winter is a lingering season

[thecutdiamond]

❄ it's quiet and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme ‧ post with whatever character you want ‧ responders roll for weather + scenario and get to threading ‧ ??? ‧ profit snowfall; stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white. stage ii; very light and intermittent. stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods. stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall. stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it. scenarios; ① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on. ② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do? ③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all. ④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!! ⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket. ⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips. ⑦ mix and match, or make up your own ‧:❉:‧ - from krystaliske @ memebells

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[nippinatyournose]

[ Perhaps a living being once (he can't remember...) he's been like this for three hundred years now. This same body, the same wooden staff that he carries in his hand. Nothing about him ever changes, including the fact that no one ever talks to him.

Except now. It's so bizarre that he can't even think about how to approach the situation in the 'right' way. ]

A winter spirit. [ He doesn't even mind the question; it's deserved, all things considered. ] I help protect the Glacian. [ Though not by her request or anything. It's just something he feels gives him purpose. ]

So you'll have to give me a good reason to stop.

[noctsout]

[ Wait, hold on. ]

Wait, just. Hold on. [ He almost wants to put a hand to his face with just how much he has to suddenly process. And the kid -- the winter spirit -- hadn't even said all that much.

... Nevermind, he's just. Going to to put his hand over his face anyway. This spirit didn't seem like the aggressive sort, so it should be fine, probably. ]

The Glacian. Is she here? [ That'd be some luck, if she were. The likes of which that Noct so rarely ever sees that he can't even get himself to hope. Still. ] Did you see Luna?

[nippinatyournose]

Here? No... [ He feels a little sheepish admitting it; how do you protect someone who's not even around? But he still thinks cutting off traffic from this area should help, at least. Keep the empire at bay. ]

Luna? [ That gets the other boy a curious look. ] Do you mean the Oracle?

[ Why would he be looking for the oracle, and on such familiar terms?

There's a pause as an idea forms. It couldn't be... could it? Seeking out the Glacian (potentially), seeking out the oracle. There's someone who's supposed to be out and about doing that sort of thing right now. The kind of person who would run right into a snowstorm and demand the being responsible cut it out. ] You're not the prince, are you?

[noctsout]

[ It's easy to grimace, wince, at a question that he's disliked since he'd actually been a prince (instead of a king of an occupied nation), protected by the safety of Insomnia's walls. There are other reasons for subterfuge now versus then for obvious, heavier reasons, but the discomfort of being called out is still the same.

Yes, I am. No, I'm not. What's it to you? Who wants to know? (Well, he kind of knows the answer to that one, so that one isn't really--)

Pick an answer, Noct. Answer right. ]

... What if I am? [ He braces. Slightly, but he braces. ] Would that help convince you to stop?

[nippinatyournose]

[ Jack feels excitement beginning to bubble to the surface at the thought he might be in the presence of the one seeking the blessings of the Astrals. This is an interesting opportunity, one he might be able to seize in order to do something he's wanted to do for a long time but hasn't had the nerve. ]

Maybe. If you'd take me along to see Shiva.

[ Then he'd also be close enough to help defend her more directly. Everyone wins! (well, mostly himself). ]

If you agree, I'll stop the storm and even help you in battle.

[noctsout]

[ > Leave it to Ignis

Except the option isn't available here, so Noct is left feeling a little stranded, trying to weigh the pros and cons of trusting a creature that he's just met, one that has enough power to swamp an area in an unnatural snowstorm. Getting it to stop and going their separate ways is one thing, taking it along was, well. ]

... That's it? That's all you want? [ It just... That deal feels too good, too easy, to be true, that's all. ]