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tushanshu_logs2013-02-25 01:11 am
wintershepherd) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-02-25 01:11 am
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[Closed] Walk Away
Characters: Jack Frost, Oliver Queen / PART TWO: + Kyle Rayner / PART THREE: + Connor Hawke / PART FIVE: + Zatanna Zatara
Date: Following this showdown and Jack's horrible excuse. Exact length of time to be determined.
Location: One of Tu Vishan's abandoned villages (as outlined here) near the shell's edge, a few hours outside Keeliai and by the mountains.
Situation: Taking issue with Oliver's plan of action, Jack has brought him outside the city to see if he can't get his head on straight. Part Two & Three: After their return, there are still some things to answer for.
Warnings/Rating: Ollie's probably not happy, so associated warnings there.
Jack had been out to these areas several times since his arrival, so he flew straight and unerring across the barren landscape, stirring up heavy storm clouds in his wake, pregnant with snow that was only partially intentional, reacting to his emotions. When they finally touched down at the outskirts of a burned husk of a village, Jack dragged Oliver's unconscious form into the most complete building. It wasn't great, but it had four walls and most of a roof and that was good because Oliver was heavy and it didn't help that Jack couldn't stop replaying their conversation in his mind, over and over.
"What if someone starts coming after you the way you're going after these kedan?!"
"Then I kill them."
"Wrong answer."
So when the man awakes, he will find himself under a blanket but sans boots (and said footwear being nowhere to be seen) and Jack sitting in the windowsill, looking out at a thick curtain of falling snow and humming something of a song under his breath.
Date: Following this showdown and Jack's horrible excuse. Exact length of time to be determined.
Location: One of Tu Vishan's abandoned villages (as outlined here) near the shell's edge, a few hours outside Keeliai and by the mountains.
Situation: Taking issue with Oliver's plan of action, Jack has brought him outside the city to see if he can't get his head on straight. Part Two & Three: After their return, there are still some things to answer for.
Warnings/Rating: Ollie's probably not happy, so associated warnings there.
Jack had been out to these areas several times since his arrival, so he flew straight and unerring across the barren landscape, stirring up heavy storm clouds in his wake, pregnant with snow that was only partially intentional, reacting to his emotions. When they finally touched down at the outskirts of a burned husk of a village, Jack dragged Oliver's unconscious form into the most complete building. It wasn't great, but it had four walls and most of a roof and that was good because Oliver was heavy and it didn't help that Jack couldn't stop replaying their conversation in his mind, over and over.
"What if someone starts coming after you the way you're going after these kedan?!"
"Then I kill them."
"Wrong answer."
So when the man awakes, he will find himself under a blanket but sans boots (and said footwear being nowhere to be seen) and Jack sitting in the windowsill, looking out at a thick curtain of falling snow and humming something of a song under his breath.
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Oliver mirrors the motion, putting a hand out without touching the spirit, an attempt to catch him if he falls. "Are you sure?"
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Jack grips his staff, swings the crook end through the snow, and light and flurries leap up to whirl together creating an ice-formed sled, large enough for Oliver to sit in comfortably.
"Bet it's been a while since you've ridden one of these..."
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He starts to get on, before realizing this trip is going to end up painful if he doesn't have a little more cover. Oliver vanishes, returning with the blanket and the remains of the bag Jack brought with them.
Then it's all aboard and he can only hope the trip is uneventful. He's not sure he'd have the wherewithal to do much if it's not.
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Then they're off and the snowstorm that had followed them to the mountains has in return layered the horizon with a pristine path, and the sled is zipping along at an almost motorized speed, kicking up an arc of snow behind them.