Rise of the Guardians

So, I'm sure that most of you who would click on this know what this story is. At the moment I'm not going to make a nice intro, I'll just say this: Any old legendary people can be guardians, but they'll have to defend against Pitch and the Grim Reaper, so good luck!

Ill post my skellies later. I got Grim, Tooth, and Cupid. Bunny if we don't get a bunny. Id be willing to give away Tooth if someone takes her, I'm just trying to cover all of the holes.

Can I have Jack and Sandy?

Yes~

Grim

The dark streets of the town were almost comforting. I could feel, if just for a moment, that there was no one within the little houses littering the area. That there wouldn't be any annoying voices that hurt my ears, and that there wouldn't be anyone to be scared of me.

Well, to be scared of me they had to believe, which was very few and far between. After all, how many kids honestly believed in the Grim Reaper, tell me that?

Stopping in the middle of the street, I allowed a small smile to come to my lips. Perhaps I should fix that little problem these people had with my existence. It would be very hard to ignore my existence if there was proof. The smile turned wry as the thought crossed my mind.

Perhaps if the people wanted to fear me, I should let them. Being feared was better than being forgotten. I would rather have someone run away at the sight of me than walk through me as if I'd never existed.

"It's almost time..."

Jack walked along the wires of the telephone poles, the chords freezing under his feet. He saw a figure below him and stopped. Reply hooded figure? Not Halloween? Never a good sign.

He twirled his staff in his hand and jumped down to the ground, is landing silent.

"Almost time for what, if you don't mind me asking." A smile pulled at his lips and he grabbed against his staff, looking at the figure.

Grim

For a moment I simply gazed at the figure that had suddenly dropped in front of me. A second later, however, I pulled my robe closer to my body and tugged my hood down further over my face. My black hair was peaking out from the sides, but I didn't care about that as much as I could have.

How should I respond to this person?

It's almost time for me to fix this world that has forgotten that they should at least fear me?

It's almost time for me to remind the guardians that I exist?

It's almost time that I get what I deserve after so many years of just watching things?

"... time for a strange person to appear and ask me what time it is," I muttered finally, keeping my voice even.

"So, you look like an unlikely figure to be seeing in these parts. Must say I love the sythe. Very interesting." He took a few steps, his staff held loosely at his side. "I'm Jack. Jack Frost. You have probably never heard of me. You probably aren't human because most of them can't see our hear me."

Grim

My eyes studying Jack from beneath the shelter of my hood, I simply sighed silently before giving the hood another firm tug.

"... Grim Reaper."

"Nice to meet you, Grim. Is it ok if I call you Grim?“ Jack smiled at her, leaning against the staff.

Grim

I simply stared at him for a moment before responding.

"...yes."

He wasn't concerned with the whole me being the Grim Reaper thing?

"Great. So, Grim, what are you up to?" He ran his hand down the frozen staff and flakes of snow came off it, a frost pattern starting in the ground where it rested.

Grim

"...I am walking."

Like I could really explain to him the whole 'deciding how to take down the Guardians' thing.