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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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"I sooo would win!" she protested, slamming her feet down and crossing her arms and pouting a little.

"We should use our weapons for this one."

"Okay! If you say so." Pit whirled around and bent over to retrieve his weapon from off the ground, musing at its perpetual luster with admiration for a brief moment. He walked over to drag Sandbag back and reposition it back at the starting line. "I'll just start now."

He struck the sack with an upwards blow, sent it into the air directly above him, and shot up with it to hack away. His bladework was blindingly quick. Satisfied with his slices, he smacked it bluntly and sent it flying across the room. It pummeled considerably far- it smacked against the wall. After this quick series of movements, Pit retired to the ground, since his wings couldn't handle much lift at this particular time. Angel feathers had descended like ashes from a volcanic incident.

Pit smiled at Lash, this one a little more friendly than challenging, but the fiery will to compete still lingered. "Your turn." He took a wide step back because, well, if Lash meant weapons, it probably meant stay far away from the impact site.

"Not bad," she grinned, dragging the poor blinking sandbag to it's original position, "but watch how a true master of demolition does this."

She took out two guns, and a small roundish disk which rested on her left foot. After making sure it weighed properly, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

It happened quickly afterward. She fired a shot at the sandbag to make it float into the air, then she bent down, placing the guns on each side of her body showing off as she shot it higher. Before it could come slamming down, she kicked her foot into the air, sending the disk upwards as it attached itself to the bottom of the sandbag. A proximity mine. With an evil grin, she put away one of the guns, and fired a single shot upwards. The explosion was instantaneous and huge, leaving a ball of fire and smoke as the sandbag flew off before smacking loudly near the end. She breathed in and our from the quick calculated work and movement, but looked pleased.

"How's that for an explosive finale?"

There was Pit applauding with fervor. "Woweeee that was so cool, Lash!" His eyes shone bright at the dynamic feat he just witnessed.

He stared at the two Sandbags that lay unresponsive near the end of the stadium. With a squint, he determined. "It's hard to tell, but... I think you beat me this round," he admitted.

"Ha! Of course I did!" she beamed even if that had been close. "You weren't bad yourself, I guess. You know, for having a bow and arrows."

She looked at him expectantly. "Your choice this time!"

Edited 2009-09-30 06:33 (UTC)

His eyes rolled up ceiling-bound and his finger tapped his lips thoughtfully. "How else can we throw sandbag? There's only so many ways you can smack him without it being essentially the same thing..." A lightbulb flashed in his skull.

"Oh, I know!" His finger popped off his lips and stayed upright. "You know those homerun bats they have lying around? We could use one of those and see who can whack it the farthest."

Baseball violence! She could try that.

"Sure, why not, I bet I can shoot twice as far as you do, tee hee hee!" Oh how much she was going to regret saying that.

"We'll see about that!"

Once they acquired baseball bats, the ~~fight~~ third round was on. Pit cried loudly as he exerted forced from his arms to the homerun bat and sent Sandbag on a little trip. Oooh, that was a good one. Pit grinned triumphantly and tapped the head of the bat against the floor. Now it was time to watch Lash go. Oh, this was so exciting. A tiebreaker!

Lash wasn't that great with bats. Catapults maybe, but using her own force was not as exciting as using bombs, you know? At least that was going to be her excuse. Neither-the-less, she swung the bat around in a circle before standing in place and cranking up her shot, letting the sandbag EXPLODE from the shot and moved away. She grinned. It landed far away.

...just a little bit before his.

"Nooooooooo!" She nearly threw the bat away in rage and merely made it fall on the floor loudly, crossing her arms, pouting. "This sucks. Y-You just got lucky, okay."

"Yesss!" the angel cheered, pumping a fist into the air. "I did it! I told ya, didn't I!" He too let his bat clatter to the floor. "Yay! Wooohoo!"

His exultation stopped and he looked over towards a defeated Lash. "Hey, you did pretty good, too. Look how close it was." He pointed at the Sandbag pair over there. "Buuuuut I still beat you." Another grin broke across his lips.

Enjoy your victories because Lash would make sure this would be the FIRST and LAST time it happened, ever.

"Yeah yeah, you win, big deal." More pouting. She was such a sour loser. "What do you want now?"

Edited 2009-10-01 20:25 (UTC)

Pit stopped. He never really thought about that beforehand.

"Umm... let me get back to you on that one. I'll think of something!"

"This better be good," she told him. "Hey, you mind if I take all those feathers you dropped while we practiced?"

"You can have them," he chirped. Sure, there was the question about what she might do with said feathers, but that didn't bother Pit so much. After all, she wasn't cloning him, so it's all cool.

"I'll show you what I'm doing with them when it's completed, alright?"

After all, surprises were way more fun.

He seemed to perk up. His eyebrow quirked out of inquisitiveness.

"Um... okay. It's not going to destroy our friendship, is it?"

She stopped laughing and looked at him oddly.

"Uhh...I don't think so?"

Pit laughed nervously. "Okay. Juuuust making sure and all!"

He drew out a long breath of a sigh. "I think I'll be done here. Training is good, but when I'm molting it makes things a little bit of a drag." he glanced at all the feathers lying about and picked up his bow.

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