[With the blizzards continuing and the snow drifts growing higher and higher Hiro knew it was time to start moving his stuff from the Station to Spire 10, just in case things got so bad he wouldn't be able to travel. It was a slow move at first, hopping the ring at the Station to the one in Spire 10 and taking supplies back little by little until the last thing that remained was Baymax's arm and Hiro himself.
Due the Station's destruction thanks to the jabberwocky's game, snow made its way inside and started to pile up and effectively creating a blockade from the inside of the Station out to the fairy ring on that last day. It also had spilled right into his room and frozen Baymax's arm to the ground. It was annoying, frankly, but if Hiro was anything he was resourceful.
He hated to do this to his friend, but metal heated up pretty fast and he needed to get out of there and start checking for people again. Crouching down, he placed a hand on the metal and allowed his palm to grow warm, flames sprouting up to heat the robot's arm. He thought the snow and ice had melted enough and he moved to grip on Baymax's arm, giving it a tug--
--and promptly falling back into a pile of snow and landing at the feet of a native who'd been frozen in place. There came a yell and Hiro scrambled up, staring for a moment as he tried to think of the best way to tackle the situation. Fire still licked the palm of his hand as Hiro tried to will it away, trying to explain to the native that he wasn't a fire user and that lighting them up would probably be a bad, bad idea. Anyone walking by might notice the boy with one hand on his robotic arm and the other still shaking away flames and hear one last protest.]
No, seriously, you do not want me to actually do that.
Leo
Due the Station's destruction thanks to the jabberwocky's game, snow made its way inside and started to pile up and effectively creating a blockade from the inside of the Station out to the fairy ring on that last day. It also had spilled right into his room and frozen Baymax's arm to the ground. It was annoying, frankly, but if Hiro was anything he was resourceful.
He hated to do this to his friend, but metal heated up pretty fast and he needed to get out of there and start checking for people again. Crouching down, he placed a hand on the metal and allowed his palm to grow warm, flames sprouting up to heat the robot's arm. He thought the snow and ice had melted enough and he moved to grip on Baymax's arm, giving it a tug--
--and promptly falling back into a pile of snow and landing at the feet of a native who'd been frozen in place. There came a yell and Hiro scrambled up, staring for a moment as he tried to think of the best way to tackle the situation. Fire still licked the palm of his hand as Hiro tried to will it away, trying to explain to the native that he wasn't a fire user and that lighting them up would probably be a bad, bad idea. Anyone walking by might notice the boy with one hand on his robotic arm and the other still shaking away flames and hear one last protest.]
No, seriously, you do not want me to actually do that.