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[Normally when a person connects to Asgard's network, they greet villagers with a view of their face. However, this particular new Traveller is busy showing the city…snow. In particular, the fresh snow and frost that graced the city just two days prior to his arrival. Lots of snow, because this particular new Traveller just tried to fly and promptly fell into the snow instead. There's a frustrated sound from Jack Frost as he stands up, bracelet turning to face the snow again. Good thing nobody saw that. He's not really thinking about whether anyone can hear or see him though. The whole "being seen and believed in" thing? Still sort of hit and miss with this guy, and he's working under the assumption that most people still can't. However he's very much visible to anyone looking. They'll see a white-haired boy covered in snow and walking through the city like it's no big deal. Oh yeah, and without shoes. He's still not showing his face to the bracelet for the network to see, but he's soon speaking up to talk his way through the situation.]

Uh huh. So the fate of all existence rests within my hands. Thaaat sounds kind of familiar. [Speaking of hands, one of his hands soon appears as he bends down while walking, scooping up some snow to form a snowball.]

What I want to know is who beat me to it. [That snowball starts getting tossed up and down.] Because this? This isn't my work. [The snowball stops getting tossed and he brings it up, presumably, to his mouth to try and work some magic on it. No such luck though. He immediately stops in his path, giving the snowball a curious look.

Okay, well, how about we make it snow? …no luck? What about fros--okay, no luck there either.]

You gotta be kidding me. I mean I get it, I have a new power. [In fact, he's going to test the strength of his new power, using his mind to create snowballs without his hand and allow them to float and hover around him.] …which is kind of cool, I guess. I get that supposedly old powers won't work, but how am I supposed to be a Guardian if I can't even make the snow come?

[Aw well…even if he can't make new snow, there's no sense wasting the snowball that's in his hand. So what's Jack going to do? He's going to take a look around…and that snowball's suddenly getting launched…who knows where. If another traveller's nearby, it might just hit them. Totally on accident. Really. Oh come on, he's still working under the assumption that most people can't see him. Someone missed the memo that when they say everything's been stripped, they mean everything. So assuming that there's no harm done here, he'll just start to walk off with his telekinetically-created snowballs drifting behind him like baby ducks following their mother.]

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[And of course it's Norman's luck that he gets snowballed in the back of the head. ~~Funny enough, his hair springs right back up vertically after the impact.~~]

Wuh--! [He ducks his head quickly, trying to brush out the snow from his hair and the back of his neck before he spins around to glare at Jack.]

[...just a grin. Oh come on, Norman, don't be mad. It's winter! You're suppose to throw snow at people. He doesn't do anything else, but those snowballs around him are rotating like they're getting ready to be launched, too. Stiiill assuming that he and his snowballs are invisible, of course. So with that being said he's going to keep walking and not even say anything about it.]

[Those floating snowballs kind of give away who the culprit is, but since Jack doesn't seem to be owning up, Norman's not dropping his guard and already planning his own payback.

Not that he would normally try to get revenge, but it IS snow. So, Norman gets to work tugging mentally at his shadow to form a snowball directly behind him. This way he can block out the snowball's building up as he watches Jack's levitating ones carefully, but once it's ready, his shadow hand wraps it up and springs from the ground to launch it at Jack.]

[And he's more focused on the fact that there are shadows moving because, really, he just thought that was a Pitch thing. He's so surprised by what Norman's doing that he doesn't even register that there's snow being launched at him and it hits him squarely in the face.]

Whoa! Hey!

You used your powers first. [No sympathy, man. Although Norman just thinks he's getting angry about the snowball hitting.

But the shadow is starting to pull out fully from the ground, crawling up his back, and forming a few extra arms to wave at Jack.]

Actually that was just my hand. [He grins again to show there's no hard feelings, but he's mostly watching that shadow because this is really sort of unnerving. Not necessarily scary; he's not scared of the things Pitch could do...but it's beyond bizarre seeing someone else with the same kind of capability.] What I wanna know is how you're doing that.

...Uh, it's like how you're levitating those snowballs? [Meaning a god-power, and just to show he's not going to do anything bad (because that look is really familiar), the shadow leaves his back to start forming into a ball on the ground.]

It's Shadow Control. [It takes a little concentration on Norman's part, but the ball of shadow is soon turning into a small dog that's missing its back half.]

Shadow Control, huh? [Well color him curious. He definitely feels a little better knowing it's not some weird thing of evil, and he's even approaching a little closer to get a better look at the shadow-dog.] And I thought that was something only a guy I know could do. [Give him a second to bend down, tempted to poke and prod at the shadow.] Looks like you could use a little more practice though. He's missing the other end.

Heh, well...Yeah, I'm still not good at making things besides hands. [Despite its lack of back legs, the dog somehow manages to wobble closer to Jack with a friendly looking doggy-grin.]

But I got pretty close. Bub got run over, so it's not like his back part was really attached. [Norman will probably be the most morbid 11 year old you will ever meet, Jack.]

[He holds out a hand for the shadow-dog to "sniff" if he wants, growing more and more fascinated with the fact that it's incredibly sentient and that this kid's the one controlling it.] Hey, I'm not saying it still isn't pretty good. [But he winces at that last sentence. Ouch. Poor dog.] Guess it's more accurate than I thought. You been doing this for long?

[Well, technically the fact that it's acting more on its own isn't Norman's puppetry. He's played with his shadow so much that it's learned to be more animal-like from Norman's (failed) experiments.]

Since I've been here. I've gotten a little better than I first arrived, like I only could work with my own shadow. [For demonstration, even Jack's shadow begins wiggling while Shadow!Bub acts out sniffing his hand before licking it.]

[...that's actually pretty cool. In a weird way. Not that he's not pleased with his little snowball army, but he also still stands by his old frost powers were better than this. As soon as Jack's shadow starts moving though he jumps back, whipping his head back to watch what its doing.]

Hey! [He watches his shadow briefly before crouching back down again for Shadow!Bub to resume licking his hand. This isn't weird, this isn't weird....okay this is seriously weird. But it's a cool kind of weird. It's pretty obvious the kid's not going to go around scaring people intentionally, so no harm no foul.] Tell you what. You keep your powers to yourself and I'll try to keep mine to myself. Deal?

[Hurting people is definitely the last thing Norman would want to do, which is why Jack's shadow is staying to the ground and wiggling in a distorted manner. As for the deal, the dog gives Jack one more lick before melting into the ground to reform Norman's shadow just as Jack's go back to normal.]

Okay, deal.

[And that's about the time Jack stands to his normal height, regarding Norman carefully. Kid can't be older than eleven or twelve...right around the age where they really, truly stop believing. He tilts his head briefly as he thinks this over.]

What's your name?

Norman. [He actually looks pretty happy too considering Jack is much taller than him, and he's had a long history with bullies. And basically everyone being mean to him back home. Of course, Asgard's a bit different, but he's still happy that this interaction is running smoothly nonetheless.]

What's yours?

I'm Jack. Jack Frost. [He's mostly gauging to see if the name rings any bells, but he's also genuinely interested in Norman's behavior. Kids. They're kind of part of the job description, and this kid seems a little...well, guarded. Maybe guarded is the wrong word, but it's close to what he's thinking.]

[At first, Norman simply blinks as he registers that last name, smiling dropping and forming a small 'o'. He's heard of Jack Frost of course, which is why for a second he looks along the lines of "Wow, this is so cool..." Because Asgard brings in a lot of different people from different worlds. Why wouldn't this be the Jack Frost?]

[But then again, guarded WOULD be a good adjective for whatever Norman is. There's a flicker of skepticism the next moment because for all he knows this could be 1) a joke or 2) a naming issue thanks to Jack's parents.]

Like...Jack Frost or THE Jack Frost?

[Ohhh no. No, no, no, that split-second of recognition is all he needs before his smile's growing wider--

--and then the question comes. He just gives Norman his own mock-skeptical look, meant only to tease him a bit.]

What other Jack Frost have you ever heard of?

[It's almost immediate that Norman brightens up, although his smile back is rather sheepish.]

Well, no one else besides THE Jack Frost, but you know how parents like to be weird and name their kids after things...So yeah. [Okay a little too rambly.]

But you're seriously Jack Frost for real? Because that's...really cool. [Asgard definitely became a lot more awesome.]

[Endearing. That's another word he's probably going to associate with Norman for now...and it might just be because he kind of reminds him of Jamie. Just a little.]

I know right? For real, I'm the Jack Frost. [Because the "the" seems to be important here.] So you know about us...[And by "us" of course he means "me", but he won't say such.]

[For now at least. If Norman hadn't been in Asgard very long, he probably would think this is a weird joke or that Jack really liked pretending. Then you would see his real guarded side.]

Uhhh...'us' who? [Sorry Jack, going to have to be more specific.]

Me and the other Guardians. [And he gets he has to elaborate, just in case. He's going to be careful about how he names them, too, just to make sure Norman understands.] Me, Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny and the Sandman?

Yeah, of course! [Wait...]

But... [Yup, there has to be a 'but' in there. His smile slowly falters because he knows he has to explain some things. That's why he starts tugging at his scarf nervously as he glances down.] Well, I mean, yeah. I know about you guys, but Courtney told me that you aren't real and...I've had a lot of stuff to deal with? Like, no one mentions the Sandman that much, I lost my tooth one time 'cause someone pushed me, and I can't really go to Easter egg hunts 'cause um... [Because everyone thinks he's a freak and he talks to ghosts...

Man, this is so weird. It's like he's finally met a ghost and has to tell them he didn't think they really exist. It's not a good feeling.] So yeah...Sorry.

[The explanation really doesn't come as too much of a surprise. Maybe a little disappointing, but not much of a surprise. Jamie's friends told him that none of them were real, right? So while he's a little sad, he just shrugs and gives him a small grin.]

It's okay. You've got proof now, don't you? [He crinkles up his face though as he thinks this over.] ...wait a minute. Because what?

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