[Open Log]

[freezespirited]

Who: Jack and YOU
What: Trying to have fun and cause trouble
When: Backdated January 9th
Where: Around New Moore
Warnings: Just mischief



Shielded by a ratty brown cloak, a new spirit shot down the streets, his laughter loud as the sweeping clouds of snow and frost he used to decorate everything. Nice jacket. Even nicer once he froze it to the interior, nodding at his handiwork while the stranger shivered and kept walking. He may not have known where he was, but he adapted fast enough, playing games when he could and trying to pry a car door open at one point. But he never spoke, and never got so close as to risk touching anyone.

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[icesolation]

There's a little girl walking around. Since it's quiet and frosty, she has no compulsions about using her powers. She steps onto the road, freezing it with a giggle.

[freezespirited]

What? She can do what he does! Laughing, Jack forgets what he's doing and watches. He jumps down to skate on the newly frozen road, carving a few circles into the ice with his staff.

[icesolation]

She forms a small ball of frozen energy in her hands before tossing it in the air, making it snow.

[freezespirited]

He directs a chilly breeze, tossing the snow around in a whirlwind.

[icesolation]

"Hey!" She laughs, "You're not supposed to go there. Go up!"

[freezespirited]

Jack laughs, more sincerely than he has in a few days. "If you insist!" He flies awkwardly to help raise the snow up, up, into a cloud before more flakes fall.

[icesolation]

"Yay!" She giggles, making the ground ice over more in her excitement.

[freezespirited]

The snow seems to glow a little brighter. Once he lands, he adds to the ice, decorating it with his fern frost.

[icesolation]

"Pretty..." She whispered.

[amberalert]

Jack isn't risking getting close enough to anyone but someone is definitely going to risk getting near Jack. Peter's practically stalking him from the shadows once he notices the sprite playing around. Too good an opportunity. What time is it? Time to mess with Jack. Good luck.

When the timing seems about right, he is going make an impressive attempt to nail Jack in the head with a snowball (Jack's own handiwork even because that's funnier.) The step after throwing it is duck for cover so nobody will know where it came from.

[freezespirited]

Jack recognizes the sound of the snowball, and stops in his tracks. Shock, confusion, excitement, doubt, he feels them all at once until he realizes he isn't standing underneath any trees. Hope takes over, but when he turns around and no one's there, he resolves to find them and starts running, peering around every corner.

[amberalert]

He's sneaking behind him, tip toeing for dramatic effect should Jack notice. Sneak sneak sneak. He waits a bit then taps his shoulder. Peter will wait until Jack turns around to throw another snowball at him so he can get it in his face.

[freezespirited]

Jack jumps about three feet in the air, turning around. He's never been so happy to have a snowball on his face. He doesn't even bother to wipe it away, tripping over his words. "Hey! Hello? Can you see me? I didn't think anyone could, but you can! Can't you? Did you...did you throw that at me?"

[amberalert]

He raises his eyebrows at him in slight surprise before looking extremely amused. "Blimey. You're like an overexcited puppy. I almost can't keep messing with you." Peter waves a hand in front of Jack's face. "I don't know. Can you see me?"

[freezespirited]

"I can see you! I can see you!" His voice cracks in his laughter, the wind lifting him up as if to express its own joy, before he's allowed to dive down, cloak in his face and nearly tripping into the ground in front of Peter. He regains his footing quickly, forming a snowball in his hands and throwing it back at his face.

[amberalert]

Peter blinks at him in a slight surprise then continues to smile at him ear to ear. "Haven't got the hang of flying yet, have you?" This is so amusing. His hands go up to save his face from the snowball which would help if snowballs didn't shatter everywhere.

[freezespirited]

"No. Why. Have you?!" Jack stops and jumps in front of him several times. First person to speak to him, and they can fly too! "I didn't think anyone else could fly! Except birds but birds don't count, do they?"

[amberalert]

"'Course. I'm an expert." Peter replies, cocking his head to the side. "Just because nobody is flying doesn't mean they can't. They're simply too scared to try most of the time."

[freezespirited]

"If you're the expert, can you teach me?" Jack hugs his staff like a blanket, brows furrowed. "But flying isn't scary. It's fun! Sometimes you fall, but you can fall when walking too."

[amberalert]

"Sure, I can. Have you tried happy thoughts?" He shakes his head. "But their belief in falling is stronger than their belief in flying. It's an unfortunate thing."

[freezespirited]

"I haven't. Is that like being happy while you're flying?" He frowns, almost sadly. "Then we can make them believe!"

[amberalert]

"If you're not happy while you're flying then you aren't flying at all, really. It keeps you focused." He explains. "How would we do that?"

[freezespirited]

He nods as if that's the wisest thing he's ever heard anyone say. "We just tell them what you told me! If they see us having fun, they'll know it's not scary, and if someone falls, we can catch them."

[amberalert]

Peter pauses a moment, as if thinking it over. Then he frowns. "But they can't see us having fun, can they?"

[freezespirited]

Flinching visibly, Jack's attention is drawn to a few snowflakes. "Why can't they see us?"

[amberalert]

Peter frowns at him. "Seeing is believing goes the opposite way too. Perhaps you didn't make a big enough impression."

[freezespirited]

"I made it snow. What am I supposed to do? Make it snow more?" Frowning deeply, the wind picks up a little around them.

[amberalert]

Peter glances at some leaves blowing because of the wind. "Make it snow on them. You have to provoke them. Like I provoked you just now and made you search."

[freezespirited]

That actually makes a lot of sense, so Jack does as Peter says. The air cools around them, the wind picking up and throwing delicate, powdery flakes around and right at people's faces. Grinning impishly, Jack keeps doing it until the do notice, resulting in some complaints and snowball fights.

[amberalert]

Delicate powdery flakes? Peter was thinking forceful things. Eh. He smiles though, like he's impressed. "You got them cheery, that's for sure."

[freezespirited]

"The snow did. I didn't do anything." Jack conjures a snowball and patting it down. "Provoke them like you did, huh?" Time to throw the snowball at someone's face and see what happens.

[rule_britannia]

"What the devil--"

He didn't need to see the boy to know it was him, but his appearance is enough to draw some interest from England.

"Jack! What the bloody hell are you doing this time?"

[freezespirited]

Perched on the roof, he ceases with his attempt to break into the car and stares at England, eyes filled with wonder. And confusion. A lot of confusion.

"How do you know my name?"

[rule_britannia]

"How do I-- Never you bloody mind how I know your name, get away from that car this instant."

He's trying to sound stern but there's an underlying fondness for the mischievous nature of the winter spirit. "Front and centre. Come along."

[freezespirited]

"Is that what it's called?" Completely ignoring his demands, he leans forward against his staff, legs dangling from the side of the roof. Despite this, he smiles brightly. "Are we friends?"

[rule_britannia]

"I.. Well, yes, I suppose we are friends."

It's still a little strange to him to think about having friends. Especially friends who aren't other nations (of which his options are limited given past conduct) and also are just as immortal as he is.

He rubs the side of his nose with his thumb. Wonderful. Jack's been hit by the most recent nonsense as well. "I'm Arthur."

[freezespirited]

If it's even possible, Jack's grin widens even more. You've made him so happy, Arthur. So much so that he does jump off the car, floating over to Arthur in complete elation. "Arthur, I'm Jack! But you already knew that, didn't you? Why? Are you from the moon?"

[rule_britannia]

He shakes his head. "No, I'm not from the moon. You know me, you've just.. forgotten."

Or been taken to a point before he can remember? Arthur can't be sure but it's what he'd guess from the way the boy is dressed. "What, exactly, do you think you're doing attempting to break into a car?"

[freezespirited]

Now he stares at Arthur as if he lost his memories. "What are you saying? I haven't forgotten anything. I would have known if you'd spoken to me before. You don't forget things like that. Nevermind."

He shakes his head. Arthur may be mistaken, but that's not important. "What's a car? Is that what this thing is?" He hits the door with his staff, freezing the edges. "What does it do? I wish to see what's inside it."

[rule_britannia]

It was probably best that they didn't go too deeply into it, given current circumstances. It would just give them both a headache and it was far easier to just let Jack think he'd made a mistake.

That he certainly knew his name seemed to be enough.

"It's a vehicle. It moves when you start it up, but you'll get nowhere just breaking into it like that."

[freezespirited]

Slowly, Jack's smile changes to one more impish. A smile that can only mean trouble. He glances around, leaning forward to whisper as if conspiring a secret plot.

"How fast does it go?"

[rule_britannia]

"I can't speak for that particular model..." Cars aren't really something he's that familiar with - that would be more America's area of expertise and just for a moment he finds himself missing the noisy buffoon.

"But it's likely to be well over one hundred miles per hour."