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confectionaries2014-01-17 02:28 pm
gelu) wrote in confectionaries2014-01-17 02:28 pm
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'jolly days' of fallout fame is playing on my ipod rn
It's a familiar sort of atmosphere, actually, and Jack doesn't like it one bit. --Because, well, nothing immediately obviously bad is happening right now, and maybe that's just the cinch about the whole thing.
Jack Frost isn't a very paranoid person by nature. It's just too much negative energy to be burning, in the grand scheme of things, especially back in the lonely days when being a Guardian was never even a notion of possibility. Even with the number of antagonists he tended to make out of fellow spirits in his earlier, mischievous (and socially awkward) days, the never-ending fight to keep his own morale as high as possible just never really allowed for being anxious about confrontation all the time. He got more prone to being wary around fellow spirits he'd run into, after awhile, but when no immediate problem presented itself Jack simply didn't let himself dwell on things. Easier that way. Plenty enough problems to be had without looking over his shoulder all hours of the day, too.
Of course, Zelien isn't exactly home, and Compass provides even fewer reasons all around to not be a bit on guard on any given day. But on this particular day--it's something tight and anxious, on the edge of thoughts, a tenseness in the air and a sense of something impending. It sets off a restlessness somewhere deep in his bones, the sort of expectation that usually comes with very bad weather looming on the horizon close enough to taste--but no, it's not quite that. Nothing like that. Different. ...Familiar, worst of all, and surely that can mean nothing good. Even the network's terse, when Jack runs a brief check on it, and that's what prompts him to leave the watch behind and roam the city freely on his own for a bit, unable to sit still as the trepidation sets in.
They're not on a boat anymore, more--room to fly, and that's something. But it's still hard to forget the last time he'd felt such a misgiving like this, heavy in this atmosphere. It'd started out subtle back then, too, but...surely Compass wouldn't be running the same song and dance again. They never had before, had they?
Can't be that.
It's a bit early in the day, just enough so to dissipate the ghostly night crowd and leave the streets briefly empty, until more tangible people were awake to set out on the sidewalks. But Jack finds himself a bit more relieved than he ought to be anyway, when he finds himself spotting a familiar flash of color down below. Maybe, because the silence had been starting to eat at him same as everything else--and if there's somebody he could talk to....
"--Hey! Zelos?"
It's probably very sudden, though Jack doesn't mean it, dropping soundlessly out of the air the way he does right next to the guy and bringing down a draft of chill along with him that's unusually sharp, steeped in the worry that's been plaguing him all morning. But Jack tries his best to muster up a relatively casual and bright smile, as he touches down. "Uh--you busy? Just--spotted you, and I figured, might as well drop by..."
He never has been very good at hiding when something's on his mind, unfortunately.
Jack Frost isn't a very paranoid person by nature. It's just too much negative energy to be burning, in the grand scheme of things, especially back in the lonely days when being a Guardian was never even a notion of possibility. Even with the number of antagonists he tended to make out of fellow spirits in his earlier, mischievous (and socially awkward) days, the never-ending fight to keep his own morale as high as possible just never really allowed for being anxious about confrontation all the time. He got more prone to being wary around fellow spirits he'd run into, after awhile, but when no immediate problem presented itself Jack simply didn't let himself dwell on things. Easier that way. Plenty enough problems to be had without looking over his shoulder all hours of the day, too.
Of course, Zelien isn't exactly home, and Compass provides even fewer reasons all around to not be a bit on guard on any given day. But on this particular day--it's something tight and anxious, on the edge of thoughts, a tenseness in the air and a sense of something impending. It sets off a restlessness somewhere deep in his bones, the sort of expectation that usually comes with very bad weather looming on the horizon close enough to taste--but no, it's not quite that. Nothing like that. Different. ...Familiar, worst of all, and surely that can mean nothing good. Even the network's terse, when Jack runs a brief check on it, and that's what prompts him to leave the watch behind and roam the city freely on his own for a bit, unable to sit still as the trepidation sets in.
They're not on a boat anymore, more--room to fly, and that's something. But it's still hard to forget the last time he'd felt such a misgiving like this, heavy in this atmosphere. It'd started out subtle back then, too, but...surely Compass wouldn't be running the same song and dance again. They never had before, had they?
Can't be that.
It's a bit early in the day, just enough so to dissipate the ghostly night crowd and leave the streets briefly empty, until more tangible people were awake to set out on the sidewalks. But Jack finds himself a bit more relieved than he ought to be anyway, when he finds himself spotting a familiar flash of color down below. Maybe, because the silence had been starting to eat at him same as everything else--and if there's somebody he could talk to....
"--Hey! Zelos?"
It's probably very sudden, though Jack doesn't mean it, dropping soundlessly out of the air the way he does right next to the guy and bringing down a draft of chill along with him that's unusually sharp, steeped in the worry that's been plaguing him all morning. But Jack tries his best to muster up a relatively casual and bright smile, as he touches down. "Uh--you busy? Just--spotted you, and I figured, might as well drop by..."
He never has been very good at hiding when something's on his mind, unfortunately.