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[freezespirited]

[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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[notdogmatic]

[Not knowing the cause of this impromptu missile assault, Tabris briefly considers solidifying his halo to baryonic matter. However, it is unlikely to do any harm... curiously, without any initial reaction, he permits it to strike him in the face.

Immediately thereafter, as the clumped snows slides down, his eyes begin to sparkle.]

[freezespirited]

[It did work. Or, he thinks it worked. He runs around Tabris, leaving snowballs at his feet. He scoops one up, tossing it at him.]

[notdogmatic]

[This time, he does react, angling his halo so that the snowball caroms off it at an angle. A mischievious light in his eyes, he immediately bends to retrieve some of the snowballs dropped before him and fires back, aim immaculate and precise.]

[freezespirited]

[Jack dodges past the snowballs, years of practice leaving him to do so with ease, one brushing his side, and the last colliding with him. He laughs, and it comes easily this time. It's going to be his personal goal to try and get the halo to miss, so he starts by throwing one snowball as a distraction before quickly throwing another.]