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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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True, we only just met.

[Some of the snow moves as he shifts around, arms folded in thought.]

I could try that. It will get colder.

I assume the first impressions were positive, at the least.

As far as the cold, I can hold my shall tighter.

[She shifts the fabric so it hangs over her shoulders and her arms, holding it closed below her bosom.]

Quite positive.

All right. I can't make it warmer, but I can make it stop snowing if it gets too cold.

[The wind picks up around them, the air thick with fluffy, soft flakes.]

I'll let you know if it's far too nippy for my tastes.

[She'd apologize for the slight innuendo thrown in there, but it's in her nature and cynical humor to.

With one hand clasping her shall shut, she reaches out with the other to touch the new snow.]

This is still nothing short of amazing.

[He laughs, a clear, bell-like sound.

The ground is nearly completely covered now, snow randomly piling in some areas. Jack crouches down, grabbing the snow and rubbing it over his clothes to try and see if it works.]

Your words do wonders for my ego. It is nice to know it goes appreciated. Winter is a time meant for joy, and magic, not an inconvenience.

I won't pretend to be dishonest: there have been times when winter practically sets out to kill. Perhaps if all snow was conjured by you, people would see less of Death and more of that so-called "magic."

[She's able to pinpoint him with some more accuracy; details are difficult to find, but she's able to make out a general shape.]

I think it might be working.

It was like that, too, the first time it arrived at my kingdom. That much responsibility...perhaps winter isn't meant to be conjured by anyone.

[He leans forward, arms outstretched, jumping in the air.]

Did you see that?

I'd prefer it if it was; at least people could try to bargain their way out of the harsh cold.

[Her eyes follow the movement, and she nods, a smile pulling at her lips.]

Yeah, you're moving.

And all the harsh cold could go somewhere desolate, where it's never summer, or spring. That's as long as they're rational and responsible enough to use it without selfishness.

[He hesitates, forgetting to breathe. Voice caught in his throat, a wide smile stretches on his face, and when he speaks, he's raw with emotion.]

You can see that! You...you can see me moving.

That would be best, if it were possible. I suppose we'll just have to put up with harsh winters, though.

[His absolute joy is infectious, spreading her smile wide. It's also endearing, though it makes her wonder just how lonely it must be to be seen and -until now- unheard.]

I can, yeah.

I suppose so. We'll just have to take caution.

[He laughs, the worry and fear that it wouldn't work, that he would never be seen, washing away so that he approaches her, relaxing. The falling snow takes on a blue tint, shimmering to reflect his own joy increased by seeing Alisha smile so wide. This is what he lives for, to make people happy. And after wondering for years if he really was, if what he did could make any difference...it has.]

It worked.

Woah...

[She wasn't expecting the new appearance of the flakes, and a new sort of amazement tugs at her features.]

I'd sure say it did, yeah. You ever think about covering yourself in paint or something like that? If snow works, maybe that would, too.

...Not that being covered in paint would make anyone look terribly brilliant, but it might be a way for you to get more people to see you.

[His head turn a little from watching the snow, to her.]

I have not. It could work...perhaps people could even see my facial expressions. It's still better than being invisible, so I'll try it ou!

There you have it. Be sure to tell me if it does the trick, yeah?

At the very least, it'd be fun to see people react to someone being covered in paint.

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