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eachdraidh2014-11-20 09:37 am
winterwork) wrote in eachdraidh2014-11-20 09:37 am
fourth snowball ❅ voice → video (open to both courts; backdated to the 16th)
[Nothing appears on the locket except complete darkness—simply pitch black, if you will—and all that can be heard is a deep, rumbling voice that echoes harshly.]
They didn't believe in you, Jack. That's why they sent you away ...
—no! Shut up! That's not true.
[This voice is of a certain winter spirit, though one that might not have been heard in quite some time. He sounds strained and frustrated as if he's been listening to this for quite some time now.]
Why else would they leave you all alone, Jack, stranded in another world? They spent a mere week without you here, but you— two-hundred and eighty-five years all alone ...
No! Leave me alone, I'm not afraid of you. They can see me. They believe in me. I'm a Guardian now and you can't scare me. Not anymore.
[There's a flash of light and suddenly the image appears crystallized as if ice covers it, though the faint sign of a silhouette appears beyond it.]
Don't be mistaken. You're still alone. People will leave. People will die. And it'll be just you in the end. Just you and the darkness ...
[Another flash can be seen, the sudden shooting of ice from a staff before a growl, dog-like in its nature is heard. Several more flashes of the ice-like bolts are shot before the growling comes to a stop.
Several moments pass before the figure moves to pick up the locket, rubbing a finger over it to wipe the layer of frost off. Revealed is the face of the known winter spirit, surprised as he is as though he hadn't realized the locket was on until just now, looking the same as he always has in appearance though his expression reads him to be more worn, more aged. The brown cape he used to wear is gone now as well, replaced with a more modern looking blue hoodie, decorated with flecks of frost at the edges.
He breathes out a sigh before he finally speaks again.]
It's me. I'm—I'm back.
( ooc: for those who hadn't known, jack had gone through an enchanted sleep just before this where he was canon updated from 1727—only fifteen years of being a spirit—to 2012, post-movie. so while he was only asleep in the drabwurld for a week, he spent 285 years on his own in his own world. )
They didn't believe in you, Jack. That's why they sent you away ...
—no! Shut up! That's not true.
[This voice is of a certain winter spirit, though one that might not have been heard in quite some time. He sounds strained and frustrated as if he's been listening to this for quite some time now.]
Why else would they leave you all alone, Jack, stranded in another world? They spent a mere week without you here, but you— two-hundred and eighty-five years all alone ...
No! Leave me alone, I'm not afraid of you. They can see me. They believe in me. I'm a Guardian now and you can't scare me. Not anymore.
[There's a flash of light and suddenly the image appears crystallized as if ice covers it, though the faint sign of a silhouette appears beyond it.]
Don't be mistaken. You're still alone. People will leave. People will die. And it'll be just you in the end. Just you and the darkness ...
[Another flash can be seen, the sudden shooting of ice from a staff before a growl, dog-like in its nature is heard. Several more flashes of the ice-like bolts are shot before the growling comes to a stop.
Several moments pass before the figure moves to pick up the locket, rubbing a finger over it to wipe the layer of frost off. Revealed is the face of the known winter spirit, surprised as he is as though he hadn't realized the locket was on until just now, looking the same as he always has in appearance though his expression reads him to be more worn, more aged. The brown cape he used to wear is gone now as well, replaced with a more modern looking blue hoodie, decorated with flecks of frost at the edges.
He breathes out a sigh before he finally speaks again.]
It's me. I'm—I'm back.
( ooc: for those who hadn't known, jack had gone through an enchanted sleep just before this where he was canon updated from 1727—only fifteen years of being a spirit—to 2012, post-movie. so while he was only asleep in the drabwurld for a week, he spent 285 years on his own in his own world. )
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'Ey. Welcome back.
[You've been gone a while. And now you probably get to teach Hiccup about television, don't you?]
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Good to be back. [And it really is.] You doing alright there? These dogs things causing you trouble too?
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Eh... Ya stay far enough away from them, it's not too much trouble. They undead--or close enough to it. If ya know someone with holy magic, stick to ém. The dogs can be hurt by that.
[That is his Official Advice for dealing with them. So, yes, he's had "some trouble" with them, you could say.]
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Me. [It's hardly a boast, just straight facts.]
There's a lot, yeah. But less than there coulda been.
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Hardly the only one. Ice seems to work nice, as well. [
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Never cease the ice punning.He chuckles, amused to see him being rather modest about the whole thing.] It takes a while, but it does eventually knock them out at least. Better than being entirely defenseless.
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Now, whether it's modesty or simply being very aware that other people can do just as well, it's hard to say. Everyone has a niche.]
I have preferred not to get too close to them. They get a bit nasty.
[Understatement of the season, dear.]
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Flying's pretty convenient at least in these circumstances.
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[He's starting to notice a pattern here, but doesn't want to bring it up until he's more sure of it.]