legionworld | A new arrival

Who| Jack Frost and OPEN
What| Jack is awake and briefed and kind of not sure how to take it all.
Where| Medbay and elsewhere
Warnings/Notes| None

Jack Frost couldn't fly.

It had taken a panic attack and an escape attempt to realize that he couldn't fly and this was not a nightmare conjured up by Pitch. This was very real and very terrifying. He couldn't feel the Earth, he couldn't find Baby Tooth, nor could he find his staff.

It had taken the staff to realize this and after several moments of tracking it down, he was given his staff and given the explanation that he sorely needed but he also wasn't sure he wanted. They gave him his space soon enough to think over the proposition of what they were asking. He held his staff tightly, backing up against the wall and sliding down. There was no question about whether or not he would help. What had him so frightened was just where and when he was. Would North and the others still be around? What about the kids? And what about him? He couldn't fly!

His hands shook as he fought off another attack of anxiety and panic, could he even speak with Manny?

Jack was on his feet and racing out of the room before he knew it, barefeet slapping against the floor. He dodged other nurses and personnel with ease, jumping off the walls and probably scaring everyone in his path with his frantic running. If it wasn't flying, it was running that sometimes helped Jack calm down and think. Even if he would end up getting hopelessly lost in the process.

Like now, he was out of breath and exhausted and he was in a place he didn't recognize but, despite all that, he felt better and his thoughts slowed down so he could better think all this through. He fell back against the wall, sitting down and closing his eyes. Just calm down, Jack, and take it slow...

[ooc: Feel free to tag while he's in the room or on the run or for wherever he ends up when he finally stops running!]

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"Well, you're supernatural people. If Santa can get in and out everywhere, it sounds like he has powers. You protect people -- that it's a particular demographic of the population don't really make a difference. And you have a heroic-sounding team name." He ticked off each item on his fingers as he said them. "Hate you break it to you, kid, but you're a superhero. And I don't just mean by being here with the Legion."

It was pretty cut and dried. In his world, anyway.

"More like the yetis help him out a lot, also magic snow globes," Jack chuckled. Alright, he supposed he could concede to apparently being a superhero. The kids certainly likened them to heroes sometimes, especially after the latest fiasco with Pitch. Although Jack would argue the kids were the real heroes that time. "So how's a Winter Spirit like me supposed to be helpful to you guys? I was invisible before I arrived here. I'm not sure I can handle all the attention at once, y'know? I don't think I ever shook anyone's hand before until now."

How do you handle no one seeing you and suddenly everyone can? He almost had an anxiety attack when Jamie hugged him! He wasn't just invisible, he had been intangible too.

That made Rich's eyebrow twitch a bit in concern, but sometimes it was hard to tell if it was okay to dig into something to ask why. 'No one could see me before now' sounded like a possibly touchy subject.

So Rich tried instead to just reassure him.

"Everyone's got powers. Either what they had at home -- if they even had any at home -- or they get new ones. And it's the same gig as you and your friends protecting kids back home. The Legion protects people. There are a lot of nasty supervillains and criminals out there that try to hurt people and the Legion stops 'em and gets 'em tossed in the clink. It's your standard superhero gig."

He shrugged.

"But if there's other things you're dealing with beyond 'hey I'm a superhero now and people need help saving all of existence' that are throwing you off, the Legionnaires -- like the ones native to this universe that guide us -- they'll understand. Kid Quantum, the Legion Leader, you just let her know and she'll make sure you're not overwhelmed by anything. There's also a staff psychiatrist, if you need to talk to somebody. You know, like a professional."

Not that Rich ever used her but well, he was pretty much king of not listening to his own advice.

"The doc, she's used to these crazy stories. 'I died and came back to life.' Stuff like that. It happens in this line of work more than you'd think. The extremes."

A pause.

"And the rest of us, you can talk to us, too. There's a lot of good people on the team, and lots of us were already superheroes back home or come from crazy lives." He gave him a gentle smile. "You're gonna find that maybe things are confusing now, but you're at least going to be around a lot of people used to being confused, too."

Edited 2016-07-15 22:24 (UTC)

Jack held his staff close as he listened to Rich. He supposed having someone to talk to would be nice. Would have been nice for 300 years too but that was neither here nor there. He also should have realized that he wasn't the only one in this boat, he wasn't the only one pulled here so there were others who probably all had some of the same feelings he had. He wasn't the only one confused.

"Uh... Death is pretty permanent where I'm from, myself excluded. That might take a little getting used to," His grip tightened on his staff, adjusting the position to rest a bit more comfortably on his shoulder. He tapped it on the ground, watching the frost grow as he thought over everything. "But, I guess aside from that, it shouldn't be too bad. Bunny'd never believe me, though. Sandman would though, I think."

He frowned a little though, raising his hand to wave and craft a small snowflake. He sent it toward Rich, did his magic still work?. "I'm in a spacr station so that explains why I can't fly, but I'm also somewhere else entirely. How do I know if I can still do all the things I could before?"

Rich smiled at the snowflake, delighted. He held up his robotic hand, letting it land on his fingertip without getting damaged with the kind of precision that only came with having a robotic hand. The cool metal made it so it melted slower than it would've if it'd landed on his flesh and blood hand.

Slow enough that he could out make the intricate pattern before it melted.

"The Medbay probably has some scans of your powers, to help you figure out what ones you have in this universe, but there are also trainers here that help out with teaching you how to use them."

Jack couldn't tell if it was the mechanical hand or if his magic was different that, aside from the general reaction to what most people had with snowflakes, that Rich didn't react like most did with his snowflakes. It didn't worry him too much as he generally didn't rely too heavily on it. It didn't necessarily make people see him any faster after all.

"I don't really need training, I think it's almost all there. I just... Feel like I'm missing something. I'm not on the Earth, so it's like a void almost. I'm used to hearing Wind too." He probably had something limited since coming here, otherwise his emotions would have already caused a blizzard by now. If he tried, he probably could, but as of now, it was just frost. "I wonder if I could make frost bunnies again, or something like that..."

He was sure he didn't need training, but he didn't know the extent of his powers until the battle with Pitch. Maybe he should take up training, after all. At least test out what he could still do.

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