speaking with a friend.

[lake_effect]

Who| Jack Frost and YOU!
What| So is he a Guardian or not? Jack doesn't know anymore.
Where| At night, on the rooftops.
When| Now!
Warnings/Notes| n/a



Jack wandered on the rooftops during the night, looking up to the moon. Ever since finding himself here, he didn't really know what to think of himself, or anything anymore. Lately it had been one change after the next and after the next. He was used to 300 years of the same things, basically. Suddenly being thrust into a time where things was constantly changing was confusing. He felt like things were stuck in his head, and he didn't know where to turn.

The answers didn't come easy here; for Jack Frost, they never seemed to anyway.

He wandered in his bare feet, oblivious to the cold. Even as a human, the cold didn't bother him. If anything, seeing his breath in the middle of the night was a comfort. With no staff to lean on, or a wire to get him a little closer to the night sky, he felt…empty. His arms wrapped themselves around his middle as he shook his head.

"I don't know what's going on anymore." Jack sighed, looking down to his feet. "I just…I don't know what to think.

For 300-some years, I didn't know why I was here. I just thought I was a spirt named Jack Frost who made things cold and snowy. But then I realized I had a sister, and a family…and that I was a Guardian. You made me a Guardian. And it felt really good."

He started to pace. "Then all of a sudden I'm brought here where people are supposed to kill each other. And I just can't understand why. I can't understand any of this!" Jack didn't want to rant to Man in Moon, but it was starting to become that way, wasn't it?

"Why am I here? Why am I here right after learning that I was a Guardian? I'm not supposed to be here! How am I a Guardian if I'm supposed to kill, or be killed myself? What good will I do? There's no center in me anymore if I can't do what I want to. I just don't…" Jack's voice slowly faded as his anger grew, running his hands through his white hair.

"…I don't think you did this. I really don't. I just don't know what to do. Even when I'm not fighting for my life, I don't feel like a Guardian anymore." The last part is a whisper. "And that hurts."

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[silberfuchs]

"300 years?"

Albert had come up to the roof for a smoke and inadvertently overheard the entirety of the white-haired boy's tirade. Well, perhaps not a boy; he's older even than Albert, but he still looks like a teenager and sounds about as confused as one. He takes a drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke away from them both to curl into the chilly night air.

"I don't mean to pry, but it was a little difficult not to overhear." He smiles just a little. "If it makes us even, I'm roughly 100 myself."

[lake_effect]

A voice from behind made Jack slowly turn, only to find another person standing there, smoke winding away. They were just standing there…apparently not at all concerned by the fact that Jack had basically been talking to himself. Except he wasn't.

He listened quietly to what the stranger had to say…and was taken by surprise. Was this guy seriously 100 years old? So he wasn't the only one in this kind of situation, then. Maybe this guy knew a little bit about watching time literally fly by your face. And if Jack was really lucky, he'd know about the littler details, too.

"Really? You look pretty good." He grinned.

[silberfuchs]

"So do you. For 300 you look positively youthful." The taller man drops his cigarette and grinds it under his heel, walking over to offer his hand to the boy. "I'm Albert Heinrich. What's your name?"

[lake_effect]

"Well, hey. Comes with the job." Jack looks at his hand for a minute, and offers a shake or two. "Jack Frost." Did this guy feel anything? Were his hands cold, or was that completely lost too? "Nice to meetcha, even if this place isn't…the best."

To put things a little simply!

[silberfuchs]

If he does feel cold, Albert says nothing of it, shaking hands and then dropping his to his side again. "And that job is... Guardian? Again, it was difficult not to overhear."

Jack Frost... first he's told of Norse gods once having been here, and now a figure of mythology. This just keeps getting more confusing all the time, but Albert won't let it show on his face. Instead he remains calm, though his expression grows drawn at Jack's estimation of Panum. "And no, it isn't, given what we're supposed to do."

What he has no intention of doing.

[lake_effect]

"Yeah, a Guardian." Jack's trying not to be embarrassed. What was there to be embarrassed about, anyway? "I protect kids." Well, he did.

The little reminder of what this place wanted him to do brought his mood all the way down back to the bottom. Jack sighed, crossing his arms before looking back up to the moon. "This isn't supposed to happen." He muttered. "How is this part of the future? I just don't..." His voice trailed off. "I don't understand it."

[silberfuchs]

"A noble cause." Albert smiles a bit but it turns down again at Jack's confusion. "I'm not sure it's the future. There are people from other worlds here, other universes potentially. It's entirely possible it's some kind of alternate reality from ours."

If indeed he and Jack are from the same one. He's never heard of a Guardian as an actual position so they could be from separate realities as well. It's all very confusing, but it makes him feel a little better thinking that in his own reality things may have turned out differently. Granted, they're probably worse given what he came from, but he doesn't know for sure and would prefer to hope.