Chill JetMon. I was testing to see if anyone cared.
Forte: You can't deny THAT was evil.
Beelzemon: . just shut up and check the mail.
Forte: You're on the.
Beelzemon: THE REAL MAIL NUMB NUTS!!!!!!!!!!
Forte: . First off, robots don't HAVE nuts. Second, what are you expecting?
Beelzemon: . I ordered something from the Internet. Castlevania: White Night Concerto.
Forte: . Um. The name here in the states is Castlevania: Harmony of Dissonance. Furthermore, I was sure it had to do with your Digimon magazines.
Beelzemon: .
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Max resorted to an old trick to deal with Dana. Pretending she wasn't home. She waited for what seemed like forever, and then Dana finally gave up and left, saying something about checking at Terry's. Max sighed, and then noticed Terrance crawl out the window. She got to it in time to see him scale down the wall, and get away. She also couldn't rush out or she'd pass Dana and..
"Slag it."
Batman wasn't fairing as well as he thought he would. Slash was surprisingly fast with such a massive sword. He tried to tackle Slash, and got hammered by the side of the sword, giving him a heck of a headache. This could take a while since he couldn't think clearly now.
Somewhere between Max's apartment and where Slash was fighting Batman, a figure clad in blue tights with an ice pattern on them was skating around the street. Only on the ice he was creating as he slid his feet along the ground.
"Today, Gotham, is what I like to call a cold front, brought to you by little old me."
To top off his get up, he was wearing cloth shoes, and a blue hat with a silver bell at the end. This part of town was never a good one, and he knew it.
". I wonder if Slash is done testing Batman. Or if he forgot it was a test."
Then he noticed a blur of blue go by.
". Must have been something I froze. I am skating around in circles."
Then he saw a little girl come out to look. She seemed amazed and impressed at his skating, and how easily it came to him without skates. He noticed she was cuddling a teddy bear, and was wearing slightly dented glasses. Her clothes were tattered, but still maintained decency. He also noticed the bruises. He was a mercenary, but despite him always giving cold receptions, he didn't have a heart of ice. He slid over to her.
"Hello little girl. What's your name?"
"."
"Come now, you don't have to be shy around Jack Frost."
Then he gently touched her glasses, and frost formed on them in less than five seconds. She giggled.
"Melissa."
"You might want to go back home. your mother must be worried about you."
". My mother is dead."
Jack frowned.
"I'm sorry to hear that. what about you fath."
She became hysterical.
"NO!!!!! PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME BACK TO HIM!!!!!!!!!"
Jack only became more upset. He never could understand why parents could be so mean to their children. Then he had an idea.
"Take me to him, and I'll see if I can change his ways. he beat you, didn't he?"
She nodded.
"And my brothers and sisters."
Now Jack was completed mortified.
"He makes us drink or sniff some weird stuff first, and we see weird things that hurt us."
"Say no more. Just take me to him."
Jack had seen a low of humanity lower than being a hired killer. He had seen parents that abuse their kids. He saw this before, but never at such an extreme. When they got to a run down home, the man that was apparently Melissa's father came out and spanked her.
"Don't run off like that again!!!!!!!!"
Jack grabbed his wrist, and froze the joint, preventing its use.
"You'd better learn to behave, because I'm always watching."
"And who the hell are you? Jack Frost?" He asked, probably guessing from the get up.
"Well it's nice to know some grown ups still believe in me. Now I demand you take GOOD care of your children, or I'll take them away from you, and see to it they get a good home."
Jack saw Melissa's siblings look out to see what was going on. Then he caught the man's fist, and formed a thick layer of ice on it.
"WHAT THE?????"
Jack didn't want to give a bad example to the kids. Instead of freezing him solid, which would kill him, he froze his feet to the ground, and his hands together. It'd melt soon enough in this weather. Then he rounded up the kids, and began to lead them to an orphanage.
Batman was lying on the ground in pain, and Slash raised his lead sword to cut Batman in half. Then the sword heated up fast, and he let go off it. His hands had nasty burns on them.
"WHAT HAPPENED?????????"
Then he wrapped the handle of his sword with cloth from his shirt, and carried it as he left, unable to wield it with such burns. Then Terrance licked Batman's face.
"Ugh. I'm up. and thanks for the save.."
Batman saw that Terrance had breathed fire on Slash's sword. Then he looked at Terrance, and could swear he was smiling.
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Forte: . What inspired Frosty?
Beelzemon: You mean Jack Frost? Well I.
Forte: I KNOW it wasn't for Batman Beyond.
Beelzemon: . No, I was going to put him in my Metal Gear fic, but putting him here shows his actual personality.
Forte: . Okay.. And your game wasn't in the mail.
(Beelzemon then pounds his head on the table.)
Forte: You can't deny THAT was evil.
Beelzemon: . just shut up and check the mail.
Forte: You're on the.
Beelzemon: THE REAL MAIL NUMB NUTS!!!!!!!!!!
Forte: . First off, robots don't HAVE nuts. Second, what are you expecting?
Beelzemon: . I ordered something from the Internet. Castlevania: White Night Concerto.
Forte: . Um. The name here in the states is Castlevania: Harmony of Dissonance. Furthermore, I was sure it had to do with your Digimon magazines.
Beelzemon: .
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Max resorted to an old trick to deal with Dana. Pretending she wasn't home. She waited for what seemed like forever, and then Dana finally gave up and left, saying something about checking at Terry's. Max sighed, and then noticed Terrance crawl out the window. She got to it in time to see him scale down the wall, and get away. She also couldn't rush out or she'd pass Dana and..
"Slag it."
Batman wasn't fairing as well as he thought he would. Slash was surprisingly fast with such a massive sword. He tried to tackle Slash, and got hammered by the side of the sword, giving him a heck of a headache. This could take a while since he couldn't think clearly now.
Somewhere between Max's apartment and where Slash was fighting Batman, a figure clad in blue tights with an ice pattern on them was skating around the street. Only on the ice he was creating as he slid his feet along the ground.
"Today, Gotham, is what I like to call a cold front, brought to you by little old me."
To top off his get up, he was wearing cloth shoes, and a blue hat with a silver bell at the end. This part of town was never a good one, and he knew it.
". I wonder if Slash is done testing Batman. Or if he forgot it was a test."
Then he noticed a blur of blue go by.
". Must have been something I froze. I am skating around in circles."
Then he saw a little girl come out to look. She seemed amazed and impressed at his skating, and how easily it came to him without skates. He noticed she was cuddling a teddy bear, and was wearing slightly dented glasses. Her clothes were tattered, but still maintained decency. He also noticed the bruises. He was a mercenary, but despite him always giving cold receptions, he didn't have a heart of ice. He slid over to her.
"Hello little girl. What's your name?"
"."
"Come now, you don't have to be shy around Jack Frost."
Then he gently touched her glasses, and frost formed on them in less than five seconds. She giggled.
"Melissa."
"You might want to go back home. your mother must be worried about you."
". My mother is dead."
Jack frowned.
"I'm sorry to hear that. what about you fath."
She became hysterical.
"NO!!!!! PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME BACK TO HIM!!!!!!!!!"
Jack only became more upset. He never could understand why parents could be so mean to their children. Then he had an idea.
"Take me to him, and I'll see if I can change his ways. he beat you, didn't he?"
She nodded.
"And my brothers and sisters."
Now Jack was completed mortified.
"He makes us drink or sniff some weird stuff first, and we see weird things that hurt us."
"Say no more. Just take me to him."
Jack had seen a low of humanity lower than being a hired killer. He had seen parents that abuse their kids. He saw this before, but never at such an extreme. When they got to a run down home, the man that was apparently Melissa's father came out and spanked her.
"Don't run off like that again!!!!!!!!"
Jack grabbed his wrist, and froze the joint, preventing its use.
"You'd better learn to behave, because I'm always watching."
"And who the hell are you? Jack Frost?" He asked, probably guessing from the get up.
"Well it's nice to know some grown ups still believe in me. Now I demand you take GOOD care of your children, or I'll take them away from you, and see to it they get a good home."
Jack saw Melissa's siblings look out to see what was going on. Then he caught the man's fist, and formed a thick layer of ice on it.
"WHAT THE?????"
Jack didn't want to give a bad example to the kids. Instead of freezing him solid, which would kill him, he froze his feet to the ground, and his hands together. It'd melt soon enough in this weather. Then he rounded up the kids, and began to lead them to an orphanage.
Batman was lying on the ground in pain, and Slash raised his lead sword to cut Batman in half. Then the sword heated up fast, and he let go off it. His hands had nasty burns on them.
"WHAT HAPPENED?????????"
Then he wrapped the handle of his sword with cloth from his shirt, and carried it as he left, unable to wield it with such burns. Then Terrance licked Batman's face.
"Ugh. I'm up. and thanks for the save.."
Batman saw that Terrance had breathed fire on Slash's sword. Then he looked at Terrance, and could swear he was smiling.
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Forte: . What inspired Frosty?
Beelzemon: You mean Jack Frost? Well I.
Forte: I KNOW it wasn't for Batman Beyond.
Beelzemon: . No, I was going to put him in my Metal Gear fic, but putting him here shows his actual personality.
Forte: . Okay.. And your game wasn't in the mail.
(Beelzemon then pounds his head on the table.)