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[color=ff4500]"Ouch!"[/color] The skater boy groaned when he felt the full force of the lady angel's staff on his and the pink-haired girl's head. Jackson had been struck one too many times in the head than he should have, but the force of that staff...thing hurt a lot more than it should have. Even after a few long, drawn-out moments, it still felt sore. [color=ff4500]"You know you could have just said 'no fowl language' without the need for violence."[/color] Jackson stuck his tongue out at the lady angel like the mature technical adult that he was.

He readjusted his attention on what was going on around the group. The angels had the talking stick and they mentioned how they, meaning Jackson and the others who were brought here against their will, had some potential. [color=ff4500]"Do you not realize how many times I've heard that one? Adults have been trying to tell me about how I haven't risen to my full potential all my life and it hasn't worked yet. Why would a few angels...sorry, Digimon?"[/color] He looked at the scary lady angel first. A familiar shivering feeling was felt down his spine. That was true fear and that lady was scary. [color=ff4500]"Anyway, sorry if I'm not willing to take your word for it."[/color] 

Jackson stretched, looking around. He didn't know about the rest of them, but he wasn't buying into this idea that they could have potential in them. Maybe Jackson was too much of a pessimist to believe it or just too stubborn to listen to any kind of adults, regardless if they had wings and a violent streak or not.[/indent][/indent]