Ahhh...to be sick and hve all the time to write, well, I guess, but I'd rather not be sick!
Duo: just get on with it, this story bugs me, Im dead!
Magic: not really
Duo: close enough
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This was a night to explore the darker underbelly of the human psyche. What secrets lie in the minds of your dear pilots, well, only time can truly tell what atrocities these youths will fully accomplish. With Duo's lack of soul, and gaining of immortal life, or Wufei's chimerical fae past, we have learned but a precious few of these secrets. So well kept, even under the most intense of pressure, these men did not tell a soul. But more, my friends, is yet to come, the others to, are not exempt from these telltale signposts of individuality.
Unable to disconcern the whereabouts of his friends, young Quatre Winner set out into the dirty streets of L2 to find them. A dangerous venture during the day, but only for the inhuman of suicidal in the dead of night. Streetwalkers and drug dealers owned this colony by night, yet the diminuitive Arabian did not seemed fazed by this. His blond hair shimmered surreally under the colored neon glow of the signs that marked out bars, or other places of intrest along the street. But this was not where he was headed, his steps carried him closer to the dense forest, currently occupied by a throughly distraught Chang Wufei. Time was on the side of the Arabian on this night, as he arrived only moments after the Chinese warrior had left, to return to the house.
No moonlight fell through the thick canopy of treeboughs overhead, a direct relation to the new moon that night. Carefully, he made his way to a rather secluded clearing he had discovered merely the afternoon before. Nearly no wildlife lived on L2, save for a few underfed pidgeons and scrawny, disease riddled rats. Quatre sighed as he sat down on a large rock, wishing with his entire being to be anywhere but this despicable colony. He looked once more down at his hands folded in his lap, and made up his mind with firm resolve. "I must.... but only for a short time." he said to himself in a soft voice, and he to began to change form. Slowly, from lack of practice, small pointed ears form, and in a matter of moments, really a very short time compaired to the drastic change that occured.
Sitting thoughtfully in the place the Arabian had once been, sat a small, pale gold-toned fox. Bright blue eyes peered out cunningly at all he saw, as his bushy tail brushed from side to side. If a fox could smile, he would have been, as he gave a sharp yip and took off into the forest. The pale Kitsune ran around the edges of the glade, sniffing everything, and looking quite an adorable sight in the lack of light. Dried leaves stuck to his short fur, as he jumped headlong into a pile of the fallen leaves. Bounding from place to place with an insatiable curiosity, smelling everything he came across, the little fox looked to be in seventh heaven.
But all too soon, the change must be reversed, as the young fox once again became a blonde youth. Sitting comfortably on the large, flat rock, he set about to the task of removing the leaves and grass from his blonde hair, the faintest of smiles tugging on his lips. Once he was satisfied that he looked quite himself again, he began the short trek back to the home he shared with the other pilots. Merely a Kitsune, and a young one, the fox-shifter kept his secret well. Enjoying what he could in life, he would change to his alter ego form, only when it was safe.
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ok, I know that was short, but hey, im trying, and the chapters focusing on only 1 cameo'd pilot ARE going to be a bit shorter than the others.
rundown of alternate forms and identities
Duo: vampire (Brujah ^the anarchists and rebels^)
Wufei: fae, or changeling (Dragon shift)
Quatre: Kitsune (fox shifter ^very smart and crafty^)
Duo: just get on with it, this story bugs me, Im dead!
Magic: not really
Duo: close enough
---===*===---
This was a night to explore the darker underbelly of the human psyche. What secrets lie in the minds of your dear pilots, well, only time can truly tell what atrocities these youths will fully accomplish. With Duo's lack of soul, and gaining of immortal life, or Wufei's chimerical fae past, we have learned but a precious few of these secrets. So well kept, even under the most intense of pressure, these men did not tell a soul. But more, my friends, is yet to come, the others to, are not exempt from these telltale signposts of individuality.
Unable to disconcern the whereabouts of his friends, young Quatre Winner set out into the dirty streets of L2 to find them. A dangerous venture during the day, but only for the inhuman of suicidal in the dead of night. Streetwalkers and drug dealers owned this colony by night, yet the diminuitive Arabian did not seemed fazed by this. His blond hair shimmered surreally under the colored neon glow of the signs that marked out bars, or other places of intrest along the street. But this was not where he was headed, his steps carried him closer to the dense forest, currently occupied by a throughly distraught Chang Wufei. Time was on the side of the Arabian on this night, as he arrived only moments after the Chinese warrior had left, to return to the house.
No moonlight fell through the thick canopy of treeboughs overhead, a direct relation to the new moon that night. Carefully, he made his way to a rather secluded clearing he had discovered merely the afternoon before. Nearly no wildlife lived on L2, save for a few underfed pidgeons and scrawny, disease riddled rats. Quatre sighed as he sat down on a large rock, wishing with his entire being to be anywhere but this despicable colony. He looked once more down at his hands folded in his lap, and made up his mind with firm resolve. "I must.... but only for a short time." he said to himself in a soft voice, and he to began to change form. Slowly, from lack of practice, small pointed ears form, and in a matter of moments, really a very short time compaired to the drastic change that occured.
Sitting thoughtfully in the place the Arabian had once been, sat a small, pale gold-toned fox. Bright blue eyes peered out cunningly at all he saw, as his bushy tail brushed from side to side. If a fox could smile, he would have been, as he gave a sharp yip and took off into the forest. The pale Kitsune ran around the edges of the glade, sniffing everything, and looking quite an adorable sight in the lack of light. Dried leaves stuck to his short fur, as he jumped headlong into a pile of the fallen leaves. Bounding from place to place with an insatiable curiosity, smelling everything he came across, the little fox looked to be in seventh heaven.
But all too soon, the change must be reversed, as the young fox once again became a blonde youth. Sitting comfortably on the large, flat rock, he set about to the task of removing the leaves and grass from his blonde hair, the faintest of smiles tugging on his lips. Once he was satisfied that he looked quite himself again, he began the short trek back to the home he shared with the other pilots. Merely a Kitsune, and a young one, the fox-shifter kept his secret well. Enjoying what he could in life, he would change to his alter ego form, only when it was safe.
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ok, I know that was short, but hey, im trying, and the chapters focusing on only 1 cameo'd pilot ARE going to be a bit shorter than the others.
rundown of alternate forms and identities
Duo: vampire (Brujah ^the anarchists and rebels^)
Wufei: fae, or changeling (Dragon shift)
Quatre: Kitsune (fox shifter ^very smart and crafty^)