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estoria2015-09-13 05:45 pm
2cool4guardian) wrote in estoria2015-09-13 05:45 pm
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[Closed] I'm not dead, I'm just floating
Who: Jack Frost and his hypocrisy his traumatized cr (Hiccup, Hiro, Korra, Rei, Athena)
When: IC 3/17 (aka backdated to three days after the raid)
Where: Their apartments, the shrines
What: After coming back from the death, Jack wants to check on his friends
Rating/Warning: Lots of angst, talk about death, mentions of gory details
[For three hundred years, Jack didn't know who he was or where he came from... but death had always definitely been an option. He had many other theories too, of course, but being dead fit the pattern - spirits had to come from somewhere, right? So when he finally found out the truth, it wasn't shocking. He was delighted to get his story, and even if being dead became a touchy subject later, it was because of its nature more than how it affected Jack.
This time, things aren't as easy.
Death shouldn't be a fear for him. Something to think about when it comes to his past, sure. Worry about belief and disappearing, that too. But facing physical pain with such horror? That shouldn't be a thing for Jack - he may've been hit multiple of times and it hurt, but it's only magic that can truly damage him. So facing that fan and being caught in its blades... there are no words to describe how horrible it was.
That's what he's thinking about when he wakes up in the park. Is this death? Is it Ceres messing with him? Has worldhopping changed his nature? Jack lays there on the grass, frustrated, angry, feeling powerless, and most importantly... scared.
The way to fight fear is fun, and what makes Jack snap out of it is the sound of bright laughter coming from the children running toward him. They're so happy to see him! They missed him, they have been so worried! Jack is buried under hugs and tears and, underwhelming as it is, he'll take this over angsty thoughts everyday.
He can think about his death later. Here he has people to worry about. As long as he is still an eternal spirit, he can go on, coping with pain as it comes. He coped for three centuries after all.
The kids aren't told the truth, but Jack stays with them until his body is less sore and his powers are fully back (what's with that anyway?). Then he sends them home with promises of more fun tomorrow - he has things to do.
A Guardian cares about children, sure, but he also cares about his friends.]
((ooc: I'll add top levels for each character! As I said in plurk, please don't feel pressured to tag right now. I'm just setting up things for organization, you can tag when your own threads are done.))
When: IC 3/17 (aka backdated to three days after the raid)
Where: Their apartments, the shrines
What: After coming back from the death, Jack wants to check on his friends
Rating/Warning: Lots of angst, talk about death, mentions of gory details
[For three hundred years, Jack didn't know who he was or where he came from... but death had always definitely been an option. He had many other theories too, of course, but being dead fit the pattern - spirits had to come from somewhere, right? So when he finally found out the truth, it wasn't shocking. He was delighted to get his story, and even if being dead became a touchy subject later, it was because of its nature more than how it affected Jack.
This time, things aren't as easy.
Death shouldn't be a fear for him. Something to think about when it comes to his past, sure. Worry about belief and disappearing, that too. But facing physical pain with such horror? That shouldn't be a thing for Jack - he may've been hit multiple of times and it hurt, but it's only magic that can truly damage him. So facing that fan and being caught in its blades... there are no words to describe how horrible it was.
That's what he's thinking about when he wakes up in the park. Is this death? Is it Ceres messing with him? Has worldhopping changed his nature? Jack lays there on the grass, frustrated, angry, feeling powerless, and most importantly... scared.
The way to fight fear is fun, and what makes Jack snap out of it is the sound of bright laughter coming from the children running toward him. They're so happy to see him! They missed him, they have been so worried! Jack is buried under hugs and tears and, underwhelming as it is, he'll take this over angsty thoughts everyday.
He can think about his death later. Here he has people to worry about. As long as he is still an eternal spirit, he can go on, coping with pain as it comes. He coped for three centuries after all.
The kids aren't told the truth, but Jack stays with them until his body is less sore and his powers are fully back (what's with that anyway?). Then he sends them home with promises of more fun tomorrow - he has things to do.
A Guardian cares about children, sure, but he also cares about his friends.]
((ooc: I'll add top levels for each character! As I said in plurk, please don't feel pressured to tag right now. I'm just setting up things for organization, you can tag when your own threads are done.))
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[With the heat gone, Rei sets down the rod and offers Jack her hand, if he'd care to take it. Eyes sympathetic, she watches Jack for signs of fear, or nervousness, her own face pensive.]
I'm...I'm so sorry, Jack.
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[He knows how hard it is to talk about the past, and their current context makes that talk even harder. They should be talking about the raid, huh? But how even...
Wait. What? Jack raises both eyebrows.]
What are your apologizing for?
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[She quirks her head to one side, studying that reaction.]
That does mean what I think it does, yes?
[She assumes death?]
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[She's being oddly nonchalant about that.]
You have my empathy.
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[It takes a moment but finally the meaning of those words really hit him. Jack's eyes widen and he comes a little bit closer.]
...you died? Twice?
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At home. Not here. I was killed once, by an enemy of Mars and the Earth. And I offered my life another time, to seal and destroy a great evil.
[She holds out her hands, palms up.]
It was a long time ago, really. And I'm fine, so please don't give it another thought. My...queen...and her magic revived me, as good as new.
[She pauses, quirking her head to one side and reaching her hands out for his. Since she's completely sure there's zero chance a spirit is going to make a move on her, now? She's a bit more okay with contact, because he's a valued friend.]
But this isn't about me. You're back, the same as I am. We're alive, right? So...hug me? And tell me what happened?
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Yeah, good as new. But--- nobody should know what it feels like.
[Hug me. Didn't see that one coming - his eyes widen again. Today sure is a day for hugs, huh? Rei has become a friend, so it isn't a problem, but it's still pretty awkward. After some hesitation, he leans in and does as asked, a bit uncomfortable by her warmth but hanging in there.
There's a snort against her hair and something mumbled along the lines of alive, sure before he finally answers properly.] My group split. Dunno what happened to the others but I found nothing, just-- a game over.
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Patting him one more time, she pulls back, letting him get away from her heat.]
I understand. [Rei huffs a gentle laugh.] Who was in your group? I may know more. I've...been in touch with a few.
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Laughter? That's good, its center rejoices to hear it.]
I don't know their names. Some kind of wizard with white hair and dark skin. A huge demon-like guy with horns... This quiet, skinny dude with white hair too. And a dark haired girl with a temper.
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[Rei makes a pretty odd face at that, as she thinks that's the first time she's called Illidan a friend.]
He's an elf, from what I understand. Though clearly elves in his world are a little different. He means well, he's just...not terribly social. Like me.
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[Jack raises both eyebrows. The elves of his world are small noisy things - that's way more than a little, yep.
A shake his head and hand.] Nononono, you are nothing like him. You're kinda serious but willing to talk, he's just a ragey mess.
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He has his issues, I have mine, but neither of us particularly care for large crowds. Admittedly he has more issues...but they aren't mine to share. Suffice to say, he's someone I respect. Because of what he's done for me, personally.
He may not be your cup of...hot chocolate...though.