[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.

Comments

[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.