Harry Potter, Harry, the most powerful spells leave marks on the blood of their creators. With the deathly hallows from his father and the death curse from his mother, could Harry Potter have ever been anything but the Master of Death?
Jack snarls and calls upon winter's cold wind. It answers as eagerly as ever, his one faithful companion after all this time. The torches' flames are snuffed; the Guardians recoil at the icy bite, for the most part. North stands his ground, but that's hardly surprising of one who makes his home at the North Pole.
Jack laughs, mocking and bitter. "Is this a joke?" he sneers. "Because your sense of humour could really use some work!"
"Is not joke," North hurries to assure. "You were chosen, Jack, by Man in Moon."
Jack laughs again, and there might be a hint of hysteria there, or even more than a hint, but Jack does not notice. After all, there has been no one to point out these things in more than four hundred years, in all of his memories.
"No, I really don't think so."
They're all frowning at him, but Jack does not care. He turns to leave.
"Jack," calls the Tooth Fairy, and flitters over to him, trailed by the Mini Teeth. Against his better judgement, he pauses. "Do you understand what it is we do?" she says, and gestures to a globe that glows with golden light.
Between them, Tooth and North explain that each light is a child that believes, a child to be protected. Jack just stares at him, his eyes flat, and their voices trail off. There is something almost... dead, about Jack's eyes.
"I don't care," he says, and his voice is as flat as the look in his eyes.
Bunny starts forward at that, all annoyance and aggression. "How can ya not care?" His fur is bristling.
Jack steps forward himself, baring his teeth. "Why else? Because I don't believe anymore!"
They stare in shock, eyes wide like they never considered such a possibility, and probably they never have.
Jack leaves without looking back, and lets the wind carry him far away.
He thinks as he flies, and slowly, so slowly, a little smile starts to form. He looks at the moon, and there is hate in his eyes. It is hate that has been slowly building to an inferno for almost four hundred years.
"What has you so worried, then?" he whispers. "What has you so worried that you'd try and make me a Guardian after all this time?"
He laughs again, and this time it is almost genuine, although the hate in his eyes is no less.
"Maybe I'll... help it along, whatever it is," he hisses. "Wouldn't that be fun, old friend?"
The Avengers, Steve, Spiderman existed already before he was found in the ice. So the question "Who is Spiderman?" is answered by his Team to various degrees (not all of them are helpful)
BtVS/Becker, Willy the Snitch/Bob + Becker + Buffy + Faith + any, Something bad went down at Willy the Snitch's bar that forced him to go on the run. He ran as far as New York, where he changed his name but not all of his ways. He now goes by Bob and calls a doctor his friend, but things are about to get ugly again for the boy. Two Slayers are after him. To help him, to hurt him, to get information? The choice is yours, but I would love to see Buffy and Faith have a run in with Becker! LOL
Angel/Labyrinth/RP/any, Lorne + Jareth + Fabio + any, Lorne often runs into interesting people while getting his nails done. Wouldn't mind this happening at Carol's salon, with Jean Luc present, from Step By Step, but it is by no means necessary.
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Date: 2013-06-29 05:15 am (UTC)Newsies (film), Jack Kelly, Pink's 'Runaway'
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Date: 2013-06-29 05:17 am (UTC)Newsies (film), author's choice of Jack/David or Racetrack/Spot, Hoobastank's 'The Reason'
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Date: 2013-06-29 05:17 am (UTC)Harry Potter, Harry, the most powerful spells leave marks on the blood of their creators. With the deathly hallows from his father and the death curse from his mother, could Harry Potter have ever been anything but the Master of Death?
(Tell me, have you ever seen eyes so green?)
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Date: 2013-06-29 05:18 am (UTC)Rise of the Guardians (2012), Jack (/Pitch?), Pitch makes his move a century later and by that time, Jack isn’t all that inclined to help save anyone
Your Lack of Faith
Date: 2013-06-30 01:27 am (UTC)And then there is music and torches and...
Jack snarls and calls upon winter's cold wind. It answers as eagerly as ever, his one faithful companion after all this time. The torches' flames are snuffed; the Guardians recoil at the icy bite, for the most part. North stands his ground, but that's hardly surprising of one who makes his home at the North Pole.
Jack laughs, mocking and bitter. "Is this a joke?" he sneers. "Because your sense of humour could really use some work!"
"Is not joke," North hurries to assure. "You were chosen, Jack, by Man in Moon."
Jack laughs again, and there might be a hint of hysteria there, or even more than a hint, but Jack does not notice. After all, there has been no one to point out these things in more than four hundred years, in all of his memories.
"No, I really don't think so."
They're all frowning at him, but Jack does not care. He turns to leave.
"Jack," calls the Tooth Fairy, and flitters over to him, trailed by the Mini Teeth. Against his better judgement, he pauses. "Do you understand what it is we do?" she says, and gestures to a globe that glows with golden light.
Between them, Tooth and North explain that each light is a child that believes, a child to be protected. Jack just stares at him, his eyes flat, and their voices trail off. There is something almost... dead, about Jack's eyes.
"I don't care," he says, and his voice is as flat as the look in his eyes.
Bunny starts forward at that, all annoyance and aggression. "How can ya not care?" His fur is bristling.
Jack steps forward himself, baring his teeth. "Why else? Because I don't believe anymore!"
They stare in shock, eyes wide like they never considered such a possibility, and probably they never have.
Jack leaves without looking back, and lets the wind carry him far away.
He thinks as he flies, and slowly, so slowly, a little smile starts to form. He looks at the moon, and there is hate in his eyes. It is hate that has been slowly building to an inferno for almost four hundred years.
"What has you so worried, then?" he whispers. "What has you so worried that you'd try and make me a Guardian after all this time?"
He laughs again, and this time it is almost genuine, although the hate in his eyes is no less.
"Maybe I'll... help it along, whatever it is," he hisses. "Wouldn't that be fun, old friend?"
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