Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 20:31:43 GMT -5
A week ago, before Rain and Sleet came into Snow's life there was a simple reason why he had attempted to hire any kind of baby sitter at all. It was to be his son's, Blizzard's, first birthday sometime over the next week and if there was one thing Snow was not about to let happen it was the latent outburst of his son's powers. At that time, he had not known exactly what they were, but he took it upon himself to take the whole thing seriously. He might soon have a soon who could walk around or even float and for that reason he wished to not have a berserk youngster causing him trouble in the home.
It was better to be prepared than not prepared and the reason was that even when they were walking young Icers definitely had the power to push their way through normal doors. This is what Snow found as he came home with a chocolate birthday cake for his son. He attempted to use a simple keypad scanner with his index finger to open his front door, but as he pushed against it he realized something was pushing back. He was carrying the cake in a large box and for this reason he could not use his hands to push down the door. Instead, he had to use his shoulder, but not even this could get his door open.
Putting down his cake, the Icer pondered if his finger print had not worked. So he scanned it again. When he used his hands to turn all the knobs and handles he could though he could only find that his door was not budging still. This made him mad, and a great frown appeared on his face. He thought about going into his Brute form to break down the door, but felt that might cause a commotion. Instead, he raised his power level ever so slightly to 8,000 and hoped not to crush the handle as he twisted it. As he brought his hand forward he could only feel the metal crunch under his increased might.
He sighed and heard a giggle on the other side of the door. Twisting the knob he now let the door swing open, picked up his cake, and let his frown become even more grim than it was. There behind the door was his son who was sitting on the floor smiling at him and clapping his hands. Snow see a white aura around his son and knew that the boy was playing around with new found powers.
Knowing this was dangerous, Snow stepped into his home, but did not yell at his son like his father Frost would have him. Instead he kicked his son in the chest and sent him flying like a big white kick ball past a lamp in the house and into a wall of the room beyond his home's entrance; leaving two large hole in it as he did. Snow listened carefully yet did not hear any crying. The kick had probably not killed his only child, but likely had knocked him out.
Snow then lowered his power level to its absolute minimum and shut the door. He would have a lot of work to do on the door, but for now he could give the walls a temporary fix until he found someone who could repair it for him. First though he set his son's birthday cake on a table in the house's living, which he had entered. He then followed the path along which he had kicked his son and found him stuck in the kitchen wall squirming astonishingly like a worm. Snow pulled his son out with one hand and used his eye beams to freeze the kitchen wall's cracks. He then left his son on a comfy chair in his living room as he walked back into it and used his eye beams to also freeze the wall in there. Cake would come much, much later in the coming days. Though day a repair man was needed. He looked around the room until he noticed he had left a communicator on the table next to the cake.
Walking over to it, he bent down and input a number, "This is Snow at the Beta Minor Resident #762. I broke my front door handle reprimanding my young son who locked me out of my house, and I also kicked him through two walls reprimanding him. Please send someone right away."
There was a small beep on the other end as an Arcosian with a heavy voice answered with a large laugh, "Bwah, ha, ha! You've got to be kidding me! Why just the other day I had to relocate someone's house because one of the little'uns around your area picked up and moved their house three blocks down. That's just pathetic... But I'll send someone right away..."
Snow grit his teeth at this and could only figure that even an Arcosian repairmen thought he was weak. "No matter," Snow told himself. "I'll pay this weakling fool all the same." At least he knew his son had developing powers. At the age of one his parents had told him Snow had trouble even lifting the smallest twigs. A few hours later Blizzard was put down for a nap and Snow and the Arcosian that was sent over spent this time repairing the house.
Snow had only wanted to settle with celebrating a happy birthday, but Snow's power and his son's own drastic power difference made him worry. He thought about this greatly as he paid the repairman and watched him leave. What if one day Snow hit another slump in training and there was no chance for him to get more power? He would need it in the coming days he knew. He was about to properly go back on active duty after being gone a while.
It was better to be prepared than not prepared and the reason was that even when they were walking young Icers definitely had the power to push their way through normal doors. This is what Snow found as he came home with a chocolate birthday cake for his son. He attempted to use a simple keypad scanner with his index finger to open his front door, but as he pushed against it he realized something was pushing back. He was carrying the cake in a large box and for this reason he could not use his hands to push down the door. Instead, he had to use his shoulder, but not even this could get his door open.
Putting down his cake, the Icer pondered if his finger print had not worked. So he scanned it again. When he used his hands to turn all the knobs and handles he could though he could only find that his door was not budging still. This made him mad, and a great frown appeared on his face. He thought about going into his Brute form to break down the door, but felt that might cause a commotion. Instead, he raised his power level ever so slightly to 8,000 and hoped not to crush the handle as he twisted it. As he brought his hand forward he could only feel the metal crunch under his increased might.
He sighed and heard a giggle on the other side of the door. Twisting the knob he now let the door swing open, picked up his cake, and let his frown become even more grim than it was. There behind the door was his son who was sitting on the floor smiling at him and clapping his hands. Snow see a white aura around his son and knew that the boy was playing around with new found powers.
Knowing this was dangerous, Snow stepped into his home, but did not yell at his son like his father Frost would have him. Instead he kicked his son in the chest and sent him flying like a big white kick ball past a lamp in the house and into a wall of the room beyond his home's entrance; leaving two large hole in it as he did. Snow listened carefully yet did not hear any crying. The kick had probably not killed his only child, but likely had knocked him out.
Snow then lowered his power level to its absolute minimum and shut the door. He would have a lot of work to do on the door, but for now he could give the walls a temporary fix until he found someone who could repair it for him. First though he set his son's birthday cake on a table in the house's living, which he had entered. He then followed the path along which he had kicked his son and found him stuck in the kitchen wall squirming astonishingly like a worm. Snow pulled his son out with one hand and used his eye beams to freeze the kitchen wall's cracks. He then left his son on a comfy chair in his living room as he walked back into it and used his eye beams to also freeze the wall in there. Cake would come much, much later in the coming days. Though day a repair man was needed. He looked around the room until he noticed he had left a communicator on the table next to the cake.
Walking over to it, he bent down and input a number, "This is Snow at the Beta Minor Resident #762. I broke my front door handle reprimanding my young son who locked me out of my house, and I also kicked him through two walls reprimanding him. Please send someone right away."
There was a small beep on the other end as an Arcosian with a heavy voice answered with a large laugh, "Bwah, ha, ha! You've got to be kidding me! Why just the other day I had to relocate someone's house because one of the little'uns around your area picked up and moved their house three blocks down. That's just pathetic... But I'll send someone right away..."
Snow grit his teeth at this and could only figure that even an Arcosian repairmen thought he was weak. "No matter," Snow told himself. "I'll pay this weakling fool all the same." At least he knew his son had developing powers. At the age of one his parents had told him Snow had trouble even lifting the smallest twigs. A few hours later Blizzard was put down for a nap and Snow and the Arcosian that was sent over spent this time repairing the house.
Snow had only wanted to settle with celebrating a happy birthday, but Snow's power and his son's own drastic power difference made him worry. He thought about this greatly as he paid the repairman and watched him leave. What if one day Snow hit another slump in training and there was no chance for him to get more power? He would need it in the coming days he knew. He was about to properly go back on active duty after being gone a while.
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