The weather around the rift is intense, unseasonably powerful, fat hailstones dropping violently out of the clouds in the area and harrying the things crawling out... but curiously, only in the area. Everywhere else, though the wind is sharp and cold, it is simply snowing. Once any anchor bearers come in close enough to do the work of dispatching the demons that poured out of that green rip in the air, the suspicious storm lets up, and that (almost) seems like that.
But before the rift can be fully sealed, another person appears in the field — or was he always there? — a young man that is tall but whip thin, with bright white hair despite the fact that he appears quite young. His clothing looks terribly old and threadbare and wears no shoes, without heed for the fact that his toes are buried directly in snow, and there is a shepherd's staff covered in faintly glowing frost tucked into the crook of one elbow so that his hands are freed up to be gaped at.
In the center of one palm is a strip of glowing green light.
A bit absently, like he isn't talking to anyone but himself even though there are now people nearby: "What is this?"
gallows courtyard
Whoever tried to rope Jack into doing real, actual work clearly had never met him before, because after the initial shock of being handed a broom (the same surprise he regards anyone who addresses him directly with, for at least the first couple seconds), Jack has proceeded to do exactly zero cleaning up.
Instead, he keeps sweeping the frost around while keeping an eye on whoever got suckered into working alongside him, surreptitiously dropping the tip of his long, spindly shepherd's staff down to tap the ground whenever they get too close to sweeping up anything substantial, freezing the bit of whatever there to the cobblestones beneath it. When confronted he just grins brightly, spreading his hands in a very innocent totally clueless shrug. Weird, right?
"Hey, let's take a break." Absolutely nothing has been accomplished here. Minor details. "Want to do something more fun?"
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[Does your character really need cheering up? To have some fun, even against their better judgment? Leave me one of those "come bother me!" starters and Jack will fix them right up or your money back!]
Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) | NATIVE-AU | hello hi he is a spirit of fun
But before the rift can be fully sealed, another person appears in the field — or was he always there? — a young man that is tall but whip thin, with bright white hair despite the fact that he appears quite young. His clothing looks terribly old and threadbare and wears no shoes, without heed for the fact that his toes are buried directly in snow, and there is a shepherd's staff covered in faintly glowing frost tucked into the crook of one elbow so that his hands are freed up to be gaped at.
In the center of one palm is a strip of glowing green light.
A bit absently, like he isn't talking to anyone but himself even though there are now people nearby: "What is this?"
Instead, he keeps sweeping the frost around while keeping an eye on whoever got suckered into working alongside him, surreptitiously dropping the tip of his long, spindly shepherd's staff down to tap the ground whenever they get too close to sweeping up anything substantial, freezing the bit of whatever there to the cobblestones beneath it. When confronted he just grins brightly, spreading his hands in a very innocent totally clueless shrug. Weird, right?
"Hey, let's take a break." Absolutely nothing has been accomplished here. Minor details. "Want to do something more fun?"