"Hi. My name's Jack Frost.
"And we're gonna have a little fun."
"I've been around for about 300 years or so. Give or take a month of lonely isolation. Being invisble to the world isn't exactly all that's cracked up to be. Add in immortality and you got a fine hot mess in your hands."
"it's not like I haven't been productive with my time. I've been keepin' busy, roaming around the world, visiting different places, giving snow days when I felt like it. France has a really delectable cuisine, though frogs legs I could do without."
"But it's not all lonesome. There are others kinda like me. There's the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, Sandman and the Easter Kangaroo. I probably should include Pitch too before he threatens to 'tear me a new one.' They're what you would call busybodies."
"As for me, I'm content just sitting back watching the clouds roll by. No care, no worries, no responsibilities, just a powder of drifting snow figuring out where the next fun place could be."
Magic Anon!: Nonek
[[INDIE RP BLOG BEFORE JACK BECAME A GUARDIAN!!]]
"Who wants to play? I’ve been itching to get out of North’s Workshop but it’s still freaking Summer for my regular haunts so… Anyone got something to say to little ole me?"
"Alright…" Lowering himself down to her height, he leans his lips close to her ear as he glanced around their surroundings, not wanting anyone else to hear the dirty laundry he was about to wash himself off clean. “You know how Pitch always wears black?"
"He’s not wearing it. That’s his hair. He wouldn’t go to the barber for a haircut. And you know Tooth right? Well she’s not exactly a total Dental Hygienic as you might think. Turns out if you just give her some chocolates from India, she’d be munching on them for all her life. She looked like a plump bird from one of those Angry Bird Games. And Sandy? Well the Sandman ain’t as quiet as you might think. Just get him drunk, alone, in the bedroom and…"
"Who wants to play? I've been itching to get out of North's Workshop but it's still freaking Summer for my regular haunts so... Anyone got something to say to little ole me?"
In honor of Munday, the Muse will now tell everyone the answers to any questions they feel like asking about the Mun. In their own words. Whether the Mun likes it or not.