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Jack Frost "You can...                                                                                   see me?"

[decemberous]

“The winter solstice is still a ways off, but there’s no real time like now to start prepping for when winter’s really on top of us, dont’cha think?” Amicably was the remark presented, a snap of fingertips marking what would be just a meager snowfall to start. However, imbued by the bite of the cold which did accompany it, Jack adds a second dose of his power (those restricted to producing a gentle snowfall) atop the first, until across Sector oo6 a thin layer of powder was beginning to coat the ground much as a blanket might-- and with only more on the way.

“What do ya know. Now it really feels like the holidays, am I right?”

[decemberous]

The distinct creak of the door as it slips open is the first thing to catch Jack’s attention-- the second being that he probably should have taken a moment to set the lock at his back. Then again, it isn’t really every day you’ve got a stranger barge in unannounced on your afternoon...well, he wouldn’t exactly call it a routine. So from his position sprawled seated upside down on the couch does he readjust himself, gaze turned pointedly away from the drone of the television at his back.

“Y’know, maybe just call me old-fashioned...but don’t people usually knock to announce their barging in uninvited?”

      ❆ @thecowbxy

[decemberous]

“That’s...that’s really good.” Conversationally given voice, the boy deposits himself into a seat cushioned by a verdant sea of grass. The long piece of wood he’d procured as a walking stick enroute to where he now rests is lain to his side whilst a smile befalls youthful features. Awaiting the eventual acknowledgement of his compliments towards her craft, he can’t help but to chuckle, listing on his finger the number of trades the young woman had shown herself to be adept at in their many weeks of acquaintanceship prior to his departure.

“Musician, seamstress, paper-mache master, and artist too? Is there anything you can’t do, Punzie?”

     ❆ @lichtia

[decemberous]

GUΛRDIAПƧ ❆ ΣVΣПƬ

It must have aired on the side of the ridiculous; the calls for the very youth who’s spitting image walks the streets ringing off of adjacent buildings as Jack’s soles pound across the pavement. It’s been a long time since he’s had to rely so much upon the pure stamina which carries him through to the depths of District Zeta. And, by the time he arrives, he’s heaving a little for breath. What he wouldn’t have given for the gift of flight again beneath his heels!

Muscle memory hardly his own caries him along the path towards the dorm his host split alongside his brother, faint memories of the day they had come by the joint surfacing the further still he treads. Only, by the time he reaches the door, the familiarity has faded in turn for the startling awareness that there’s no way he could stand in for the elder Hamada by any means. And, it’s this thought which stays his knuckles just shy of a sharp rap on the door.

A glance through the window avails him of the sight of a teenager’s back-- a crown of dark locks unmistakable for the youth all the confirmation Jack needs to determine this is indeed the home of the friend he sought. And, just so, there he stands!

Arms lift above Jack’s head as he mouths wordlessly a plea for the other to find his way outside. The advantage of the placement of the window behind the boy’s younger brother certainly does help, as catching his attention isn’t so much the issue as communication itself. But the message makes its way, and Jack again conceals himself beyond the scope of the window before he could be caught by the kid standing before it.

“Tadashi--!” This time a breathlessness of a different sort takes him as he comes eye to eye with the new arrival unto the outdoor scene. Exhilaration is first, and a little confusion, but most of all...he’s just relieved! However, he’s not quite so put off to avoid cracking a laugh.

“Did you do something with your hair?”

     ❆ xstillhere

[decemberous]

chronokind:

     You consider his remark, wondering if he’s being facetious or sincere. In all likelihood, it’s the latter and not the former; you’ve spent enough time in this place to understand shit goes down that you can’t explain under “normal” circumstances.

You outright laugh when he bounces your snark right back at you. You weigh your options: You could say some bullshit , tell some joke that makes up for your absurd attire in one way or another; or, you could tell him the truth, like he probably just did for you. Ultimately, you shrug.

     ❝what would you say if i told you im a god.❞

A hand props itself upon the spirit’s waist as he contemplates his company. And, momentarily, Jack finds himself subject to the scrutiny of two, the ferret Dave had discovered staring intently alongside his carrier. The silence marks Jack at a momentary loss of words, before to his lips arise something of a subdued chuckle.

“I’d say you’ve got some pretty weird taste in “godly” attire.” The winter spirit remarks. Not that he really has any room to talk. Therefore, it’s in the moment following that his tone sobers in favor of curiosity, a hand outstretching as they walk to skim the head of the critter Dave bears towards their destination.

“I’m all ears though, go on.” Jack now urges him despite eyes steadfast and downcast to the aforementioned ferret. “What can you do?”

[spectrator]

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“Do you…ever think it’s kinda weird?” Tentatively did the inquiry arise at first, blue eyes affixed to the point the subjects of his attentions lingered on a low perch. There he appeared perfectly at peace to watch the day to day goings-on with menial interference. However, it was in Norman’s nature to know that not all things were exactly as they appeared.

And, admittedly, voicing this to someone of the plane over (or so it would seem) was considerably easier than any attempt made of equal effort upon the living.

“That– that they can see you, I mean…?”

     decemberous

[decemberous]

The voice startles Jack to attention, and even more-so the words professed. So taken aback is he, in fact, that he can’t help but squint in wonder and awe, the question arising whether he really had heard correctly just what had been said. And, after a few determining moments where words fall short on his tongue, he decides there was nothing else he potentially could have heard.

“Weird, huh? What makes you say that?” The smile he adopts is a little more trying as he regards the youth at his side, now poised before him with a slight pivot upon his heel. And, although it’s unsettling to be forced to recall a time he didn’t enjoy such a luxury, curiosity outweighs his concerns in the end to question what had brought about this impromptu inquiry.

[chronokind]

  ❝definitely not,❞ you say, in reference to ferrets being non-native to the harsh streets of Hive City.    ❝but if you have an idea of where this dude might be from then im all ears. i literally have no clue.❞

You follow the boy for some way, observing him quietly. He kinda reminds you of John, but without the wide-eyed doofy quality your bro possesses. You kind of nod at his attire when you get the chance.

  ❝so i hate to ask this at the risk of sounding like a dick but youre kinda dressed like a storybook character. i mean.❞ You gesture at your god tier attire. ❝not that im any better. but im just like. whats your excuse.❞

[decemberous]

Jack neither stops nor slows his pace as discourse again picks up the flow of conversation substituted for action. And, at the inquiry, Jack can’t help but grin. At the least his company appears willing to acknowledge his own harmless hypocrisy, a trait fewer and fewer people have the dignity to come by these days.

“What would you say if I said...maybe I am one?” This retort Jack places playfully at first, the glance slung back at his company momentarily returned to the route ahead as he traced a route towards the local pet shop. “Or something like that anyways.” Stories like that were a bit bigger on happy endings if he was being frank-- something he didn’t yet consider before this current stranger.

“What about you?” The spirit now inquires with a smirk, echoing the other’s words right back to him. “What’s your excuse?”

[concalesco-deactivated20150916]

Princesses should not gallivant about on the beach.

However, Anna had never been the typical princess and the thrill of actually being able to run about on the beach had simply been too much to pass up. So, in a rather old-fashioned bathing suit, the teen jumped right into the ocean before her, enjoying the cool water in contrast to the hot sun… Until she suddenly got knocked over by a wave.

     ❝ Ugh–!! ❞ an exclamation is given as she attempts to pick herself up on the beach’s shoreline, a piece of seaweed blocking her sight… That is, until a stranger comes along and plucks it off of her head. Looking up at the male for a moment, the girl seems a little stunned and opens her mouth to speak… Until yet another wave comes crashing back onto the duo.

Oh dear.

     ❝ Maybe not, but it sure does pack a punch! ❞ she answers his earlier statement, spitting water out of her mouth before flashing him a grin as well as a hand to help him up.

[decemberous]

She seems resilient; something Jack’s relieved to note as the second wave barrels down upon them. This time he finds himself thoroughly soaked alongside the princess, accepting the consequences of his interference with a light-hearted laugh. When he sits up, it’s with a crown of sea foam and disheveled kelp, and he tousles it from snowy locks before accepting the extended hand.

“Hey, I’m not complaining!” The spirit chips in as he begins to wring dark sleeves of amassed sea water. True though it was that a hoodie simply wasn’t practical in weather such as this, a constant coating of frost continues to cleave to the aforementioned fabric in spite of the heat.

“Who knew there was a place like this hanging out in a corner of the city.” Jack speaks again as he shuffles in the shallow waters, relishing the feel of white sand beneath their soles. “Makes you wonder what else is out there. And who knows, we could have a whole volcano in store for December!”

[lichtia-blog]

❁ decemberous

[lichtia-blog]

          {{☀}} “Jack, oh my god! Jack!” The boy appeared to be sleeping but the princess could not be sure. “Are you melting!? Are you going to melt!?” Rapunzel circled his fallen form pacing with a nervous energy she often possessed in times of great stress.

         “Should I get some ice to pour on you? Don’t tell me you’re messing with me…” Then it clicked, he was totally messing with her

[decemberous]

One eye opens briefly, only to be shut again against the garish sunlight bearing down upon them. And then, to supplement his despairing facade Jack speaks as though the task borders upon the laborious.

“No, no, I’m really feeling it. I’m...not gonna make it.” The winter spirit insists, doing his best to deny the corner of his lips the slight upturn that would throw his whole scheme out of whack. “If only there was some way... Like a freezer, or a--” A slight squint out of the corner of his eye gives him the saving grace he’s looking for. But this time when he speaks, a smile he can’t help but project teasingly along with the suggestion.

“Or a snow cone stand!”

[decemberous]

_ _ _ _ ❅ _ _ _ _ _

[crubas]

     He should have faith in what he left behind. He should have faith in the friends he was forced to abandon. It stung him deep down, knowing the state of things back home, that people were counting on him– and all he could do was hope that this was all a dream. If so, he had to credit himself for a strange and wonderful mindscape, this was incredible, he had to admit, no matter how pressing other matters were. Though Toothless following him here, to this place, was a weight off his conscience. He held some hope the others would follow, and soon.

     The current situation took precedence, utilising what limited coin and paper this world seemed to favour for trade to reconstruct his dragon’s missing tail fin. He was back to his roots, scrounging for what he could afford and find. It was that first, saddle and all its accompanying bits and pieces later. First, that Night Fury needed to get off the ground.

                     ❛A downed dragon is a dead dragon,❜                                                                             Gobber would always say.

     Here, the same rules applied, even moreso than ever before. Now if only he could find that thing—-

     There he was, concentrating, when a voice decides to wander along and break focus. Settling back onto his knees, he tilted his head back, noting first the face– then that lost tool of his. The young chieftain rose, brushing off his thighs.

          ❝Hey, it could be! How do you know? I could just— ❞ he tossed up a hand for emphasis, ❝–have a knack for thinking outside the square.❞

[decemberous]

Eyebrows raise at first when confronted with such a retort. But a crooked smile follows soon after, the device the brunette appears in search of tossed loftily in hand as Jack maintains his vantage point above the other. And just out of reach, at that.

“Sounds like one hell of a project.” The winter spirit comments, willing to play along with the other’s playful banter for the time being. It was a lot more fun playing twenty questions anyhow if he was being honest. “Y’know...I’ve seen plenty of science fair projects-- volcanoes, the old diet pepsi and mentos mix, potato batteries, but this probably takes the cake.” Here Jack rises, stepping with relative ease straight from his high-hanging branch the length to the ground without batting an eyelash.

“You some kinda engineer?” The spirit now questions, lowering himself to a crouch at Hiccup’s former level as he regards the fin in-progress. “Most people, when they want to fly, they think about buying a plane ticket, or renting a glider.” Jack now ventures to surmise from the build, although not yet fully understanding how the device could be applicable to any human host.

“Although,” He speaks again whilst rising and tracing a few paces about the other, a grin once more cast over his shoulder at the new-ly acquainted stranger. “You could always try skydiving if you’re feeling particularly adventurous.”

[decemberous]

FIЯП ❄ ΣVΣПƬ

[xstillhere]

     “Ungh… I’m–… what?”

Due to the frequent cloudy skies and mild temperatures of San Fransokyo, the only thing this type of weather left Tadashi with was sleepy eyes and frequent yawns. As a result, the most likely occurred: a nap on the beach while tanning. He should have known from the start that leaving himself vulnerable to Jack’s shenanigans was a horrible, horrible idea.

And so, once his vision began to return to him, all his other senses started to rush back. The faded jingle from his phone became a full blast of his ringtone, and the figure above his head made itself – himself – clear. The realization of how absolutely broiling the temperature was returned as well, unfortunately.

The eldest Hamada blinked, squinting as Jack’s face came into view. “Am I?” he returned, half sleepily, half sarcastically. He tried to move his arms, but to his surprise, they seemed to weigh the equivalent of an elephant. “…Dude, what did you do…?”

This time, he attempted to sit up, but the weight of whatever-that-was-pushing-down-on-him returned. Instead, Tadashi lifted his head to see what was piled on is body and –

“Did… did you give me sand tits? …And a seashell bra…?” He was  more impressed than anything else. The intricate details of the bra were quite admirable.

[decemberous]

“It’s good right?” Beaming comes across this remark, perfectly paired to an expression befitting the tone as Jack leans upon the stick of driftwood he’s taken in place of a staff. An elbow propped upon the blunted surface of the white-washed wood, it’s again to his pocket a hand reaches, producing the glowing screen of his cell phone.

“You can move, man. Don’t worry; this masterpiece will always live on. I sent you a little momento too.” Jack leans down ever slightly so that Tadashi can take a look at the photograph and see his compromising position in it’s full glory-- “sand tits”, seashell bra, merman tail and all. And, before the elder Hamada can burst forth from the sand and claim the device as his own, the spirit again draws back.

“Sent one to your brother too! Man oh man, is he gonna get a kick out of this.” He teases, returning the device safely to his pocket before depositing himself with a light plop! in the sand beside Tadashi. Here he awaits the eventual scramble to freedom the brunette would have to fight against the packed sand, the makeshift staff propped beside him as Jack leans back on his own hands to take in the horizon.

“Feels good to catch a break from all that stuff that happened.” This remark is a little more sobering, though it does little to diminish Jack’s smile just the same. “You holding up alright? I know things got...pretty bad out there.” He inquires, fully aware of the part he (or, the other him) had to play in it.

[yango86]

Jack Frost go on vacation-!

[postumbrarex]

It was here through the state of the art science and not magic, including a bit of rope, that Maxwell took the ice, and created something truly grand.

“Now I can beat the heat.”

[decemberous]

“Okay, I gotta admit, that’s not a bad trick.” Jack can’t help but to remark. Yet in spite of how impressed he appears, some mischievous note dares to enter his tone once again.

“Sooo, what happens when it all melts?”

[decemberous]

A hand rises to cover the winter spirit’s mouth momentarily, concealing a chuckle as the girl rises from her tumble into the waves. All in all, she seems to be taking it in rather good spirits, bolstering a grin to Jack’s features as he approaches.

“Hang on, just a moment.” He intercepts affably enough, extending a hand to pluck from auburn locks a lengthy piece of seaweed. This dangles between them momentarily before he casts it to the wayside, looking what he might later reflect as being far too cheerful given the young woman’s recent plight.

“There you go. Good as new. A little water never hurt anyone, right?” So he says now, blind at the moment to the second wave slithering in upon them like a silent and lethal predator...

     ❄ concalesco

[decemberous]

“Hey down there!” A sprightly call is issued from the place where the silver-haired youth now appears peeking from among the leaves of a rare beachside tree, smile all aglow among otherworldly ebony palm fronds.

“This isn’t your kite, is it?” Jack inquires, holding aloft a colorful creation strung by a line to beach level. The offending artifact had all but nearly knocked him from his sight-seeing post mere moments ago...but as if he’d go about telling the poor girl that, even if seeing a potentially mortified expression remained nigh impossible from this height.

     ❄ txctique

[decemberous]

“Whoa, whoa, whoa-- hey!” A yell accompanies a palm laced about the wrist of a stranger as Jack gives the other a slight jerk beyond the reach of the sea. However, the “rescue” underway is not without its repercussions, as off the rocks stationed on either side the waves ricochet, spattering the two in a shower of salty drops on the craggy perch they now adorn.

“Were you sleepwalking or what?” Jack inquires, mildly exasperated only by the effort to tug the other unexpectedly along the short slope to elevated ground. “It’s high tide! That sneaker wave could have carried you right off!”

     ❄ insultingbed

[decemberous]

     ❄ here I am, ready for some late night trouble. and this would be a starter call for beach minis! I’ll put the cap at 3. don’t be shy if we already have a thread either! in fact, I’m just gonna say no cap for those Jack’s already interacted with (including my lovely castmate). the more bonding the better!