Jack ❄ Frost (
freezespirited) wrote in
thoughtformed2013-04-22 11:01 am
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[No one can see him, not even himself. He forgot a long time ago what he looks like, and he wonders if anyone even remembers who he is. Not that he can exactly go and ask someone. He holds onto his cloak, digging his hands into the fine, intricately detailed fabric, more of a decoration than a barrier against the cold. Snow falls wherever he walks, sticking to the ground a bit longer than normal snow. He talks to himself to keep himself company, mostly commenting on anyone else he sees. The curse missed his voice, even if it silenced it from everyone else. Right now he follows someone carrying groceries.]
Heading home?
[No answer.]
People are talking that there could be a blizzard. [No they're not.] Sure that's enough if you're stuck in your...whatever you call what you live in?
[No answer.]
[So he tries harder. He talks and talks, about the mundane and the extraordinary, until without thinking, he gives one light tug to the bag, causing the person to drop it, ruining everything and making a mess. Jack laughs, loudly and a little wild. He feels a little guilty afterward, but no real harm done, right? Now that the distraction's over, his mood sours once again. He doesn't know what else to do, but what other choice does he have but to keep trying? The snow whips around him violently, as he wanders, looking for someone new to follow.]
Heading home?
[No answer.]
People are talking that there could be a blizzard. [No they're not.] Sure that's enough if you're stuck in your...whatever you call what you live in?
[No answer.]
[So he tries harder. He talks and talks, about the mundane and the extraordinary, until without thinking, he gives one light tug to the bag, causing the person to drop it, ruining everything and making a mess. Jack laughs, loudly and a little wild. He feels a little guilty afterward, but no real harm done, right? Now that the distraction's over, his mood sours once again. He doesn't know what else to do, but what other choice does he have but to keep trying? The snow whips around him violently, as he wanders, looking for someone new to follow.]

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[Or so she assumes, given that the direction of the voice does indeed change with where he claims to be.]
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I'm a man. Good evening, Mistress, I am Prince Jack Frost of the Overland Kingdom.
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[Okay, in retrospect, that didn't sound to smart, but still.]
If such words are truthful, how come I can't see you?
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[He paces around until he's standing in front of her.]
You can't see the wind, but it's still there, and you still believe in it, don't you?
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[She shrugs, trying to keep her eyes in the direction of the voice.]
Wind and man are two very different things.
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[He stops moving, mostly.]
In some ways. Wind doesn't talk, not in words we can understand, so that must mean the only possibility left is I am a man.
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[A bit of sarcasm there? You bet.]
Well, aren't you poetic, then? Do you make it a habit of impersonating the wind, or am I just special?
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[Two can play at that game.]
You're far too kind. Both. More often than not, I use it to make people's items go missing, or cause them to slip. Tricks. Fun things. Most people don't hold conversations with the wind.
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[Well, well, well.]
...So. I am special, even if you're busy being a pest to others. I'm honored, really.
[More sarcasm! But at least there's good humor backing it.]
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The honor is mine. I get to talk to a very fair maiden. Instead of a one-sided conversation where I talk and pretend you talk back.
[He's smiling, if his voice is anything to go by.]
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...Is... it not normal for people to pick up that you're right in their ear?
[Oh, she hears his smile. And now, she's starting to realize why he has one.]
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No. You're the first.
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[Her nose scrunches a bit; she's reminiscing on some scenes that aren't pleasant or moral in the least.]
...Really? I am?
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Yes! You are! [he laughs now, in joy.]
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[She gives a small shrug, though it's hard to not smile when there's laughter about. The corners of her lips curl up, just a bit.]
Well then, I'm honored, Prince Frost.
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Prithee, My Lady, what is your name?
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My name is Alisha Bailey. It's a pleasure to meet you. [She offers a small curtsy, nothing too fancy, but enough to show some sort of respect.]
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[Unseen or not, he bows in respect.] The pleasure is mine.
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[She's smiling, though. It's nice to have simple, pleasant conversation, even if it's to someone she can only hear.]
Pray tell, wot happened to make you invisible to the eye? If you don't mind me asking.
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[Meaning that the voice shares the trait as well. She can't exactly fault him for it without being a hypocrite, though.]
Wonder if your personal antagonist is in cahoots with the Queen of England.
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Queen? [He never met her. Oh.] Is she the one responsible for the yours?
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And yeah, she's the one that ordered it. She's a proper, jealous slag if I ever saw one.
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I doubt it made her any more attractive. Do you think the person she hired to perform the curse is the same?
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Yeah, it didn't. From what I've heard, she mostly wanted me to feel burdened by and pitiful towards my looks, not empowered or proud. As far as the old hag she hired goes, I haven't the slightest. There has been no hide nor hair of her since that fateful night.
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