(At first Howard had thought that maybe this whole big freeze thing was something that just happened. Like a cold front coming in from Canada, he'd experienced frigid winters in New York, 1934 had been a particularly frigid year when he was still in school and hadn't yet come to economic wealth, so to begin with he had bundled up to try to make the best out of it. It would pass, wouldn't it? But as with everything he'd experienced so far in this world, there was always something more to it than what met the eye. The Roc, he learned, was a large and terrifying beast of a bird, the master of them of sorts, taking over after the Jabberwock he had missed while out cold. And people were wondering whether it could be combatted at all.
Traditional methods had been used. The Station was warm enough in some places, large bonfires constructed where those who were there gathered, most sleeping together closely for the shared warmth of both fire and multiple bodies. But even with the fires roaring, the ice and the cold came creeping ever closer, and he worried it would soon give them less and less space, and in the end freeze them all. (He remembered seeing frozen corpses in in the streets of New York then, those poorer than even him left out in the cold with nothing but fraying clothes. It wasn't a pretty sight, he didn't want to witness it again.)
And so he had begun to think, pacing back and forth for what felt like days as he tried to comb through his brain for ideas, but all of them were too complicated. All of them relied too heavily on access too materials he didn't have. Until, of course. One day it dawned on him as he sat tossing and catching a mobile phone in the air. It had gotten away from him and come crashing apart on the floor, and it was the metal shining up at him that opened his eyes.
He had scrambled for his locket, alerting Hiro who he knew was there too, telling him to find him as soon as he could. He had an idea that just might help them combat and keep the ice at bay. He had lost track of time, really, and so for him Hiro may have taken hours or just minutes to appear. Either way, when he did, he found him surrounded by computers he had gathered from around, now hunched over slightly as he tore them apart.
His gaze flickered up, the wild sort of I haven't slept in days look bright in them.)
Magnesium.
(He gestured at the pile of metal on the table. It wasn't much, yet, but powdering it finely enough it could be spread over a large area. Sure, it burned quickly, bu tthe intensity should make up for it.)
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Traditional methods had been used. The Station was warm enough in some places, large bonfires constructed where those who were there gathered, most sleeping together closely for the shared warmth of both fire and multiple bodies. But even with the fires roaring, the ice and the cold came creeping ever closer, and he worried it would soon give them less and less space, and in the end freeze them all. (He remembered seeing frozen corpses in in the streets of New York then, those poorer than even him left out in the cold with nothing but fraying clothes. It wasn't a pretty sight, he didn't want to witness it again.)
And so he had begun to think, pacing back and forth for what felt like days as he tried to comb through his brain for ideas, but all of them were too complicated. All of them relied too heavily on access too materials he didn't have. Until, of course. One day it dawned on him as he sat tossing and catching a mobile phone in the air. It had gotten away from him and come crashing apart on the floor, and it was the metal shining up at him that opened his eyes.
He had scrambled for his locket, alerting Hiro who he knew was there too, telling him to find him as soon as he could. He had an idea that just might help them combat and keep the ice at bay. He had lost track of time, really, and so for him Hiro may have taken hours or just minutes to appear. Either way, when he did, he found him surrounded by computers he had gathered from around, now hunched over slightly as he tore them apart.
His gaze flickered up, the wild sort of I haven't slept in days look bright in them.)
Magnesium.
(He gestured at the pile of metal on the table. It wasn't much, yet, but powdering it finely enough it could be spread over a large area. Sure, it burned quickly, bu tthe intensity should make up for it.)
Grind it up, spread it out. It might just help.