007 ★ video [forward-dated to 24th, around 11 PM]

[goldilocked]

[there's the faint sound of a choir in the background. jack sounds as cheerful as he is usually. the light's faint, coming from the church next door, but jack is rolling snowmen - ]

Merry Yule, Siren's Port! I wonder if I'll see this Santa Claus chap tonight.

[ - an hour before midnight, right in front of the church's adjoining graveyard.]

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[cadaverdaddy]

[The wind shifts, and there's a soft flapping on cloth. A figure is seated, perched on one of the tombstones, his feet resting out in front of him, crossed at the ankle, as if supported by an invisible ottoman to his death chair. The process of refining these powers was slow, but they were very useful.]

You won't be seeing him if you stay out here in the dark, Kitten~ [The voice cracks a few times. A giggle floats on the breeze as Undertaker shifts, leaning back with nothing to support him.]

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[goldilocked]

[Jack turns, eyes widening, snow falling from his hands -- ]

Really? Aw.

[He looks nonplussed at the thin air apparently supporting Undertaker, coming up to him with cheeks flushed cold.]

What about you, then? Don't you want to see him?

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[cadaverdaddy]

[He pops up in the least desired of places, yes.

He tilts his head to the side, letting his hair wave in the breeze. His fingers rap lightly at the stone beneath him, watching the man approach. There's a dizzying feeling in his head, something like vertigo. He leans further back, until he is nearly perpendicular with the stone itself, head tipped to the sky.]

That would be fun wouldn't it~? [His voice dances as he looks back at Jack.]

So why the desire to make snowmen in the middle of the night, hmmmm?

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[goldilocked]

[Jack resists the urge to stare; what on earth is he doing what.]

Ah...[He shakes his head a little.] I don't...well, I don't want to spoil Ciel's Christmas.

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[cadaverdaddy]

... Spoil? Ho-ah~ [Aaaand there goes his control of his powers, and he falls back, popping onto his back into the snow behind the stone, his boots peeking up from the edge with a pleasant thud.]