snowballs and fun times.

"Hey! Can you see me? No? Well, can you at least hear me...? Okay, good! That means you're a believer. I don't get too many of those. Anyway, now that I have your attention: my name is Jack Frost. Winter spirit and, as of now, a Guardian! But don't worry. I'm not like any of those boring Guardians like Bunny; I'm the Guardian of Fun! What does the Guardian of Fun do, you ask? Well, put simply... ever heard of a snow day? Yeah—that's me. (You're welcome!) Oh, and don't worry. That thing about "Jack Frost nipping at your nose"? Just a saying. I don't really bite. (Unless you want me to.)" [A part of the Big Four Roleplay group!]

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Operation Goldilocks || Rapunzel

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Rapunzel allowed herself to get sucked back into his story quickly. He was fun to listen to, he surely was a natural born entertainer. She couldn’t believe that she had just now met him! How many others had missed the opportunity to talk to him? So far his stories seemed fantastic! She hoped that they’d have this opportunity again! The transparent images that he drew out in the air had popped out inside her head, not exactly helping explain the story, but fun to figure out. She now saw what she’d been missing out on, stories and the excitement of it all! The way someone could make you laugh so easily just by saying a few words. 

The story had turned a little dark in the sense that it wasn’t what she was expected. Of course all stories had to have some sort of climax, but in one that was supposed to be funny? Jack surely was a believable story teller. (Or perhaps she was just as gullible as Mother said she was?) When he laughed and shook it off, she could tell that it bugged him a little. She could understand though, at least she thought so. The story was supposed to be funny and it wasn’t supposed to be too dramatic. Her smile had faded once he began to get seriously, but grew once more when she saw that the comedy was being brought back in.

Rapunzel couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Swimming in a frozen pond?” The was completely insane, even for a silly story such as this! It surely had to be insane if it were to impress a moon troll. His skin was so pale though, and his eyes weren’t an average sort of blue. She probably shouldn’t read too much into this simple little story about white hair and moon trolls, but she kept forming different questions inside her head. The staff also crossed her mind. Where did he get it, and why is it so important? It was just a few of the many though. She certainly liked his story though! It was entertaining and made her happier than she had ever been! Was this truly what Mother had been trying to protect her from for all these years?

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Jack allowed his grin to grow bigger when Rapunzel laughed. He liked it: it was like the sun, like bells: light in all the right places, glowing in the dark. It was like Jack was never ignored before; Rapunzel made him feel as if she was the only person in the world he needed to talk to. No one ever had this much time to listen to him; not even the other Guardians. They were always too busy to listen as much as this, even though they did listen. It was nice to have a friend outside of the Guardians--one that wasn't a child, even thought they were fun. 

"Well, yeah!" Jack shouted, throwing his hands out just a bit as if that were the most ridiculous question in the world. Granted, originally, he hadn't swam in the pond on purpose, but he wasn't going to tell her about his sister. At least not yet. She didn't need a depressing story like that. She needed to laugh; Jack wanted to make her laugh. "I mean, what would you have done to get the white hair?" 

(Admittedly, there was a lot more options that he could've done if the story had went like that instead of how it did, but Jack didn't have enough time to plan an elaborate story like that.) 

He planted his feet on the ground now, elbows on his knees and hands making a bridge underneath his chin as if waiting. He was a little interested in Rapunzel's answer. It didn't even matter if she was an amazing storyteller or not; Jack just wanted to hear her talk. "Go on, Goldi." The Winter Spirit smiled, hoping it seemed encouraging rather than teasing. 

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Catch Me If You Can || Toothless

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The dragon plunged through the snow, leaving a heavy trail in the freshly fallen snow behind him. He knew that his invisible play mate was somewhere behind him, and his heart beat heavily because of the thrill of it. Perhaps others did not like being the one’s chased because they could not see who was chasing them, but to Toothless, not knowing when this invisible human was or how close behind him was all part of the fun!

Toothless zig-zagged through the trees, sometimes jerking to the right and other times he would swing around to the left. There was no specific course in mind, nor was their one specific goal of getting away. Toothless felt the joy of the movement, and relished in the cold wind as it buffeted against his face. 

Despite how the dragon lived in the moment of it all, Toothless still played hard.

His chest thumped as quickly as a Gronkle’s wings when in flight, pumping blood through him faster, and allowing his muscles to work harder. And Toothless pushed himself to dive through the snow faster, and running as if the other was right behind him even if he had no way of telling so. Of course, to run any other way was pointless and Toothless might as well play hard or not play at all. 

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The dragon seemed to become even faster when he was being chased, which (to Jack) was not very good news. (Granted, that little snowflake of fun probably wasn't a good idea--they tended to energize people in the worst of ways, even though they were a fantastic power when they worked in Jack's favor.) The Winter Spirit was slightly tired from the race before as well, so he ran even slower--slower than how he usually ran. Running wasn't Jack's thing--the wind was, and now that he was getting slower and slower, with the dragon more than a few feet away, dragging itself skillfully through the tree's, Jack felt the urge to use it. It wouldn't be cheating, would it? He used the wind all the time--it was basically his legs already, and it wasn't as if the dragon would know. 

With a huff, Jack sprinted a bit more, bending himself lower to catch up to the reptile's tail. He decided not to use the snow, much to the little dragon's luck (Jack might have been a trickster, but he tried his best not to be a cheater. Nobody liked cheaters.), but he did decide that if he wasn't allowed to use his wind, he could at least use his snow. 

A slight hop to his step, the Guardian of fun swooped just as the dragon was about to turn. He tried to tackle onto the things tail, but he could feel himself phase through--the sudden hollowness in his chest hitting him like a snowball to the face. As a last resort, the Spirit dipped his hand in snow--the cold mixing with his usually invisible hand--before he grazed the tip of a scale. "Tag!" He shouted in delight, a huge grin on his face as he sunk into the snow for a second time that day. "I hope you felt that you, Dino!"

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Let's Be Honest, I Don't Like You || Jack & Pascal

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Good. Pascal let a smug expression settle over his reptilian features as he gave a lizard’s equivalent of a smirk at the frost-boy. That’s right, you back up, he grumbled in satisfaction. He let his scales flash an even darker red before returning to the crimson he was currently maintaining, just to make sure the message got across. Don’t think for a second you can mess around with Pascal, or steal his friends, or get them in trouble, he mentally added. He had no idea what this frost-boy wanted with his Rapunzel, but if it wasn’t anything good, Pascal would do his best to eat him. Maybe gnaw off his foot or something, that would show him.

At being called an iguana, Pascal immediately began to squeak and chatter angrily. Though normally he wouldn’t have taken offense to being mistaken for a larger lizard, but from the frost-boy it just felt like he was making fun of him. Just like all the other lizards did. I don’t need to calm down, I don’t have to cool down one bit, you white-haired, good-for-nothing, cold, annoying, friend-stealing two-legger! I’ll show you, I’ll bite your fingers off one by one and you’ll see who needs to cool down. All this while, Pascal was stamping his tiny feet, cursing this frost-boy with all the might in his tiny reptilian chitters, his scales still that bright red. He’d just let it out while Rapunzel was away - he was going to make sure this frost-boy knew exactly what Pascal thought of him.

Don’t you laugh at me, if you don’t think I’ll do it, I’ll march right over there and- His mental tirade was cut off as something cold suddenly struck his side. It didn’t hurt, but the cold of it was so completely and utterly startling that Pascal let out a terrified squeal and scurried around on his pedestal before finally screeching too a stop and curling up, covering his eyes and turning his scales the same color as the wood beneath him as camouflage. What was that? As the cold touched him again, Pascal lowered one of his feet from his great brown eyes and looked to see what, exactly, the frost-boy was doing to him.

He wasn’t doing anything, though, it seemed. While Pascal detested the expression on his face right then, he was far too curious as to what was going on. He looked at where the cold had touched him. Turning into a droplet of water, as if it were disappearing right before his very eyes, was something fluffy and white. Squeaking, Pascal touched it with a foot. It crumbled into water right underneath it! What was it? Pascal’s head jerked up to observe a few more of the little white flakes, and he scampered to stay out of their way, but with every flake that landed on his little wooden chair, Pascal hastened over to it and crushed it under a foot. Suddenly the frost-boy was forgotten for a small moment as he chirped playfully with each flake that dissolved beneath his touch.

Pascal wasn’t sure what the flakes were, but he was certainly entertained by them! When they were all gone, he turned around and around but couldn’t see anymore. As if his short-lived fun was ending, the chameleon whipped around and narrowed his eyes once more at the frost-boy. What had he done?

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Jack managed to keep in a chuckle. (He had no idea how, but he did.) When the snowflakes floated down, swirling in the air around the lizard, the thing didn't even look bothered--as if it was too distracted by the Winter Spirit to even look alarmed. He was ready to attack, that was a given, but Jack was utterly astounded at the reaction to say the least. He'd seen kids' reactions to snow, how their eyes glowed and their mouths parted in pleasant surprise, but this... this wasn't anything like that. This was absolute gold. 

It got even better when one of the snowflakes actually hit the reptile's sides. 

Its eyes widened, revealing a brightened brown, and his skin snapped to its original green instead of the angry red. A sudden squeal escaped its mouth before it scurried away. Claws (or paws--Jack had no idea what kind of feet iguana's had) covered its face in a frightened gesture, and when the animal quickly changed itself to brown, the color of the chair it was crouching on, Jack nearly lost his will to hold in a laugh. More snowflakes fell on his green body, and Jack felt a little sorry despite the sudden comedy.(He was sort of afraid the sudden onslaught of snow would make the lizard hate him even more.)

Then the lizard began to avoid them, as much as he could--scampering around the little area like a child in a game of tag. When the flakes finally hit the brown of the wood, though, the reptile towered over the little droplet--as if he were the triumphant winner in some kind of dual. It was funny to say the least. Easily one of Jack's favorite reactions to his snow. As the lizard silently continued, creeping over the surface and grinning when he actually landed a foot on the bit of melted snow, Jack could barely continue. He was too busy trying to keep himself from chortling to focus on the snow anymore, so he curled his hands slightly, biting his lips and trying his best to stare down the lizard for the inevitable glared he'd throw his way. 

For a slight moment, the reptile circled around, claws digging into the wood in slight alarm before he ultimately turned, eyes glaring more daggers in the Guardian's direction. Jack bit down harder on his lips, fighting the laugh and making it die down to a slight, (hopefully) unoffensive chuckle.

"Sorry, sorry," The Winter Spirit apologized, hands in front of him as a sort of offering. He allowed a smile, slightly smug by nature, before he continued, "did you want me to continue with the snowflakes? Or are you still set on your burning hatred for me?" As if to further explain he wiggled his hands, a sudden bit of frost dipping off his fingers in a sudden fog. 

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Catch Me If You Can || Toothless

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It was right on the tip of his tongue, he just knew it! Toothless was mildly distracted by the snow that seemed to pop out of the air in front of him from no where, tumbling down to the ground in a great cluster like it would when being brushes off a Vikings vest. And it sure was frustrating to know that someone was there that he couldn’t see.

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When the obvious frustration on the dragon's face laced into something of excitement, Jack couldn't help but grin. Shifting a little in his spot on the snow, Jack moved his arms and leaned backward on the palms of his hands, slightly admiring his handiwork. Hands down, this was probably his favorite power. Sure, forming snowballs with your bare hands and staying warm at below zero temperatures were cool, but nothing beat seeing a smile of anticipation on someone's face--especially if they were usually grumpy half the time. 

The dragon bounded across the snow before Jack could even react, and when it did, the Winter Spirit barely got himself up in time to see large eager eyes staring back at him. With a tilt of the head, Jack brought the end of his staff to the ground and used it to slowly lift himself up. He had a little bit of trouble trying to understand, but when the reptile furrowed himself to the ground with a slight curl to its scaly lips, Jack seemed to catch on.

He pointed a finger to the dragon's tail, slightly wagging in the snow. A crooked grin played at the corner of his lips as he brought the finger to his own chest--"You want me to chase you?" Although Jack did play a lot of chase, Jack wasn't usually the one that did the chasing. (No one usually played this long to switch the game around on him--that or they didn't want to play with an invisible man.) "You sure that's a good idea, Bud?" 

As if in straight reply, the dragon was already bounding away, feet hopping along the snow at a fast pace before he finally disappeared into the trees--leaving Jack with nothing but the deep impressions in the snow. The Winter Spirit's grin grew, eyebrows raising high on his forehead before he twisted his staff in his hand, sending the head to the snow. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then?" Without a second thought, Jack took after the reptile, hunching forward to gain speed and dragging a path of frost behind him. 

The dragon was far away from him--too far for this to be an easy game of tag, but that didn't stop the Winter Spirit from trying any harder. He jumped forward, allowing the wind to carry him a little farther to catch up to the green-eyed creature.

A short laugh escaped him, a tiny taunt on the tip of his tongue, "That all you got, Pegleg Pete?" (Granted, that probably wasn't the best of his nicknames, but it wasn't as if the animal could actually hear him anyway, so Jack was in the clear.)

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Operation Goldilocks || Rapunzel

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Rapunzel rolled her eyes and sat down in front of him on the carpet. She felt like a little girl waiting to be told a story by her parents. He looked like he was ready to tell his story, and she couldn’t wait to hear it. The tale of the terrible moon troll must be legendary. She sits down just as he begins to tell his story. He sounds serious at first, and even though she knew that wasn’t his intention, it reeled her in. She was paying close attention with anticipation.

She imagined how cold it must have been (if this was even real). In fact, she was feeling cold right now! The feeling must have been worse though, obviously. Her eyes grew wide as it settled in her mind that this might possibly be serious. He had her full attention and she couldn’t help but get more excited. Her cockiness had surely left her in just the beginning. 

She saw him jump up onto the sill and waited for the next part of his tail. What hadn’t expected, was for him to be so loud. She jumped up and almost screamed, it took everything inside her to keep it down. She couldn’t help but laugh afterwards, that was simply the most ridiculous thing she’s ever done! She couldn’t believe that she had even been taking it so seriously when they had been talking about moon trolls. She tried to calm herself but felt like another wave of laughter would come up at any moment.

His description of the nasty little beast made her laugh again. His example of how huge the creature was was the best in her opinion. She hadn’t ever heard anyone talk about something so insane! She had been having the time of her life in the few minutes that she’s known him since she’d met Pascal. It felt even better hear someone talk besides the same two voices that were constantly around the tower.

She had calmed down after a few seconds and began to pay more attention to the story. He was so sure of himself, which made everything funnier. She would let out a few giggles here and there. When he asked her the question she raised an eyebrow and said “What did you do?” Her smile was bright and she prepared herself to hold in another laugh that could come out at a moments notice.

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The look on Rapunzel's face only egged the Winter Spirit on. Taking a moment to string together the rest of the story, Jack crouched onto the windowsill, knees smashed against his chest and his hands freely moving--still painting imaginary pictures for Rapunzel to see. He doubted they actually aided the story, but the movements helped--especially with how excited Jack was getting. The smile on Rapunzel's face was different from any other Jack had seen; it was brighter, her cheeks rosy from laughter and her eyes sparkling with anticipation, and Jack had made that happen. Jack. He never thought he could make someone this happy just from talking, and for a guy that had been ignored for the majority of his eternal life: it was something to get excited about.

"I asked the moon troll what to do." The Winter Spirit allowed his face to twist, as if the mere thought of asking a moon troll for help disgusted even him. "He might've been ugly, but those trolls know what they're talking about, you know? So I asked him, and he said--he said, 'There's nothing you can do, Jack Frost,' just like that." Jack allowed his voice to drop, disappointment filling every timbre of his voice. "He wouldn't help me out. He even went as far as to tell me, 'I guess you're not really Jack Frost' like it was that easy. He came, told me I was Jack Frost, and then, he was just going to leave--he brushed me off his shoulder as if he made some kind of mistake; could you believe that?" Indignance laced the Winter Spirit's voice, almost as if the series of events had actually happened. (It might as well have; that's how Jack had felt toward the moon during the first three hundred years of his life.) 

With a slight, cocky laugh, Jack broke whatever dramatic effect he was trying to produce--the tension of this part of the story irked him: hitting his nerves the wrong way. The story was becoming much too serious, so he grinned, exclaiming as he did, "But I wasn't going to let him think he was right! If there's one thing you should try to accomplish in life, it's to prove a moon troll wrong; and that's exactly what I did. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I did the first thing that came to my head--the first thing that I thought would turn my hair white..."

"...I went swimming." Jack explained simply, hands making simple strokes in front of his face--as if the rest of the story was obvious. "The moon troll was surprised, of course--a human child swimming in a frozen pond: how crazy was that? But I could definitely handle it." The Guardian flashed another grin, pointing at his own chest with a thumb as if to prove just how solid a figure he had--one that could handle anything; even a dip in the coldest of oceans. "I figured since the pond was cold; it should turn my hair white." Jack shrugged slightly, a crooked smile on his lips--a hand tugging at the end of his bangs. "And surprisingly, it worked! With a little bit of repercussions..." The Guardian took a moment to gesture to his pale skin and blue eyes.

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I love the way you play Jack; it's absolutely flawless! It's a lot of fun roleplaying with you, and I'm looking foreword to doing so in the future too! <3

“Sheesh, you grayfaces—trying to make a Winter Spirit blush.”

[[ Thank you so much! I love roleplaying with everybody here, too; I think everyone is absolutely perfect for their parts! I look forward to roleplaying in the future as well. <3 ]]

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Let's Be Honest, I Don't Like You || Jack & Pascal

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The little chameleon had just continued to sit there, half-sulking and half-glaring at the boy who always seemed to come around to play with Rapunzel. Rapunzel, who was the only friend he’d ever known, and at this point she was something like the family he had always wanted. And the very notion that it might be taken away, or stolen, namely by this frost-boy, irked Pascal right to his core. He was a lizard, and he was afraid, jealous, and annoyed. Which, with an animal, was never a particularly good combination.

And then the boy looked right at him. Pascal didn’t relax his expression, however. On the contrary, if anything his scowl (or at least the chameleon equivalent to a scowl) deepened and his head hung lower. His making himself appear a little bit smaller didn’t just have to do with the fact that he wanted nothing to do with the frost-boy, it also had to do with the fact that Pascal was very conscious of his relative size, and with one flick of the hand or that snow stick he carried with him could send the little chameleon flying.

Pascal didn’t want to go flying, because going flying always hurt when he hit the ground. And like any other small animal, he tended to avoid danger and pain at all costs. But, in this instance, Pascal was ever so determined to make his opinion of this frost-boy very clear, even if the boy couldn’t understand him.

As the frost-boy addressed him, Pascal’s scales flashed red in irritation. How dare he speak to him this way! How dare he speak to him at all. The little chameleon was in no way pleased, either, at the words the frost-boy spoke to him. Chirping angrily, Pascal stuck his tongue out at the boy before pulling it back in, though his facial expression did relax somewhat. But there was still a glower in his big brown eyes and a lizard-equivalent frown was still on his face as he sat hunched there in that chair. His gaze momentarily flickered to Rapunzel’s room, knowing that she could come back out at any moment, and for that split second, his expression softened, before he wrenched it back to the frost-boy and his gaze hardened once more.

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When the lizard turned red, Jack straightened in his spot, backing away just a bit. "Whoa," The Winter Spirit exclaimed, a slight smile on his face at the sudden change in appearance. He contemplated poking a finger at the animal, but the thing looked beyond irritated. Jack learned throughout the years that animals could be quite vicious. For one thing, they weren't afraid to bite. Contrary to popular belief, Jack wanted nothing to do with biting, nipping, or anything of the sort. "need help cooling off there, little... iguana?" (Jack still had no idea what this animal was. He'd have to ask Rapunzel later--whenever she got back.)

Leaning back on his spot on the sill, Jack kept a careful eye on the pet. A small smirk graced his lips, and he couldn't help the sudden desire to tease the little guy. (It wasn't necessarily Jack's fault; he teased everybody--especially the people who had no idea who he was, and the people who seemed to hate him.) He lifted his hands, and careful not to let the temperature drop too much, he allowed a few flakes of snow to dip off his fingers and into the air. 

They were small--pet sized--materializing out of the little tips of Jack's fingers. He usually didn't like making it snow in Rapunzel's tower, because he was afraid of getting the carpet wet, and consequently getting her into trouble with her mom. Her mother didn't know about him yet, and he'd much rather keep it that way. The woman seemed strict--not Jack's cup of tea. She'd probably force him away, and that was the last thing Jack wanted. 

This time though, Jack made an exception, because let's face it: a little bit of snowflakes never hurt anybody. (In this case, it was supposed to do the exact opposite and calm a very disgruntled, green chameleon.) The Guardian watched with a grin as the little bits of snow fell toward the animal. Laughter lifted off his tongue as he studied the creature's expression, gauging for a lighter one or even a smile (something better than a scowl).

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Catch Me If You Can || Toothless

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The snow was starting to pile up now, but Toothless hardly noticed it. The snowflakes melted against his warm scales, and the water would find no where to be absorbed nor would it be able to freeze, and would end up being pulled to the ground by gravity. The dragon didn’t even notice that either, or the icy air. His focus was entirely on the footprints he was chasing. And they ended abruptly.

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From the ground, Jack could only stare at the sky above him, shrouded nearly completely by the trees of the forest. The light bled through the leaves, but Jack couldn't marvel in the beauty--not now: with his body about a foot deep in a pile of snow. Jack didn't feel cold; being a Winter Spirit, he couldn't, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel a little embarrassed. Jack hadn't fallen in a long time--not since he first became Jack Frost. He used to stumble all the time, and to prevent that, he practiced as much as he could floating across the wind. 

He never expected to fall again--and on foot for that matter. 

A sudden sound, like a deep, crackly chuckle suddenly came from beside him, and Jack cautiously looked over, blue eyes ghosting over the dragon a few feet away from him. Jack made a face when it had sniffed at him, and he frowned, trying not to laugh along with the reptile. "Ha ha, okay, laugh it up, chuckles." The Winter Spirit straightened himself up, planting a hand against the frosty ground to sit up. Some of the snow clung to his body, chunks of it sticking to the shoulders and back of his hoodie as well as the back of his already snow white hair.

With a roll of his eyes, Jack brushed some of the snow off his shoulder, sending clusters of it tumbling to the ground. When the laughter had stopped though, Jack glanced upward, curling his legs toward his body in a crisscrossed fashion, carving up the snow with his feet. The dragon looked serious now, almost puzzled as well as a little annoyed, and Jack didn't like that. If it was one thing Jack couldn't stand, it was seriousness. It was literally against the Winter Spirit's nature to want anything equivalent to marred frowns and furrowed brows. He liked the almost-chuckles better, even if the dragon was laughing at his expense. 

"Hey, what's with you? You don't become serious after a laughing session--that's just anticlimactic!" Searching the area around him, Jack retrieved his staff, not even a few centimeters away from him, and sent a snowflake toward the dragon. The intricate designs emanated blue--one of his special creations designated for fun. 

He wasn't sure that it'd work on a dragon (he wasn't even sure if it'd work on animals in general), but there was always a test trial for everything.  

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Messing With Merida || Merida & Jack

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Merida watched him warily. She couldn’t figure him out. All the threats she’d ever dealt with had been straight forward. Wolves, bears, her mother. This was something very different. She let him push the blade away, but raised it again as he began speaking. She didn’t want any funny business, and his easy going manner irked her. If he was her foe, he should be mysterious and evil. If he meant her no harm, he should be straight forward and friendly. The fact that he was caught somewhere in the middle made him hard to figure out. In her mind, Merida only had enemies, and not enemies. And he didn’t seem to be either.

“Tell you what, Robin Hood,” he started and she scowled. This nickname business would have to stop. She was tempted to burst out and tell him that her name was not Robin Hood or Cupid, it was Merida; but she didn’t want him knowing anymore about her than necessary.

She listened to his proposal with a narrowed gaze. He gave her a crooked grin, revealing straight, pearly white teeth. His eyes were light and mischievous, and she could not detect the malice in them that she had expected. She still had no idea if this was a bluff or not, but her gut instinct told her agree, but with caution. “Alright …” she began slowly. “But since I asked first, yeh have to answer first.” She straightened up and lowered the dagger, but kept it by her side, just encase. “What do yeh want to know?”

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Jack relaxed, although not visibly, when the girl lowered the blade. He didn't exactly work well with sharp, pointed objects staring him straight in the face, so he appreciated that the girl took it away. In any other occasion, he probably would have frozen it over by now, or at least knocked it out of her hand, but something told Jack that the girl wouldn't take that too kindly, and he'd be stuck with a dagger or two in the middle of his face. 

(Jack rather liked to keep his face intact, thank you very much.) 

"Alright," The Winter Spirit smirked, brushing off his hoodie. There wasn't anything on it, but he figured it was the best thing to do in place of moving around. Jack didn't like staying in one place for too long, but he figured any sudden movements would set the redhead off, "well, first questions easy: I'm Jack Frost." With a smirk, Jack crossed his arms, looking the girl dead in the eye. "But then again, you already knew that, didn't you?"

Flicking his wrist, the Guardian, slightly snickered, but kept from frosting up anything. He might've been a trickster, but he wasn't mean. "'Kay, my turn," Placing a thoughtful hand to his chin, Jack surveyed the girl--taking in her long green dress and the thick curls of her hair. Her bright blue eyes stared him down with an acute aggressiveness. He certainly had a lot of questions as well, but first things first, "What's your name, fuzzhead? Unless, you know, you actually like my nicknames..."

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Operation Goldilocks || Rapunzel

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She couldn’t hold in a laugh. “A moon troll?” She’s heard of a lot of different creatures and monsters, but a moon troll just wasn’t one of them. “It must be a terrible tale.” She smirked. He could have been serious until he got to the moon troll part. He didn’t seem like a very serious person though. She sat down on the end of her bed and put on a very amused look on her face. “Why don’t you tell me this gruesome story.” She was actually curious as to know what he had to say, whether it was a lie or not.

The only stories that she’s ever heard were ones that Mother would tell to her. Sometimes she would only hear lectures! It would be about the dangers of the outside world, which she never seemed to believe. How could such a wonderful world be so deadly and dangerous? There had to be balance, both good and bad. Without that there wouldn’t be joy. Jack was proof that there was still good in the world that Mother described to be so horrible.

He must travel a lot as well, perhaps he could tell her stories of his adventures too! Of course they would probably play more than sit down and talk. She probably wouldn’t be the best at sharing experiences either, considering she’s lived in the same tower all her life. She could tell the stories of others, like how Sherlock and Watson solved mysteries or the magical tales of Harry’s wizarding experience. She’d told them to Pascal before, and she thought that she was a fairly good story teller. She would also try to come up with her own stories every once in a while, but she believed that she was a better painter. Sometimes she couldn’t come up with characters names and ended up using ones that seemed a little dull. She had decided to leave that to the pros not too long ago.

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Jack rubbed his hands together in his hoodie's pockets, a small smile playing on his lips. He gestured for Rapunzel to sit in front of him, tapping a foot to the carpet. With a much-exaggerated expression, Jack began his folklore, hands swinging around as if trying to paint the pictures in midair. A quick glance to Rapunzel and he began, voice dropped to how he would tell stories to the children--of false journeys around the world, fighting dragons and stowing through dark caves in search of the Boogeyman. 

"Imagine this," Jack started, hands a flat pavement in front of him, slowly dragging themselves across the air, "Darkness. That's it: darkness." He remembered it well. "Imagine the darkest and coldest place in the world; everything in stories--and imagine waking up there." He took a moment to assess her face, the expression--that was the most important place to look when you were telling a story. You needed to make sure your audience was absorbed. When he decided that she was, Jack hopped to his feet on the windowsill. In the largest voice he could muster, he said, "Then, boom! Right in front of you--a moon troll, and trust me, Rapunzel, you do not want to meet these things: you would want to stick to the dark and cold than meet them."

For a moment, Jack formed a picture in his head: what a moon troll would look like and what it would say. "They're ugly--think like a grumpy elf; have you heard of elves? They're small, with big, fat bellies," Comically, Jack spread his arms wide and blew up his cheeks, imitating a bloated man, "they shine really brightly, too--cause, you know, they're from the moon, and they take a little bit of the moon's light with them. And, of course, they have those giant craters," Jack made circles with his hands, "about ye big on their face."

"Anyway, I met this moon troll, right. And he looked at me--pointed at me with a long, sickish, yellow finger, and he said, 'You. You're Jack Frost.' And because I couldn't remember my name, I said, 'Yeah, I guess I am.' Then he smiled, really creepy--the complete opposite of my smiles," He flashed a quick grin to Rapunzel, "and he said, 'Well, then, if you're really Jack Frost, why don't you have white hair?' But he was right, you know. I didn't have white hair. I had brown, murky hair. So I thought, 'huh, ugly moon troll is right. How will I ever get white hair though?' And do you know what I did?" He paused, standing on the windowsill, bending down to stare at Rapunzel, waiting for an answer.

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I just wanted to say that you're the best Jack Frost that I've roleplayed with! You seem perfect for the part and I'm so glad that I got the chance to roleplay with you! <3

“Careful, grayface—you’re gonna make me blush.”

[[ Aww, thank you so much! <3 That means so much to me, especially with all these other amazing roleplayers! ]]

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Let's Be Honest, I Don't Like You || Jack & Pascal

Ugh. He was back. A disgruntled chameleon sat in protest on a chair in the corner, his tiny shoulders hunched as he sulked. His eye-ridges were down low in irritation as he glared over at the very source of his annoyance. The cold-frost boy with the magic frost stick. Pascal didn’t like him, not one bit, but he just kept coming back, and the little chameleon didn’t understand why.

But Pascal had been very careful to hide his discontent, oh yes. He didn’t want Rapunzel to think he was angry with her, nor did he want her angry with him for being reasonably short with the only visitor she had - other than him, of course, though he pretty much lived in the tower now with her. Climbing up and down was far too much effort, and he just didn’t feel up to it as often anymore. So oftentimes even when she thought he’d left the tower, he was actually curled up in the shadows next to the hearth, his scales dark to disguise him in the night as he slept on the warm stone. If she were angry with him, where would he go? So he kept his disapproval of the frosted boy to himself as much as possible.

The frosted boy was back, and for once, Pascal didn’t have to conceal is absolute discontent that he’d shown up. It was supposed to be a nice, fun day, but noooo. Now that the cold boy with the staff was back, Rapunzel wouldn’t want to play with Pascal anymore. She’d spend all of her time doting on this newfound companion, and Pascal didn’t like it one bit. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course… not that he could out loud. That and the boy was a troublemaker, Pascal could tell. And if he dared get Pascal’s Rapunzel in trouble. Oh buddy. Even though he didn’t really have teeth… that wooden stick of his would have some gnaw marks on it.

So there Pascal sat, glaring death at the cold-frost boy, his little tail flicking back and forth angrily like a cat’s as he grumbled quietly to himself.

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Rapunzel always had this stranger green dot looming around her room. Jack wasn't quite sure what it was, because it usually tried to keep itself inconspicuous, but he knew it was there. The first time he came around to Rapunzel's he hadn't quite noticed it--it was always in the shadows or stuck to her floor, strangely blending into its surroundings. Jack had reasonably mistook it for a rat or something like that. The second time around though, when he came back and the thing was on near Rapunzel--obviously a companion of some sort, Jack figured out it was her pet lizard. Or something. (Iguana? What were those things that changed color again--charmanders?) 

So, Jack didn't pay too much attention to it. He figured any friend of Rapunzel had ought to be a friend of his, but the more and more he came over to the tower--stopping by on his way to cause a blizzard at New Hampshire or a light snowfall at the Buckingham Palace--the more he began to realize that the reptile-thing didn't seem to like him much. 

He stayed away, sure, but it seemed to almost glower at him. In fact, it almost seemed jealous of him. (Could lizards do that?) There wasn't really a way to test the theory, especially when the subject was about two inches tall and weighs as much as a paperweight--but he wanted to know. Especially since the thing was currently giving him a glare so cold it could probably freeze him, which was impressive considering he was the Spirit of Winter.

With a cautionary glance toward the thing, Jack raised an eyebrow. Rapunzel was away, running over to get something or another from her closet to show him, which gave Jack plenty of time to get acquainted with the kanima. The Guardian leaned forward at his spot, looking the thing dead in the eyes as he said, "You know, you should probably stop making that face at me--it might get stuck that way."

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Operation Goldilocks || Rapunzel

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From the sound of it, it seemed like Jack liked to make nicknames. “Yes, Frosty?” She teased. She felt like it was time to tell someone about her hair. She showed him a small piece of brown hair that had once been cut. “If my hair is cut, then it will turn brown and lose its magical abilities. It’s not as tiring when there’s so much time to waste.” There wasn’t anything new that she could do in the tower, and brushing her hair and keeping it out of the way wasted at least two or three hours. “And it’s seventy feet.” She corrected.

“The whole reason that I’m up in this tower is because Mother says that people will try to use it for their own selfish reasons and end up harming me.” She always knew that Mother was doing her best to keep her out of harms way, but sometimes it didn’t seem like it was for the best. The clearing always looked safe and secret, especially since only a winter spirit and Mother were the only two to find it. It simply couldn’t be dangerous to feel the sheet of snow against her toes, or the warmth of the green grass during the summer.

The hair though, was almost weightless, and easy to take care of. It never seemed to have any major knots and it, well, possessed the power to heal someone. Even if it was a hassle, it would surely be worth it.

She couldn’t quite know how it ended up like this, what made her have such a gift. She knew it was from the day she was born, but it wasn’t as if every child had been born with magical hair. Her hair would shine brightly when she sang the melody that was required, so perhaps it came from the sun, or a smaller star. Something that was simple and brought joy inside others.

Since she didn’t want to seem too serious, she decided to add in a comment. “I haven’t heard of anyone ever having white hair.” He didn’t look like he could have been born with it, maybe it just came with his job. Either way, both of them had unique hair.

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Jack smirked at the nickname 'Frosty' before he tossed one of his legs forward, foot dangling off the windowsill as he placed his hands lazily into the pockets of his hoodie. But when Rapunzel started talking--about magical hair, strict mothers, and why she was in the tower in the first place--about serious things, he listened, attentively. Jack might not have been the best at listening, after three hundred years of trying to be heard, but at least he knew how to. He knew what it was like--not having anybody to talk to--how crazy it drove you. The girl deserved a listening ear. 

Her story was a little cruel--especially about her mother. Jack remembered his own mother--how she'd often become reasonably overprotective and how strict she sometimes became, but she was never this bad. (But, then again, that might be the consequence of magic hair. A new set of questions popped into Jack's hair at the thought; the most prominent being: magic hair? How in the world does a human girl get magic hair? There would be plenty of time to ask that later though--he didn't want to bore her with question upon question. The whole point of this was to get her to have fun!)

When the girl asked about his hair, Jack couldn't help himself. He forced his smile away and narrowed his eyes dangerously. His voiced dropped, mockingly serious, "Do you really want to know? Really? It's a very gruesome story--" which, in reality, it was, but Jack wouldn't let her know that. "--involving a lot of swimming; too much swimming. And a, a hideous moon troll. With a lot of craters. On his face."  

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Catch Me If You Can || Toothless

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Toothless tucked his wings in as tight as he could to keep from hurting himself when he noticed that the trail had turned into the forest, and then plunged through. Jack was right, Toothless was not small enough. What Toothless was though, was fast and with that speed came amazing reflexes and dexterity  He may not be as graceful as some of the other dragons on the ground, but he had been forced to be grounded long enough to become accustomed to the forests of Berk as well as the skies. When Toothless entered that forest, he swerved around those same trees Jack was hoping would slow him down effortlessly.

The dragon heard the ice long before he saw it, but he didn’t slow down. Instead Toothless growled to let the frost thing know how he felt about cheaters, before spreading his wings and leaped right towards one of the trees. By swinging his tail around, he managed to angle himself in mid-air just enough so he could hit the trunk paws first.

As soon as Toothless felt the trees rough bark under his claws he sprung off again, back into the air and back to the trail. He landed clumsily, tail and wings knocking him a little off balance. Toothless stumbled a little, but managed to avoid falling over, and more importantly, he managed to avoid the ice almost entirely. Or at least, just enough to keep himself from slipping.

He resumed chasing Jack, determined to catch whatever was making those footprints. The incident with the ice was long forgotten as soon as Toothless had landed back on the ground, and now his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth. Honestly, Toothless didn’t really have any thoughts about winning or losing because it was not the actual catching that made the game of chase so fun.

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Jack had been so focused on running that he didn't realize the time, or the amount of ice that was covering the forest--definitely more than he was supposed to give them. A tree trunk made its way in front of his eyes, and the Winter Spirit sidestepped out of the way, barely keeping his balance. The other Guardians would wonder what had happened probably, because sure, Jack spent a lot of time at Berk, but not that much time. (Bunny would give him a lot of crap when he ended up flying by Australia, that's for sure.)

He couldn't really give a care right now though--this was a lot of fun. Dare he say it, even more fun than playing with the kids back at Burgess. Who knew dragons were the best at tag?

With the first quick glance behind him, Jack studied the reptile's expression--tongue lopping lazily at the side of his mouth as he jumped from tree to tree, bounding toward him without a single stop. And Jack silently wondered if the dragon had some kind of super hearing or sight or smell or whatever, because he was getting close. Granted, he probably played before: maybe with a friend or a rider or another dragon, but Jack had been playing this game for hundreds of years with the most random of opponents (usually those who couldn't see him) and he never found anyone quite this fast. 

Admittedly, the dragon probably spent the majority of his time on the ground, so he had an advantage there (unless his rider had a lot of time on their hands and rode him every single second of everyday). 

Then, Jack had another idea--one that would probably get him into heaps of trouble. But what if he took the dragon? It would've been so cool! (And come on, who could blame him? The dragon was just plain adorable, and he played tag! Tag! How awesome was that?)

The Winter Spirit had been so absorbed in thinking about how cool it would be to have a dragon (he'd feed him hamburgers, and scare Pitch with him, and--) that he tripped--falling straight to the snow--a broadly shaped outline of his body stuck to the ground.

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Catch Me If You Can || Toothless

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What the!? The dragon stared at the snow in front of him now in absolute astonishment. There were footprints! In the snow! But how? All traces of hostility left the dragon as he moved foreword to investigate. This invisible frost creator had footprints like some of the Vikings did too, which was even more confusing. Toothless sniffed the snow, almost pushing his nose right through it, trying in vain to find a scent that was anything but cool and crisp.

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The dragon was, admittedly, a lot faster than Jack expected. He expected a little gracefulness--decorum--flawless steps and slightly flapping wings. What he got was a great two hundred pound dragon barreling right toward him, close enough to nip at his toes.

Nonetheless, Jack was Jack, and Jack enjoyed a good challenge. 

"Is that all you got?" The Winter Spirit chuckled, twisting himself to the right, into the forest. Trees were good: they created diversions, and Jack figured, although this was the dragon's hometown, he wasn't nearly small enough to dodge all the trees. (At least, Jack hoped he wasn't.) 

With a labored laugh, the youngest Guardian dipped under a tree branch and avoided the clearings, keeping to the bushels of tree trunks and bushes. He tried to keep himself from jumping, like he normally would, in fear that the dragon would lose sight of him and give up too soon. Precise and unexpectedly graceful, Jack twisted himself through and between the different paths of the forest, bringing him and the dragon deeper and deeper into the woods. He didn't bother looking behind him--he could tell that the dragon was still behind him from the several sounds of feet pawing against the forest floor, and in hopes the reptile would slip and slow down, Jack waved a hand behind him and produced a great amount of frost.

The crackling of ice invaded his ears, but Jack wouldn't let that distract him. He was determined to win (not a lot of people had the bragging rights of winning a dragon in a race--or chase, whatever); if he won this, he'd definitely go back to Jamie and the gang and tell him about it.

He was definitely winning.

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Messing With Merida || Merida & Jack

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Merida looked around wildly for a moment and was unsurprised when nothing happened. She almost relaxed when she saw blue shimmers out of the corner of her eye. She gasped as she watched a boy begin to materialise before her. He had ice blue eyes that sparkled like icicles and a shock of white hair a top his head. He wore a blue jumper that looked like it had been dusted with snow, and no shoes. He was also very young. She frowned a little. If this was Jack Frost, he was not the hundred year old man she had been expecting.

At first he spoke with disbelief as he questioned her, but she was far too stunned to reply. He then became patronising, talking as though her bow and dagger were nothing more than a joke. Next he had the gall to call her adorable. She was anything but adorable and his tone made her seethe. She disliked his smug attitude and a small crease formed in her brow, though she remained still.

As he pointed toward Angus, who snorted and turned away from the boy, she placed one hand on her hip. “Do yeh expect me to believe that?” she asked. She took a step towards him, raising the dagger a little higher. Now she was out of her stupor, she harboured some resentment over his comments, but at the same time was full of questions. “Who are yeh?” she demanded. “An’ what are yeh? One moment yeh’re invisible and the next yeh’re here? Who’s ever heard of such a thing?” She looked him directly in the eye, her fierce gaze locked onto his. His appearance was cheerful and friendly, but she wasn’t about to dismiss him as a threat. Certainly not after appearing out of nowhere. This boy had a lot of explaining to do.

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The girl took a step forward and Jack took a cautionary step back. She could hurt him now--sure, a sixteen or seventeen year old wasn't much of a competition to Jack--but she could. Jack might have been a mischievous spirit, but that didn't mean he wanted a fight to break out. He was more of a lover than a fighter--a trickster than a warrior. 

When the dagger got a little too close for comfort, he carefully attempted to push it away--fingers making feather-light contact against the blade, hoping he wouldn't accidentally cut himself. And that the girl wasn't too trigger happy (or dagger happy--whatever). He smirked, "Is that a trick question?" Shaking his head a bit, Jack began to answer her question--until suddenly he was being bombarded with them. The eyebrows on his forehead lifted, disappearing to his hairline, before he finally had to groan, a hand running through his hair. "Geez, cool off, Cupid; one question at a time, please." 

With a practiced flick of the wrist, he twirled his staff in his head, staring straight at the redhead's blue eyes, twinkling with a sense of imminence. He repeated her questions in his head, ticking off the answers. They weren't necessarily difficult questions to answer--Jack could probably list them each off, one by one, easy. 

But then, Jack Frost certainly wasn't easy. "Tell you what, Robin Hood," He had a feeling the nicknames were going to annoy her, "If I answer your questions, you're going to have to answer a few of mine, got it?" 

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Operation Goldilocks || Rapunzel

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The fact that it seemed like he wanted to stay for a while had made her feel somehow accepted. She had thought about meeting someone else before and was always worried that she would be treated like an outcast. When stuck in a tower for as long as you can remember, you have some time to be paranoid about how others could along the lines of acceptance.

When he let out a snort, she couldn't help but laugh as well. She knew it was pretty bad, but at least he complimented her handiwork. “What a coincidence! We’ll have to go shopping together sometime soon!” She teased. She twirled around, careful not to get entangled in her own hair again. It was starting to make her feel uncomfortable, the hair stuck inside the sweater. If it wouldn’t take her five minutes, she would pull it out.

The grin that was glued to her face must have made her look either insane or foolish. She would love to know more about him, but was wondering if it would be too soon to ask anything just yet. How long had he been making it snow? Was he as old as time? Probably not, that was sorta lame. Still, she was curious! Curiosity is what made the world go round after all, and what made the paintings on the wall be hers!

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As Jack watched Rapunzel twirl around the room, he began to further examine her hair, hands tucked casually beneath his feet as he grinned. It was long--without a doubt the longest hair Jack had ever seen. She probably never cut it, and Jack silently wondered why. It had to be a hassle, right? When he was alive, Jack remembered (albeit a little too dimly) his mother always fussing over her own hair. That's why they'd always kept his sister's hair so short, he assumed. It was just a bother, even though it looked beautiful. 

"Hey, 'Punzie?" Jack voiced, a butchered version of her name leaving his lips before he could help it. He tended to do that--make nicknames. (He wouldn't even begin to count the ones he'd already made for the other Guardians.) "Does that hair of yours ever get... I don't know, tiring? I mean, it's got to be at least--" He took a moment to measure her hair in his head, using his hands to account for the length although they weren't a sufficient way of measuring. "--fifty feet long." 

He glanced up at Rapunzel's face now, smiling so big and bright. It'd been a while since Jack had seen a smile like this. He'd only ever seen children smiling like this for him: never someone like Rapunzel. Never someone at this age. And Jack would never get tired of saying how much he loved that, how it gave him hope for a world full of believers. "Not that it doesn't look good. Honestly, I'm loving the natural look, but why don't you just cut it?"