[He sends the text directly in front of her, his feet drifting off the floor and into the air. In a seize of panic, he reaches out and grabs the doorframe to keep himself in place. With even more difficulty, he texts with one hand.]
[Minatsuki feels her watch go off, but doesn't immediately go to answer it---if only because now she's thinking back to her last encounter with Jack, inside the academic building.
In which she panicked and ran, like a coward. Like her mother. She swallows. We're actually right in front of you??---that had been what he texted her that day, right...?
(Even though she couldn't see him)
Minatsuki grits her teeth. One more vocal attempt, just to be sure---] Jean!
[There's no response. Minatsuki's eyes widen; maybe...just maybe...this was legit? She figures that even Jean wouldn't be this much of an ass if this were a prank---surely, he'd have jumped out by now and laughed at her. She finally takes up her watch again, and looks at the message.
She can't believe she's about to type this, but...]
riddle me this
how the FUCK did you turn invisible like that OTHER dumbfuck?
[There's a moment of hope when she opens the door. The tension of a seal about to be broken; the small chance that she might see him there.
But the seal never breaks and she never sees him. Jean's posture wilts with his hopes as he waits for her to look at him, type to him, talk to him, anything.
She doesn't disappoint.]
you can just talk i can heagr you
[truth be told, they were only a few feet away from each other. He gets to work writing a new message.]
other who els e has this
[and why haven't they shot themselves yet because he's really considering it.]
uh no i'll just look like an ass if i'm seen talking to thin fucking air. you got hands, you can type.
i think.
[Because she didn't quite know the full monty behind how this invisible/imaginary/spirit/god-knows-what thing worked. She thinks back to the mysterious audio message she'd received at the beginning of the week.
people seem to be playing the ol' switch-eroo with their powers!
Minatsuki furrows her brow sharply as she types:]
some dipshit named jack frost.
i think you ended up switching abilities with him, so...you're basically some kinda winter spirit or whatever. not everyone can see you.
[She really can't believe she's relaying all this with a straight face.
Yet what Murasa was saying about doubt and belief...could it be true?]
[There'd be question marks there if he knew how to get to them. Instead, he's just trying to think of who else would be able to see him. If it wasn't anyone from the squad, wasn't Mina–then who?]
why can some people see me do i have to do something
[Minatsuki sighs. Well, it's Jean, and she's fond of him in spite of how dumb he can be at times, so...maybe...if she, just this once, let herself believe...?
But how would she go about doing that...?]
people have to believe you exist. i've seen the dumbass in action, so...he's definitely a real person behind the texting.
that being the case, i'm gonna try and see if i can get myself to see you. gimme a sec.
[And she closes her eyes, tying to recall what she saw in the academic building, and cross-referencing that with memories of Jean.
[Minatsuki feels her watch go off in her hand and promptly groans in annoyance. Seriously? She opens her eyes, huffs loudly, and is about to type up something deeply witty along the lines of GODDAMMIT JEAN HOLD ONTO YOUR DAMN HORSES---OH BUT WAIT I GOTTA DO THAT SHIT DON'T I???, until she looks up to glare straight ahead where she assumes he is---]
Wha...
[---And there he is. She blinks once. Twice. Thrice.
He's still there. Her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape, she strides up to him and pulls at his cheek.]
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ACTIOOOOON
[He sends the text directly in front of her, his feet drifting off the floor and into the air. In a seize of panic, he reaches out and grabs the doorframe to keep himself in place. With even more difficulty, he texts with one hand.]
im righ t here
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In which she panicked and ran, like a coward. Like her mother. She swallows. We're actually right in front of you??---that had been what he texted her that day, right...?
(Even though she couldn't see him)
Minatsuki grits her teeth. One more vocal attempt, just to be sure---] Jean!
[There's no response. Minatsuki's eyes widen; maybe...just maybe...this was legit? She figures that even Jean wouldn't be this much of an ass if this were a prank---surely, he'd have jumped out by now and laughed at her. She finally takes up her watch again, and looks at the message.
She can't believe she's about to type this, but...]
riddle me this
how the FUCK did you turn invisible like that OTHER dumbfuck?
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But the seal never breaks and she never sees him. Jean's posture wilts with his hopes as he waits for her to look at him, type to him, talk to him, anything.
She doesn't disappoint.]
you can just talk i can heagr you
[truth be told, they were only a few feet away from each other. He gets to work writing a new message.]
other who els e has this
[and why haven't they shot themselves yet because he's really considering it.]
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i think.
[Because she didn't quite know the full monty behind how this invisible/imaginary/spirit/god-knows-what thing worked. She thinks back to the mysterious audio message she'd received at the beginning of the week.
people seem to be playing the ol' switch-eroo with their powers!
Minatsuki furrows her brow sharply as she types:]
some dipshit named jack frost.
i think you ended up switching abilities with him, so...you're basically some kinda winter spirit or whatever. not everyone can see you.
[She really can't believe she's relaying all this with a straight face.
Yet what Murasa was saying about doubt and belief...could it be true?]
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[There'd be question marks there if he knew how to get to them. Instead, he's just trying to think of who else would be able to see him. If it wasn't anyone from the squad, wasn't Mina–then who?]
why can some people see me do i have to do something
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[Minatsuki sighs. Well, it's Jean, and she's fond of him in spite of how dumb he can be at times, so...maybe...if she, just this once, let herself believe...?
But how would she go about doing that...?]
people have to believe you exist. i've seen the dumbass in action, so...he's definitely a real person behind the texting.
that being the case, i'm gonna try and see if i can get myself to see you. gimme a sec.
[And she closes her eyes, tying to recall what she saw in the academic building, and cross-referencing that with memories of Jean.
This might take a few minutes.]
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can yoju sese me
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Wha...
[---And there he is. She blinks once. Twice. Thrice.
He's still there. Her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape, she strides up to him and pulls at his cheek.]
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Ow! Ow! What the hell!
[Smacking that hand away, thank you very much.]
Here I was gonna say I was glad you could see me.
[Rubbing at his cheek, frowning and seriously rethinking that previous rejoice.]
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(For the record, it makes you feel even dumber when you can't really deny it all, having seen it with your own two eyes.)
For that reason, Minatsuki tosses Jean the most bland of looks.]
Yeah? Well, actually, I am fucking glad I can see you now---
[And with that, uses her other hand to pull at his other cheek, yeah, fight her.]
---Because I don't have to deal with you freaking the hell out. Now...
[She gives one more yank before she finally lets go, crossing her arms thereafter.]
...Can you do the ice shit, too? It might come in handy.