magnetic field in front of him though this part of the technique is nowhere near ready for application. Using the technique a fourth time in a day will cause most of the bones in his body to break and leave him incredibly vulnerable.
OVERALL: Kira keeps to himself, a quiet and cool individual who only speaks when he needs to and only if he has something to say. Blabbering about was never his way though this may have been a result of his upbringing. Terrible with the ladies, awful at jokes and more so quite possibly the most socially distant person in the room nonetheless Kira is someone whom many young members of the resistance look up to a fact that he has a hidden pride in, unable to let them down in anyway less their spirit be crumbled and it is for them, it is for his brothers in arms that he continues down his path of obtaining a power strong enough to crush any who would harm them beneath his heel.
In a fight Kira lives up to his nickname, he is ruthless, a killer through and through unable to contain himself when faced with an opponent who truly tests his might. Killing to him is completely permissible so long as both parties understand the rules of engagement and act upon them accordingly. Kira does not tolerate the use of innocent beings to achieve goals and will not hesitate to strike down anyone who attempts to use a human as a shield for example. It is this attitude and his ability to back it up with his blade that has landed him the position of head of the Resistance strike team.
EVERYONE HAS THEIR SKELETONS.
MOTHER: Akina Endo [estranged]
FATHER: Suda Endo [estranged]
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER PEOPLE: Michio Yamamoto [former master, deceased]
HISTORY: A completely ordinary boy, that is all Akina and Suda asked for when their child was born. Someone normal, someone average, someone who would grow up and take over their business for them. Someone who would have a wife and a few children of his own, someone that would look after them when they got old. For a while this is what they had, Kenji as he was known back then was a perfectly healthy baby boy but on the eve of his third birthday they awoke to something strange and terrifying at the same time.
Checking on the sleeping Kenji that fateful night the door opened and his mother saw a room completely encased in ice and when she approached Kenji in order to pick him up and take him from the room in a panic her entire right arm was encased in ice. It would later be amputated. After some research they came to the conclusion that their perfectly normal baby boy was anything but normal and instead an innate human much to their dismay. News spread quickly of this strange baby being born and quickly the couple became overwhelmed.
Out of options and left with little other option they sold the poor young Kenji into a life of servitude to an old man who sought them out upon sensing an innate was born. This old man was known as Michio Yamamoto, a legendary sword master who took Kenji to his secret training ground high in the mountains of Japan in order to give his pupils a strong opponent to face, basically a tamed Yajuu. Day in and day out Kenji was beaten within an inch of his life by the students, thrown into a cold hole and fed scraps, watery congee and whatever insects he managed to catch on his own for sustenance.
One day during a particularly brutal training session against the top pupil of the school, an exhibition for Yamamoto himself young Kenji refused to use his powers which he so heavily relied on in previous matches against the students. Over and over again the young boy, now eight years old, being beat over and over again with a wooden sword to the point where every breath was pure pain, agony, until suddenly Kenji caught the sword of the pupil between his palms snatching it from the now frightened pupil with ease and with a single masterful stroke of the wooden blade to the neck of the teen Kenji had secured his first kill. A hushed silence fell over the room as the body hit the floor, for sure he thought he’d be killed on the spot but that was kind of what he was hoping for anyway and yet suddenly there was clapping. Old man Yamamoto began clapping at first slowly but then began laughing, clapping harder and louder and congratulating the slave boy promoting him to a full time pupil on the spot.
In his secluded world the training was especially harsh, old man Yamamoto pushed young Kenji’s body to it’s absolute limit, breaking him down and reforging him like a blade in the fire stronger and stronger each time until finally by the age of thirty the boy (still very much appearing as a young teen at this time due to his status as an innate human) was ready to initiate the rite of succession in the Mugen Ichiryu school. This was the plan or it would have been if his school was not raided by the Iustus due to his master sympathizing with the Resistance. Every disciple dead and even his master, weakened by old age, fell to the might of the group.
Kenji escaped with his life, armor, Mugetsu the customary blade of the master of Mugen Ichiryu and little else. Wandering, through the mountains for days, weeks, months until finally he made his way to an acquaintance of his master who just so happened to be involved with the Resistance and from then on young Kenji devoted his blade to avenging his master quickly climbing through the ranks and gaining the title of Kira, discarding his old name away in favor of one that reflected his current state of mind - a killer.
FATHER: Suda Endo [estranged]
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER PEOPLE: Michio Yamamoto [former master, deceased]
HISTORY: A completely ordinary boy, that is all Akina and Suda asked for when their child was born. Someone normal, someone average, someone who would grow up and take over their business for them. Someone who would have a wife and a few children of his own, someone that would look after them when they got old. For a while this is what they had, Kenji as he was known back then was a perfectly healthy baby boy but on the eve of his third birthday they awoke to something strange and terrifying at the same time.
Checking on the sleeping Kenji that fateful night the door opened and his mother saw a room completely encased in ice and when she approached Kenji in order to pick him up and take him from the room in a panic her entire right arm was encased in ice. It would later be amputated. After some research they came to the conclusion that their perfectly normal baby boy was anything but normal and instead an innate human much to their dismay. News spread quickly of this strange baby being born and quickly the couple became overwhelmed.
Out of options and left with little other option they sold the poor young Kenji into a life of servitude to an old man who sought them out upon sensing an innate was born. This old man was known as Michio Yamamoto, a legendary sword master who took Kenji to his secret training ground high in the mountains of Japan in order to give his pupils a strong opponent to face, basically a tamed Yajuu. Day in and day out Kenji was beaten within an inch of his life by the students, thrown into a cold hole and fed scraps, watery congee and whatever insects he managed to catch on his own for sustenance.
One day during a particularly brutal training session against the top pupil of the school, an exhibition for Yamamoto himself young Kenji refused to use his powers which he so heavily relied on in previous matches against the students. Over and over again the young boy, now eight years old, being beat over and over again with a wooden sword to the point where every breath was pure pain, agony, until suddenly Kenji caught the sword of the pupil between his palms snatching it from the now frightened pupil with ease and with a single masterful stroke of the wooden blade to the neck of the teen Kenji had secured his first kill. A hushed silence fell over the room as the body hit the floor, for sure he thought he’d be killed on the spot but that was kind of what he was hoping for anyway and yet suddenly there was clapping. Old man Yamamoto began clapping at first slowly but then began laughing, clapping harder and louder and congratulating the slave boy promoting him to a full time pupil on the spot.
In his secluded world the training was especially harsh, old man Yamamoto pushed young Kenji’s body to it’s absolute limit, breaking him down and reforging him like a blade in the fire stronger and stronger each time until finally by the age of thirty the boy (still very much appearing as a young teen at this time due to his status as an innate human) was ready to initiate the rite of succession in the Mugen Ichiryu school. This was the plan or it would have been if his school was not raided by the Iustus due to his master sympathizing with the Resistance. Every disciple dead and even his master, weakened by old age, fell to the might of the group.
Kenji escaped with his life, armor, Mugetsu the customary blade of the master of Mugen Ichiryu and little else. Wandering, through the mountains for days, weeks, months until finally he made his way to an acquaintance of his master who just so happened to be involved with the Resistance and from then on young Kenji devoted his blade to avenging his master quickly climbing through the ranks and gaining the title of Kira, discarding his old name away in favor of one that reflected his current state of mind - a killer.
LET'S MEET THE ROLEPLAYER!
ALIAS: Souretsu
AGE: 24
EXPERIENCE: 10 years
CHARACTERS: N/A
SECRET CODE: chikennoodlsoup
NOTES:
RP SAMPLE: A clicking, distinct and clear echoing throughout the hallway. Clicking again, over and over again the sound of a lighter attempting to be sparked in futility. Soaking wet flint preventing any kind of flame and yet the seemingly young man kept trying. Kira saw all of this, every single action as if in slow motion sighing to himself in disbelief at the stupidity. Raining hard today, it was raining everyday lately it seemed and the way the rain smacked against his armor made Kira feel as if his usual stealthy nature was somehow as stupid as a man attempting to spark a flint in the pouring rain.
The alley was narrow, the end Mugetsu barely fitting down the dirty, soaking wet street. Steel boots clanging on the pavement coming upon the futile man. Kira nearly sucking his teeth at the fool but opted to simply avert his gaze and focus on the mission on hand. Attack the warehouse, burn it to the ground. Attack the warehouse, burn it to the ground. Repeating this over and over in his mind as if it were some ancient mantra for self betterment. It was not. Eyes closing shut, opening again to focus on the dimly lit building in the dead of night the rain never ceasing for a moment. Suddenly a hand on his shoulder, the foolish man still not looking up from his lighter.
“Excuse me friend do you have a light?” Kira didn’t turn his eyes, not even for a moment, instead opting to grab the tip of the cigarette between his thumb and index finger instantly turning the cigarette into a block of ice which the man dropped on feeling the burn of the ice against his fingertips. “Hey buddy what the hell is your-”
“You should get out of here.” Kira spoke, his voice colder than the ice he had just created the man nearly falling over. An overwhelming sense of dread washing over him as Kira came into full view, Kira tilting his head to meet the gaze of the man. “Now.” With little else the man vanished, the sound of his footsteps the only reminder of him ever being there. That and his former cigarette turned icicle laying on the pavement in a puddle. Taking a few more steps forward, the air hissing and crackling, an intense blast of freezing cold energy emanating from his body the rain coming down now in a blanket of snow.
A black shadow taking flight across the stark white moon, Kira’s form moving as quietly as can be now under the cover of the snow no longer a rain storm tapping against his armor but a sound dampening snowfall that Kira felt oddly at home in. On the roof now, looking down through the dirty glass panes at the industry inside. Slavers, of course it was slavers, it was always slavery with the Iustus. Normally this would be a job for a few different members but Kira alone was more than enough especially for this paltry lot. A single cut, the glass broken and the masses screaming inside.
“Attack the warehouse, freeze it solid.” An almost faint smile across his lips.
AGE: 24
EXPERIENCE: 10 years
CHARACTERS: N/A
SECRET CODE: chikennoodlsoup
NOTES:
RP SAMPLE: A clicking, distinct and clear echoing throughout the hallway. Clicking again, over and over again the sound of a lighter attempting to be sparked in futility. Soaking wet flint preventing any kind of flame and yet the seemingly young man kept trying. Kira saw all of this, every single action as if in slow motion sighing to himself in disbelief at the stupidity. Raining hard today, it was raining everyday lately it seemed and the way the rain smacked against his armor made Kira feel as if his usual stealthy nature was somehow as stupid as a man attempting to spark a flint in the pouring rain.
The alley was narrow, the end Mugetsu barely fitting down the dirty, soaking wet street. Steel boots clanging on the pavement coming upon the futile man. Kira nearly sucking his teeth at the fool but opted to simply avert his gaze and focus on the mission on hand. Attack the warehouse, burn it to the ground. Attack the warehouse, burn it to the ground. Repeating this over and over in his mind as if it were some ancient mantra for self betterment. It was not. Eyes closing shut, opening again to focus on the dimly lit building in the dead of night the rain never ceasing for a moment. Suddenly a hand on his shoulder, the foolish man still not looking up from his lighter.
“Excuse me friend do you have a light?” Kira didn’t turn his eyes, not even for a moment, instead opting to grab the tip of the cigarette between his thumb and index finger instantly turning the cigarette into a block of ice which the man dropped on feeling the burn of the ice against his fingertips. “Hey buddy what the hell is your-”
“You should get out of here.” Kira spoke, his voice colder than the ice he had just created the man nearly falling over. An overwhelming sense of dread washing over him as Kira came into full view, Kira tilting his head to meet the gaze of the man. “Now.” With little else the man vanished, the sound of his footsteps the only reminder of him ever being there. That and his former cigarette turned icicle laying on the pavement in a puddle. Taking a few more steps forward, the air hissing and crackling, an intense blast of freezing cold energy emanating from his body the rain coming down now in a blanket of snow.
A black shadow taking flight across the stark white moon, Kira’s form moving as quietly as can be now under the cover of the snow no longer a rain storm tapping against his armor but a sound dampening snowfall that Kira felt oddly at home in. On the roof now, looking down through the dirty glass panes at the industry inside. Slavers, of course it was slavers, it was always slavery with the Iustus. Normally this would be a job for a few different members but Kira alone was more than enough especially for this paltry lot. A single cut, the glass broken and the masses screaming inside.
“Attack the warehouse, freeze it solid.” An almost faint smile across his lips.
