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character: pryce_(pokemon), copyright: pokemon 1boy, solo, pryce (pokemon), old man, short white hair, brown eyes, bright pupils, white pupils, driving, piloting, ice tank, open-top, roofless, exposed cockpit, no roof, two ice drills, drill cannons, ice cannons, transparent ice hull, sitting, hands on controls, gripping levers, from above, high angle, dutch angle, foreshortening, cowboy shot, looking up, looking to the side, slight smirk, raised eyebrow, one eye narrowed, goggles, frost breath, snow, cold, blue palette, cyan palette, white palette, daylight, wide shot, vehicle focus, winter, snowy ground, The camera looks steeply down from the high left shoulder of the ice tank: a chunky open-top vehicle whose hull, glacis and side sponsons are cut from thick translucent ice, its interior a rounded open cockpit with the roof panel utterly absent so the sky sits directly over the driver's seat. Pryce fills that opening -- an old man with short white hair, brown eyes with bright white pupils, seated low in the bucket seat, both hands wrapped around two upright control levers, shoulders leaning into the turn, chin tipped up as he glances out and up past the drill mounts. His right hand grips the left lever high, his left hand has the right lever pushed forward, ice-cold frost feathering from his nose and mouth; a wrap of scarf drifts sideways with the tank's motion and a single loose hair lifts. Two enormous conical ice drills are bolted where cannon barrels would run, one on each side of the cockpit forward of him, each a spiraling screw of clear blue ice with a steel collar at the turret mouth; the left drill points slightly right of frame and the right drill punches deep into foreground, its tip foreshortened huge, glinting. The drills bite into a fall of drift snow and throw it up in arcs that slap and stick along the tank's prow and clump on the drill flights' upward-facing edges while the undersides stay clean. The tank rides a churned white slope, treads packed with snow, its shadow a hard dark slab cast down-slope to the right; the horizon of a snowfield and bare black pines lies far below the camera's line. Cold daylight comes from the upper left, skymat bounce filling the ice hull from within as a pale glow so the cockpit's interior is lit from the wrong side -- the ice filtering the sun through itself -- and the exterior top surfaces stay brighter than every face; the palette holds only the whites and blues of snow and ice, Pryce's warm skin and browns as the single contrast, steel collars and dark pines as the only darks. Grinning, giddy, small against the machine.
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