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The Beach, Monday Afternoon

Normally, Jack wasn't the sort to stick around in one place for long. His first class wasn't supposed to be until Wednesday, he'd never really pictured himself going to school in the first place, and just sitting around with nothing to do for a few days on end wasn't generally his idea of a great time. He'd have taken off right after the picnic, as a matter of fact, except that this place intrigued him.

Heck, it had surprised him. He'd had more conversations on Saturday at the picnic than he'd had in the three centuries since the Moon had told him his name and then left him alone to figure out everything else for himself. He liked that. So... maybe he was going to stick around to see what those classes were like, after all. Even if the handful of people that had seen him, the people who believed in him, were all that ever did, that was something worth sticking around for all the same.

He was grinning to himself as he mulled that over, walking along the shoreline and letting the freezing Atlantic water splash up around his bare ankles. Every so often he'd laugh, swinging his staff down through the waves, seeing how many droplets he could freeze before they fell down to the sandy beach. It wouldn't keep him occupied until Wednesday, no, but it wasn't a bad way to spend an afternoon.

[Ooc: I'm home sick and the internet is mostly functional, so open for people who can and can't see Jack all the same!]

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"I would have thought the water would be cold this time of year," Yeul called cheerfully, once she'd wandered down to the same stretch of beach the boy was on.

"Oh, very," Jack called back, turning to give a smile to the blue-haired girl who had called in his direction. Either she could see him - in which case, he liked her already - or she was prone to yelling at empty stretches of beach. Either way, why not answer? He'd spent ages happily babbling at mortals who couldn't hear a word he said, after all. "But that's just how I like it."

And it wasn't like he was going swimming in it. Really, water to his ankles was about as deep as he ever bothered to go. Normally he'd just freeze it and walk on top.

It wouldn't be as much as Emily running into Jack than Jack running into Emily, as the girl was also ankle-deep into the water, staring at the nothingness, arms wrapped around her. She had already stood there for long enough that the water was not an issue, but still, it was pretty cold anyway.

Either way, she was too focused zoning out to either see or not see him. Yet.

Yeul stopped a couple of feet from the water and smiled. "Then that’s what matters, I suppose," she said agreeably. "Are you one of the new students?"

Well, unless she was prone to believing in mythological embodiments of the winter cold, she was probably going to continue not seeing him, hearing him, or being able to touch him at all. If nothing else, that was something that Jack was used to.

He stopped a few feet away from the girl, giving her a thoughtful looking-over before looking down at her feet in the water.

"A fan of the cold, huh?" He smirked a little to himself, and then stepped around her, tapping a finger to his chin. "I could give you a little more of that, if you want."

Oh, she could see him. That was even better, and Jack smiled a little more broadly as that question was so easily answered.

"I am," he replied, and then held his staff out to the side, leaning forward in a sweeping bow. "Jack Frost, at your service. Troublemaker, trickster, and spirit of winter."

More like a fan of the cold, Emily was a fan of the numbness. Yes, it was a weird thing to be a fan of, she knew.

And while she didn't outright believe in such things, Emily had both seen and heard weird stuff already, and she was a firm believer of people being there and talking and doing things people did.

So if anything, Emily felt the air getting even chillier for a moment there, making her shudder lightly.

[ ooc: while I don't think she would really qualify, chances are she could probably see him as "just a guy", or maybe see him partly, or what do I know. Whatever works. ]

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She bobbed a whimsical curtsy back to him; it seemed fitting.

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Yeul, Paddra-Nsu Yeul." Her smile went slightly rueful. "I do not have such a list of titles to share, however."

Though she had a few she would keep to herself for now.

"Okay, not really big on the cold," Jack mused, watching that shiver and crossing his arms over his chest. "Just a crazy girl who likes standing in freezing water in the wintertime, then?"

Said the barefoot winter spirit who was talking to someone who couldn't hear him.

"Works for me."

And then he jumped up out of the water, flew a quick circle around her, and smiled to himself as, just in that small area on the beach, it started to snow.

[ooc: Sorry, that's not how Jack works. Normal people can't see him at all unless they believe in him as Jack Frost. The kid doesn't get any 'just a guy' middle ground. It's a huge part of what makes him tick.]

"Paddra-Nsu Yeul," Jack echoed, mulling on that name for a moment before nodding and standing up straight, giving her a grin. "I like the Yeul part, but maybe I'm biased. It sounds properly wintry, you know?"

Well, maybe she didn't. Yule was a winter festival that was more or less swept aside for Christmas these days, after all.

"You've been here a while, I'm going to guess?"

"What-"

Yeah, snow. Like her personal doom cloud, but...with snow, not rain. "If there's some symbolism in this, I'm really missing it."

That wasn't going to stop her from reaching out to the snow though.

[ ooc: Aw man, then someone else is going to need to introduce her to him. Or something. It's a matter of time before she connects the dots either way. Just, not anytime in this post~ ]

"Symbolism, Crazy Girl?" Jack settled on the beach, taking a seat cross-legged on the sand. "It's snow. It's fun. The big fluffy kind that's good for snowballs, even. You get snowball snow. And that's awesome."

Talking more wasn't going to make anybody more likely to hear you, Jack.

[ooc: He'll be out and about whenever I can get him out, and there are already a good number of people on the island who do believe in him. He'll be one of those weird Fandom Things that more and more people come to accept with time and exposure to the strangeness, I hope, but it's still early yet.]

Edited 2013-01-07 18:00 (UTC)

Crazy Girl was going to slowly step outside the general snowing zone to give it a better look, slowly wading in the chilly water. "How?", muttered as she made sure that indeed, it was snowing just there.

And then Emily did what anyone would've done, really: she looked around, searching for a logical explanation. She didn't have such luck though.

[ ooc: Emily is already following the radio so she'll most likely keep an ear for what it has to say about this. Still, knowing and believing are not the same. She might keep running into him though. ]

Mysterious localized snow! Of course Jack was going to let it continue looking good and impossible. By all rights, he was impossible. That just made messing with the normal people that much more fun. He pulled in a breath, and then gently blew toward the snowflakes that were falling, and the wind obligingly changed direction so that the snow was falling down on Emily once more.

Because it was fun, that's why.

[ooc: Radio's pretty great for that- It'll let people pick and choose if their characters are willing to take a bunch of drunken squirrels at their word. We'll see what happens.]

"A semester," she said lightly, his comments on her name amusing her. "I started in the fall. The first thing I learned about was the Yule holiday." She'd had quite a number of people tell her about her name that first day. "My big sibling sometimes calls me Christmas."

Jack seemed like he might appreciate that.

"My name is spelled differently though; it’s Y-E-U-L."

Oh great, it was following her now. "This is not fun at all," complained Emily as she tried to bat the snowflakes away.

"Is there someone doing this? I would at least like an explanation." She couldn't even attempt to sound annoyed though. I might be a bit fun, after all.

[ ooc: It's like everything is going to challenge Emily's suspension of disbelief! ]

Jack could totally appreciate the Christmas thing. Maybe not as much as North could, but any guy that lived in a workshop at the North Pole and kept company with a bunch of yetis and crazy little elves could probably appreciate a lot of stuff, right?

"Y-E-U-L." Jack mulled that over, and then shrugged and grinned. "Mine's spelled in the usual way, nothing really exciting about that. I mean, probably not too exciting, anyhow. I make it snow and my name is Frost, it's really not a stretch."

"Well, it's really simple," Jack rattled off, watching her, amused, from his seat on the beach. "I'm Jack Frost. I make it snow. I could freeze the water around your ankles, too, but I'm not that mean."

All bets were off if she was using a drinking fountain, though.

The snow, being snow, just did as snow does and continued to fall, the snowflakes melting away as they hit the water.

[ooc: Disbelief is for the boring!]

"Not really," she admitted, "but is that a bad thing? It is descriptive. Mine's rather deceptive."

In this world anyway.

The beach was a place of calm-- at least for Liara, who had found herself a little overwhelmed after exposing herself to such a great crowd that weekend. And so she padded quietly over the beach, alone with her thoughts--

Except.

Was that the ordinary behavior of human seas, that splashing and... no. Human water was quite the same as water anywhere, and there was something...

"Hello?"

"Well, it's pretty easy to connect the dots when it snows at the worst possible moment," Jack noted. "You can't blame anyone but the guy with ice right in the name for a snowstorm, if you're looking for a scapegoat."

Bunnymund.

She blinked.

"Why would you be blamed for that?" Yeul asked, watching the water for a moment. "It is in your nature."

That was probably why he was blamed for it but... she didn't look at it that way.

Jack stopped his splashing abruptly at the voice from behind him, turning around to face the owner of that voice with a blink and a tilt of his head.

Well, she wasn't quite like anybody he'd ever seen before, was she? And she didn't seem to be able to see him the same way that a few other people around here could, but she was observant enough to guess that someone, rather than something was making the waves splash up like that.

"Hey," he said, giving her a wave all the same. Why not, right? "Good day for a walk, huh?"

He paused for a moment, and then gave the water another splash with his staff, accentuating those words with something that even the skeptics of the world could see.

Emily would take notes on that, only that no, not really.

"So it snows spontaneously, good to know." She didn't see anyone making it snow, so it couldn't possibly be someone, right? Unless it was someone invisible. There could be someone invisible, but then again, she would be able to notice someone even if she couldn't see it.

Kicking up some water, Emily spun around. "So, is that it?"

Liara frowned. There was definitely something there, in the corner of her field of vision... she turned her head towards it, and suddenly there it was - a snippet of sound, a flash of white hair.

Unthinking, she called, "Do I know you?"

Somehow she felt like she did. Or... maybe she was imagining things again.

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