a... chilly reception :] {open}

[Jack Frost]

Jack Frost was pretty good at getting to places quickly. Controlling the wind to bring him places used to be difficult to do, but that was back when he was just learning how to use his powers. Now it was easy to make the wind bring him somewhere. Most of the time, he didn't even know where he was going. Such was the case when Jack Frost entered Storybrooke, a town that seemed normal enough to the Winter Spirit soaring over it. Jack slowed down and began to descend, soon landing on a sidewalk. After landing, he looked around the town to see if there were anything interesting. A little bit of looking around made him notice something weird - people were staring at him. Like, really giving him weird looks and not just looking at the place where he was. That wasn't... normal. Most people didn't even believe in him, so they couldn't see him, this town shouldn't have been any different from everyone else. But it just couldn't be everyone suddenly giving the spot he was standing on a weird look.

It occurred to him that these people actually could see him. But that was impossible, unless they actually believed in him. Jack turned around to see if they were looking at something behind him. The only thing there was an old building. Jack looked around at everyone. They were definitely looking at him. Some of them had moved on but others were a bit confused by him just flying into the town. That part made sense {flying wasn't exactly the most normal thing in the world} but it still didn't make sense that people could see him. Jack decided that it didn't really matter how people could see him. What mattered was that people could see him now. Jack waved to the few remaining people. "Hey, there." He finally spoke. Some of the people waved back to him and left, a few others walked away muttering things. He could have sworn he heard some of them muttering to themselves about magic.

Being seen was definitely great, but it was also kind of a problem. How was he supposed to bring Winter and stuff if everyone could see what he was doing? Jack decided to just do what he'd always done. The wind picked up, lifting Jack up into the air and sending him down the street. Jack let his staff drag along the ground, making a thin layer of frost cover the road. He landed on the top of a building and looked down. The people down there were just confused. Some of them had slipped, dropping whatever they were holding, and others were just glaring angrily up at him. Jack chucked to himself, amused by his own winter-y antics. Jack tapped his staff on the roof he was standing on. Frost spread from the bottom of the staff, eventually covering the roof entirely. By this point, people were just confused and probably a little bit angry. With the wind's help, Jack flew into the air again. As he flew, snow started falling. By the time he reached the next roof in Storybrooke, the snow was already starting to pile up on the ground.

[Steve Rogers]

Steve was walking down the street, from the store, carrying a small paper bag of food as he headed back to the Inn. It has been a month since he arrived here and he fell in love with the place after a few days. He had made some friends, Henry the son of Regina, the mayor of Storybooke, being the main person. Others included Regina, although it was in passing that he saw her, and Ruby, who worked at the restaurant in town. Of course there was Granny, who ran the Inn and Restaurant. He helped them as needed, mainly doing odd jobs. But most of the time, he spent it sitting in the restaurant or in the park, watching, listening and drawing in his book. Today, he decided to do something nice for Granny and Ruby, a surprise for them. He was going to try his hand at cooking, and he was no expert at that.

As he walked, he nodded to people, but said little unless he was talked too, and he looked around as he took a breath and felt the cold air in his throat and he blinked a few times. There was a cold front coming, but it was still a few days away from Storybooke, plus, this cold just arrived all of the sudden. What was even more interesting, was that he saw people looking in a general direction, and muttering about some kid flying. He turned and looked, not seeing anyone there, but still listened. He asked one of the people near him what they were looking at and he was told some kid arrived and took off. What was even more interesting, was that he flew in, and than down the street.

Looking in the direction, Steve saw the streets start to frost over and blinked. "I have never seen that happen before," he says as his eyes track the path and he looks around. Thinking, he moves down the street, with the frost, and he stops, helping people up as he looks at the ground and touches it. "Frost..." he says simply as he looks down the street and notices the roof acquire frost, and than the start of snow.

Thinking, Steve looks around, trying to see if he can spot whatever is causing this, and he does not see Jack, yet. Since he does not believe in things like that, since he is from a different time. "Ok, whoever is doing this, show yourself," he says, as he moves over towards the building that Jack was on and looks up at it, hoping to get the person behind this to appear if he is hidden. His mind and body gets ready for whatever or whoever appears, and he is not scared. He has been in a lot worst conditions, and this is nothing new, or as far as he can tell.

Right now, he stands in the middle of the frost covered street, listening and looking with his eyes as the snow comes down. He cannot see Jack, as Jack is not on the ground or in the direction he is looking, but is flying down the street. However, Steve does look up at the sky, maybe to see who or what is causing this, since it is uncommon to have something like this happen so fast. At least in his mind it is.

OOC: Fixed Bob.

[Mithos]

Was that... ice magic?

Mithos frowned. The mana flow was different, not manipulating what was present but rather originating from a single source. And a powerful one. Were there Summon Spirits, then? Regina had not mentioned them, but then, he had not wanted to dig for information too quickly. That would have been too suspicious.

Something like this warranted taking a better look. It was true that many of the people in Storybrooke weren't all that friendly towards him - he had, after all, returned with Regina - but their attitudes were that of suspicious strangers. They did not hate him for being a half-elf, but only because they had no idea that he was one. To think that this world didn't have that kind of discrimination... but it too seethed with hatred, as he had discovered on his own journeys to learn what he could. No matter that it was a different world - humans were always the same.

Still, now wasn't the time for mulling over that. His plans were still in disarray, and if this really was a Summon Spirit, meeting would it would benefit him greatly. Leaving the house, he ignored the people milling around on the streets, focusing instead on the frost that traced patterns on the street, and the snow that was falling rather heavily. Not feeling the cold that doubtless came with the weather, he headed instead for the source, who was flying low over the street. It - or perhaps he - looked a little like Celsius, though with much lighter hair and without the same presence that she and the other Summon Spirits had. Perhaps this one was just younger? Or perhaps it was a case of differences in worlds. After all, even his mana signature was different.

"Er... hello?" he called out. "Sorry, but what... who are you?" It was important to be courteous - besides, he was still pretending to be a child, after all.

Doubtless, he looked cold, dressed only in his usual tunic and without a coat - but he had long since rid himself of the weaknesses and fragility that normal beings had. Hopefully no one would accost him for it - having people bother him was one of more annoying parts of acting as old as he looked.

[Jack Frost]

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The roof Jack landed on just happened to be right behind someone. Looking the guy over, Jack didn't see anything that look too different from a normal person. So, there wasn't any reason not to have a bit of fun with him right? Jack chuckled mischievously as he used his ice powers to form a snowball in his hand. The Winter Spirit took aim with his snowball and was just about to throw it when he was interrupted him by calling out. Jack turned his head to see who had called out to him. Standing there was a kid who looked about fourteen asking him who he was. Jack tossed the snowball over his shoulder, having no use for it now. Someone was actually talking to him! This was the first time this had happened for a long time besides the other Guardians and Jamie's friends.

Jack flew off of the roof and landed in the street, giving a short wave to the guy he was going to throw a snowball at. He should probably be a little bit more careful with what he did now that everyone could see him. It was definitely going to be a lot harder bringing winter when everyone could see who it was that threw a snowball at them or froze their car windows. Jack started off towards Mithos. He was pretty excited about actually having a conversation with someone he didn't have to convince that he was real. Sure, it was great talking to Jamie and his friends but this time it was just such an actually normal conversation. Jack was kind of excited about this, even though it was something so average as a regular conversation with someone on the street.

"The name's Jack Frost." He replied, looking the kid over. He wasn't exactly wearing winter clothes. "You sure you should even be out here? You're not exactly dressed for the weather." Jack's first question may have seemed innocent enough, but he was really just asking so he could gauge whether or not he should throw a snowball at him (or something like that) or help him get back to wherever he lived. "What's your name, by the way?"

[Steve Rogers]

Steve looked at the boy who landed and saw the snowball in his hand. Watching, the boy, he walked over to another who had arrived and the two started talking. Having his good hearing, he heard the name of the white haired boy, Jack frost. Steve looked around and grinned as he walked towards the two. "Interesting power you have there," he says to the two of them as he approaches. Stopping not far from them he looks at each, judging them and measuring them up before he studies Jack as he looks at him.

"I take it that there is a reason for you to be placing frost, snow and ice all over the town?" he asks Jack as he looks at Mithos. "And he is right son, you are not dressed for the cold, which goes the same for you, but I am sure you are use to it," he adds as he stands there, the sack of food in his hand as he listens to them.

[Mithos]

Jack Frost? The name wasn't familiar but it confirmed his own predictions - he had to be some sort of ice spirit. That wasn't as good as meeting a creator spirit but perhaps not all worlds had that. Obtaining something like the Eternal Sword would have fixed everything, but how likely was it for the conditions of every world to be exactly the same?

"It's nice to meet you, Jack," he said with a smile. "I'm Mithos." Almost immediately after that, a man chose to come over and begin talking, and Mithos kept smiling - though the expression was faint and hesitant. He was supposed to be an orphan, after all, and they were strangers. The man didn't seem to be unusual in any way by mana alone - he was not like Regina, who had her own magic, or Jack who radiated power. Strange that a Summon Spirit would choose such a human-like form, but it was hardly his concern what he looked like. As long as he could make a pact - if spirits worked like that here, at least.

But he had really forgotten how annoying it could be to masquerade as someone so young and helpless - he had to hold back from rolling his eyes as they both expressed concern over him being outside. He couldn't even feel the cold, and it couldn't hurt him - but it would do no good to tell them that.

"I... it's fine, really. I'm used to being outside when it's cold. It's not that bad," he said, scratching at the back of his head. Maybe they would even believe that - and he could maybe use his previous circumstances to earn some more sympathy here. "But... what are you doing here, Jack? I mean, you're... not human, right?" Why was a Summon Spirit running around and spreading ice and snow everywhere? It was completely at odds with the indifference he was familiar with. Celsius caused winter, but it wasn't like she needed to go anywhere or do anything - it was just a natural consequence of the mere fact that she existed.

This world was confusing.