tushanshu_logs | 'Cause I found what I was missing

Characters: Frank Zhang and OPEN
Date: A day or two after his intro
Location: On the way to the turtle's head
Situation: Frank practicing archery and shapeshifting a bit (with different threads), because it's been a while and it's a good way to get his head to stop spinning after so much information dumped on him.
Warnings/Rating: None, will add if needed

Frank Zhang didn't consider himself useless, despite what others might say about his self esteem. He simply knew what he was good at, and the things he... wasn't. There was nothing bad in being realistic about your own abilities, or so he kept telling himself.

And he was aware that this was way beyond him. Being somehow 'teleported' into this world- if not outright cloned- when everything was in chaos, the war that they were supposed to be fighting against an enemy so powerful they couldn't even pronounce their name, the way his friends had reacted to the arrival of a demigod he hadn't even heard about, the fact that he could maybe never get back home...

'Beyond him' was putting it lightly. He had never felt more like a burden to his friends, more unable to do anything to help them out. So he did what he did best in this kind of situations.

Train his abilities until he could become useful. He was the son of Mars, and as much as that had made him feel awkward it was who he was. And a son of Mars never ran from a battle.

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"Besides the holiday carol? Not even a little. Jack Frost was... just a name, a saying, no one really connected it to a person or figure, myth or not. Sucks when you can't be seen unless people believe in you."

The teen offered a shrug, deflecting as best he could how he felt about it. Rather than drag the conversation though, he was quick to add, "But I got a few believers, so it'll be different when I get back! What does Bunny say... no worries!"

"Well..." He pauses because that makes sense. "If I'm honest I didn't really think you were more than a saying until I found out roman gods were real and got trained by a wolf.

I guess when you've seen that, you believe in everything." And another pause... "Wait, Bunny?"

Jack nods as though the revelation didn't really surprise him about being little more than an offhand reference. "There's a lot of people here connected to... gods," he said thoughtfully. "Training by wolf though, that's pretty cool. No pun intended."

A quirked smile at the addendum. "Mhm. He was here, but he's gone back home now. And yes, another 'as in, you know...'"

He can't help the laugh at the pun. "Uh, I don't know if cool is the word I would use. It was intense, for sure.

Soooo in, you know- another spirit? What kind of spirit is a bunny?" Wait until he gets it...

And Jack just puts his hands behind his head, grinning at Frank while waiting for the lightbulb to come on.

"Big ears, poof tail, c'mon..."

A frown because for a moment he thinks Jack might be messing with him- isn't that kind of Jack Frost's thing? to play around? But then it hits him.

"Easter!" He hits his forehead with the palm of his hand, laughing because man that was so obvious. And then he looks up at Jack again, eyes wide. "Wait, Easter. The Easter bunny was here?"

"See, I knew you'd get it!" Jack seems just as pleased as Frank does that he's put the clues together. It's belief, pure and simple and while Bunnymund may no longer be present, the winter teen refuses to believe that the karma is wasted.

"Yeah, he was for a few months -- in time for Easter here, in fact! He gave everyone baskets of chocolate, just like at home. But he was sent back a few weeks ago."

"Aw man, he was here and I missed him?" He laughs because this is all so surreal. He's talking to the spirit of winter about the spirit of Easter, and he thought his life was complicated.

"Was there an egg hunt?"

Jack's glad that Frank is laughing, joining in after a moment. "Not this year! It hadn't been very long after last Easter for us when he arrived so I think he was still a little burnt up. Plus with the turtle the way it is, he was helping to keep the Wood Sector from decaying so much."

"Oh, right." He makes a face, he'd gotten here in a bad moment for the turtle it would seem.

"Well, it's sad I didn't mean get to meet him but it's an honor to meet you, Jack. Big fan of your, uh, work. I'm Canadian so I know about snow."

Jack flushed a little at being told it was an honour, a lilac tinge across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. "Thanks," he said. "Should I, uh, let you get back to your archery?"

"Well..." he glanced back to the bow "I've been at it for a little more than an hour now, wouldn't hurt to take a break."

And then he looks up at him, eyebrow raised. "Unless you'd like to learn?"

"You... think I could?" Jack asked and oddly, his tone made the words into a genuine inquiry of his capability rather than Frank's willingness.

He shrugged, grinning wide at the idea of being able to teach a legend like Jack Frost anything.

"As long as you don't freeze the bow, why not? You can tense it as well as I do, and aim just takes practice."

"I won't," Jack is quick to assure the safety of the weapon. "I'm not actually that cold right now, not like usual. I'll be careful with it."

So he offers it to him easily. He'd rather let him a different one to practice but they couldn't really be picky about it at the moment.

"Then be my guest."

Jack laid his staff on the ground and accepts the bow, holding it reverently. He pulls experimentally on the string as though testing the strength required to draw it back.

"Okay, so... where should I stand..."

'Cause I found what I was missing

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