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[ Vol'jin had woken up with aches and pains all over, his mouth full of what he could only assume was the flavor of whatever poor unfortunate thing had crawled into his mouth and died there. He felt like ass. His shoulder hurt more than it had in months, and he was exhausted. So much for having a restful night.

...Or however long it had really been.

So, excuse his disheveled appearance, lace of face paint and disarrayed hair. He's still a bit out of it. Rubbing at the inside corner of one eye with his thumb, he speaks before picking up the steaming mug of whatever that is nearby. It had partially obscured a plate full of very picked clean bones, a few bread crumbs and a couple slices of as-of-yet-uneaten cheese. He sniffed loudly. ]

What'd I miss?

[ --And takes a drink. Forgive his brevity, Caer Scima; he's been through a great deal in the last week. It's wearing on him.

Please tell him he didn't miss the feast, though; he still feels like he could eat the entire banquet by himself. ]

[ Private to the Outsider ]

I got a note from the Fox. He took Alice, did ya know? When'd that happen?

[ Well, it's far too late to do anything about it NOW, but he doesn't know when this came or how long he's been gone. But there's none of the threatened body parts sitting around his room, so he's sitting here with a threat and literally not a single clue what to do with it. ]

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[winterwork]

[The expression has Jack breaking into a laugh, impressed that he actually tried his best to hide it. He's used to it though; most people didn't exactly have positive reactions to the winter setting.]

What's with that reaction? Can't handle a little snow, buddy boy?

[Buddy boy. What a little ass. Never mind his little mischievous smirk.]

:D

[ziggyzoggy]

[Oh he full on rolls his eyes at that, snorting at the locket mirror.]

I be a jungle troll, not a ice troll. I like it less an' less with each passin' year.

[He smiles, one-sided and wry.]

Think I'll be the one laughin' come summertime.

[winterwork]

Oh come on, a little bit of play with my magic and you'll think being an ice troll is the coolest thing.

[He's convinced anyway, pointing with an all-knowing finger.]

Besides, I can handle summer. I don't turn into a literal puddle like everyone thinks.