dear_mun | Mun is catching up with an old fandom, muse is getting ideas

[ Color her interested. ]

What would come out of them when they exploded?

[Yay, a kid! Jack quickly enters Big Bro mode, crouching in front of her with a smile.]

Little baby dragons ready to be adopted.

{ If she wasn't interested, she certainly is now. She bounces on the balls of her feet, hardly containing her excitement, because baby dragons. ]

Oniichan has dragons? Real dragons?

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[Baww, so cute. Jack now feels a bit guilty for not actually having an egg with him.]

It's more like... I know someone who has real dragons. But meanwhile- [He puts his hand on the floor to freeze it, then draws a silhouette on the frost with his finger. A little wave of his hand aaaand yep, there we go. The drawing comes to life, a baby dragon made of snow that flies around the girl.]

-that could do?

[ She turns on her heel in attempt to follow it, reaching out to clasp her hands in attempt to catch it. ] Menma is amazed! [ Nope, this is better than any egg, or any baby dragon. Easily. ]

What's his name? How did Oniichan do that?

[ Have a million questions a minute, Jack! ]

[Shoot them away! Anything for a kid. Jack will just keep grinning like an idiot, happy to be making a child delighted like this.]

Just a little special trick of mine. [The little dragon finally comes down to rest on Menma's head.] And it's yours now, so you can name it.

[ Small hands reach to close lightly around the dragon on top of her head, more to balance it than to capture it as she blinks at Jack. ]

Menma wants to .... Name .... Him ...

[ Because these things take thought. ]

Jin-tan!

[ But apparently not that much thought. ]

Menma is Menma! What is Oniichan's name?

[She may feel him a little cold, just like Jack's body temperature. But hopefully she won't mind.]

That's a great name, kiddo. [He pokes her nose with one cold finger.] Hey, Menma. I'm Jack Frost. You can just call me Jack.

[ Blue eyes blink and she dissolves into giggles at the poke, holding to the ice dragon despite a bit of a shiver.

Before blinking. And blinking again. ]

Jack Frost? Like the stories? [ Suddenly both arms are around his neck, because she can. Hopefully he doesn't mind being clung to by strangers! ]

Is Jack-Jack the one who brought the snow last time even though Tsuruko-chan didn't think it would come?

[The dragon sees that coming and flies out of the way, back to her head. Jack, on the other hand, doesn't, and freezes at first, surprised. He returns the hug rather loosely but gently, and of course a bit of frost appears on the girl's dress.]

Yes, just like the stories. I'm the one who brings snow days and frozen paths where you can skate on.

[ She wriggles a bit at the feel of frost, but otherwise doesn't seem deterred, neglecting to release Jack even now. ]

People used to say you didn't exist, but Popo and I knew better, Jack-Jack!

[ Her chin rests comfortably upon his shoulder. ]

Arigatou! Without you, Menma wouldn't have so many memories with the others. D'you wanna know a secret?

[Oh boy all this cuteness and warmth! He's gonna melt! Jack closes his eyes, letting those words reach his center. This is one hell of a day.]

Thank you, Menma. For believing. [He sounds really touched and it takes him another pause before he speaks again.] Memories are very important, just ask the Tooth Fairy. Sure, you can tell me anything.

[ When she speaks again, it's nearly reverent. ]

You know the tooth fairy?

[ She's bouncing again on the balls of her feet, her chin gently bobbing against his shoulder as she wrinkles her nose, her tone a little softer. ]

Really important. Menma can't remember her wish, and that's why Jin-tan can still see her. Well, everyone can see Menma here, but back home .... [ The thought is pushed aside as she shakes her head. ] Winter was always Menma's favorite.

More than spring, fall, and even a tiny bit more than summer!

I do. She's... a friend of mine. She's the Guardian of Memories.

[Oh gosh, you're killing him over here! She doesn't remember, she can't be seen AND she loves winter. Can Jack adopt her now?]

That... that means a lot to me, kiddo. Thanks. [After Making the dragon fly away again, she ruffles her hair.] Once you get the memory of your wish back, the being seen problem will be solved. Trust me on this one.

Then maybe she remembers Menma's wish!

[ Finally, finally she releases Jack, turning her attention to pressing herself to the tips of her toes and stretching her hands upward in attempt to reach the dragon again. Small fingers stretch for the icy wings as she distracts herself, a thoughtful frown tugging against her lips. ]

Popo thinks that if Menma remembers her wish, she can go to Heaven. Has Jack-Jack ever been there?

[ Because Jack is her hero now.

He can surely go anywhere. ]

[The little dragon happily flies to her arm, and Jack stares while realization hits him. She's dead. She's a ghost.

Well, damn.]

Yeah, she... the memory of your wish is safe in Tooth and her fairies' care.

[Has he? He doesn't know how this works. How long has he been underwater? Was his soul sent and brought back? Either way, it doesn't matter, because...]

Heaven is a place for cute little girls like you, not trouble makers like myself.

Fairies? With wings? Can they fly like Jin-tan?

[ Excuse all the questions as she thrusts her arms out to either side of her, leaning dramatically to the left and then the right as she "flies" around Jack, her bare feet sounding against the ground.

At least until she trips, crashing forward to throw thin arms around Jack from behind, her face cushioned by his back as she giggles. ]

Jack Jack isn't trouble, just fun! Menma can't go to Heaven until Menma remembers, so until then, Menma can cook steamed bread with raisins for Jack Jack!

[ And then a huuuuum. ]

Do dragons and fairies like raisins?

Of course they can. I can do that too, even if I don't have wings.

[He just follows her around with his eyes, smiling at the sight. Then she falls on him... this time he doesn't tense, in fact he moves his body accordingly to catch her gently.]

Dunno about dragons, but I bet Tooth would be fine with that. It doesn't sound like something that will ruin your teeth too much.

[Exploding eggs.

A strangely gray and sad-looking Sandy is hiding above Jack in a cloud of predominantly gray sand, but he can't help but point something out. Tendrils of gray sand (with the tiniest flecks of gold inside) touch down on the ground, forming images of children picking up eggs with big smiles on their faces... and then having the eggs explode in their hands, mutilating and killing many of them. He does not skimp on the graphic carnage.

Exploding eggs are a terrible idea, strange boy.]

[Thinking this coming from Pitch, Jack eye-rolls and shoots frost in the sand direction to get ride of the horrible mental image.]

I'm not letting them explode near the kids, genius. Sorry for ruining your entertainment.

[Frost incoming!

The cloud of sand hiding him flinches away from the bolt of frost, but its master hadn't expected the attack, so it hits anyway. The frost spreads across the sand, making it brittle, and it breaks apart, allowing its master to fall like a rock to the ground.

Its master lets out a choked noise from his usually silenced throat, and he quickly climbs to his feet, flinching back from the strange boy. He's going to be attacked again, he's sure. He doesn't like hurting people, so he doesn't want to fight. His eyes flick everywhere, searching for an escape route.]

And that's what you get for-

[When Jack finally notices who fell from the sand, he feels confused as hell. He can only stare with his best "what the hell" face.]

...Sandy?

[He looks at the strange boy with his best confused face. Sandy? Who is Sandy? He has no name, strange boy. No one ever gave him one.

He backs away, opening his mouth to say something, but he can't seem to talk. Instead, a thin, hoarse sound escapes him.

Can he not speak? He has never tried before in his short life, so perhaps he has never been able to talk. He shuts his mouth and just shakes his head, averting his eyes and continuing to back up. He didn't mean harm. He meant to protect whoever might pick up the eggs.]

Hey now, wait, Sandy, please-

[Jack walks toward him, his hands up to show he means no harm. He looks lost, too, thinking Sandy is mad at him for the frost.]

-I'm sorry, really! I didn't mean to do that, I thought it was Pitch bothering me again! Don't leave... please.

[The boy sounds so... sad.

He stops in his tracks, immediately softening. He doesn't know much, but he knows sadness. He doesn't like it. He wants this boy to stop feeling so sad. He frowns, pressing his fingers to his lips, trying to force some kind of--]

...Sandy?

[Oh. Ow. Ow, ow, talking is unpleasant. Why do people do it?]

[And just like that, Jack's hands fall. He stares, mouth hanging open, disbelief written all over his body language.]

You... you just talked. How- and you're gray, too. What the hell is going on?

[Okay, seriously? Is his talking really that surprising? Everyone else does it!

No, strange boy, you're not going to get him to talk again so soon when you are doing nothing but stating the obvious. He frowns and massages his throat gently, waiting for the child to come to his own conclusions.

He doesn't know who he is or where he comes from, so for all he knows, he is 'Sandy'. The fact is that the first thing he remembers is a lot of pain in his back and waking up in black sand. He's not going to be much help, he's sure, so he hopes to keep the unpleasant talking to a minimum while the strange boy thinks.

(There has to be a better way to communicate than talking.)]

[Jack watches how Sandy rubs his throat - ok, that makes sense. Not touching that topic again.

But this still doesn't make any sense. Walking slowly, he tries to get closer again.]

Sandy...? Do you- do you know who I am? [It sucks having to make that question.]

[He eyes the strange boy carefully, wary of letting anyone too close, but he doesn't move to leave again.

He shakes his head, frowning and furrowing his brow, dreading the thought of trying to talk again through his sore throat, but how else can he communicate? He's never been seen before coming to this place, so he's never had to consider communication before.

He lets out a deep breath and keeps massaging his throat.] Don't know Sandy. [It would be nice to add an 'either' to that sentence, but the less he talks, the better. There is something that feels extremely wrong about making noise, and that's not even considering how painful it is.]

It's ok! It's ok... you don't have to talk.

[Jack crouches in front of him, unsure of how to proceed. He knows about dark AUs, but this Sandy obviously hasn't been taken over by Pitch. He also knows Sand has never been like this before, so no canon point trouble. Then... what?]

Can you... can you make drawings with your sand? Use that to communicate.

[Don't be so quick to rule Pitch out, Jack.

His eyebrows go up in surprise. His sand! Why didn't he think of that?

He frowns and tries to think of how exactly to use his sand. Unfortunately, it seems like an incredibly unreliable and circuitous way to communicate, but using his sand doesn't hurt like talking does.

Alright. Communicate with pictures. He swirls his hands, allowing the gray gold-flecked sand to make a big gray graveyard all around them, graves lined in neat rows. A person is kneeling by one of the graves, their head bowed.

He touches the head of the gray sand person, and they burst into sobs, the sand tears falling from their face onto the ground turning the gray sand gold briefly.

He looks to Jack with a frown. He's trying to communicate what he does, who he may or may not be. He helps people respond to pain. That's what he's done ever since he woke up a few months ago.]

[Jack is reading the sand drawings the wrong way. The worst way.

So this is dead Sandy. The one he failed to save.]

Nonono NO! [He throws his staff on the floor with rage. Fuck these muns, man.] Sandy, I... I'm sorry.

[Worst part? He's kind of right. Not that the sand creature knows that.

He jumps at the strange boy's violent reaction, immediately getting that he had failed with this whole 'communicate with pictures' thing. He quickly waves his hands, making the sand disappear and attempting to make the pain and grief radiating off the boy to disappear too. No, no, he doesn't know what the strange boy thinks he said, but whatever it is, it's wrong.

They he remembers, hey! There are more simple images he can use. Gray and gold question marks appear over his head. What does the boy think he said?]

I-I... could've prevented this. You aren't supposed to be gray or without memories, you... you are supposed to be The Sandman. The best of the best.

[He's a lost puppy right now, someone hug him please.]

[He is seriously considering giving this boy a hug, but his touch usually makes people start crying, so he's not sure if he should.

More question marks appear above his head, and he can feel the grief and guilt radiating from the boy. He wants to make it go away because for one, it's his fault that it's there in the first place, and he wonders if there's maybe something he can say, but what is there to say?

Instead, he hesitantly offers his hand, urging the strange boy to take it. He'll try to keep the edge off his power--he understands that the tears he provokes are sometimes required, but it feels weird to deliberately make someone cry when he's the one they are grieving for.

He's just trying to provide comfort the way he's seen mortals do it. He doesn't know how else it can happen.]

[Jack arches an eyebrow. If the fact Sandy is missing his memories wasn't obvious before, it's obvious now. Otherwise he wouldn't ask for what he's asking.

But would there be a point in arguing? After sighing, he puts his hand on top of Sandy's. And of course the frost soon appears between them.]

Already thinking about it?

It'd be awesome. So… are these dragon eggs you're talking about, then?

Blame the Christmas-ish movie my mun was watching. But hey, it's winter at her place now, so it fits?

[ANY EXCUSE IS A GOOD EXCUSE WHEN IT COMES TO WINTER]

Yup, dragon eggs. You get and explosion and an awesome pet out of it, it's a win-win situation.

Really? Which one was this? It's as good a time for it as any! Particularly since that means you guys won't get snow for Christmas, right?

Definitely! So are you going to get one? What would you name it?

At my mun's place? No, no snow. In my new game? We have snow but not really Christmas. The magic of catch 22.

Ah, it was the Christmas short of Hiccup and Toothless' world. You know, the one with the vikings and the dragons? I don't think they'll let me get one, that's why I made the post asking for it.

That sucks. I mean, getting a little of each is something, but it's not the same.

Oh, yeah! I don't think we've seen it, but it's going to have to go on the to watch list now. Aw. That's too bad! I'd've liked to have seen that.

Mun is catching up with an old fandom, muse is getting ideas

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stahp stahp you are making me want to stalk you to asgard

yes please Jack needs more kids in his army

I am going to have to look into it. Because. Your Jack is amazing.

oh my, thank you very much! your girl is really cute.

I am not sorry

oh boy

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