"Simon, show time." The soulchaser had heard that message loud and clear, and floated, in his non-corpeal form, over to the closest object to materialize behind, not wanting anyone to see him pop into existance. As he came into his phycial form, he was wearing a heavy parka over top of the biker garb that he had 'borrowed' in San Fransisco. Considering where he was from though, it didn't help much. Hell and Alaska have two very different climates and if he had balls, hw would probably had been freezing them off right then.
He showed no sign of the discomfort, however, as he walked over to join the group. "Enjoy the flight over here? personally, my trip up was like hell," he said dryly. Bryce was somewhat confused as how the big guy he had seen at the house could have possibly made it to Alaska beforehand, but he decided to concentrate more on the task at hand. "If you guys are planning on going outside the city, you might need dogsleds and supplies, if we can get into town, I think i can hook us up with both."
