smash_logs | Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

Characters: Pit, anyone
What: Pit is undergoing extreme *~bodily changes~* ~~like puberty or menstruation~~ and is losing feathers like pocket change in a holy pocket.
Where: Up to you!
When: From Saturday, September 19th to Saturday, September 26.
Warnings: PINFEATHERS. 8C Self-conscious angels? Gdit. ~~Not that he isn't going through perpetual molt already.~~

Basically, this is just a log where you can bump into Pit. Anywhere, anytime, anyone. Extra emphasis on ANYONE. You can find him in his room, you can meet him on the roof, down the halls, in between classes, in the courtyard, the common room, training at the stadium... anywhere! Just write in a date, time, and location. I will even wedge in a few starting threads to make it easier on those who can't think of a place/situation to interact with him. I should also mention that the further into the week you go, the worse his molt is. But I mean it: any excuse is good! I love tagging you guys, okay? 8C

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Ulki nodded, studying the angel. There would really be no logical explanation for Pit's species. Maybe he really wasn't a heron? Perhaps Ulki would be allowed to know.

"Mmm... yes. It's difficult not to notice," he mused absentmindedly. Pit's molting didn't really interest him.

"Unfortunately. So, when do you molt, Mr. Ulki?" he asked innocently. He was only curious.

"Early summer," he responded. Even though it wasn't every day a laguz would ask another when they molt, the question didn't come off as too weird, especially because Pit actually had wings to molt with.

"I see." His wings flickered as he stood there and smiled. "Being a bird, you only molt a few feathers at a time, right? At least, that's how I remember..." He knew angels underwent a molt that lasted a little over a week and nearly ALL the feathers were shed and replaced. Birds did not do this sort of shedding. In fact, it was different for various species.

[[Here's Emily, trying to figure out if that's true or not because the internet is being ambiguous...]]

As Ulki remembered, feathers came out a lot more than normal, but it took a good three months or so to complete. The feathers definitely took their time growing in after that and one of the worst things is the inability to fly and the constant cravings for food. It was his least favorite time of the year by far.

"Yes, that is... mostly correct," he briefed.

"Ahh." He shifted his feet in the grass out of minor discomfort. He wasn't sure what else to say. By the looks of it, Ulki didn't have much to talk about either.

His eyes ventured skyward, skimmed along dusty cirrus clouds white amid the setting sun, and fell back down to earth against a school building in the near distance. Pit looked at the ground and noticed one of his many discarded feathers of the day wedged among blades of grass. A breeze scooped it up and carried the fluffball a few feet, along with a greenish-brown leaf. It reminded him of the seasonal change. "Autumn is here, isn't it? What's today again? Twenty..." He stopped talking to recall.

"The twenty-fourth," he reminded him, still wondering if it would be appropriate to ask what species Pit was. After all, if he recalled correctly, Pit said something like, being a bird, you molt only a few feathers at a time, right? Maybe he could work from there.

"If you don't mind... you said something about me being a bird. It's as though..." he trailed off, unsure of how to word his statement. "How do I word this... you're not a bird."

Pit stared at him and blinked dumbly. "Well, I'm not. I'm an angel, actually. Ask anyone. Well, except the people who don't believe me," he uttered last-second, having remembered that there were still dubious people scattered about here and there. "I can't do what you do. You know, turn into a hawk and then back into a person again."

Well, that was a given, his wings being white and whatnot. Still, he had said the same thing over the journal networks... and Ulki just couldn't grasp it. A mask of doubt became evident through his eyes and expression.

"An angel?" Even his voice allowed Pit to know his disbelief.

Pit nodded. "An angel. What do you think I am, Mr. Ulki?" he questioned, face reflecting inquisitiveness.

Well, honestly, Ulki didn't really know. "Claiming you're an angel seems... unorthodox," he figured, his eyes breaking away from the angel of light.

"However, I question your species because there are laguz from my continent that also have feathers of white." The laguz's eyes met with Pit's body once more. "Yet... you do not quite fit the criteria of the species in question," he mused under his breath.

"Criteria?" he repeated as though the word perplexed. By the looks of it, Ulki was just as lost, only on the subject of Pit's species. Some people had a more difficult time than others accepting or acknowledging his existence. He wondered how many suspected that these wings were fake.

"What birds are those?" He presumed 'laguz' was the type of bird person Ulki was. Were they sirens, maybe? No, sirens didn't usually change into hawks, and they were all female.

It was definite that Pit wasn't a laguz, especially at this point. He really didn't know much of what Ulki was talking about. Was he really an angel?

"Heron laguz... have white wings if they are royalty," he explained. "However, they also have blond hair. Not brown." He ended this with a short nod.

"Oh," Pit acknowledged, the open sound of his voice an indication that his reasoning made much more sense. He formed a small grin. "Well, I've never been blond before. And I can't turn into a heron on my own." Because there was probably SOME WAY in the MYTHICAL TIME OF THE GODS that someone could turn him into some kind of bird because they hated him. Curses and transformations were commonplace back then, yup. Go hiking to your local symposium and you'll probably meet an angry nymph who will get some goddess or other to turn you into a frog because you saw her boobies on the way there. "It makes sense that you're confused, though! But I promise. I'm no royal heron."

There had to be a way to demonstrate. He hadn't his bow with him, so the light arrows were off-limits. Pit was full of internal light power, and there was some way to channel that out- but no, not here- usually it required a catalyst. His wings currently had the mystical power of Pegasus, but they were molting. It wouldn't be that impressive- in fact, if he activated their energies, it might be quite embarrassing because his plumage wasn't feathered out all the way.

"For instance..." He rotated so that Ulki could see his wings better. In a burst of blue, shimmering radiance, his wings lit up, increased in size, and the angel seemed to possess a characteristically divine glow. His eyes were illuminated in this rippling show of sparkles and holy light as he looked at Ulki for acceptance.

Okay, this was definitely an angel. Ulki's eyes widened in what could be classified as fear, and he backed off. He'd never seen anything like that in his entire life, but that was to be expected: he had never seen an angel. His mouth opened, as though he were in awe.

"Is this... what angels do?" He hesitated before uttering the word 'angel'. Was that really what Pit was?

Pit stopped glowing and giggled shortly at Ulki's choice of questions. "What. You mean sparkle?"

"Er. Kind of." Glowing, more like, but if Pit liked sparkle a little more ~~which I know he does that gaymo angel~~ then so be it.

Pit shrugged. "I think so." He thought a little bit more on this subject. "Yeah."

Psh. Angels.

Ulki was surprised. Was he admitting to himself that Pit may be an angel? "Are you an angel?" He blurted. Pit had already told him that he was, but it was so difficult for Ulki to believe him.

Pit nodded fervently as his arms expanded from his body.

"Yes! I promise you. Please don't be frightened of me. Angels don't hurt anyone, so you're safe. Really, I'm a lot like everyone else," he insisted. The celestial boy could hint a disbelieving fear that budded within Ulki. Angels weren't witnessed every day, and this was one of Ulki's first times coming across Pit. A lot of his friends were used to him by now, he surmised, and by the way Ulki approached him, he was not expecting angels to show up in plain sight.

Even though anyone could guess that angels were peaceful creatures that weren't out to hurt you, Pit's presence suddenly felt daunting to the hawk laguz. He diverted his gaze and focused on the ground in front of his feet. "Ah..."

Pit decided it might be a good time to head back to his dorms, especially since he was looking forward to seeing Jeff again. He polished the end of their confrontation with a smile and said to Ulki, "Well, I think I better go back now. I'm a little tired at the moment, and I need to wind down in my room. It was nice talking to you, Mr. Ulki."

The hawk laguz affirmed Pit's statement with a nod. He took another good look at Pit before taking off into the sky, deciding he would just land on the roof and go on from there.

Weird. Maybe Pit really was an angel. Sure, he had undeniable proof, but it was so hard to grasp.

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