[Rl with KID!Nightmare]

[green_witch_w]

 If living one childhood wasn't painful enough, now Elphaba had to deal with another one. Their shark teeth were back, and her magic...was nearly vanished completely, and the few that reminded was even more uncontrollable than before.  She had to wear now the elf's clothes that jack gave her, because anything else fits her, at  least she managed to

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[darkmirror_vr2]

It was cold.

He had expected it would be of course, given the location, but the fact still earned the smallest of grumbles from the Corinthian as he zipped his jacket up high as it could go. The pint-sized nightmare then looked around the area as he tried to find his reason for being there; you don't tell someone like him to not do something and expect him to actually listen. There was just no fun in that! And pissing the little witch off was always fun.

Speaking of....it was a good thing there weren't many green people in the world. It made finding her a fair bit easier.

[green_witch_w]

Elphaba looked out of the window, tired of being hiding. Not just hiding from the other elves or mother nature, but hiding from everything. The witch hunter, the wizard, her old friends, if she ever had them. She was tired of feeling trapped.

A noise was heard beside her and she turned back to see her flying broom, floating at mid air. It looked as nervous as her. It was because the broom was been still for along time too.

Elphaba smirked, revealing her pointy teeth. it was time for a ride. Maybe she will be able to find Jack first and drag him with her, even if he hated flying with the broom.

[wannabesanta]

Frost was tracking though the snow, in shorts, and rolled up sleeves, and did I mention bare feet? Being shorter wasn't all that great, but getting out of the village would do him some good and if his powers decided to go wild, they could out here at the very least. However, the North wind howled that he was not at the very least alone. Keeping alert and on his toes, Frost stared around, as his matted hair blew backwards, and pointy ears twitching...

[darkmirror_vr2]

Realization one of this particular North Pole: the brightness and the colors were almost headache inducing, and the nightmare almost regretted leaving his sunglasses back in the Dreaming. Not that they would have done much good anyway, big as they were now.

Corinthian kept mostly to the outskirts of the village, not feeling keen on drawing the attention of the actual residents. He wasn't there for a fight after all. Merely to prove a point. And with that, he leaned idly against the side of one of the buildings, and he waited. Someone would pick up on his presence at some point, right?