The King of Nightmares

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Fri, 26 Apr 2013 12:14:25 -0400

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some-jerk-named-jack: The mountain. That was at least far from the village. He’d have to take care...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 21:29:16 -0400

The mountain. That was at least far from the village. He’d have to take care that this thing wasn’t just getting him to speed off so he could wreak havoc in the momentary absence. No, he seemed, at least on the surface, to honestly want to relocate, and to race. Jack did need to test out his powers more thoroughly.

Maybe he shouldn’t, though. Maybe showing all his cards was just part of this creature’s plan to best him. Maybe he was falling right into a false sense of security and would be blindsided soon by some hidden power Pitch did not give him forewarning of.

It took a moment, but the decision showed on his face. He never backed down from a challenge. “Okay,” he said with a resolute nod. “Are we betting on this race, or is it just for fun?

“…Hm. Now, that is a prospect I hadn’t considered. Are you a betting man, Jack Frost? What would you wish of me should you win?” Quite honestly, the prospect intrigued the Nightmare King, and would certainly make for an even more interesting little game. Pitch’s gaze flicked across the horizon, evaluating the shadowcover cast over the ground, already evaluating his potential path to the mountain peak.

[ ooc ]

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 14:33:00 -0400

[ would anyone like a starter? apologies if i might come across as difficult to approach or intimidating in any way. i’m terribly flattered by all of the watches and such! if you’d like to plot a storyline or scenario too, please feel free to message me. i’m very much multi-verse, so don’t feel discouraged by the fact i ‘already have’ a jack :> OCs are also fine, but please tell me a little about them or link me to your info page so i know what to expect, especially if your character has some sort of history with pitch! ]

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Tue, 23 Apr 2013 22:21:44 -0400

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Reblog if you think Pitch Black is the best Disney Princess ever

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 15:54:58 -0400

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Tue, 23 Apr 2013 02:37:37 -0400

i just want what you have….to be believed in

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 02:26:09 -0400

i just want what you have….to be believed in

some-jerk-named-jack: Whatever Pitch was getting at, Jack couldn’t fathom. He found his eyes...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 00:36:59 -0400

some-jerk-named-jack:

Whatever Pitch was getting at, Jack couldn’t fathom. He found his eyes narrowing, head slowly shaking as he tried to process what he was saying… or not saying, as it were. The topic changed quickly enough that he didn’t dwell. This was just a very odd one, he decided.

“Hail happens in the summer. It’s the dead of winter now,” Jack replied matter-of-factly. ”But the rest… maybe. Why?” He didn’t trust the creature and anything he wanted him to do would be carefully considered before enacted.

“How will you know what you’re meant to do, unless you see what you can?” Admittedly, The Nightmare King felt a pang of excitement at the prospect of see what this newly crafted…thing was capable of. Like a child granted a new and wondrous toy, Pitch eagerly anticipated the opportunity to play. He’d take care not to break this one. Not too soon, lest the first spot of fun he’d had in centuries be cut disappointingly short.

Gesturing elegantly toward the mountain range with a lithe, outstretched arm and spindle-thin finger, Pitch pointed to their destination, eyes following Jack’s with a mischievous hint of amusement.

“There, looks about a good a place as any, wouldn’t you say. …..What do you say, we have us a little race, mn?”

iquey: I randomly thought of this while in mexico and...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 00:21:24 -0400

iquey:

I randomly thought of this while in mexico and remembered to make it today.

rotgworld: ♥

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 00:19:38 -0400

rotgworld:

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maybe I want what you have … to be believed in

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 18:24:53 -0400

maybe I want what you have … to be believed in

some-jerk-named-jack: “I already did,” he replied, not wanting to seem terribly naive about himself....

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 17:48:26 -0400

some-jerk-named-jack:

“I already did,” he replied, not wanting to seem terribly naive about himself. This thing already had the upper hand, and obviously knew it, but anything he could do to chip away at that was necessary. “I mean, how do you think I know how to fly?”

He’d try to subdue the obvious shock in his eyes when Pitch re-appeared upside-down, but all of this supernatural stuff was very new to him and he was very surprised by every moment of it. As if to alleviate some of the awkwardness of speaking to someone of a different orientation, Jack would slowly rotate in the air until he was similarly upside down, cloak and capelet hanging limply behind him as he did.

“…Your shirt. You might want to…hm. There.” Pitch would point out, as Jack’s shirt had indeed started to seek out gravity, same as his outer cloak. And in the moonlight, the Nightmare King began to map the tiny details of this young man. The cool blue-porcelain of his skin, frozen without quite having that clammy sick-look of death. It was a lovely thing, quite a work of art, and Pitch cast a resentful eye back at its artist who now loomed, from Pitch’s point of view, quite well below him. It felt good, in a petulant sort of way, to look down on the moon.

“…That ice slick was quite the thing. Can you do it on a larger scale? Work the weather? Make it hail..? Brew up a snow storm?” That was the on thing Pitch seemed most curious to know, and from his perch, he’d notice the mountain range quite far in the distance….and what a prime playground that would make. “You should give it a try. Over there. Looks like just the place, don’t you think?”

It was seeming more and more likely that Pitch would not spread fear tonight. But this, could be far better still.

some-jerk-named-jack: How could that be? How could he be put here, given powers beyond reason and…...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 17:17:58 -0400

some-jerk-named-jack:

How could that be? How could he be put here, given powers beyond reason and… abandoned to do as he would? That seemed too bizarre to consider, especially since this one was supposedly the Boogeyman. He’d mull over this silently for a few moments, eyes looking vaguely over the town.

“…what good are my powers to anyone else?” he’d plause slowly, as if wondering aloud rather than outright questioning, though he was sure the creature would have plentiful answers for him.

“Oh, I believe we’ve only scratched the surface of those…” Pitch teased in reply, voice a charming drawl. Were this a musical, t’would be the perfect interlude to a song that set about to explain just about everything, verse by verse.

But Pitch simply began to fade, slowly re-appearing on the underside of the branch he currently sat on, defying gravity as he now perched wrongside-up, unaffected by gravity, anchored by shadows.

“Why don’t you take them for a little spin….and find out?”

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Mon, 22 Apr 2013 12:30:18 -0400

mrs-pitchblackx: “What goes together better then cold and...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 12:29:27 -0400

mrs-pitchblackx:

“What goes together better then cold and dark?”

some-jerk-named-jack: That seemed to fit. It seemed like perhaps he was getting closer to the truth....

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 23:28:04 -0400

some-jerk-named-jack:

That seemed to fit. It seemed like perhaps he was getting closer to the truth. This thing seemed befitting of the title of ‘Boogeyman’, true enough, but everything else…?

“What legend am I…?”

If this was true, he had to know. Who was he supposed to be? What did ‘Jack Frost’ mean? And what good were his powers? How could he maintain them? There were so many more questions.

“Apparently, you would be Jack Frost. That is the name you’ve been ‘given’ …isn’t it? What that means, is entirely up to you now. That’s the silver lining of it.” Pitch watched the other quite carefully now, an honest expression of excitement starting to appear on his features. The possibilities were quite promising. This young man with the power of ice.

And what went better together than cold and darkness.

What a beautiful team they could be.

“You can craft your own myth now, and be whatever it is you wish the world know you as. Use your powers however you can imagine..”

some-jerk-named-jack: “You tried to eat me,” Jack reminded, not moving to join him on the branch....

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 22:46:00 -0400

some-jerk-named-jack:

“You tried to eat me,” Jack reminded, not moving to join him on the branch. No, he didn’t trust him, no matter how he played nice now. “Why don’t you want me to see them? What are they?” He needed to know. It was maddening that this creature seemed to know everything while he could scarcely speculate.

“Oh, are you still upset about that? Tch..” Pitch waved the idea away, shaking his head and laughing at the absurdity of it all. “I wouldn’t have swallowed you whole. Just…devoured your fear.” The Nightmare King gave a languid shrug, canting his head at Jack like a guilty dog. A creature that could simply not deny its nature, nor explain away its instincts.

“It was what drew me to you. I glean my powers from fear and nightmares. From sorrow and horror. When those who cannot see us, believe in us? We gain substance and recognition. There’s a power to that belief. And so you, and I, and all the others, manipulate the fabric of this world…and create things of mystery, wonder, and awe. Hmmm..” How best to explain? Pitch hummed to himself for a moment in thought, before carefully choosing his words.

“Do you remember any legends? Have you heard any stories, as a child, of magical, mystical creatures of ages long past? Of Banshees and Faeries, or Bogeymen and Easter Rabbits? That is what we are, Jack, and as long as our stories live on? We thrive. When we are forgotten…” Well, that hit a chord with Pitch, who turned his gaze downward.

some-jerk-named-jack: “What other unseen stuff is there?” he asked, hastily wiping his hand on his...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 22:14:47 -0400

some-jerk-named-jack:

“What other unseen stuff is there?” he asked, hastily wiping his hand on his trousers as if the smoke was somehow going to harm him if not removed quickly. “Are there others like us?”

He knew he’d heard that this creature had been looking for him for centuries… but was that because there weren’t any others… or because he didn’t like the others? The answers always begot more questions, it seemed.

“…Yes.” It wouldn’t do to lie, as Jack would likely find out all too soon. And if Pitch could shape his outlook? Weaving tainted opinions would fare quite well. “There are others. But they aren’t all the same. Just as you and I are alike but quite different…Don’t... ask me to take you to them. I can guarantee you, neither of us would be better for their company.”

Pitch shifted in his perch, scooting over to make room for Jack to sit if he so pleased, patting the branch he sat on, encouragingly. “You should consider staying with me, Jack. If just for a while….”

some-jerk-named-jack: Yes. It was. It was totally unfair to put him in a world where no one could...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 20:29:09 -0400

some-jerk-named-jack:

Yes. It was. It was totally unfair to put him in a world where no one could see or hear him, save perhaps this singular, terrible creature. He gave him fun and amazing powers but no way to use them to interact with anyone. Was he put here to fight this other creature? To keep this village safe?

“…why were you put here?”

“Me..?” Pitch hadn’t expected to be asked much about himself, especially so soon. It was odd to imagine someone not entirely driven by selfish motivation. Who did not continuously demand only what he wished to know. In a puff of black shimmering smoke, the flower vanished and was carried away on the wind.

“…I was not put here willingly. And I have no way of leaving now, so it hardly matters. But we are both here…to be believed in. Belief is a powerful thing, and when we are believed in? These powers we have can become boundless. We are…a part of things unseen but always here. Bigger than that little town, bigger than a single person. The world is your home, Jack Frost. And your influence may stretch far and wide.”

some-jerk-named-jack: Everything just got more confusing the more he learned about it. Every answer...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 23:07:15 -0400

some-jerk-named-jack:

Everything just got more confusing the more he learned about it. Every answer brought new questions and he never got any closer to the final answers. He wouldn’t reach for the rose, watching as it withered and died before his eyes.

“…I don’t understand anything,” he admitted after a prolonged period of silence and with a certain amount of internal turmoil.

“Regretfully…I may have mislead you.” Pitch chose his words with care, adding a note of sympathetic emphasis, allowing his face to fall. “I don’t have many more answers than you do. I can’t tell you why you were chosen. Why it was you, specifically, or what is intended for you now. The only one who can say is there…” And with a flourish, Pitch gestured skyward, pointing accusingly at the moon above. “…And he almost never says a word, and he will never tell you….”

Pitch allowed the words to settle heavily between them, as the rose began to slowly bud anew, settling to sprout in the curve of Jack’s palm.

“…Unthinkably unfair, isn’t it.”