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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.]

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It must be my unrivalled observational skills. If you don't mind me asking, what is the curse?

[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.

Can't touch anyone, if you want the simplest explanation.

[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.]

That's simple enough. [And lonely.]

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.]

Only if the touch is short-lived. [More than he probably realizes.]

...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.]

...Do you know how to break it?

No. You're the first.

If it's a kiss, that hasn't worked at all.

[Her nose scrunches a bit; she's reminiscing on some scenes that aren't pleasant or moral in the least.]

...Really? I am?

Searching for the right kiss would seem fitting for such a curse. Curses are meant to be cruel. But perhaps that's not the solution.

Yes! You are! [he laughs now, in joy.]

Seeing as I can't touch anyone, kissing is definitely not the answer. Not that I've been the one to initiate any.

[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.

That eliminates one option. Just thousands more to go.

Prithee, My Lady, what is your name?

It's enough to make one wish to faint, but I'll spare you those theatrics.

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.]

Good, you're much more interesting to talk to conscious.

[Unseen or not, he bows in respect.] The pleasure is mine.

Aren't you proper polite?

[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.

It's not a very interesting story, I'm afraid. There was a very vain man, who, when he heard about me, decided to meet me for himself. He managed to catch me off my guard-- [No he wasn't obliviously having snowball fights or anything.] gave a long, boring speech about how I don't deserve such beauty, and before I could do anything, he cursed me. And that's how I came to be the extremely charming voice you hear.

Sounds like he wasn't exactly projecting that vanity.

[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.

He wasn't. Too bad it didn't end well for him.

Queen? [He never met her. Oh.] Is she the one responsible for the yours?

He die before your curse could be reversed?

And yeah, she's the one that ordered it. She's a proper, jealous slag if I ever saw one.

Yes. They just assumed I was gone, and...

I doubt it made her any more attractive. Do you think the person she hired to perform the curse is the same?

Hopefully you have a way to break your curse. I just wish I knew how; I'd help if I could.

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.

I'm grateful for that, but you have helped. You can hear me. I've tried everything, and finally, I can talk to you. You have given me hope again that this curse can be broken.

Then her heart holds no true beauty. I am just sorry she took it out on you. Perhaps she kept some record of her plans where she suspects no one would ever find it.

...Truly? [Well, she certainly didn't expect to have that impact on him. It's... strangely gratifying, almost relieving to be of such help.]

She was also bitter about my father cheating on her, so I'm sure that never helped my particular case, either; I was doomed to be the object of her vengeance. And perhaps she did keep record, but I haven't the slightest as to where they would be housed nor the means to come into contact with them.

Truly. [He smiles softly, and it gently snows a little.]

I can not help but to think her vengeance brought no happiness to anyone. No, she knows you, doesn't she? But, when we are able to leave this place, I would like to help if I can.

If you are able to, and if we arrive in the same area after leaving, I would be most grateful for your assistance. I would be more than happy to return the favor, if at all possible.

[Surprise wipes the previous expression clean off her visage; however, a gentle grin soon sweeps across her lips as she holds her hand out, catching some of the snow.]

Are you doing that?

If anyone's able to, it's me. Should we not arrive in the same area, I can find this England place you speak of. It might take longer for me to find you, but I'm sure I can. You have my gratitude.

[His smile broadens, and he bows before dancing in the snow.]

I am. It does that sometimes. Do you like it?

Then I shall not forget those words. If I do find my way back to my mother country, I'll wait for you.

[The snow is still... incredible. Completely out of nowhere, practically magical ---in the best way possible.]

Actually, yes, I do. It's beautiful.

I won't keep you waiting for long.

[He watches fondly, laughing and catching some of the snow with his hands.]

It's nice to know someone else thinks that.

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