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[freezespirited]

What: Taking on a volcano.
Who: Jack freezespirited and you!
When: 03/14-03/16.
Where: Throughout the city.
Warnings: Nothing except volcano stuff.


Anyone brave or unfortunate enough to be outside might notice the flashes of electric blue that shocks the sky every once in a while. Volcanic lightning? Could be. The source of it directs his energy toward the falling debris, letting it coil and stab through the falling earth to freeze it. Debris shatter into smaller chunks of frozen rock. Jack tries shouting for the wind to buffer the larger pieces, but he isn't sure if it can hear him in the ash, and the air burns at his throat.

The magma is slow, and not an immediate danger, but he keeps an eye on it as best as he can amidst the rest of the chaos. And then there are the fires. A suffocating heat gradually claws its way deep, deep into Jack's chest and head, clouding the sides of his vision. Every fiber of self-preservation urges him to leave, find shelter this is wrong it's not safe get out now. He chooses to ignore it, which makes it even harder to focus, but it doesn't matter. Unlike the others, he's at least pretty sure he's immortal.

But he can't stay in the sky forever, so he lands, a little less gracefully then he'd want, and starts looking for anything else he can do.

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[icesolation]

She's already on the ground, slowly making her way up. She looks up at him with a faint smile, "Are you ready?"

[freezespirited]

He catches a glimpse of her and rushes to her, only stopping when he's two inches from hitting the ground. He smirks, a competitive light reignited in his eyes. "For our contest? Yeah, I've been waiting!"

[icesolation]

"I'll try not to do that next time," she replied. Elsa is still scared of messing up, but at least she can try to avert one disaster. A disaster she didn't cause. She stamps her foot on the ground, watching the ice spread all over the volcano.

[freezespirited]

Jack lets out a low whistle in admiration. "Not bad." Gently, he lands on the ice. It's practically art. Staff beating a faint blue, he grins back at Elsa and laughs, managing to make it only half-forced, and skates around to reinforce her ice.

[icesolation]

"Why, Mr. Frost, we'll make an artisan of you yet," Elsa said smoothly. She surveys the area and starts erecting large walls of ice, closing the volcano off from the city.

[freezespirited]

"You're the artisan," He gestures at all of the ice. Not that he needs to. While Elsa is busy with the wall, he keeps any debris from hitting her or her creations.

[icesolation]

She makes them tall and sturdy, colossal blocks of ice that could slow down streams of lava. She can't help smiling as she works, throwing herself into her work with a joy she could never fully express.

[freezespirited]

He stops skating and flies, fighting against the clouds to get some altitude. Now that he's closer to the debris, he can freeze it before it even comes close to the walls. Occasionally, just for fun, he'll smack some of the smaller debris away and watch it soar across the horizon. Even from his height, he can tell Elsa's beginning to allow herself to enjoy her gift. A grin of his own tugs at the corners of his mouth before he's distracted with deflecting a particularly large rock. He swears it was a boulder.

"How are you doing down there?!"

[icesolation]

"I think I'm almost done!" She yells back, as the walls inch closer to the volcano. Then she makes steps so that she can climb out when she's done.

[freezespirited]

"It's looking good! I wish you could see it from this angle! It--hold on." Very clever. He keeps an eye on her and focuses more on making sure she can complete it.

[icesolation]

She places more walls, mostly around the tip of the volcano, so it can slow any oncoming lava down before dropping her hands. She felt a little tired. She's never expended her powers so much voluntarily.

[freezespirited]

He nearly falls out of the sky when he glances at the volcano. Blizzards spanning for miles were one thing, but he's sure he could have never pulled that off. He starts to sink down, no longer fighting to stay in the air. The look of awe still hasn't quite left his face when he reaches Elsa.

"I think that should be enough."

[icesolation]

"That's a relief," she said weakly, "We had better leave."

[freezespirited]

"Yeah." he blinks ash out of his eyes, pointing at the city with his staff. "Sledding's the fastest way."

[icesolation]

"I'm not so sure..." she replied.

[freezespirited]

"You don't have to do anything." He blinks at her. "I can--have you ever been sledding before?"

[icesolation]

"When I was younger, with Anna. . . " but that was a long time ago, so long ago that the memories were tinged bittersweet.

[freezespirited]

"Who's Anna?" He starts making a ramp of sorts while he waits.

[icesolation]

"She's my sister, my younger sister," Elsa replied, shaking herself out of those memories.

[freezespirited]

"Little sisters can be a handful, huh?" He smiles, brittle and joyful at the same time.

[icesolation]

She can't help smiling softly, thinking of Anna, "Yeah."

[freezespirited]

"I'd like to hear about her." A beat. "After we're out of here. Your course is done." He nods at the ramp.

[icesolation]

"Are you sure sledding is such a good idea?" She said, biting her lip and looking at the ramp. It's safe, obviously, she trusts Jack, but it's been so long.

[freezespirited]

"It's just sledding. It's not complicated." He takes a few steps back, spreading his arms. "You'll be fine. You just have to believe me."

[icesolation]

"I do," Elsa replied simply. She takes in a deep breath and climbs onto the sled.

[freezespirited]

He smiles to himself and perches up on the back of the sled. He takes a deep breath, and slams his staff into the ground to get it moving.

[icesolation]

"Aaaah!" she couldn't help the slight yell as it sped onwards.

[freezespirited]

He laughs, not at her. Well, maybe a little bit at her, and speeds it up even more.

[icesolation]

"Too fast, too fast!"

[rulebreaks]

Buffy is running, as fast as she can, up the hill and to the volcano. So, in the opposite direction of most sane people. She's wearing sweats, her hair swept back in a haphazard ponytail, but hey, what was the use in ruining your clothes in magma? She wouldn't make that mistake again.

"...Woah." It's all she can say for long seconds, ready to help some natives out of a pickle, but instead she finds herself watching a blue dude fall out of the sky.

[freezespirited]

At first, Jack just thinks the heat must be playing tricks on him. It takes flying a few feet off the ground to get closer for him to be sure that no, someone really did pick a bad time to go jogging.

Or maybe she got lost, but if that were the case, it would have been easy enough to notice the incline heading up to the volcano. "Hi. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be evacuating like the others?"

WOW I SUCK i apologize

[rulebreaks]

"I don't really do the evacuating thing," she admits with a little half-shrug, looking around. She wants to tell him she flies too, but she's still not sure if that whole thing was a fluke or not. A flying fluke. "I just came up here to see if there was anyone else left to get evacuate-y with it."