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dear_mun2013-08-30 11:14 pm
nightterror) wrote in dear_mun2013-08-30 11:14 pm
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Posting with him before bed is ironic.
Now I can have some fun.
Fishing? That's hardly a terrifying pastime for--
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Do you like fishing....?
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] Do you like fishing....?
I like to eat fish. Fishing's fun because you can get tasty fish from it.
[So yes, he likes fishing.]
[So yes, he likes fishing.]
[Hm. Awkward.]
Haven't seen you around for a while.
[Possibly because he double-crossed you in his world and you are no more, but details.]
Haven't seen you around for a while.
[Possibly because he double-crossed you in his world and you are no more, but details.]
[Evil master plans are formulating, hold on.]
I might could give you some right now, if....
I might could give you some right now, if....
Indeed. There is more to come now that I am free to roam.
[Ouch, his non-existent heart, Jack!] You just haven't looked in the right places.
Wherever there's fear, there's me.
Wherever there's fear, there's me.
[Aw, come on, he's not even a kid.]
You have fish?
You have fish?
Perhaps. [CLOSE ENOUGH.]
You must do something for me first.
You must do something for me first.
[He's certainly naïve enough.]
Perhaps? You either do or you don't.
You need my help with something? I'll help if I can.
Perhaps? You either do or you don't.
You need my help with something? I'll help if I can.
[Not unless someone else takes over your job, Pitch!]
Uh, right. Yeah. [He smirks, like he's privy to a secret that no one else is, then jumps up on top of his crook, crouching down so that he's around eye-level to Pitch.] I guess I just haven't been scared of anything.
[Pitch might notice a distinct lack of 'Will I ever find out why I was created/will I ever be accepted by the Guardians' fear from Jack. In fact, there doesn't seem to be much fear at all. Or joy, actually.]
Uh, right. Yeah. [He smirks, like he's privy to a secret that no one else is, then jumps up on top of his crook, crouching down so that he's around eye-level to Pitch.] I guess I just haven't been scared of anything.
[Pitch might notice a distinct lack of 'Will I ever find out why I was created/will I ever be accepted by the Guardians' fear from Jack. In fact, there doesn't seem to be much fear at all. Or joy, actually.]
Oh good.
Now just close your eyes.... [He makes the motions with his hands.]
Now just close your eyes.... [He makes the motions with his hands.]
That is none of your concern. [He is kind of sore about this!]
You should be. [This not-so-jovial, not-so-fearful Jack Frost even gives him the creeps!
It's not like Jack at all to be unconcerned with these things, but maybe the boy is just pulling his leg. Yes, that has to be it. But that look in those eyes. He knows that look all to well.] Has Jack Frost finally grown up?
It's not like Jack at all to be unconcerned with these things, but maybe the boy is just pulling his leg. Yes, that has to be it. But that look in those eyes. He knows that look all to well.] Has Jack Frost finally grown up?
[Ianthe looks at him with confused curiosity, but obliges, unsure how closing his eyes could help.
Not a half-second later, they open back up.]
You're not a vampire and going to drink my blood or something, right? Asphodel told me about those. ...I don't think I'd be very tasty.
Not a half-second later, they open back up.]
You're not a vampire and going to drink my blood or something, right? Asphodel told me about those. ...I don't think I'd be very tasty.
Of what? Of you?
[Jack lets out a laugh, which only sounds vaguely like his laughs usually do. It has a mean edge to it.]
You could say that. [He playfully waves his hand, sending a small floating dog made of frost to nip at Pitch, and if it gets at him, it's bite will be freezing and unforgiving. There's not even a flicker from his staff.
He doesn't need it to control his power anymore.] But some things never change.
[Jack lets out a laugh, which only sounds vaguely like his laughs usually do. It has a mean edge to it.]
You could say that. [He playfully waves his hand, sending a small floating dog made of frost to nip at Pitch, and if it gets at him, it's bite will be freezing and unforgiving. There's not even a flicker from his staff.
He doesn't need it to control his power anymore.] But some things never change.
That sounds lovely. How about of fear, however?
[He's practically right in the middle of getting ready to do some fear voodoo, but he freezes immediately.
Nonchalantly:] No, I'm the Boogeyman.
Nonchalantly:] No, I'm the Boogeyman.
Oh, so you like dancing? Then that's what you meant by 'fun,' right?
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