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tushanshu_logs2013-11-02 03:00 pm
wintershepherd) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-11-02 03:00 pm
[OPEN] And a thankful strain...
Characters: Jack Frost & OPEN
Date: Catch-all for November threads
Location: All over!
Situation: General prompts are in the post, prior discussed starters to be set up shortly! Message me if you want me to add a specific starter for your character or just tag in with any scene. Also all threads set after the end of the All Hallowed event end unless stated!
Special Note: Jack will have Baby Tooth with him unless noted otherwise and her visibility follows the UPDATED!! belief guidelines as Jack's do.
Warnings/Rating: TBA in threads if needed.
[ A. STORY TIME ] Keeliai Playground
To say things had been tumultuous lately was an understatement and the weekend afternoon found Jack in one of his usual haunts: a playground frequented by many kedan youngsters. Today he'd brought baggies of sliced fruit rather than his usual candied fare, though there were still an assortment of syrups to dip them into to mix and match the flavours. (He liked spoiling them but even he knew that they couldn't have an entire day of candy, and also Baby Tooth had line-faced at him until he'd decided fruit was fine.) Even now that the kedan children had gotten used to her, they still fawned over her and she adored everyone moment of it.
Here with the kids, things just seemed simpler.
Today he was recounting all the stories about King Arthur that he knew, acted out with voices and icy-formed props. Over the centuries he'd heard many versions and he was admittedly picking and choosing, based on his youthful audience. He'd already covered the miraculous pulling of Excalibur from the stone, the enigmatic Lady of the Lake and the powerful wizard Merlin, and was now mock-staging a battle against the terrible Black Knight. These were all new to the kedan, who drank the tales in with fascination and interjected questions that he didn't mind at all.
"And then King Arthur raised Excalibur high into the air and said, 'Lay down your sword, Black Knight! For Camelot is a kingdom of justice and fairness and if your heart is truly as dark as your armor, I will have no choice but to battle you!'"
The children crowded closer together, eyes wide and some even shifting colours in a physical reaction to their anticipation. Jack used his staff to mime a sword and changed his voice again, deep and rough, to suit the opposite character. 'Then we shall battle!' the Black Knight shouted back, and charged his horse into action!"
A swing of the spirit's staff and a burst of snow and ice crystals depicted a glowing, ghostly figure charging towards the group of children, only to leap over them and explode into sparkling flurries, while they shrieked happily at the display.
"And then..."
[ B. ELUSORY ] Various Locations
Baby Tooth was remarkably patient with her assistance as Jack slowly worked on figuring out how to become intangible and invisible at will. It made sense, he thought when he added in the context of the Guardians, because sight and belief were different things even if the rules of their world did link them. It was Jack and his unique situation that had melded them into one singular concept and now, three centuries after the fact, he was still struggling to disentangle them.
It made sense for spirits to sometimes need to hide, to do their work in secret. That was the thought that Jack kept fixed firmly in mind as he watched his hand become slightly hazy, before passing it through whatever solid object he was nearest to. A table, a rock, a signpost while Baby Tooth chirped encouragingly and applauded when he was finally able to do so without several minutes of concentration to build it up.
"Thanks Baby Tooth," he grinned. "How about we try the whole arm next?"
[ C. METACHROMATISM ] Wood Sector
( n. A change in color caused by variation of the physical conditions to which a body is subjected, especially such a change caused by variation in temperature. )
The first few times, he hadn't even realized he was doing it.
It wasn't unusual for Jack to fly lazy loops in and out of the Wood Sector trees, a small and sparse stand in for his usual forests but he took what he could get. There weren't exactly skyscrapers in Keeliai for him to weave about, so the low branches and curved trunks would have to do. But it wasn't until the third or fourth pass through the same area and absently noting the beginnings of orange and red to bloom on the leaves that he made the connection: he was instinctively starting Autumn.
That definitely gave him pause; that wasn't his season. He'd never had the urge to change the leaves to their fall colours before now, not when there were plenty of other spirits whose niche was precisely that. Is it because there are no other spirits here...?
So he might be found standing with a few leaves in his hands, examining them closely as though they held important secrets.
Date: Catch-all for November threads
Location: All over!
Situation: General prompts are in the post, prior discussed starters to be set up shortly! Message me if you want me to add a specific starter for your character or just tag in with any scene. Also all threads set after the end of the All Hallowed event end unless stated!
Special Note: Jack will have Baby Tooth with him unless noted otherwise and her visibility follows the UPDATED!! belief guidelines as Jack's do.
Warnings/Rating: TBA in threads if needed.
[ A. STORY TIME ] Keeliai Playground
To say things had been tumultuous lately was an understatement and the weekend afternoon found Jack in one of his usual haunts: a playground frequented by many kedan youngsters. Today he'd brought baggies of sliced fruit rather than his usual candied fare, though there were still an assortment of syrups to dip them into to mix and match the flavours. (He liked spoiling them but even he knew that they couldn't have an entire day of candy, and also Baby Tooth had line-faced at him until he'd decided fruit was fine.) Even now that the kedan children had gotten used to her, they still fawned over her and she adored everyone moment of it.
Here with the kids, things just seemed simpler.
Today he was recounting all the stories about King Arthur that he knew, acted out with voices and icy-formed props. Over the centuries he'd heard many versions and he was admittedly picking and choosing, based on his youthful audience. He'd already covered the miraculous pulling of Excalibur from the stone, the enigmatic Lady of the Lake and the powerful wizard Merlin, and was now mock-staging a battle against the terrible Black Knight. These were all new to the kedan, who drank the tales in with fascination and interjected questions that he didn't mind at all.
"And then King Arthur raised Excalibur high into the air and said, 'Lay down your sword, Black Knight! For Camelot is a kingdom of justice and fairness and if your heart is truly as dark as your armor, I will have no choice but to battle you!'"
The children crowded closer together, eyes wide and some even shifting colours in a physical reaction to their anticipation. Jack used his staff to mime a sword and changed his voice again, deep and rough, to suit the opposite character. 'Then we shall battle!' the Black Knight shouted back, and charged his horse into action!"
A swing of the spirit's staff and a burst of snow and ice crystals depicted a glowing, ghostly figure charging towards the group of children, only to leap over them and explode into sparkling flurries, while they shrieked happily at the display.
"And then..."
[ B. ELUSORY ] Various Locations
Baby Tooth was remarkably patient with her assistance as Jack slowly worked on figuring out how to become intangible and invisible at will. It made sense, he thought when he added in the context of the Guardians, because sight and belief were different things even if the rules of their world did link them. It was Jack and his unique situation that had melded them into one singular concept and now, three centuries after the fact, he was still struggling to disentangle them.
It made sense for spirits to sometimes need to hide, to do their work in secret. That was the thought that Jack kept fixed firmly in mind as he watched his hand become slightly hazy, before passing it through whatever solid object he was nearest to. A table, a rock, a signpost while Baby Tooth chirped encouragingly and applauded when he was finally able to do so without several minutes of concentration to build it up.
"Thanks Baby Tooth," he grinned. "How about we try the whole arm next?"
[ C. METACHROMATISM ] Wood Sector
( n. A change in color caused by variation of the physical conditions to which a body is subjected, especially such a change caused by variation in temperature. )
The first few times, he hadn't even realized he was doing it.
It wasn't unusual for Jack to fly lazy loops in and out of the Wood Sector trees, a small and sparse stand in for his usual forests but he took what he could get. There weren't exactly skyscrapers in Keeliai for him to weave about, so the low branches and curved trunks would have to do. But it wasn't until the third or fourth pass through the same area and absently noting the beginnings of orange and red to bloom on the leaves that he made the connection: he was instinctively starting Autumn.
That definitely gave him pause; that wasn't his season. He'd never had the urge to change the leaves to their fall colours before now, not when there were plenty of other spirits whose niche was precisely that. Is it because there are no other spirits here...?
So he might be found standing with a few leaves in his hands, examining them closely as though they held important secrets.
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He moved towards the nearest window and said, "Hey Tiger, tell him to watch over here," before pressing his hand to the glass. Icy curls began to form on the surface.
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Well, since he wasn't hear anymore, Tiger didn't have to deal with that mindfuckery.
"Oh, Bunny! Look! Look what Jack's doing to the window! See? I told you there's someone else here!"
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Before Barnaby could remind his partner to use his inside voice, though, his attention was directed toward the window.
"Ice ferns," he observed as he watched the distinctive leaf-like shapes blooming across the glass. There was something strangely nostalgic about them, perhaps buried behind some long-forgotten memory. Regardless, the ice ferns formed quickly, too controlled to be anything but deliberate. Not that it was terribly shocking, with how insistent Kotetsu was being about all of this--
And, then, as soon as Barnaby blinked, he saw a pale hand pressed against the window's surface. Moments ago there'd been nothing but empty space, but now a young man stood before him.
Raising his eyebrows in muted surprise, he met the boy's gaze.
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"Hey, there we go. A little demonstration goes a long way, huh?"
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"You're one to talk," Barnaby flatly remarked. Honestly, after hearing Kotetsu go on about it, and then getting a firsthand demonstration, how could he stubbornly stay blind to the truth? Of course, that probably said more about his faith in Kotetsu more than anything else, but trusting your partner wasn't a terrible thing.
"My apologies," he said, turning to Jack now. "My name's Barnaby Brooks Jr. I've been wanting to meet my partner's neighbors for awhile, so I appreciate being able to see you now."
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"Oh, right! Jack! We've got cake!" Duh, that was the whole point of this! He completely forgot. Scrambling back into his kitchen, he took the remainder of the large birthday cake off the ice box. "It was Bunny's birthday a couple of days ago, but uhhh..." Well, it was shameful to say they couldn't finish all this cake before it went stale, but here they were.
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Correcting him just wasn't worth the energy anymore.
"Obviously, it's a lot for two people to eat by themselves," Barnaby supplied. "If you'd like, you're welcome to some."
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"You're a spirit, right? So you've got a lotta room for it!"
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Come to think of it, he wasn't sure what he thought about Kotetsu's idea of inviting a spirit to eat some of their leftovers, but so far Jack hadn't given any indication that he was incapable of enjoying food. Still, Barnaby watched their exchange, mildly curious about whether the boy could help with their problem.