886/DANGER: The Ice Fields

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DANGER: The Ice Fields
Date of Scene: 31 March 2020
Location: Danger Room
Synopsis: Ice spiders bad, cocoa good, and shovels are valuable mutant adventuring gear!
Cast of Characters: Illyana Rasputina, Samuel Guthrie, Douglas Ramsey, Kitty Pryde, Roberto da Costa, James Proudstar




Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Remember the warning to wear warm clothing for this one? Yeah, well, Illyana wasn't kidding.

Set the trajectory to harsh: cruel environment, brilliant colours, frigid cold. The Danger Room is awash in shades of blue and white, the terrible antipathy of a dull sky tipped over jagged black islands that slip away into the ice-dappled ocean. Glaciers straddle the fortress-like peaks carving a high wall to the left, the mere spit of a beach formed of chunks of ice and volcanic rock scoured into fabulous formations. Winds wail off the rotten sea-ice that heaves and crashes around the tiny indentation that doesn't deserve to be called a harbour or a fjord, much less anywhere to land a plane or step out of a portal. Welcome to the eternal north, a place where Inuk stories loom large; where adventure for polar pioneers called loud and clear.

Why bother being here at all? Cerebro having a sense of horrible humour, one of those extraction point missions brought on by the torments of a mutation awakening with clear and present signal. Danger. Both.

In the sky, a particularly large and ugly Arctic skua circles around the jagged peaks, screaming its defiance at the sky.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie steps out of the portal as he is wearing coat, and thick pants, even a hat, but was not expecting quite this "Sheesh." He controls his language a bit at the cold, and looks around "Keep your eyes open gang, and count your fingers and toes before we go back home."

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Doug pulls his X-Men issue Arctic Mission Parka up so the hood is snug around his head. "Expect anything. Wampas, the Wendigo, that penguin from Wallace and Grommit, Harpoon -- he's a Marauder, he's... literally an Inuit who throws energy harpoons. Polar bears, killer whales, Robot Santa..."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde sits up in the control room, with Lockheed on her shoulder. She's gotten a good six hours sleep since she saw Illyana and Doug last. Plus a meal that James Proudstar stopped up with. Being Illyana's 'girl in the chair' is one way she can help pay her friends back.

Kitty tosses a piece of caramel corn in the air for Lockheed, and then one for herself, catching it in her mouth and then looking back to the settings. "So glad I'm not the one out there freezing off my- aaaand we're ready," she says as the Shi'ar core-powered hard light emitters come online.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto absolutely ignored the warning about cold weather gear. Indeed he seemed to take joy in defying it, showing up in board shorts and a tank top that read: 'Sun's Out, Guns Out' on the front.

Of course, in his Sunspot form, Roberto doesn't even look cold, and anyone standing near him, (this means you Sam), can feel heat radiating off of his vantablack skin with its golden corona of light.

Standing in a pool of rapidly melting snow, Roberto fans himself with the front of his shirt. "Hot out today or what guys?" he says before he gets serious. "But yeah, what they said, keep your heads on a swivel, who knows what we're getting thrown at us today." He may have his cold gear stashed in a nearby snow bank as a precaution, but shh, he's got an image to maintain.

James Proudstar has posed:
James Proudstar has his uniform on, but he's got one of those swanky X-Men Parkas too. They even got two for his size now! It was a pain having to swap out with Colossus all the time. But despite the warm coat, he shudders. It's not that he actually -feels- the cold that much. But he's an Arizona boy, and well...there's a cold in the high desert, but that's not like this frozen hellscape. It's just a...mental thing, really. Not exactly a phobia, just...a bewildering sense of "this is not where I feel at home."

"Hoo boy." He rolls his shoulders and neck a bit, and cracks his knuckles, "Let's get it on."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The party portal snaps shut once Illyana arises through it, the comforts of the hallway left behind and the preprogrammed activities in hand. Kitty has a particularly good command up there, and should there happen to be a bowl of alarmingly fresh blackberries left for Ms. Pryde and Lockheed-the-Great, know who to blame.

The knife-sharp winds cut down and batter anyone even thinking of lifting their head. Glaciated swirls of ice carve down the flanks of the island, giving next to nothing of a friendly handhold. Presumably the jumbles of icy blocks are climbable, though getting too close to the sea is calamitous as those wet black rocks are razor-sharp and not particularly dry in any sense. Plus, you know, centuries of bird poo encrusted on them. Details count! Another of the skuas launches itself from a high, jagged precipice and whips down with its razor-profile wings shut, smashing into the sea after... something. Something that is long, green, and has too many tentacles to really be normal. The bird most definitely takes off with its dinner.

This isn't even home for the blonde sorceress, but it ironically comes close. Somewhat. She stands closer to Roberto totally because the radiant heat is a plus, and because he's brighter and therefore more likely to be a blindingly bright-dark target. "Find the quarry. Off we go, da? Nothing looks promising around here." She gestures to the empty beach. Not even a clamshell.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Now you're just being cheeky," Doug says to Roberto, with a roll of his eyes so pronounced you can practically hear it. He pulls his coat up against the wind and sets off, picking his way along the beach. "As long as we stay off of the ice - less and less of that these days -- we shouldn't have to worry about bears or orcas. Just keep an eye out, everything around here is colored to hide in the snow."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde gets a couple of the blackberries, tossing them in her mouth. She checks the readings on the simulation. Doublechecks the safety protocols are set right. Everything is looking nominal.

Kitty makes a slight adjustment. A little extra sleet starts to fall, freezing on the way down so it's small, but stinging ice by the time it reaches the intrepid adventurers.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie starts to sat something but then stops. He will lower his voice a bit but still loud enough to be heard by those close by over the wind. "I think we have some company, a bolder seems to be trying to sneak up on us guys." He nods in that direction but does not point trying to be a bit subtle

Roberto da Costa has posed:
For all his bravado, Roberto glances upwards and frowns. Very little sun, simulated or otherwise was cutting through the clouds. It meant his fuel reserves, so to speak, would be low. He dials back the heat, the people closest to him feeling it pull in closer to the black skinned mutant.

He glances where Sam directs, and nods, crouching lower, trying, in vain, to be less of a target. Though he still smiles at Doug, a slash of fire against the black of his body, "Hey when you're awesome you've got to flaunt it."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
"You need a pirate bandanna," Illyana murmurs over Roberto's shoulder, though whether she means him or Doug is an open question. "Possibly beads." She tucks her head lower, since the forked headdress doesn't go very well with a thick parka with a fringe of fur that insists on trying to capture snow or the heat-sapping wind wailing around. She stalks forward to the point where ice overtakes the blasted basalt forming the island, and sets her gloved hand on the surface. It doesn't crumble, so it proves suitable for her adjusting the spikes on her boots. One hard kick plants her toe in the somewhat steep grade, and then goes the other. "Not enough room to fight down there." Next handhold is further up, a jutting bit of intense turquoise ice striated with green in shades so vivid, they can't be real. It's like climbing a rough gemstone, and she has to use some of her strength to start moving in earnest. Now might be the time to piggy-back.

Streams of ice shards go after her, following the girl climbing and, where it's flat enough, moving into a more upright position.

There isn't much by way of a flat plateau, only long tongues of ice and scree disappearing into sudden, deep gashes punched into the ice. And hey, half of those are covered in snow. Watch where you go, or it's a nasty fall.

James Proudstar has posed:
"I dunno, Berto looks like he's working on his tan. Might be here a while." Jimmy notes, but glances around, "Not hearin' much over this wind." He bobs his head towards the peaks, "All the bad things live in or under the mountains, right? Or at least a bunch of nasty birds. Seems like an OK place to start, and if we're luck we might find someplace that's halfway out of this weather." Without much further ado, he starts to follow a parallel path to Illyana, "Hold on, I think I can make some hand and footholds as I go, if anybody wants to follow. He does indeed use his strength to effectively "rip" some more secure hand and footholds while he goes...still slick and icy, but perhaps at least a little less treacherous.

When the sleet starts, he gets a rueful expression on his face and mutters, "Man, I thought we were friends here..."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Meanwhile, that moving boulder... which one? There are only hundreds upon hundreds of blocks of ice fallen from the mountainside. Which one happens to be stalking them? The one at a desperately crooked angle piled up like the slightest gust of wind would send it crashing on Sam? The one sitting by itself on a boulder, innocent as can be? The one that looks like it has a great screaming mouth maybe, or the one that is oh so innocently moving while no one looks at it to sneak up on Doug? There's totally nothing to see until it /leaps/

---and the ice boulder has legs eight feet long breaking out from its body, a lattice of scree tumbling.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
Which is when Doug turns, and goes "WHOA--" And he... ducks, because what can you do when something is leaping at your head except minimize your profile and hope that it misses you. "YIKES!"

Real heroic.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty watches the monitor instead of looking out of the window that looks down on the scene from above. "Come on Doug," she says softly, making hand into a little fist cheering him on. "Come on Doug, you can-" And he ducks. "Well, better than getting hit," she says.

She eats another blackberry. "Going to have to get him a sword," she tells Lockheed. The little dragon lets out a tiny puff of smoke and says, "Mmmrrpgggh." Kitty hrms quietly. "Probably," she says. No she doesn't know what he said either, she just trusts he's probably right.

James Proudstar has posed:
This is ordinarily the kind of thing James would probably kind of enjoy. A chance to cut loose and all, but that screaming-faced...thing...hits him -right- as he's reaching the plateau, sending him and his attacker both tumbling back down the rocky-icy face towards where this little misadventure began. James isn't sure what it is, but he's punching at it on the way down, even as they seem to hit every jagged piece of ice and rock on the way down, breaking several of them along the way.

When they hit bottom, James manages to get control of the situation for a moment, out-wrestling the long-legged thing and managing to hurl it off towards the sea. He doesn't put good odds on it -not- coming back but it buys him a moment to shout:

"I think we got a LOT of Incoming, people!"

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto grins at Illy. "The pirate look is dead," he tells her cheerily. "But yeah, I think I could still rock it."

"What in the hell!" he shouts as the ice block grows legs. He turns and as Doug ducks he lets off with a concussive blast of heat aimed to knock the 'block' out of the air.

Though as the ground rumbles beneath his feet, his eyes widen and shoot downwards before he refocuses his powers downwards taking to the air. Bleeding through precious stored sunlight as he does.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Yes, Matilda, the spider isn't alone. And there are more. Lots more. How many blocks of ice can one count from an egg to bigger than a bus? How soon you want an avalanche of ice horrors coming at you?

The great, big ice block sails through the air with multiple legs gathered together. Vicious legs ending in wicked, barbed spearheads a foot long. (https://tinyurl.com/wvqm2hs) Plunging down towards Doug means a landing of particularly nasty proportions, impalement and very much injury if it could have gotten some stabbing in. Unfortunately it is also a large spider made of ice and for all its bulk, not the very fastest of enemies. Plenty strong, though, as James is about to find out with his. Its snow-stricken body conceals the same eerie blue-green quality striated through the glacier itself.

Flinging the spider out to the sea brings up another horror, a black and white cetacean that killer whales dream of being in their fastness. A huge body breaches the chilly Arctic sea and snaps open a pink maw full of teeth, snap-snap-snapping dinner up.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Magik usually doesn't fly. She stands up there in the line of far too many slowly bestirring bits of snow and ice, and the first reaction is probably the most expected. Out comes the sword, followed by another. Katana in one hand, the Soulsword blazing in a delighted, seething frisson of gold. Swiveling to face uphill, Illyana opts to take a swing at the nearest Olav-gone-wild. Ice sprays around her. Nope, not normal, not a simple avalanche. "Take it, winter!"

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
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WikiAdmin (talk) 02:00, 4 April 2020 (UTC)            //  >:)     //    02:00, 4 April 2020 (UTC)
               EVIL KILLER WHALES

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie will look over to Doug and James "You guys want a lift up?" He starts to hover with a hand out towards Doug. "You need some help with that or you got it Jimmy?" He is ready t move to help the other man if he needs it too.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde sits up in the control room, watching the progress. She starts humming to herself as she makes some small adjustments and then checks on the power levels. All of the readings look nominal and she sits back in her chair, feet upon the console as she tosses more blackberries into her mouth, and sharing some with Lockheed.

And she keeps humming.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdQ3JDLlmPI

James Proudstar has posed:
OK, well...guess James woulda lost that bet. He doesn't spare too much thought for the breaching whale-thing, though he does leap back away from the seaside precipice he was near. No telling what might get too close. With Ice-Spider #3 tossed over the edge, he does pause a moment to look down at the tip of one of those legs that broke off in his hand during the scuffle, particularly eyeing that spearhead-end. Yeah....there's some kinda idea flitting in his head, but he's gonna need Doug to stay alive long enough to make it work. So better see about helping with that. "Brush up on your Inuit Doug. I think we might need it!" He does hurl that spearhead towards the spider that was harassing Doug, following it up with a running shoulder tackle to try to at least buy Doug some breathing room.

"I might be crazy and stabbing in the dark here, but I think these things are the work of who we're looking for. And I think they're either Inuit or know a lot about 'em." He manages to get out towards Doug before he has to move away to start grappling with that Ice-Spider again, "Yeah, I got this! I'll catch up!"

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
As Berto knocks it away, Doug is already moving for cover. "Don't waste your powers showing off, if the cloud cover rolls in, you need to have reserves--" Okay, think Ramsey, think. You can handle this, strategically.

"Get them out onto the ice, guys," He says, "And then have Warpath break it!"

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
It's certainly better than the next track in any old remix. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1frgt0D_f4

Ice spiders skitter and scuttle down the steep incline of the island towards their sort-of-suspecting prey. Big and small, they jump with alarming skill over the crevasses. A few little ones pop up out of the same deep chink in the glacier to check out the excitement, waving their legs in the air. The smallest can be squished into snowballs underfoot. The biggest ones make big targets, fortunately.

Illyana is too busy cleaving through several of the mid-sized targets at the top of the cliff, and she scans at the wave coming towards her. Bad numbers, for certain. "Sam, Berto! You going up or going down?" She points the glowing blade at a long fissure splitting the glacier that has a few chunks acting like ledges, making a descent possible. Dangerous, possible. "Open up a path!" Uh-oh. Big spider. The demon queen of Limbo breaks out in a keening ululation, and hurls herself at the thing. Get it out on the ice? Done. Dancing with big pointy harpoon feet? That means sliding under and around in a variation on a salsa dance.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
"Works for me," Roberto says, about drawing them onto the ice. He comes back down to Earth, blasts one of the mid-sized spiders with a low powered blast. Then fires off two more quick shots at the same level. Trying to piss them off and draw them in.

"Yeah?" he says to Jimmy. "If you were running this show, where would you be hinding?" he asks, looking to end things quick by finding their mutant.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks to the group and says "Looks like they don't like the birds guys." He waits a moment longer for Doug to take his hand and taking it or not he starts to head up "Coming up on your 4 Magik." he says ready to take her hand and take the two up towards the birds and hopefully scattering the spiders some as he blasts threw their ranks.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Plenty of spiders are attracted by Roberto firing at them. They wave their arms. They pile up on one another in their eagerness to reach the people still on the ground, surging for Illyana, Doug, and James in equal measure.

James Proudstar has posed:
"Someplace I could see what was going on!" Jimmy replies over his shoulder towards Berto, before turning back to head-butt the spider hard enough to shatter it's mandibled head like...big ice-cube getting hit with a sledgehammer. It doesn't seem to completely stop the thing, though. so he settles for ducking underneath, and lifting from beneath it's center of gravity, the better to -hurl- the thing towards the mass of spiders that is growing. And then seeing what looks like a suitable mass of spiders gathered in the right place, he -leaps- nearly a hundred meters into the air, aiming to come down in the midst and smash both fists into the icy ground with all the muscle he can muster. He might fall in but well...if anybody can likely survive being in a pit of spiders for a little bit here, it's probably him...right?

And maybe Illyana...they'd probably be skeered of her.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Roberto looks up at the circling birds. "Up there," he says and jumping into the air flying up to where the birds are circling. He decides to risk it and blasts towards the mountain eyes open for the mutant they were seeking.

"C'mon, birdies, come on down," he calls out to the strange creatures.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Jimmy punches a crater in the glacier that reveals the green-blue underbelly and chunks of black rock. Spiders dance around him looking for a chance to swarm or take a stab at him, since their arachnid tactics don't include webbing. Blasts hem them in, while Illyana's flashing attacks make it easy to hone in on her. She flings her ice-mired glove up at Sam for him to grab, waiting til near the last minute. "Volchonok, //soves//!" Yes, she actually knows a made-up language. Or maybe four words in Valyrian, but damn well 'fly.' Shattered ice flies in the air, maybe harmlessly spraying the two men playing air support. Cue her flinging out a portal in front of him, free from crusading spiders.

Up the mountain... Those skuas are big birds with swept back wings, great for diving at speed. Their great pointy beaks are wonderful for eating tentacled sea-monsters. And when Roberto comes tearing their way, the flapping black Vs in the sky start flap-flapping fast to close the distance, their weird shrieks shrill and loud. The welcome wagon seems more like a war wagon, maybe. Oh, they're coming down.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Whatever's churning them out is up on the mountain outcropping but I don't think it has control over them after it sets them loose," Doug says. "Cover me. I've done a little bit of climbing in my day." He waits for an opening, and then with typical impetuousness he sets out toward the mountain and begins to pick his way up the rocks.

"This is dumb," he says to himself, "This is really dumb... eaten by a spider? Snatched and dropped to my death by one of those horrible birds? So many ways to--" He dives through the portal.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Up in the air, Roberto sees the cave at the top of the mountain. "And there we go!" he calls out pointing at the cave. "Hey Sam, time to buzz the tower!" then he zooms forward for the cave trying to get there before the birds get to them.

James Proudstar has posed:
James sees the portal, and with Doug having taken the opportunity to go climbing, he dives through it, not looking too keen on spending more time with a giant pack of ice-spiders than absolutely necessary. Where does the portal lead? James has no idea, but it's probably still a lot better than "giant pack of ice spiders." Maybe. Probably.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie will get close to the cave and tells Illyana "Drive by deposit." He tell her. giving her a fling once near the cave, and counting on Berto being in there with her soon. He will turn to try to keep birds and spiders both off his friends as they make for the cave giving things a mach 1 shove if they get to close

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Cue the drop for the two in the portal being hauled by the literal scruff past Limbo, careening across the hellish landscape of blasted sands and punctuated warmth. Angry spiders run around in circles, the one or two foolish enough to fall in now running around a sand-dunes.
The portal has to terminate -somewhere- Illyana can see, and clinging like a burr to Sam gives her pretty few choices on that one. When he drops her, she makes a sound like a savage laugh, squeezing Sam's hand. Another golden hole erupts high on the mountain slope, where it looks flat at Cannonball speeds. Soon as it appears, Doug and James are perfectly able to see the basalt peak ahead of them, punctuated with a narrow icy cave glittering like a black diamond. The path there is mostly slippery as obsidian, and other than the occasional skua harassing those above, no nasty spiders. Just a golden-haired torpedo flying at high speed to probably collide with the darkness. "Too-fast-too-fast-too-fast" accommodates her chanting plunge into a snowbank. A puff of ice marks the impact point.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Go go go go go move move move move--" Doug calls to the others -- rather than closing on the cave, though he's sprinting toward where Illyana took a dive to pull her out of the snow. "You all right?" He asks, brushing her off, "Anything broken? No? Good!" He looks back up toward the cave and says, "The goal's in sight!"

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Berto comes to a stop inside the cave, his flame like corona reflecting off the black icy walls. He takes a moment for his eyes to adjust and then when they do that's when he sees it, frozen in floor, a woman in the ice, her hair a wild tangle.

"Guys! Guys! Get in here," he calls to the others. "I think we found our mutant."

He turning up the heat around his hands he leans forward and puts them to the ice and hopefully starts to melt through the ice.

James Proudstar has posed:
Coming out on the flat patch of ground Illyana deposited them on, James takes a glance to make sure everyone's OK, casually swatting away one of those birds that tries to dive-bomb him. It does make an amusing squawk. "I'd suggest someone that's not me go next." Because you know...seven foot tall injuns probably scare people. "I might keep swatting these birds though...that's kinda fun."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie continues doing loops outside the cave. He will knock the birds aside for a while, Trying not to make them go poof in a ball of feathers, but knocking them out of the air now and again and trying to make them think twice before coming towards the cave. He will end up in front of the cave hovering like a bit yellow bird zapper

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Illyana struggles against the snow, but with Doug's help, tears herself free from the snowbank. Flakes and chunks of ice fall from her hair; her face is rather red from the abrasion and cold. Shaking her head hard throws back the parka hood and reveals the beginnings of a good goose egg. Well, it will heal. It always does. Black armour crawls up around her neck, the coat barely hiding it. "Alive," she spits out a mouthful of snow and rubs her bleeding lips with the back of her hand. Twice in one day, not the new record by a long shot. Getting to her feet, the blonde wraps her arm around Doug's waist. "Free lift." No use of Limbo this time, but she has that buried strength to make climbing up a slippery path easier. The spikes on the gauntleted glove, spikes on the toes of her boots give purchase as she tears her way up, taking him if he doesn't protest.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
A seven-foot-tall mutant doesn't even make a dent in the size of the cavern. Jimmy can walk through without the least bit of difficulty, though the walls are themselves strange, refracting images through luminous facets with striations of rainbows indulged like a black opal's beating heart. The surface is cool to the touch, the air smelling oddly of brine. Long, sloping tunnels slope like arteries into the heart of the peak, perfect for slip-sliding to the central cave where Roberto is doing Berto things.

A thick slab of ice makes up the floor, same as the walls. In fact, whether they are crystal or the glacier's core is hard to tell. The woman is fairly short, the mass of her hair a flood of tangled black weeds around her. The rest of her body is hard to see, cause it's black crystal and all.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
"Wow, that's obinous." Doug says, at the entrance to the cave, "She sort of looks like something you'd see on the last page of a Junji Ito manga..." He clears his throat, and then tries speaking in Inuit, "Hi! We're here to help you. If you just let these men do their work, we'll see about getting you out of this cave and someplace safe..."

James Proudstar has posed:
"Is she trapped or is she part of it? Don't wanna hurt her..." James says as he moves close. If the crystal is encasing her he'll start trying to gently pry it away (or at least, carefully if not gently). But he's not gonna make that move until he's darn sure it's not doing more harm than good.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Once it's clear it's crystal and not ice, Roberto joins in with Jimmy trying to gently pry away the crystal. "Well, if she pops up and says 'I'll swallow your soul' like in the Evil Dead Trilogy, then we know we've made a mistake."

He keeps prying trying to free the woman from her crystal tomb.

Douglas Ramsey has posed:
When she speaks, Doug raises his eyebrows, and then he says, "Well, it's not quite that but..." He responds in the woman's creepy murmurings, "...What kind of sacrifice? You have to give us some sort of clue here, lady, we can't just start hacking off fingers and hope we just hit on what you're looking for!"

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The ground is hard as crystal, cold like ice. It takes precision to dig out chunks, and she's at least a foot under the stuff. But with gradual purpose, cutting and cracking into it allows sharp splinters and shards to spill away. They are all black as night, scattered widely. In this, Illyana is patently useless since the Soulsword has less effect on crystal, though she can offer a katana or a rock. The broken chunks reveal more of the woman. Her features are definitely Inuit and she is wrapped up in a seaskin coat tangled in sinew cords, knotted all the way down to her feet. Black hair spills everywhere over her face. Somehow, though, when they reach skin, she is clearly breathing. Clammy as hell to the touch, but breathing.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie has the skys cleared at least for now, and he will come in for a landing at the cave mouth looking towards his friends "So what we got gang, I think we got a few minutes before our feathered or multi leg friends get the courage up to come have a chat with us again.

Roberto da Costa has posed:
"Looks like a woman wrapped in a seal skin..." Why did that sound familiar to him. He frowns, likely some sort of old folk tale or something. All the same he keeps working at the ice and try to get her free. "We should hurry if those things going to be making an appearance."

James Proudstar has posed:
James is very familiar with the lore of his people, the Apache, but since coming to Xavier's he's learned a lot about other tribes as well. First the Cheyenne, thanks to Dani. Then others, and there's something tickling at his brain when Doug mentions fingers. A half-remembered fragment of a story. "Check her hands. It's a legend. An Inuit Sea Goddess, don't remember the name right now. Her father cut off three of her fingers to keep her from pulling down his boat and she sunk into the ocean." Probably a lot more to the story than that, but hey, that's the bare-bones."

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
With some digging around, pulling her out isn't hard. She's barely five feet tall, though kind of heavy compared to that size. Other than the clammy skin, nothing about her is too obviously weird. Berto's already seen the red fingers, stained past the knuckles. More noise from the shrieking birds outside echoes dully into the tunnel. Watery black eyes open, pitiless as a shark or a squid. "Run."

Roberto da Costa has posed:
Once the body is free, X-Academy team gathers her up and take her from the cave...

Mission Accomplished

After the sim fades much hot cocoa and snacks are consumed in celebration.