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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Nowish.
Location: Earth, Metal, and Wood Sector.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Mind control related trauma, discussion of mass murder.

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[wintershepherd]

"I don't make them!" Jack repeats, stronger this time and he reaches up to push Kyle's hand away. "I can't control people, Kyle! Even if I could, I wouldn't!"

The temperature around them is dropping a few degrees at a time, the normally colder air of his suite taking on a distinct chill now.

"It just gives them the chance! And maybe if people around here weren't always so angry and secretive and controlling all the time, none of you would have needed the help!"

[imaginate]

The green forcefield immediately spreads over Kyle's body to protect him from the cold, and his ring begins to spark and sputter before it starts smoking. Jack's first statements rolls off Kyle and the second one hits him like a bag of bricks. Couldn't control people, huh? What about that, then? Needing help?

'None of us need it in the first place! You want to feel like a puppet, made to do something because somebody else thinks it's best for you? Hell no. We can do it of our own free will or not at all!'

[wintershepherd]

"I can't make people do something they don't want at all!" The air becomes suddenly dry and full of static, all the water vapour suddenly frozen out of it, the third repetition finally sparking a reaction that's not entirely defensive. "Get that through your head!"

Hoarfrost lances out across the wooden floor, coiling into the knots in the tree's rings that made up the floor. "And if you're all so satisfied with the things are, then why are you all so miserable inside most of the time!"

TW torture, possession

[imaginate]

The ice on the floor glows as green light spreads through it, interlacing with the crystals, forcing them to crack and split. Kyle's eyes have turned a pupil-less green. 'You know who you sound like? Everyone who's ever tried mind-control. It starts with "oh hey wouldn't you be happier if I just nudged you to do this? It can't be wrong! You wanted to do it!"'

You know who you sound like? The man who broke me - who broke my will. It can't be wrong, Kyle. You wanted to kill them - hurt them. Didn't you?

Green chains circle Jack and tighten around him, binding the spirit's limbs to his body. 'You keep this in mind - my ring can hurt spirits just as badly as it can hurt people. Next time, I am not going to be so lenient.'

[wintershepherd]

Jack tried to thrash but the chains kept him from moving at all. They felt warm, not uncomfortably so at that moment but enough so that he took notice and the threats are no longer implied but explicit, spoken aloud. My ring can hurt spirits just as badly as it can hurt people.

"It's not the same!" he yelled, squirming against the binds. "You had fun! You had a good time with your friends and they with you! That wasn't fake! Why are you trying to wreck it!?"

[imaginate]

It's exactly the same! he nearly roars, remembering the feeling of limbs moving without his consent, constructs forming, the fear in his friends' eyes—

'I could have done that fine by myself!' he thunders. 'I didn't need help of any kind, and certainly not from you!' He lifts Jack further off the ground and the chains begin to heat up. 'You have all that power, and you abused it!'

Kyle, says John's voice. That's enough. You've made your position clear. Step away.

He's shaking with rage, but the chains dissolve and the glow on the floor fades, although the forcefield doesn't dissolve.

'I'm watching you.'

[wintershepherd]

Jack sucks in a sharp breath, a combination of Kyle's shout, the sudden sting of unwelcome heat as the chains tighten against his flesh and the words that were spoken. For a fleeting second they weren't in Kyle's voice but Damian's ("I'll be watching... I am concerned about you abusing your superior abilities. And way too many potential victims who don't suspect, here.") before he flinches at the barbed words ("...certainly not from you!") like he's expecting a blow to follow.

It doesn't come and the eldritch restrains are suddenly gone and Jack's gaze flicks up to Kyle only to wish that he hadn't, glimpsing the furious scowl and he wants to say something but the green glow seems to have swallowed everything up. But he can't leave it like this, he has to-- he should--

Except Pitch's voice is there again too, oily and knowing and You're Jack Frost, you make a mess wherever you go until it silences anything he could dredge up and so he stands, posture pulled in closed and betrayed, one arm hanging limply by his side while the other crosses his chest to grasp it, not meeting the Lantern's eyes.

[imaginate]

He doesn't stay. He's too angry, and he doesn't trust himself to remain in the same room as Jack for long. He shuts out all the signs of the spirit's distress, which would have spurred him to offer comfort.

He can manipulate my emotions. He is an enemy.

Kyle strides over to the door and slams it shut behind him.