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[firstroar]

Date & Time: 1/23 close to evening
Location: up very high to start, and then...???
Characters: Jack Frost, Soldier Blue Blue-1
Summary: you know those things where Wile E. Coyote runs off a cliff and then stops running and stands there for like 3 seconds and then looks down and then looks at the camera and then plummets??
Warnings: ¯\(°_o)/¯

Soldier Blue veered past a taller building, then up to clear them all, seeking out the notions and reverb of familiar hearts. Within the same breath, Blue-1 had somehow flailed free of his restraints and launched himself away from the machine.

His tumble from the exam table to the floor had become quite far. Nothing but cold, empty air, no supports, no sounds but blasting wind tearing all bearing from the boy's mind. Had he not been suddenly falling from some unknown height, he might have been more amazed the pain – and the equipment that had been causing it – had vanished. The laboratory, too, but first things first.

He was falling very far and very fast, and even registering that seemed near impossible. He did what most people would do: He screamed in blind panic. Unlike the rest, though, his scream was not restricted to sound alone, but pierced through nearby (and growing nearer) minds open and unguarded to psychic noise. Glowing the color he was named for, he twisted and flailed, unable to think a thought sharp enough to make himself stop.

I'm going to die!

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[frorn]

Jack had been spending a lot of time up in the sky since their return to Exsilium. One of the reasons being that, after getting stuck in unbearable heat for a week where he had nowhere to go, it just felt good to have some of that freedom back. Another being that the clouds were particularly stubborn about the rain thing and required more attention than normal when he was making it snow. If he stopped coaxing the wind to grow colder for too long, the snow started turning to rain. Rain destroyed all his hard work and wasn't nearly as fun as snow, so naturally Jack was having none of that.

He was high up above, getting the temperature to drop when the sound of screaming reached his ears first. That alone was startling enough, no one was ever up this high, but then he turned and saw a figure plummeting down and the scream reached right into his mind. He nearly dropped his staff as he clutched his head in both surprise and pain. An uncomfortable lot of people seemed to be able to just speak directly into minds here and Jack would have complained, but with how fast the glowing figure was falling, there wasn't any time for that.

Doing his best to ignore the screaming in his head, he followed suit without a second thought. Gravity did most of the work in letting him catch up with what seemed to be a white-haired kid, but it was only thanks to an extra push of the wind that he could actually catch up and fly past the boy. He turned his body in mid-air so he could catch him. They're getting close to the ground now and it's all happening so fast Jack doesn't even have the time to consider the possibility that the boy might pass through him, which luckily, he doesn't because next thing Jack knows he has an armful of flailing teen.

"Take it easy, I gotcha!"