4th ♫ | a cold wind that gets in your bones

[unit31]

LABRYS ☆ CALL ME OUT POST

A perma open RP/call me out post for Labrys!

This is a post for any and every version of Labrys I've played, so you're free to ask for any established CR or AUs - or just go with straight canon! If you don't voice a particular preference, I'll default to either whatever gameverse we were in together, or canon.

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84 years later, here i am

[nippy]

[ today is boring. nothing seems to be going right; Jack brings in a great snow day, and there's no one around to play yet. it's too early in Russia, too late in America, so he decided to try Japan - but it's mid-morning, and the kids are all in school. he's been trying to make fun for the adults on the streets, and it's not working! what, they can't take a break from their busy lives and play along with him for five minutes? can't throw a couple of snowballs, or at least laugh when the person in front of them slips on an icy sidewalk? it's not like he's asking for belief, just something, anything to make him feel less like a shade. someone to notice his efforts, even if they won't even notice him.

well. maybe he's just having a bad day. racking up 300 years of days means some of them are bound to turn out sour, even for Jack Frost.

but he's not taking this one very well, and eventually, he gets so frustrated with how dull and gloomy outside is that he turns his sights inside. it's not a chance to be seen or heard. right now, he just wants to have some impact on the rest of the world, on as little as one person, so he can pretend for a little while. luckily for him, it doesn't take long to find a building with an open window - and a room with a girl inside, right in the line of fire.

he grabs a handful of snow off the ground outside the building, packs it into a perfect snowball, lets the wind lift him off the ground to a level where he can get a good, straight shot—

—and he throws the snowball through the open window, right at Labrys' head. ]

replies 100 years later

[unit31]

[ labrys isn't exactly sure she likes winter. the cold isn't unpleasant and the snow is definitely pretty to look at, but everything's damp and slippy and trying to find her footing is an exercise in futility most times she attempts it. aigis seems to find it easy as pie but it's. not exactly labrys' bag

so staying inside like a sadsack it is, mournfully flipping through the channels on tv and trying to find something to watch --

-- until a snowball blats right into the side of her head and she goes flying to her feet in surprise, spluttering in shock. ]

H--hey, what--

[ she turns to the open window, assuming that some kid had made a bum shot but when she sees the actual culprit standing right there, she scrambles over to the window, evidently fuming. ]

What's the big idea, ya jerk?! Ain't you got buddies to throw snowballs at?!

[nippy]

[ Jack is lined up and ready with another snowball, waiting for the moment when she sticks her head out the window to look for whoever hit her, he's going to get her right in the face and it might even be funny enough to make this terrible day feel a little better. it's all going exactly as planned when she comes over. she even looks right in his direction, the shot will be perfect—

except she looks at him and she... talks. she shouts, like she can actually see someone standing there. like she can see him. which is impossible. it's impossible, there's no way, she's not even a kid! he's being stupid and desperate. she was just yelling outside in case the culprit is still hanging around; she won't hear him when he speaks, she can't actually see him, she would walk right through him just like everyone else, but what if, what if, what if.

is it worth the risk of making a bad day even worse? (could he ever really ignore that tiny spark of hope?) ]

Wait, are you— [ he tugs his hood down slowly, having dropped the snowball long ago. ] Are you... talking to me?

[unit31]

[ she splutters again, even more indignantly this time and plants hands on the windowframe, the better to lean out and berate him. ]

Of course I'm talkin' to you! You're the only one around here, slinkin' around and throwin' snowballs at strangers! Unless the invisible man's got a pretty dumb sense of humor!

[ completely missing the irony of her words, she continues scowling at him as she scrubs at her face, trying to get off the snow still stubbornly clinging on and soaking into her hair. ]

So what's the big idea? Or are you gonna keep standin' there like a doofus while I come out and ask ya face to face?

[nippy]

[ every time he's been mistakenly hopeful in the past, it had been a short-lived thing; someone that seemed to make eye contact with him, that just happened to say something with such timing that he could think they were responding to him. over the years, the bright flare he had felt when he thought a child had seen him had been smothered, barely anything more these days than an uptick in his heartrate. a blazing fire of hope just couldn't sustain itself after being extinguished so many times. it hurt less if he didn't have as far to fall.

but this isn't a mistake. this isn't a mistake, she keeps responding and looking right at him, it can't be a mistake (and if it is then he's going to hide himself away in a cave for a week and somebody is going to get one hell of a blizzard) and that spark of hope catches aflame, roars inside of his chest, alive and burning, so old that it feels new all over again—

Jack closes the gap to her in the most unnecessary way possible: the wind tosses him high up into the air and then drops him, leaving him to glide down and land right in front of the window. the landing is light and silent as if he weighs nothing at all, and he bounces on the balls of his feet like a child, bubbling with glee and excitement. ]

You're talking to me! You're talking to me, and you actually— you see me! [ his laughter is a little bit hysterical. ] Oh, man. What is happening here? How is this even possible? I mean - a teenager? Not even St. North can bag those! And why here, why now? I've never...

[ he had drifted off into some conversation with himself, a habit too old to ever shake, but his attention snaps back to Labrys. ]

Do you... even know who I am?

[ it's not said with any sort of arrogance. if anything, he seems... nervous. ]

[unit31]

[ she dances a few steps back from the window in surprise, and her confusion is written all over her face -- she even lets out a yelp which isn't exactly the most dignified response. but, really, how else is she expected to react to this?

she stammers out a response without really putting any thought into the words coming out of her mouth and it, understandably, ends up a bit less put together than she would've liked ]

Of course I-- you-- you're right there! You're right in front a' me! What, didya think ya just blended into the snow or somethin'?!

Wh--who the heck are you s'pposed to be, anyway?!

[nippy]

[ something stutters in his heart. the flame dies out, just a little. she isn't a believer. oh, being seen is more incredible than he could ever express, precious and wonderful, he feels absolutely dizzy with how happy he is right now, and at the same time he is so scared of losing it that the Boogeyman can probably feel it on the other side of the world—

and yet. and yet, there is a hollowness in it. a hole that he has been desperately trying to fill, and he knows, knows clearer than he has ever known anything, that this is not enough for it. the loneliness can be soothed by company. but the very core of what he is longs for the pure, unquestioning belief of a child.

that is not for now. at the moment, all he has to do is seize this chance before it can get away from him. ]

Jack Frost! My name is Jack Frost - do you know the song? Ah, it's more of a thing over in the West, I guess... I'm like a winter spirit? I don't really get it myself.

[ he shrugs and refocuses, wringing his hands around his wooden staff. how can he explain this? kids don't need an explanation, they just believe in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny. for them, he would only need to say Jack Frost is real. but now he has to explain... what he is, and how he works. those are things he doesn't even know himself. ]

Listen, the deal is: you shouldn't be able to see me. People don't see me! Not unless they believe in me, at least, and I don't have any believers yet, but I'm working on that, I swear. And yet— here you are! Seeing me! A teenager who doesn't even know who I am! How are you doing that?

[unit31]

Oh... oh!

[ and suddenly her expression brightens a little with understanding and she nods. She doesn't know exactly what he's talking about, but she understands enough about spirits and yokai and otherworldly beings that she understands instantly what he's trying to convey. ]

Like, a yuki-onna! Somethin' like that! But, man, I always figured yuki-onna were just... girls. S'right there in the name, y'know? But you definitely ain't a girl...

[ she leans out the window even more, straining to get a better look at him. he doesn't look what she'd imagine a winter spirit to be. she would've thought chiseled features, a haughty expression but... he just looks like a kid. her age, maybe a little older or younger. ]

I ain't doin' anythin', though! I'm just... lookin' at ya. I mean, you're right there! What else am I gonna see?