Act III
Spring
Jack grumbled irritably, tugging at his- currently- lime-green hair with purple dyed fingers, "Stupid Kangaroo."
"Purple skinned, green haired, blue eyed..." Jackson felt the need to remark. "My, Jackie, what a looker you are."
Jack scowled before smirking, "And why, pray tell, are you paying attention to my looks Jackson?"
"Vain snowflake." Jackson muttered after a moment of silence.
"Who are you talking to?" A soft female voice asked. Jack whirled, feeling Jackson's suprise, and spied a twelve year old girl with flowing pink hair and vibrant green eyes. "You know talking to yourself is a sign of insanity?"
"Insanity," Jackson mused, "I think she has you pegged."
'You're the one who said you were real!' Jack shot back mentally before speaking to the girl, "How would you know the signs of insanity?"
The girl blinked, but ignored the retort, "Who are you?"
"I know," Jackson answered. "But I never said you were sane."
'...Shut up..' Jack mentally grumbled before answering. "Jack Frost, wh-"
"I thought the Winter Shephard would look more...winter-y.." the girl said.
"Winter-y?" Jackson repeated with amusement.
Jack glared at nothing for a moment, just so the other could feel his ire, before saying. "I had a run in with the Easter Kangaroo. Who are you?"
"You mean Bunny did this to you!?" The girl exclaimed in shock. "But he's so nice!"
"Nice?" Jackson snorted. "The only nice he'll be is nice and tender."
'..that is a disturbingly canibalistic thought.' Jack mused, "You know the Kangaroo?"
"Of course," the girl said.
"Is it?" Jackson asked. "I didn't know you were a Kangaroo also."
'I'm not, but we're both spirits.' Jack answered.
"I am Iris Bloom, the Spirit of Spring." The girl continued. "So I know Bunny fairly well."
"True.." Jackson allowed. "But isn- wait. She's who?"
'The spirit of spri-' Jack responded before the introduction hit him. "You're the spirit of spring?"
"Yes." The girl nodded.
"She just said that." Jackson pointed out.
'Shut up, you had the same reaction.' Jack scowled. "How many are there?"
"Season spirits?" Iris asked. "As many as there are season of course."
"Jack..." Jackson started.
Jack nodded mentally, 'We are going to find out who the others are.'
"Definately." Jackson agreed.
Review Reply: Currently this is a story of one-shot ficlets, sort of. Keep in mind that they are taking place around one hundred years before everything happens- for those of you whom read the books, this story is entirely movie based. There is, however, a definate plot for when that time comes, at which point these ficlets may- because where's the fun if I out right tell you?- have significance in the on comming plot.