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#004 [Video] Attention: PSA courtesy of your local Guardians
[Behold, Asgard! This time, Jack's video isn't being recorded on a roof - it's inside of the Guardian's apartment above the ice rink. He is sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, metal staff lying across his lap, but he isn't the one doing the recording. Judging by the snickering coming from behind the screen, Jamie is their cameraman today.]
You know, for a bunch of people who got dragged to a new world by a bunch of Norse gods, were given new powers, asked to fight ice giants-- [He's counting with his fingers as he speaks.] --and get cursed more often than not, you guys sure are waaaay too skeptical for your own good.
[Sandy, looking somewhat sleepy, is perched on the arm of the couch, his sketchpad open in his lap. He lazily sketches things that aren't visible from the camera, looking as though he's only halfway listening with vague amusement to the spirit next to him. Tooth is sitting on the back of the couch, between them, her wings fluttering slightly. She looks rather amused at the whole thing. ]
Jack, that's not fair, just because some things are real doesn't mean they're going to believe anything they hear.
[Jack, being the mature spirit he is, just... pouts at her a little bit.] Do they have to flip out though? I'm started to get offended! [He turns to the camera again, sounding completely serious about this. Mark the calendar, folks.] Soooo, PSA time, everyone. All the stories you've heard when you were kids? Real. Every single of us - we exist. Get over it already.
[Told you about that maturity! Sandy nods absently, a tiny smile on his face as he keeps drawing. Yeah, everything is true. Well, mostly everything. There are deviations from myth occasionally, but eh, not like that matters too much. Tooth smacks Jack's shoulder lightly, exasperated.] What Jack means to say is that in our universe at least, most of those stories you heard weren't just stories. There really is a Santa Claus, there really is an Easter Bunny, that sort of thing.
[Jack rubs his shoulder and pouts a bit more. Tooth is lucky, he simply can't be mad at her.] I was going to explain in a second, you know. [No, he wasn't, but details. He looks at Sandy for support, and notices the little man is absent and kinda sleepy. Gotta fix that! Using telekinesis, he makes Sandy float and puts him in front of the screen.] This is the Sandman, the Guardian of Dreams. He's older than dinosaurs and can kick your butt, so watch out for plant whips.
[Sandy jerks in surprise when he's picked up, looking up at the camera in time to blink sleepily and then give a small, smiling wave. He looks like a tatertot with legs. A sleepy tatertot with legs. And then he starts sketching again, Doesn't he look like the most intimidating thing you've ever seen?
Absolutely terrifying. Tooth is hiding a laugh behind her hand. Jack rolls his eyes (though he's smiling) and drops Sandy back on the couch.] Thank you, Mister Sanderson, for that amazing display of intimidation. Now, this lady here-- [He points with his thumb over his shoulder.] --is the Tooth Fairy, the Guardian of Memories. Who also can defend herself even if she doesn't look like it, even if she got healing here. So be sure to floss often and nobody gets hurt.
[That gets an eyeroll for him from Tooth, who shakes her head at the camera] I'm not going to hurt anyone unless they attack me or my friends, or they're hurting children. I'm sure none of you have anything to worry about.
[A beat.]
But please don't forget to floss.
[Sandy casually flips through his sketchpad, then holds it up, showing a picture of Tooth hovering in mid-air, her fingers thrust in a confused and flailing Jack's mouth and her eyes practically gleaming maniacally.
Don't have too good teeth, people, or this will happen to you.
Jack will proceed to ignore the fuck out of that drawing, thank you. Now it's his turn to wave at the camera.] And Iiiii am Jack Frost. Or Jokul Frosti, like the locals call me. But please stick to Jack, unless you suddenly had the urge to go Norse to match Asgard. Anyway - I'm the Spirit of Winter, Guardian of Fun, I do NOT nip noses and NO, I was never a snowman. Next time someone asks that, they'll discover why I was chosen by the god of mischief.
[Tooth adds mildly, her eyes sparkling] I've heard plenty of stories about how he's messed with the Easter Bunny. I'd watch out.
[Sandy then casually flips to another page, holding it up to show a picture of a snowman with Jack's staff leaning against it and its eyes aren't stones, instead being angry Jack eyes. And the stick arms are waving around in rage. And meanwhile, a smirking rabbit-like humanoid leans against a tree in the background, tossing a snowball from paw to paw with a cocky grin. Revenge is best served cold.
This would happen in Bunny's sweetest dreams, Sandy's sure.
Jack snorts at the drawing.] Riiight, as if he ever could beat me in my own element. I don't have to explain about the kangaroo too, do I? [He sighs before the other two can even say anything. He already knows the answer.] Alright - the Easter Bunny, aka Cottontail, Guardian of Hope and Spirit of Spring. He's huge, grumpy, Australian, and yes, totally real. [He starts counting with his fingers again.] Santa Claus? Real. North, Guardian of Hope, is as real as his huge belly, the tattooed arms, the Russian accent, his army of little elves and the bunch of yetis that make the toys.
[Sandy switches to a new page, his smile growing. This one is a picture of a massive man with a long white beard and lovely designs on both arms, one spelling out Naughty and the other spelling Nice. And said massive man is cheerfully working on a toy at his desk while Sandy battles in the background to keep his eggnog away from a pack of North's wretched elves (while one quietly climbs up a chair to reach the glass while Sandy's holding it out of the others' reach) and Jack surreptitiously sneaks past them all with a mischievous grin on his face, only to be about to crash into a glaring yeti right in his path.
Jack, stop trying to sneak into North's workshop. The yetis will always get you.
Tooth can't hold her laughter in at that one - mostly because it's SO ACCURATE. She kind of forgets that she can't fly and tips backwards off the couch. You can hear her still giggling after she lands, though, so she's probably okay.
Jack looks behind him, chuckles, brings Tooth back to the couch with telekinesis and then just... keeps counting. Don't judge him, this is another normal day in their pseudo-family.] Sooo yeah. That's for the Guardians of Childhood. But I meant it when I said we are ALL real. Cupid? Real. Diaper included, which looks kinda creepy in a little old man. The Leprechaun? Reeeeeal. If you thought Thor drank a lot, you haven't seen that guy. Nessie, the Groundhog, mermaids, Anansi, tanukis and kitsunes, la Llorona, gorgons... the whole deal, I tell you.
[And Sandy keeps on flipping through pictures of Jack somehow pissing off each of these people. Freezing over Loch Ness and Llorona's river while they pound against the ice and growl what are surely expletives in one language or other. Freezing part of the ocean while a mermaid is mid-dive and she ends up smashing her nose on the ice. A fox-like creature with five tails, spinning around to snap at Jack as he tugs on one of them curiously. Jack replacing the Leprechaun's alcohol. On and on.
At a certain point, Sandy just arches an eyebrow and casually flips through the many pages he prepared for this. Jack, have you ever thought that you piss off too many spirits?]
They don't need to know every myth, boys. [She's mostly recovered from that giggle fit, though she's still grinning.]
So, we hope you'll come to us with any questions you may have, and go ahead and start believing again!
[And so the feed ends, with a bit offended Jack exclaiming at Sandy-] Well, excuse a guy for having some fun!
You know, for a bunch of people who got dragged to a new world by a bunch of Norse gods, were given new powers, asked to fight ice giants-- [He's counting with his fingers as he speaks.] --and get cursed more often than not, you guys sure are waaaay too skeptical for your own good.
[Sandy, looking somewhat sleepy, is perched on the arm of the couch, his sketchpad open in his lap. He lazily sketches things that aren't visible from the camera, looking as though he's only halfway listening with vague amusement to the spirit next to him. Tooth is sitting on the back of the couch, between them, her wings fluttering slightly. She looks rather amused at the whole thing. ]
Jack, that's not fair, just because some things are real doesn't mean they're going to believe anything they hear.
[Jack, being the mature spirit he is, just... pouts at her a little bit.] Do they have to flip out though? I'm started to get offended! [He turns to the camera again, sounding completely serious about this. Mark the calendar, folks.] Soooo, PSA time, everyone. All the stories you've heard when you were kids? Real. Every single of us - we exist. Get over it already.
[Told you about that maturity! Sandy nods absently, a tiny smile on his face as he keeps drawing. Yeah, everything is true. Well, mostly everything. There are deviations from myth occasionally, but eh, not like that matters too much. Tooth smacks Jack's shoulder lightly, exasperated.] What Jack means to say is that in our universe at least, most of those stories you heard weren't just stories. There really is a Santa Claus, there really is an Easter Bunny, that sort of thing.
[Jack rubs his shoulder and pouts a bit more. Tooth is lucky, he simply can't be mad at her.] I was going to explain in a second, you know. [No, he wasn't, but details. He looks at Sandy for support, and notices the little man is absent and kinda sleepy. Gotta fix that! Using telekinesis, he makes Sandy float and puts him in front of the screen.] This is the Sandman, the Guardian of Dreams. He's older than dinosaurs and can kick your butt, so watch out for plant whips.
[Sandy jerks in surprise when he's picked up, looking up at the camera in time to blink sleepily and then give a small, smiling wave. He looks like a tatertot with legs. A sleepy tatertot with legs. And then he starts sketching again, Doesn't he look like the most intimidating thing you've ever seen?
Absolutely terrifying. Tooth is hiding a laugh behind her hand. Jack rolls his eyes (though he's smiling) and drops Sandy back on the couch.] Thank you, Mister Sanderson, for that amazing display of intimidation. Now, this lady here-- [He points with his thumb over his shoulder.] --is the Tooth Fairy, the Guardian of Memories. Who also can defend herself even if she doesn't look like it, even if she got healing here. So be sure to floss often and nobody gets hurt.
[That gets an eyeroll for him from Tooth, who shakes her head at the camera] I'm not going to hurt anyone unless they attack me or my friends, or they're hurting children. I'm sure none of you have anything to worry about.
[A beat.]
But please don't forget to floss.
[Sandy casually flips through his sketchpad, then holds it up, showing a picture of Tooth hovering in mid-air, her fingers thrust in a confused and flailing Jack's mouth and her eyes practically gleaming maniacally.
Don't have too good teeth, people, or this will happen to you.
Jack will proceed to ignore the fuck out of that drawing, thank you. Now it's his turn to wave at the camera.] And Iiiii am Jack Frost. Or Jokul Frosti, like the locals call me. But please stick to Jack, unless you suddenly had the urge to go Norse to match Asgard. Anyway - I'm the Spirit of Winter, Guardian of Fun, I do NOT nip noses and NO, I was never a snowman. Next time someone asks that, they'll discover why I was chosen by the god of mischief.
[Tooth adds mildly, her eyes sparkling] I've heard plenty of stories about how he's messed with the Easter Bunny. I'd watch out.
[Sandy then casually flips to another page, holding it up to show a picture of a snowman with Jack's staff leaning against it and its eyes aren't stones, instead being angry Jack eyes. And the stick arms are waving around in rage. And meanwhile, a smirking rabbit-like humanoid leans against a tree in the background, tossing a snowball from paw to paw with a cocky grin. Revenge is best served cold.
This would happen in Bunny's sweetest dreams, Sandy's sure.
Jack snorts at the drawing.] Riiight, as if he ever could beat me in my own element. I don't have to explain about the kangaroo too, do I? [He sighs before the other two can even say anything. He already knows the answer.] Alright - the Easter Bunny, aka Cottontail, Guardian of Hope and Spirit of Spring. He's huge, grumpy, Australian, and yes, totally real. [He starts counting with his fingers again.] Santa Claus? Real. North, Guardian of Hope, is as real as his huge belly, the tattooed arms, the Russian accent, his army of little elves and the bunch of yetis that make the toys.
[Sandy switches to a new page, his smile growing. This one is a picture of a massive man with a long white beard and lovely designs on both arms, one spelling out Naughty and the other spelling Nice. And said massive man is cheerfully working on a toy at his desk while Sandy battles in the background to keep his eggnog away from a pack of North's wretched elves (while one quietly climbs up a chair to reach the glass while Sandy's holding it out of the others' reach) and Jack surreptitiously sneaks past them all with a mischievous grin on his face, only to be about to crash into a glaring yeti right in his path.
Jack, stop trying to sneak into North's workshop. The yetis will always get you.
Tooth can't hold her laughter in at that one - mostly because it's SO ACCURATE. She kind of forgets that she can't fly and tips backwards off the couch. You can hear her still giggling after she lands, though, so she's probably okay.
Jack looks behind him, chuckles, brings Tooth back to the couch with telekinesis and then just... keeps counting. Don't judge him, this is another normal day in their pseudo-family.] Sooo yeah. That's for the Guardians of Childhood. But I meant it when I said we are ALL real. Cupid? Real. Diaper included, which looks kinda creepy in a little old man. The Leprechaun? Reeeeeal. If you thought Thor drank a lot, you haven't seen that guy. Nessie, the Groundhog, mermaids, Anansi, tanukis and kitsunes, la Llorona, gorgons... the whole deal, I tell you.
[And Sandy keeps on flipping through pictures of Jack somehow pissing off each of these people. Freezing over Loch Ness and Llorona's river while they pound against the ice and growl what are surely expletives in one language or other. Freezing part of the ocean while a mermaid is mid-dive and she ends up smashing her nose on the ice. A fox-like creature with five tails, spinning around to snap at Jack as he tugs on one of them curiously. Jack replacing the Leprechaun's alcohol. On and on.
At a certain point, Sandy just arches an eyebrow and casually flips through the many pages he prepared for this. Jack, have you ever thought that you piss off too many spirits?]
They don't need to know every myth, boys. [She's mostly recovered from that giggle fit, though she's still grinning.]
So, we hope you'll come to us with any questions you may have, and go ahead and start believing again!
[And so the feed ends, with a bit offended Jack exclaiming at Sandy-] Well, excuse a guy for having some fun!
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