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Characters: Kyle Rayner and Jack Frost.
Date: Today.
Location: Jack's house in Wood Sector.
Situation: Kyle has been giving this can/can't see Jack theory some thought.
Warning/Rating: None at the moment.

It was very bizarre when a mystery you weren't even pursuing started to piece itself together in your mind. It was even more bizarre when the person it happened to was Kyle, because he usually didn't give much thought to mysteries like this. Or mysteries at all.

Especially when the solution was magical in nature. Still, he owed it to the Jack to provide some kind of explanation, because it was just downright depressing to have to explain to people that Jack (and by extension, the supernatural) was real, but it must have hurt the spirit to know he wasn't believed in even when he was right there. He'd tried explaining the Sandman over the network, and that had ended just brilliantly.

He finds himself in front of Jack's door (strange how he knows all four people who lived in this complex, or just coincidence?) and knocks. 'Hey Jack! It's Kyle. Got a minute?'

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Jack nods, though secret identity was still a little strange to him. But after that discussion with Santo and Victor, he guessed he could see why some people would need or like one.

"All right, I won't say anything."

Then he thought he'd better get back to what Kyle had actually come for. "So I wonder if there's any way to prove the thing about people's belief... it's not really something that can be tested."

Then he flushed a bit, the tinge faintly purple on his cheeks. "Thanks for trying to help me out with this too. I mean, you didn't have to since it's not really an issue for anyone else..."

He shakes his head. 'Hey, it's no problem.' He personally thought it was a little awful being invisible like that, especially when people might have heard something and not seen anyone on the screen.

Kyle ponders how to prove it. 'I suppose you could make a network post asking, but you'd have to keep doing that all the time.' A pause. 'Are you on the welcome committee? Why not try that for a while and see if our theory holds water--' He cuts off before he smiles. 'Oh, I should be making ice puns instead.'

"Yeah, I'm on the welcoming committee," Jack answered. "And I don't know about the network post, I'm worried that'll actually turn off more people from believing than it would help."

Yeah, Costigan's reaction is still pretty fresh in his mind.

"Besides, I might not even be able even if I wanted to. There's kind of... rules, against that, for Spirits. The last time I tried to write my name on a wall where I thought a lot of people would see it, I woke a month later feeling like I'd been run over by a train."

Then he groaned playfully. "Ice puns, like I haven't heard every one of them before. Or made most of them before."

'Hm, maybe you should fill me in one the rules. I don't want to accidentally terrify people into believing in you.' Because that was all shades of not cool.

And then, 'Wow, frozen pundra already?'

Jack sighed. "The problem? I don't know all the rules. The Man in the Moon never told me anything except my name, and everything since then has been trial and error."

"Already? If you were moving any slower on this pun cold front, you'd be glacial."

'We're still just on the tip of the iceberg, little guy.' He grins. 'Anyway, what have you figured out so far from the trial and error?'

"Just as long as you don't get cold feet part way through," Jack countered.

He shrugged. "Most of it has to do with keeping the seasons in balance, which involved a lot of being screamed at by the other spirits. It's not so much of a problem here on the turtle because... well, not a whole lot of variance in seasons yet, at least since I've been here."

'I think you'll find I'm on fire.' He chuckles, and then leans forward to consider Jack's words. 'Okay, did you know any of the rules about telling people you existed? Who could see you, before?'

"Just that I can't do anything that's too... you know, blatant," Jack answered. "So no materializing moving fifty-foot snow sculptures, that kind of thing. The rest of it's kind of a grey area."

He balanced his staff lightly across his knees. "Right before I came here? Jamie and his friends could see me. They helped save all of us. But before Easter? No one could... only the other spirits like me."

'Nothing too blatant sounds about par,' Kyle replied, mostly to himself rather than to Jack. Dream of Endless usually didn't do blatant things either, just showed up and was creepy at everybody.

'Did something happen on Easter?'

"That's another really long story," Jack answered. "But basically? The world almost ended."

Low whistle. 'Good job saving it. Although... I'm not sure that has to do with what might be happening here. It seems like the magic on the turtle works differently from the world you're used to.'

"Everything I've seen points to that," Jack agreed. "I mean, even the fact that it's split between hearing and seeing is weird enough. But now you've got me wondering if the whole 'not too blatant' thing might be negotiable here too."

'I don't think you can do something like make a giant statue out of nowhere... could you?'

Jack grinned with every ounce of mischief and playfulness he was known for. "Is that a challenge?"

Kyle returned it with one of his own. There was a reason his and Guy's pranks were the stuff of legend in the Corps. 'Maybe it is.'

"Then I'll be sure to deliver big on it," Jack smirks right back.

Then his expression becomes more serious again. "But I meant what I said, I really appreciate this. I wish I had one of the other Guardians to talk to about it, I'm sure they know lots more than I do, I'm just too... new."

That sentiment hit Kyle a little too hard - he'd been a rookie himself once. And he'd had John.

'No problem. I'm sure you'll figure it out, you just need time.'

"Time and friends," Jack smiled in return. "And it looks like I'm going to be able to get both here."

'Plenty of both around.' He nearly ruffles Jack's hair but without ring power to use for a forcefield, he settles for a warm smile.

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