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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-05-31 01:14 am
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-05-31 01:14 am
[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]
[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]
When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]
[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]
[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]
[Blake opens the door and steps out.]
[He takes a good look at around.]
[He thinks it over.]
Nope.
[He turns around to go back inside.]
When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]
[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]
[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]
[Blake opens the door and steps out.]
[He takes a good look at around.]
[He thinks it over.]
Nope.
[He turns around to go back inside.]
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That's like calling Easter and Christmas the same holiday. Trust me, you don't wanna do that. [Not with Bunny around here somewhere, anyway.
Jack slings his staff up against his shoulder, studying Blake with an expression that can't quite decide if it wants to be pitying or angry.]
Kids're a lot smarter than you adults think they are. A lot smarter than adults, period, I think.
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Who the fuck would care? Holidays are all the same crap, whether you slap a bunny on it or a Santa Claus.
[Blake doesn't like the look on the kid's face. Little know-it-all brat. Nothing gets under his skin like assholes who think they're smarter than him.]
Yeah, that's why there's a six-year-old in charge of the New York Stock Exchange.
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[Yeah, that snowstorm is picking up, and if Blake is paying attention, he might notice the little crackles of frost and ice occasionally running across the staff.
If nothing else, Blake gets a medal for getting under Jack's skin even better than Pitch.]
They're hope and wonder and fun and dreams, and all the things that make being a kid good. When was the last time you ever bothered to dream anything, huh?
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[Blake tightens his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering and glares like he can make the snow stop with sheer willpower.]
It's summer.
[It was summer a second ago.]
Christ, how can you even say that shit with a straight face?
[Blake starts thinking about it despite himself.]
[He's not finding an answer.]
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He sighs and after a second or two the snow slows back to a flurry as he twitches his staff in the direction of a couple extra clouds to get them to move along.]
I can say it because it's true. And you didn't answer my question, but that's probably an answer, too.
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[Definitely no relation to how the kid's waving his stick around.]
[He crosses his arms and turns his face up at the snow.]
I don't remember, all right?
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Here. Catch. [He tosses the snowball he's been holding in Blake's direction. It'll be an easy catch, if he even tries. It's ~magic~, though, so who knows if he'll even want to. The thing will melt, if slightly more slowly than normal snow, but it's filled with the magic of fun and childhood, so... who knows... Blake might have to admit he was a kid once or something.]
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[The snowball thuds into his palm. It feels like a regular old snowball, though a lot less prone to falling apart and not lumpy and asymmetrical like they usually turn out.]
[Experimentally, he tosses it in the air a couple times. The deeply-ingrained scowl lines on his face fade a little.]
Huh. I haven't chucked one of these around since I was a kid.
[he shoots a glare at Jack]
I don't wanna hear a word about how long ago that must've been.
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Who, me? Lips are sealed.
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[He tosses the snowball in the air.]
I owe you one.
[And wings it at him]
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Consider that your one free shot.
Come on, wind!
[The wind picks him up and he disappears past the top of Blake's house. If Blake goes back inside, that'll be the end of it, but otherwise... well, he might want to keep an eye out. Jack doesn't really play fair.]
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[The wind and snow is picking up. It was summer a minute ago, but a way too damn hot summer, so it's kind of a relief. Blake just zips up the part of his mind that's having a conniption right now]
Get back here! I'm just getting started!
[He ignores exactly how Jack vanished and grabs some snow to make some ammunition]
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Jack himself is now perched above the door to the building and grinning like a devil.]
I forgot how much slower adults are, too.
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[Get ready for his comeback. It is magnificently crafted.]
Oh yeah?
[He's got a couple balls ready, so let's see if the little punk's faster than this]
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Really? That's all you've got? C'mon, Grumpy!
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[Now Blake's gonna have to throw a whole lot more]
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It's not cheating! All's fair in war and snowballs!
[He still has the height advantage up here on the roof, anyway, and he isn't giving that up for anything. He's not THAT nice.]
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[Blake ducks at the counterattack, feeling snowballs patter onto his blocking arms and one brush over the top of his head. He comes up and when he realizes there's a stupid grin on his face, he makes it go away.]
[He gets a good old scowl back and points up at the kid]
And get down from there!
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Come up and make me, gramps!
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[One thing about being up there - not a lot of cover.]
[Blake flings all the snow he can reach. DEATH FROM BELOW.]
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[But then he's too busy laughing to answer properly. There may not be a lot of cover -although diving back from the edge does help him avoid the worst- but it does give him the height advantage. He won't be happy until he gets another down Blake's back!]
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[He dances back, trying to dig it out]
Fuck, that's cold!
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Well, it is snow, y'know?
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[Oddly, he feels a little less like he's losing his mind. Maybe it helps to just treat it like a game for now. He'll focus on being sane later.]
Get down from there before you break your neck, kid.
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Pretty sure that's not possible anymore, but thanks for the concern.
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