NATE
when you're good
no one remembers
no one remembers
"Oh, no Amun then?" Despite an admittedly weak attempt to stop himself, the words leave Nate, though he manages to strip away most of the tone, so it sounds a touch more like he's mildly concerned instead of gloating. They have a task to focus on though, his attention snapping to the ground as Wessex summarizes their dillema.
No, there was nothing he could think of that wouldn't melt, nothing they would be able to procure at least, but an idea came to him nonetheless. "Maybe instead of ice, we could figure out a way to make it moving water? A uh... a pump or something?" It would be more manageable than ice, if nothing else. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, crouching down after a moment of halfhearted glancing around for his own stick.
The doodle he produces is simple, a large, double-walled bucket, with a pump attached. There are minor details to be worked out, more than likely. Steam comes to mind first, as well as the fact that they'll need a fairly large amount of water, though those are both manageable problems.
No, there was nothing he could think of that wouldn't melt, nothing they would be able to procure at least, but an idea came to him nonetheless. "Maybe instead of ice, we could figure out a way to make it moving water? A uh... a pump or something?" It would be more manageable than ice, if nothing else. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, crouching down after a moment of halfhearted glancing around for his own stick.
The doodle he produces is simple, a large, double-walled bucket, with a pump attached. There are minor details to be worked out, more than likely. Steam comes to mind first, as well as the fact that they'll need a fairly large amount of water, though those are both manageable problems.
when you're bad
no one forgets
no one forgets
