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Post by xathira on Feb 13, 2013 21:07:47 GMT -5
Jack was really starting to enjoy the perks of being a real Guardian. For instance, not only was he allowed in North’s amazing workshop—he got invited on a regular basis! No more running awkwardly into Phil or trying to figure out the plethora of magical locks that littered every entrance of the miniature city. No more looking forlornly into windows and wishing he could play with every single new gadget he saw. Nope: now the happy-go-lucky spirit could waltz in whenever he pleased, and North (and sometimes even the yetis) was more than glad to see him. It totally rocked. The only thing better than being allowed in Santoff Claussen? Getting to actually use some of the awesome spells North kept stored in one of his fabulous libraries . . . especially the snow globe portals. The one Jack currently held cupped in one cold palm glowed faintly in the early morning sunlight. He tossed it from hand to hand while he sat astride his staff hundreds of feet up in the sky. Below him, a town whose name he couldn’t remember began twinkling as people woke up and turned on their lights. Soon a whole mass of children would hear on the radio that school was canceled because a certain white-haired Guardian had graced the streets with a foot of snow. All was peaceful. Calm. Serene. Jack caught the portal ball and shined it against the fabric of his hoodie. Oh yeah. Perfect day to infiltrate the Warren. “Bunny’s place!” shouted Jack. He hurled the snow globe into the clouds and watched it explode into a swirling vortex of color. Then, with a wild laugh, the eternal teenager flung himself through it— And blasted into time and space until he appeared directly in the heart of the Easter Bunny’s home base. Jack had to bite his tongue to stop a torrent of giggles from giving him away. He soared over the Warren’s quiet landscape of rolling emerald hills and vivid wildflowers—spreading a silver trail of frost as he went—and shot toward the cave that served as Bunnymund’s home. Once at the entrance, Jack hovered over the grass and peered inside. “Hey Kangaroooooo!” he called wickedly. A hollow clanging resounded in the den’s depths when Jack tapped his staff against the stone. No answer. Jack didn’t expect one: Bunny had made it very clear during the last Guardian meeting that he’d be out for the next couple of days . . . leaving the Warren unguarded. Nevertheless, Jack still pretended to ask permission for the chaos he was about to reign in this world of springtime. “You don’t mind if I uh, do some decorating, right? Awesome! I knew you’d be cool with it!”Cackling, Jack back-flipped and zipped up high. He twirled his staff over his head, shooting jets of ice all over the place, coating flowers and moss and rocks until a large part of Bunnymund’s warren glittered with frost. This was the PERFECT prank! Jack gleefully imagined the grey pooka’s face once he returned, his warm bachelor pad a winter wonderland. “Let it snow, let it snow, let it SNOWWWW!!!”
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Post by Lucky Cloverfield on Feb 14, 2013 0:56:31 GMT -5
Lucky walked in the warren. Bunny had charged her with the duty Of watching over his warren while he was away. Not suprised that she saw Jack freezing the place, she giggled. "Bunny's gonna have yer head if ye keep that up." She then walks over and inspects the handy work of the winter spirit, managing to freeze over a pool of blue paint. "Seriously though, lad, you could get us both into trouble." Since she and bunny were on good terms, Lucky felt honored that he trusted her enough to look after his home. If he sees this mess, no doubt he'd be dissapointed in her.
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Post by plokool on Feb 14, 2013 6:47:44 GMT -5
Blathnaid was just returning from the coast of Ireland after reviving spring on the mighty green hills. She had been traveling for several days and was anxious to be back in Bunny's Warren-she needed the break. The Guardian-to-be suddenly saw a blast of wintery snow from below, nearly hitting her in the face, "WHAT IN THE BLARNEY?!" Glancing down, she saw the mischievous winter spirit "decorating" the Warren, a hint of annoyance written on her face. With a huff she allowed the wind to carry her down, pulling out her arrow set as she took aim at the teenager. Granted she had never personally met Jack Frost or Lucky; but when it came to messing with the Warren she would have none of it. With a twinge of the bow, the arrow took off like a shot, narrowing nicking the top of his white hair as it planted itself to the ground Blathnaid landed on the rock with ease as she pulled out another arrow, her gaze narrowed as she spouted, "Ye best have a good explanation why yer freezing Bunny's Warren, or ya foot will be next ya Frosty fairy!"
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Post by xathira on Feb 14, 2013 20:33:26 GMT -5
Jack had just finished somersaulting through the air (shooting a wide arc of ice as he went) when the bright sound of a feminine giggle stopped him in his tracks. He halted—still upside down—and saw a slim young lady dressed in the garb of the Little People walking through his new winter wonderland. She paused by a set of frozen-solid paint (definitely a work of art) before giggling up at him. Man, she had a cute laugh. Jack casually flipped himself into upright position and stood on his staff as if he were balancing on a snowboard—but he didn’t apologize for his shenanigans. “Hey there, Lady Luck,” the snow sprite called down cheerfully. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here. Bunny didn’t force you to babysit his house, did he?”Jack didn’t know Lucky Cloverfield personally; Bunnymund couldn’t say enough about her, but the Guardian of Fun had never had the pleasure to meet her face-to-face. Oh well—there was a first time for everything, right? He drifted down a little ways so he could hover just over Lucky’s brunette head. Another impish chuckle escaped his lips as his wide blue eyes drank in the frost shimmering over the Warren’s once warm carpet of grass and blossoms. “It’ll melt,” Jack reasoned persuasively. “I’d hate for you to get into trouble on my account—I just didn’t think the Kangaroo had anybody watching his place.”The eternal teenager was just about to say something else suave and witty when an explosive cry of “WHAT IN THE BLARNEY?” ruptured his eardrums. He whirled about just in time for an arrow to whistle so close to his scalp that he felt a breeze. “WHOA,” Jack blurted. He darted in front of Lucky to protect her from whatever insane person was attacking them with arrows and held his staff out in front of him like a sword. Except, the guy shooting projectiles wasn’t an enemy . . . in fact, it wasn’t even a guy. “Sunny?” asked Jack. That was his special little nickname for the bringer of Springtime, since he could never remember her actual name. The two had been bitter rivals for centuries; however, due to their different schedules, they hardly ever actually saw one another. Despite the sweet flowers braided in her soft hair, the Guardian of Spring looked absolutely fearsome. “Wha-what are you doing here?”
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Post by Lucky Cloverfield on Feb 14, 2013 21:41:28 GMT -5
Lucky crossed her arms over her chest. "Nice try, Jack. Your sweet talkin' won't sway this lass. And no, he didn't forced me to watch the warren, I was obliged to." She looks at the winter spirit with seriousness. "I know it will melt, but Bunny wouldn't appreciate it if he comes home to the warren floo-" She was cut off when Jack pulled her away from the arrow's direction. Lucky looke in the direction of the archer and grinned. "Blathnaid! Be careful of yer aim, lass, nearly hit me." She hadn't really met the spirit despite her constant visits to the warren, but she had heard great things about her.
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Post by plokool on Feb 15, 2013 6:11:59 GMT -5
Blathnaid placed her arrow back in its case, floating off the rock as she landed in front of Lucky, "Sorry, I wasn't trying to hit ye at all-" Her gaze harden at the Winter spirit as her small frame leaned closer to him, her finger poking his chest, "And ta' answer yer question Frost fairy, I LIVE here. I just came back from the old country bringing spring there." A small egg bumped against her leg, shivering from the snow that Jack had brought into the Warren. The guardian-to-be gently picked up the egg as she cradled it against her chest, her harden gaze returning to young Guardian, "Bunnymund left me in charge to guard the Warren until he returns, while I'm tending to my duties as well. Now I'll ask ye one more time, what are ye doing here freezing up the Warren?"
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Post by xathira on Feb 15, 2013 19:26:11 GMT -5
Jack peered over his shoulder and grinned sheepishly at Lucky—apparently it would be impossible to convince her how awesome his redecorating was—before letting out a little yelp when Sunny viciously prodded his chest. “You LIVE here?” he asked incredulously. “Bunny conveniently left out that little detail . . .” His confused blue eyes slid back to the Guardian of Good Luck, wondering if she had known this fact as well and hadn’t bothered to tell him. Since when did the Kangaroo have a roommate? Was this like, a recent thing, or had Sunny always been here? Oh well—Jack was NOT about to ask the seething mad fairy. A teensy-tiny shred of guilt bloomed in Jack’s chest when he saw one of Bunnymund’s eggs trot shivering up to Sunny, frost all over its smooth shell. One hand reached up to scratch awkwardly at the back of his neck. Whoops. The winter spirit had kinda forgotten about all the “goggies” that Bunny kept frolicking around his Warren. In no time, the spring lady had warmed the egg up in her hands. Then she let drop another shocking discovery. “Wait, wait, wait—so BOTH of you are supposed to be guarding this place? How is that even fair?” Jack hopped up into the air so he could glare at both Lucky and Sunny accusingly, as if they had conspired against him. That was SO LUCK Bunnymund: saying he was leaving for a while and then placing his SUPPOSEDLY unguarded Warren in the hands of two creatures that belonged to springtime. Great. Just great. The teenager was still avoiding Sunny’s question about him being in the Warren in the first place. He drifted up a little higher, clinging to his staff like it was the last thing in the world that made any sense. An exaggerated sigh dragged out of his mouth. “I shoulda known it was too good to be true. Why can’t the Kangaroo trust me, just once? How could he have known that I was going to sprinkle a little frost? What if I had changed my mind on the way here, huh?” Suddenly, a wicked grin lit up his face. He sniggered down at Sunny and flicked a large snowflake off his thumb as if he were passing her a quarter; it landed directly on her scrunched up nose. “Aw, come on Sunny, don’t look at me like that! Have a little fun!”
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Post by plokool on Feb 15, 2013 21:22:38 GMT -5
Her right eye twitched in frustration, still feeling the cold tingle of the snowflake on her nose. Gripping her flute she placed it an inch from her lips as she spouted, "Ye want some FUN? I'll show ye FUN.." Placing the instrument to her lips, she began to play a soft tune, the notes echoing in the air. In seconds vines shot up from the ground, snagging the winter spirit by his arms and pulling him to the ground. Blathnaid crossed her arms in front of her chest as she spoke, "If ye must know, he took me under his wing as his pupil, to train me to become a Guardian like you. Once Aster finds out what ye did to the Warren-" Her hand quickly flown to her mouth in shock-she never in her entire life spoke Bunnymund's full name. She was the only one that called him Aster, and realizing that she revealed his full name made her face turn pink
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Post by xathira on Feb 15, 2013 21:53:40 GMT -5
Jack playfully rolled his eyes at the first few sweet notes that drifted from Sunny’s flute. “Ohhh, scary Sunny, what are you going to do? Play me a lulla—HEY!” Vines as thick as his arm and stronger than a yeti punched from the frozen earth and twisted around his skinny biceps like pythons. Then they squeezed tight and slammed him into the ground so hard Jack saw stars. A stunned breath wheezed from his lungs. Even though the vines began to glitter with ice where they wrapped around the boy’s helpless limbs, they gave no sign of weakening. Jack was trapped. Puzzled and vaguely scared, Jack glanced at Lucky for support. But then Sunny called Bunny “Aster” and the winter sprite thought he would DIE of laughter. “ASTER? You call him ASTER?” Gales of hysterical laughter chimed from Jack’s smiling mouth. He could hardly believe his ears. Since his arms were pinned to the grass, only his legs were free to flail and kick like mad while he guffawed. Sunny’s pretty pink face only made things more funny. Icy tears trailed down Jack’s joyous face. “That is even BETTER than ‘Kangaroo.’ Psh. Aster. That’s awesome.”Eventually, giggles died away. His mind rewound and Jack suddenly realized what Sunny had said. So….she was Bunny’s protégé? He had taken her under his wing? What the hell? What made Sunny so freaking special? Just because she could make a bunch of flowers appear out of the ground with a stupid flute…..Jack had to wait three CENTURIES to even have one of the Guardians nod in his direction. Bitterness climbed up Jack’s throat, yet he kept his face mischievous as usual. He lifted an eyebrow. “Did you know that, Lucky? Bunny’s got himself a FANCY first name!”
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Post by plokool on Feb 15, 2013 22:58:59 GMT -5
Blathnaid felt the heat rise in her face from embarrassment-how dare he make fun of Bunny?! She placed the flute to her lips once more, playing the notes with ease as another set of vines wrapped around his legs and then his mouth. Placing the item back on her hip, she let out a frustrated sigh as she leaned against one of the rocks, "Listen and listen well frost fairy, if yer going to be hanging around here, ya gotta stop freezing the Warren and abide by the rules here." She picked up another half-frozen egg as she cradled it against her chest, smiling gently as it buried itself into the tunic, "Besides, I'm sure Aster would appreciate the fact that the Warren was snow free-but that it was protected by the newest Guardian as well." The mere thought of the Pooka made her heart skip a beat; she wanted to express her true feelings to him but wanted the timing to be right. She returned her attention back to Jack as she placed the egg on the ground, pulling out her disc blade as she asked, "So do we have a deal?"
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Post by Lucky Cloverfield on Feb 15, 2013 23:04:25 GMT -5
Lucky shook her head helplessly at Jack, "Is minic a gheibhean beal oscailt diog dunta, an open mouth often catches a closed fist." Walking over to the winter spirit, she hacked away at the vines with her shillelagh. She then tilts her head in thought. "Aye, I knew that Bunnymund was training with lady spring, and I come 'ere often enough to know she lives here. But I didn't know she was also charged with watching the warren in his absence." After pondering, the leprechaun concluded, "Perhaps he thought that two would be better than one, strength in numbers and all that." Lucky looked at Blathnaid curiously as to her reaction to calling Bunny by his full name. Then over to Jack, rolling her eyes. "Aye lad, E. Aster Bunnymund, duh! I don't see anything wrong with a name. After all, I could start calling ye Jackie and it would be of no difference to who ye are." She then nods at Blathnaid, "She's right lad, no rival pranks around these parts. A home is like yer castle after all."
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Post by zephy on Feb 15, 2013 23:26:14 GMT -5
Eros threw the magical snow globe into the air. In an instant, it exploded into a burst of vibrant multi-colored lights. Well, I guess it's better than flying, she thought to herself grimly. She stared at the rainbow portal in front of her until Jack's playful words echoed in her mind, "Remember to say where exactly you want to go in order for you to transport there!" Eros sighed and placed one hand on her hip. "Um, Bunny's Warren..?" Suddenly, an image of a bright and flowery landscape appeared in the portal. Eros hesitated for a moment and jumped through, "This better be worth it Frost!" She yelled. In just seconds, Eros landed in the middle of the most beautiful land she had ever set eyes on. "Woah," was the only thing her overwhelmed mind could muster. But after shaking her head a few times and brushing herself off, she set off to find her sprite-like friend who had been the one to invite her in the first place. After wandering around in a daze, her ears suddenly picked up the sound of two voices. Or maybe three! She hurried over to the sound, but misplacing her foot, stumbled down a large hill and crashed right in front of Jack, who was strangely tied to the ground with vines. "Uh, hi. I'm here... what's going on?"
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Post by xathira on Feb 15, 2013 23:54:16 GMT -5
Jack nearly choked to death as fresh new vines twirled from the dirt around him and slithered over his mouth. His bare feet kicked rebelliously in the air—but then MORE vines wrapped around his legs and held him down! This was truly an annoying little talent the Guardian of Springtime possessed. Not nearly as fun as his snow days . . . Irritated azure eyes glared up at Sunny while she picked up another shivering egg and cradled it close. (Seriously: those eggs were starting to creep Jack out.) Sunny started dithering on and on about listening to the rules, pleasing Bunnymund, blah blah blah. BOR-ING. What was her deal with Bunny, anyway? The way she said his name, it was like she thought he walked on water. Another sensation of anger simmered in Jack’s chest but he stubbornly ignored it; he tried to focus instead on freezing the vines so that they’d crack and hopefully set him free. Only the dry rasp of metal as Sunny took out her blade distracted the concentrated spirit. He gave her a scathing are you kidding me look. She didn’t honestly expect him to answer with his mouth still covered by plants, right? Thankfully, Lucky came to the eternal teen’s rescue. He smiled gratefully up at her as her trusty shillelagh sliced his bonds to pieces. Sitting up, Jack began to rub the feeling back into his wrists. “That’s a neat saying, never heard it before,” the sprite answered cheekily. “Have you two ever heard the one about ‘all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’?” Before any of the ladies could damage him (with either a weapon or more plants) Jack snatched his staff from where it had fallen on the ground. He tapped it lightly against the earth—sending a tiny path of frost right under Sunny’s feet—and then leaned against it casually. “I knew about Bunny’s full name—I just never bothered to use it. Too frilly for me. And if you decided to call me ‘Jackie,’ Lady Luck, I’d be the last person to tell you to stop.” He winked at her, trying to turn the charm onto maximum power. It hadn’t worked five minutes ago, but the white-haired lad might as well make an attempt! “If you lovely women are THAT against me refurbishing Kangaroo’s pad, I’ll clean up. Honest. Wouldn’t want to ruin a budding friendship.” Jack made sure to look pointedly at Sunny when he said “budding,” wanting her to get his awful joke. Get it? Budding? Springtime? He was HILAROUS! Just then, a slender shape caught Jack’s eye. Who could it be but his new pal Eros tumbling in like a drunken kitten. Jack chuckled and quickly reached out his staff to help the clumsy cupid up. He wouldn’t go as far as to say that he and the spirit of Love were besties, but over the past few weeks they had gotten to know each other pretty well. He had invited her to come wreak havoc at the Warren as soon as he learned Bunny was taking a vacation. “I got busted,” Jack explained. “Big time.”
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Post by plokool on Feb 16, 2013 9:40:57 GMT -5
Blathnaid slipped on the patch of ice that Jack created, but kept her balance nonetheless. The moment he said "budding friendship", her face turned bright pink. The sudden sound of Eros tumbling through the portal caught her attention, a slight smile gracing her lips, "Ye best watch yer step with those things lass" Turning her attention back to the winter spirit she replied after he had spoken, "And he's going to help clean up his mess here before Bunny returns" She leaned against one of the sentinel eggs as she began to oil her bow, raising a brow as she continued, "I'll be keeping mi eye on ye frost fairy..."
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Post by Lucky Cloverfield on Feb 16, 2013 10:18:43 GMT -5
Lucky chuckled at Jack's attempt to sway her again, when will the frost sprite learn? She jumped back when Eros came tumbling down to them. So this was the love spirit, not what she expected her to be, then again perhaps a lot of people would have the same thought. "Dia duit Eros." An egg bumped against her leg and she smiled as she picked it up, taking care not to crush the fragile little helper.
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