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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

"That was fast!" he remarked. "You've had enough already?" He pounded him on the back with the pillow again, the impact softer this time around.

"Enough? I'm just getting started." His hand snapped out, snatching the pillow right out of Pit's hands. He then lightly whacked the angel in the face with it.

"D-dirty trick!" he called out amid gales of giggles. "Give that back, you jerk!" He leaped in an attempt to snatch his filched pillow, wings fluttering uselessly. "I'm unarmed, no fair!"

Jeff held the pillow up above his head. "Nope. 'The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war'. And since you're currently molting, you can't just fly up and grab it. It's the perfect strategy."

"You sneaky snake!" he huffed, dancing on his toes. The springs of the bed made everything so bouncy. "Fine! I'll just have to get it back somehow!"

He launched himself at Jeff and looped his arms around his neck, careful not to tackle him off the edge because he didn't want them to unceremoniously crash on hard wood floor. He tried to pull the teen down backwards with him so that Jeff would land on top of him.

"H-hey!" Jeff had not expected to be dragged down. In fact, he hadn't even anticipated Pit's arms latching around his neck. All he considered would happen was that the angel would reach up on his tiptoes and maybe jump a little.

Completely shocked by the move, the blond fell right on top of the other. Slipping through his fingers, the pillow fell onto the floor. The only thoughts running through Jeff's head were that Pit's arms were still around his neck and that he was quite snugly lying on top of his roommate.

This... was awkward.

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8