Never growing bored of it, Jack had continued to play with the cat he had found, finding new ways to confuse the poor thing; using one had to distract it while he came in for the attack with his other one. It had only taken a few tries of that before the tabby had rolled onto his back and looked up to the spirit. “Bored?” he’d ask, a light chuckle escaping him. And, as if in response to the question, the cat gave a small mew before yawning. Heh. Jack reached down to lightly pet at the cat’s belly before moving both hands to quickly pick it up and hold it to his chest. There was the initial mewl of protest, but once it was settled, the purring began. Chuckling once more, Jack had glanced over to the shop…and it seemed to be just in time. For when he looked over, he had seen his partner exiting with a bowl. Carefully moving one hand from the cat, he lifted it to wave over to the other spirit to show him where he had wandered off to.
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Because Pitch realised that snapping the crook would actually physically hurt Jack enough to make him SCREAM and subsequently revels in his pain, KICKS HIM WHILE HE’S DOWN by slamming him into a wall and traps him down a (Currently) inescapable crevice, and then, to frigging add insult to injury, drops the broken remains of his only possession for the last three hundred years down there with him. Jack is just a powerless as a regular child in that moment and his fear and misery must be absolutely DIVINE to Pitch.
Let me drive this home: Pitch ENJOYED dropping an injured, defenceless boy down a gorge to probably DIE ALONE (Since he probably presumes Baby Tooth is dead) because he was BITTER, and then tormented Jack with a symbol of his lost power. Nice, Pitch, NICE…
I might just be a little melodramatic, but that’s what he did.
If Pitch was smart, he would have left it top side, but luckily he enjoyed hurting Jack too much to let a stupid little thing like logic stop his own twisted sense of fun.))
WAI?! wai would you do that to me?
what a lot of people don’t understand about Pitch, yes he’s horrible, and everyone keeps blaming his past, saying that he did what he did for a good reason,
BUT YOU PEOPLE KEEP FORGETTING HE’S ENJOYING IT.
HE’S NOT JUST DOING THIS FOR REVENEGE, HE’S ENJOYING HURTING PEOPLE, HE ENJOYED KILLING SANDY, HURTING JACK, NEARLY KILLING THE GUARDIANS
HE LIKED IT!
Oh gods are people finally paying attention to that? Is it FINALLY getting noticed that Pitch doesn’t JUST want to be believed in, that there is a darker sense behind it? I can praise everything that is good in this world.
Sometimes, with this scene, I like to entertain the thought of Pitch going back there, ONLY to wait till Jack has become completely weakened and put up the offer once again.
Because just look at how he tried to convince him before.
BY ATTEMPTING TO WEAKEN JACK MENTALLY. He tried to break this kid in order to get him to join him. He ran him around his lair, taunting him, berating him, taking the ONE GOOD THING Jack had in 300 years and tearing it from under his feat and placing all of his fears out in front of him.
So he could have a powerful ally.
Let’s face it. Yes, Pitch didn’t want to be alone any longer, but also, he would have NEVER considered trying to get Jack on his side lest he saw just how powerful he was. Jack only mattered in that instance where he threw out the frost lightning that completely threw Pitch out of the sky. THEN and only then was he interested.
But then again, he might not have gone back for him since he believed breaking Jack’s staff rendered him useless.
Jack’s lips pursed a bit at the voiced realization from his partner. Sure, he liked being told…but sometimes he didn’t believe it, and even if he did, well…he really couldn’t think of a reason why it was bad. Hearing those things did provide him with that special feeling and all.
Though a thought would come to mind just after, causing a sly sort of smirk to appear on his lips. And, bringing his staff up, he’d tap his head, a small snowflake appearing above it just as a lightbulb would appear above a characters head in children’s cartoons when an idea happened. Not a moment later it had broken into tiny pieces, causing it to snow over the spirit, though his smirk still remained.
Jack’s eyes practically lit up when the other spirit had guessed it right. Maybe signaling like this wouldn’t be so bad. Then again, Froyo always seemed to know what was on his mind, so maybe that was why he was able to guess like that. Either way, Jack would give a small nod in response. Gripping at his staff thereafter, the spirit leaned over onto it, a sort of defeated look about him. Not talking for two days…he really wasn’t sure if he could do that. Well, he had to…he just wasn’t going to like it.
At the excitement of his brother, Jack’s lips turned down in irritation before parting to yell at the other spirit. But of course nothing came. Nothing was going to come for another two days. Still, he couldn’t just let Jax go off the hook like that…as much as he would rather not get teased for the spell. Then again, he had teased Jax when it happened to him. Ehhh… Either way, before the glow from his staff could die down too much further, Jack had raised it up again before sending a few sparks towards his brother.
The moment that the fingers dug into his shoulders, Jack’s body immediately buckled down, trying to get away from them. And he had been hoping to turn around and freeze whatever…or whoever thought it was a good idea to do that, but before he could, he heard a strange noise in his ear. Jumping at the sound, Jack quickly gripped at his staff, bringing it around as he turned.
Glowing blue, the staff was raised at whatever had been behind him. Which…happened to be Jax. Rolling his eyes, Jack lowered his staff a bit, quelling his ice from shooting at his brother. Now normally he might have yelled at the other. Called him an ass or something. But because of this spell he was under…all he could do was glare at his brother.
A smirk that would tell the other spirit that he was right would come to Jack’s lips, then. Of course it was greyfaces, what else could have rendered him mute? He really needed to invest in some salt and just start carrying with it wherever he went. Maybe throwing it at the greyfaces when they tried their spells would help.
At the question, though, as a natural habit, Jack’s lips parted as he mouthed the word, “Yeah.” With a roll of his eyes, he simply gave a nod. And at the other question and the instructions, he held up two fingers. Ah…but that could mean two hours…two days…two whatever. So to try to show the other that it was two days, Jack let his staff rest to his shoulder to free up his other hand before holding them out, both palms facing each other as he brought them further apart. To him the gap represented days…but who knew if Froyo would understand.