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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'Better himself'? Jeff bitterly laughed. No, his father shouldn't have agreed to work with them in the first place. But the blond couldn't exactly tell Pit that. A dry smirk grew on his face. "Maybe."

His smirk immediately faded when Pit apologized. "It's... just something I rather not think about. That's all." Of course after this conversation, he had no doubt that he was going to waste quite some time later that night ~~pouting~~ ~~angsting~~ reflecting. Waving it off, he replied, "Don't worry too much about it."

"If you say so."

For a while, he remained quiet, thinking about Jeff and what his family must be like. "Do you have a mom, too?" It was a delicate question, because who knows whether or not his mom died in a terrible accident or something. Nonetheless, he wanted to find out.

"Yeah, I do," he replied, his mood slightly improving. "She's a really nice person. Totally unlike my dad. Though she can be a bit on the oblivious side sometimes." A small smile grew on his lips as he spoke about his mom.

A current of relief spread over him and he smiled the same smile. "Nice moms are good." He didn't know what it was like, but he had a good idea. He imagined hugs and 'how was your day's and motherly smiles and warm dinners. Much better than a dad involved in ambiguously shady activity!

"What does she look like?" he asked.

"She's really beautiful. Has long hair and really clear blue eyes. I get my blond hair from her," he stated. "In my opinion, she wears way too much make-up. But during the rare occasions when she doesn't wear as much, she could easily be mistaken for a famous model or actress." Chuckling, he added, "I wouldn't be surprised if she actually wanted to be either of those when she was growing up."

Jeff was about to ask Pit about the angel's mother, but then he remembered. So instead, he asked, "What does Palutena look like?"

Pit noticed that Jeff mistakenly connected 'mother' with 'goddess', but there really wasn't much to be done about that. She was the closest role he had to that type of relationship stamp, anyway. Nobody else could compare. He could tell he was only trying to ask the same question he asked out of mutual curiosity.

His voice streamed with precious excitement- he was really passionate about his topic. "She is the most beautiful figure ever to be seen," he sighed, eyes rolling upwards dreamily. "It would make mortals dumb with disbelief. She stands tall and poised, has long, long hair the color of springtime meadows, a serene face, beautiful eyes- if you looked into her eyes, you'd think she could read your mind! But I don't worry about that. She's so wonderful, I could care less about her knowing my intentions. She's incredibly strong, too, and wise. Her aura is bright and powerful. Even we angels are stricken by her mere presence!" He detached his frontside from the bed and alighted on the floor. "She's something else. I don't think words could do her enough justice. I'd love to have you meet her, or at least see her."

Jeff quirked an eyebrow. Geez, talk about overkill. Sure the blond had gone on about his own mom, but this was just ridiculous. "You practice that speech a lot or what?"

Though he couldn't help that nagging feeling of curiosity. Even if she was a goddess and he was a mortal, he couldn't help but want to meet her. But that was a very doubtful happening. Not wanting to seem dumb, he decidedly kept his mouth shut.

Pit laughed sheepishly and looked away with his arms retreating behind his back, cheeks pinking a subtle flowery hue. "Maybe a little. I just have a lot to say, that's all. I care about my goddess a lot- it's my job to protect her! I did go a bit overboard, didn't I? Oops."

Edited 2009-09-27 22:12 (UTC)

"Hm, I suppose," Jeff shrugged. "It just seemed rather rehearsed. I'm sure it's the same answer you give everyone who asks about her." Smirking, he added, "Though I guess it would be nice to have someone to protect."

A nod, and "It is. Life would not be the same if I didn't have anybody to live for. I protect everyone- my goddess, my friends, everyone. And if I ever fail that, then I'll get what I deserve for being weak: a life without what I care most about." His eyes traveled out the window. "And so much guilt I wouldn't know what to do with it all."

At this point he started pacing forward slowly, but not with any set course in mind, like a leaf tumbling in the wind. He eyed Jeff again and his smile lifted a notch. "You don't have anyone to protect?" The brunette stopped a few feet in front of him.

It seemed Pit took his job as protector very seriously. Jeff could understand the logic behind it, but he was unable to comprehend the feelings. "No, can't say that I do," he responded in a nonchalant tone. "I've never really met anyone that needed my protection."

For most of his life, Jeff had been rather independent. Of course he depended on his family for material things such as food and shelter. But he was never so close to anyone that he felt the desire to protect them. Not that he could offer much anyway.

"Oh? Interesting. You know... there are those who are capable enough to stand on their own, but the ones they care about still protect them anyway. Take me, for instance. Palutena is strong enough to take care of herself, but I want to protect her anyway. It just comes naturally."

He wondered if Jeff was merely exaggerating on that point, but otherwise it was definitely possible that he didn't feel strongly about anyone at all. He thought it would be really nice for Jeff to know how it felt. "What about your mom? You care about her. I think you'd want to protect her if she were in trouble!" His hands rested on his thighs and he tilted forward a little.

Jeff blinked in surprise. Wanting to protect his mom? The thought had never occurred to him. He supposed it was possible. After all, that could have subconsciously been one of the reasons for why he was so adverse to his dad's decisions. But did he really want to protect his mom like that? He frowned, "I... guess so."

"There we go!" Pit cheered. "Even if you don't think about it all the time." He wondered if there was anybody else. "Do you have any siblings? Friends back at home? Maybe even here?"

"No siblings," he shook his head. "And I don't really speak much with my friends back home. As far as people here..." Jeff paused. Did he have any people that he really considered friends at SBG?

His gut reaction was to say 'no.' But watching the angel get so worked up over the blonde's situation, he couldn't help but smirk a little. "I suppose there's one or two people here I might consider protecting."

"Oooh! Tell me who!" he cried, eyes awash in spirited gloss.

Grinning, he slowly responded, "It's a secret."

Pit's lips formed a heavy pout and his posture sunk dramatically. "Aww, you serious? What are you, a mystery?" He poked him in the knee playfully. "My roomie Jeff Angel the enigma. So dark and mysterious~." He smirked, close to his face.

Jeff replied in a dramatic tone, motioning widely with his arms for added effect. "Of course. Ah, to be shrouded in the shadows of mystery. It is both a curse and a gift."

"'A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other'," he quoted. After a moment of thought, he gently poked the angel in his side. "That was a quote from Charles Dickens. Since I highly doubt you would have known that on your own."

Pit squirmed at the prod to his side and mused at Jeff's theatrical recitation. "No, you're right, I did not know. But it was kinda cool. You remembered all that?" The expression about human individuals worded by Jeff sounded quite fascinating to the angel, yet rung so true in his mind. There was so much he didn't know about everyone- they all had their own unique stories tucked away, hidden beyond their everyday gestures, and Pit was perpetually curious about each and every personal account. He mischievously shot another quick jab to the blonde's tummy for payback.

"When you've read as many books and have taken as many classes as I have, you tend to remember those sorts of things. Though I do remember some topics more easily then others."

Pit. Pit, you should not have poked his stomach like that. Jeff registered that jab as a sign of war. It was on.

Reaching towards his bed, Jeff grabbed one of his pillows and threw it right at angel.

"Aaaya!" Pit cried, shielding himself with his arms. He forgot all about literature. After the plushy blow, his eyes darted up to meet Jeff's, a spark of challenge present in those orbs of blue. His smirk elongated.

"That's how it's gonna be?" He backtracked a couple of steps before making a mad dash for his own bed to pluck his pillow from its nest. In a flash he was tossing it fast at Jeff in hopes of pinning him in the face.

Although Jeff was not extremely strong, he had decent reflexes. He caught Pit's pillow in his arms before it was able to hit. Chucking it right back, he hopped onto his own bed to grab more ammunition.

By this point, he wasn't even thinking anymore. His mouth broke into a wide grin. He was completely running on instinct and gut reactions.

No way was he getting caught by that ricochet maneuver! He grabbed the pillow expertly by both ends before it could touch any other part of his body and tore across the room, holding it high above his head. The angelic warrior cried out as he jumped up and whacked Jeff with his cushy weapon. Pit unleashed a flurry of laughter.

While attempting to grab more pillows, Jeff had not seen Pit approaching. By then it had been too late. Upon hearing the angel's war cry, the blond finally glanced up. "W-wha--"

Oh geez, now he was being trounced by a pillow attack. Although it didn't hurt, it didn't exactly give him a change to counter. So instead his covered his head with his arms. "Alright! I give! I give!" he managed through a fit of laughter.

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