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bravenewworld2015-09-05 05:14 pm
nippy) wrote in bravenewworld2015-09-05 05:14 pm
ACTION/VIDEO.
( ACTION - FOR DANNY. )
[ Jack has been feeling strange lately, unsettled and off-balance, like he doesn't quite fit inside of his own skin anymore. he's been dealing with the drawbacks of his Homunculus nature for more than long enough to know that's a bad sign, so he decided to seclude himself inside of his home for a while just in case. it drives him stir-crazy, but it's better that than exploding into a ball of ice spikes in the middle of the street.
this particular day feels worse than any of the others so far, though. the cold that usually sits in a tidy ball inside of him is overwhelming; it feels like he can't even breathe (all he can think of is waking up strapped to a table, too little air, every nerve in his body searing with pain) and every exhale is mist and frost. it just makes him angry, suffocated, swallowed by this stupid thing, the stupid inescapable thing that he is. like he's caged, or trapped. the table. gasping, scared, Jack Frost—
sitting inside is too much to deal with all of a sudden, just making him feel even more claustrophobic and restless - the streets are still too much of a risk for him to take, so he slips outside and climbs onto a rooftop to sit there instead. space without having to put anyone else in danger. it also gives him more options for things to do, and he starts firing chips of ice across the rooftops as target practice, keeping his hands busy. that's all it is at first, anyway. the longer he thinks, the more it becomes an outlet for his frustration, spiralling down into rage, and he throws spikes instead. he doesn't remember when he got to his feet but it doesn't matter anymore, not when that messy tangle of cold and anger is surging up again.
the first sign that something is wrong - really wrong, not just the usual baseline Homunculus-wrong - is when, instead of ice, a great bolt of frost cracks through the air like lightning.
after that, everything happens so fast. Jack falls. he tips over the edge of the rooftop and then he's on the ground and heaving, sucking down air that he can't feel, clawing at his chest like he could tear his way inside. he winds up his knees, doubled over himself; it was what he'd always done on his own when the cold was too much, curled into a ball and tried to press it all back inside, but right now he does it because it hurts so much. the cold is searing and wild and all-consuming, a wintry blaze. the hollow space he carries becomes a hungry, ruinous cavern that opens up inside of his ribcage and sucks everything else right out of him. in that moment of panic and frenzy, Jack genuinely fears that he is being eaten alive.
he can barely lift his head to check the state of his surroundings (an alleyway, thank the gods, he fell into an alleyway) and honestly, he doesn't need to. even if he couldn't hear the crackle of frost crawling across the floor and the high-pitched splintering of ice spikes bursting forth around him, he would know. it may not be by his will, but the power is still being dragged out of him, he can feel every inch of it.
and it doesn't feel like it's going to stop. he doesn't even feel like a person anymore, just a fragile bundle of bones and too-tight skin, everything about him is wrong wrong wrong. whatever tenuous Mage-sewn thread holds him together seems like it's finally going to snap. ]
Go, [ he gasps out to his Pokémon, and they do, because they had promised him.
most of them linger around near the dead end alleyway to fret, to keep people away from the destruction, but Baby wastes no time in shooting off with a purpose firmly in her mind. Danny. Danny has calmed Jack before and he can be trusted, Jack trusts him. even if he can't help, surely he can do more than any of the rest of them can alone, because she doesn't know what's happening but Jack needs something.
it doesn't take long to find his house, and she flies straight for a window. ]
( VIDEO. )
[ Jack looks... tired, sitting on the floor of his room. and he's almost blue in certain places, around the eyes and mouth - not like an ordinary person in need of warming up, but like a corpse that's been left out in the cold for a good long while. that isn't the only difference; usually in video messages, he's curled up somewhere with his Pokémon draped all over him. for once, the majority of them are nowhere in sight, except for a Sneasel plastered against his front and a Froslass tucked into his side. ]
Soooo. First things first, I'm heading off to Sanctuary with Lux for a while. I'm gonna check up on the Homunculi there, if anyone else actually cares. [ that is definitely a bitter jab there. he's not at all happy about how the negotiations turned out after everyone made all those reassurances. ] Oh, I evolved just recently, that's another thing. If you noticed it get about ten degrees colder for a minute the other day, yeah, that was me. Kind of a weird experience, to be honest, and definitely not one I personally would choose to repeat! It might have been nice to get a warning about it? You know, just, a common courtesy, "by the way, if you haven't evolved before, you should know that it might feel like you're dying at first. But don't worry about it!"
[ evolution does not make his Homunculus body more stable, and because every part of him was completely unequipped to deal with the change, it was an awful shift that he's still adjusting to. he doesn't yet realise this isn't the normal experience that everyone has. ]
But on a slightly more pressing note, uh... Does anyone have a problem with not being able to touch things? Or people, or Pokémon - and I mean, ever. Because— this?
[ he picks up his familiar shepherd's staff, and immediately, thick frost begins spreading across the wood. the exasperated expression on Jack's face may be telling of the fact that he is not deliberately making this happen. ]
This is kind of a problem. [ a Growlithe comes shuffling into view to nose at Jack, and Jack gently pushes it back with his staff, laughing. ] No, idiot, I keep telling you! You're gonna get frostbite if you cuddle up to me now, you know. That's, actually, general warning for everyone — uh, don't touch me anymore! Unless you do want frostbite, in which case, hey, happy to oblige.
[ it doesn't seem like he's particularly upset about this, eyes still bright and cheerful, but his smile is somewhat tense. ]
[ Jack has been feeling strange lately, unsettled and off-balance, like he doesn't quite fit inside of his own skin anymore. he's been dealing with the drawbacks of his Homunculus nature for more than long enough to know that's a bad sign, so he decided to seclude himself inside of his home for a while just in case. it drives him stir-crazy, but it's better that than exploding into a ball of ice spikes in the middle of the street.
this particular day feels worse than any of the others so far, though. the cold that usually sits in a tidy ball inside of him is overwhelming; it feels like he can't even breathe (all he can think of is waking up strapped to a table, too little air, every nerve in his body searing with pain) and every exhale is mist and frost. it just makes him angry, suffocated, swallowed by this stupid thing, the stupid inescapable thing that he is. like he's caged, or trapped. the table. gasping, scared, Jack Frost—
sitting inside is too much to deal with all of a sudden, just making him feel even more claustrophobic and restless - the streets are still too much of a risk for him to take, so he slips outside and climbs onto a rooftop to sit there instead. space without having to put anyone else in danger. it also gives him more options for things to do, and he starts firing chips of ice across the rooftops as target practice, keeping his hands busy. that's all it is at first, anyway. the longer he thinks, the more it becomes an outlet for his frustration, spiralling down into rage, and he throws spikes instead. he doesn't remember when he got to his feet but it doesn't matter anymore, not when that messy tangle of cold and anger is surging up again.
the first sign that something is wrong - really wrong, not just the usual baseline Homunculus-wrong - is when, instead of ice, a great bolt of frost cracks through the air like lightning.
after that, everything happens so fast. Jack falls. he tips over the edge of the rooftop and then he's on the ground and heaving, sucking down air that he can't feel, clawing at his chest like he could tear his way inside. he winds up his knees, doubled over himself; it was what he'd always done on his own when the cold was too much, curled into a ball and tried to press it all back inside, but right now he does it because it hurts so much. the cold is searing and wild and all-consuming, a wintry blaze. the hollow space he carries becomes a hungry, ruinous cavern that opens up inside of his ribcage and sucks everything else right out of him. in that moment of panic and frenzy, Jack genuinely fears that he is being eaten alive.
he can barely lift his head to check the state of his surroundings (an alleyway, thank the gods, he fell into an alleyway) and honestly, he doesn't need to. even if he couldn't hear the crackle of frost crawling across the floor and the high-pitched splintering of ice spikes bursting forth around him, he would know. it may not be by his will, but the power is still being dragged out of him, he can feel every inch of it.
and it doesn't feel like it's going to stop. he doesn't even feel like a person anymore, just a fragile bundle of bones and too-tight skin, everything about him is wrong wrong wrong. whatever tenuous Mage-sewn thread holds him together seems like it's finally going to snap. ]
Go, [ he gasps out to his Pokémon, and they do, because they had promised him.
most of them linger around near the dead end alleyway to fret, to keep people away from the destruction, but Baby wastes no time in shooting off with a purpose firmly in her mind. Danny. Danny has calmed Jack before and he can be trusted, Jack trusts him. even if he can't help, surely he can do more than any of the rest of them can alone, because she doesn't know what's happening but Jack needs something.
it doesn't take long to find his house, and she flies straight for a window. ]
( VIDEO. )
[ Jack looks... tired, sitting on the floor of his room. and he's almost blue in certain places, around the eyes and mouth - not like an ordinary person in need of warming up, but like a corpse that's been left out in the cold for a good long while. that isn't the only difference; usually in video messages, he's curled up somewhere with his Pokémon draped all over him. for once, the majority of them are nowhere in sight, except for a Sneasel plastered against his front and a Froslass tucked into his side. ]
Soooo. First things first, I'm heading off to Sanctuary with Lux for a while. I'm gonna check up on the Homunculi there, if anyone else actually cares. [ that is definitely a bitter jab there. he's not at all happy about how the negotiations turned out after everyone made all those reassurances. ] Oh, I evolved just recently, that's another thing. If you noticed it get about ten degrees colder for a minute the other day, yeah, that was me. Kind of a weird experience, to be honest, and definitely not one I personally would choose to repeat! It might have been nice to get a warning about it? You know, just, a common courtesy, "by the way, if you haven't evolved before, you should know that it might feel like you're dying at first. But don't worry about it!"
[ evolution does not make his Homunculus body more stable, and because every part of him was completely unequipped to deal with the change, it was an awful shift that he's still adjusting to. he doesn't yet realise this isn't the normal experience that everyone has. ]
But on a slightly more pressing note, uh... Does anyone have a problem with not being able to touch things? Or people, or Pokémon - and I mean, ever. Because— this?
[ he picks up his familiar shepherd's staff, and immediately, thick frost begins spreading across the wood. the exasperated expression on Jack's face may be telling of the fact that he is not deliberately making this happen. ]
This is kind of a problem. [ a Growlithe comes shuffling into view to nose at Jack, and Jack gently pushes it back with his staff, laughing. ] No, idiot, I keep telling you! You're gonna get frostbite if you cuddle up to me now, you know. That's, actually, general warning for everyone — uh, don't touch me anymore! Unless you do want frostbite, in which case, hey, happy to oblige.
[ it doesn't seem like he's particularly upset about this, eyes still bright and cheerful, but his smile is somewhat tense. ]
video;
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I'll be fine. I'm not saying I'll be polite to them, but I'm not going to go crazy, if that's what you're worried about.
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[ Rincewind doesn't believe him. People had a tendency of saying one thing, but impulsively doing something else. It's kind of how impulse worked. ]
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[ he means it as a joke, although it comes out a little too sharp. ]
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I don't have one of those. A coat, that is. Now robes I can get behind- er- in, anyway.
[ possible snark is possible ]