https://shifti.org/api.php?action=feedcontributions&feedformat=atom&user=Acinonyx2Shifti - User contributions [en]2026-06-10T01:53:55ZUser contributionsMediaWiki 1.46.0-alphahttps://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Electricity&diff=16682User:Acinonyx2/Electricity2013-03-02T20:28:56Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with "My mother screamed again at me. "Oh Nikki, not you too!" I stared at my now feathered hands. They were almost useless, only having three fingers (two of them almost fused) w..."</p>
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<div>My mother screamed again at me.<br />
<br />
"Oh Nikki, not you too!"<br />
<br />
I stared at my now feathered hands. They were almost useless, only having three fingers (two of them almost fused) with just a tiny nub of what should've been a claw millions of years ago on them. I looked back at her.<br />
<br />
"Mom, please -"<br />
<br />
"Don't worry, Nikki, I'll call Doctor Jacobsen. He can fix this," she rattled, obviously in a panic as she reached for my phone.<br />
<br />
CRASH!<br />
<br />
I turned around to see Blaze's other half crash through the window.<br />
<br />
This would not be good.<br />
<br />
"Nikki, are you okay?" he asked.<br />
<br />
"Oh my God, there's another one! Nikki, get away from that thing!" Mom cried out.<br />
<br />
I could feel a surge of energy race through my veins, Before I could react, I felt zaps and heat build up in the hand that held the phone.<br />
<br />
"Oh no ..."<br />
<br />
I did not remember much of the explosion, my brain must have shut off for a moment due to shock, but the next thing I remembered was waking up in an ambulance with my mother sitting on one side and the paramedic on the other.<br />
<br />
I could see their lips move, but my hearing was muffled. I looked over at the paramedic. He seemed to be some kind of morph. He looked half goat, half human and disgusted with something my mom had said. He looked at me, sympathy in his eyes, and then grabbed a syringe.<br />
<br />
The medication that he pumped into my veins made me very tired as a pressure filled my chest. My bird mind panicked, but was soon sedated and everything went dark again.<br />
<br />
I awakened later in a hospital bed. It was obviously night time and I was completely alone. I looked at my broken wing/arm. It was set much more properly now and in a proper sling. I stared down at my other hand. It was wrapped in gauze. I wanted to peel it back and see what the damage was.<br />
<br />
"I wouldn't do that," a voice said. "Your wing is still being reconstructed."<br />
<br />
I peered into the darkness.<br />
<br />
"Who are you?" I asked.<br />
<br />
He walked over and sat next to my bed. It was the goat morph. His face was goat shaped, but still bore resemblance to the face of a human, and his hands were a mix between a five fingered human hand and cloven hooves. The most unsettling feature he had were his very goat-like eyes.<br />
<br />
"I was on ambulance duty today, but I also am one of the Change Doctors here. You're electrophytokinetic, yes?"<br />
<br />
"What?" I asked.<br />
<br />
"You have control over electricity and plants. Some changes come with different abilities. You are lucky that you have some form of electrokinesis. It will make use of your new wing much easier."<br />
<br />
I tiled my head at him. He peered slightly under the gauze.<br />
<br />
"The nano machines have been working hard on repairing it. We needed something lightweight yet durable so you can keep your ability to fly when it manifests."<br />
<br />
"How bad was it?" I asked the doctor.<br />
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"Bad enough we had to try this technology on it. Your mother was expecting the nano-bots to be programmed to repair a human hand. I re-progammed them before I unleashed them. They're going to be your best friends for the rest of your life, and luckily, your power will work well with them."<br />
<br />
I stared at the gauze covered hand. The cellphone exploding and the orbs on the tree made sense now.<br />
<br />
"Why phytokinesis as well though? That seems like a pretty useless power, unless I'm stopping world hunger," I weakly tried to joke.<br />
<br />
"With the two combined, plants can become weapons or the perfect power source, it all depends on how you use them."<br />
<br />
He looked at my other wing.<br />
<br />
"This one should heal up nicely as well, with the nanos on that wing as well. Possibly, with your abilities, you could make the nano-bots heal you quicker, that way you could go home sooner … though, with a mother like yours, I doubt you want to go home," he sighed.<br />
<br />
This seemed highly improper of a thing for a doctor to say to an underage patient.<br />
<br />
Not that I wasn't thinking it already.<br />
<br />
He left the room, leaving me alone with the nano-bots.<br />
<br />
I stared at the window. I wanted to get out of here anyway. It was too crowded in this hotel room and it made my bird mind a bit frightened.<br />
<br />
''"Hello User. What would you have us do today?"'' I heard a collection of voices say in my brain.<br />
<br />
The nano-bots could talk?<br />
<br />
"Um … speed up work? I need to escape," I responded, unsure.<br />
''<br />
"We detect high stress patterns in your voice. Perhaps we could provide something to lower your stress hormones?"<br />
''<br />
I sighed in exasperation and fought my way out of the bed.<br />
<br />
''"User, we need you to stay calm. High levels of stress hormones can be hazardous to the body."''<br />
<br />
I growled and staggered to the window. I looked outside to see that I was only on a second story floor. I could survive that fall.<br />
<br />
I turned and pointed my broken wing at the window.<br />
<br />
I wonder if I can break glass with this electrokinesis junk.<br />
<br />
''"It is not recommended, User"''<br />
<br />
I ignored the nanos and focused my attention on the window. I forced energy down through my wing.<br />
<br />
ZAP!<br />
<br />
Tendrils of electricity flashed onto the windowpane.<br />
<br />
And that was it.<br />
<br />
I growled and then smacked my cast against the window as hard as I could.<br />
<br />
If I hadn't been at the old hospital, I would have re-broken it. Luckily, the old hospital had not replaced the windows yet.<br />
<br />
I smashed through the window and to the ground. I remembered to roll on impact and then limped off and away from the hospital. I needed to get to someone's house, anyone's.<br />
<br />
The only home I was sure of was Tobias' so the answer was obvious. I limped my way down his street and walked to his door.<br />
<br />
I couldn't knock on it at this hour. That would be rude.<br />
<br />
I wandered over to his side of the house and looked up at his window. I needed to wake him up somehow.<br />
<br />
Painfully and clumsily, I picked up a small rock with my gauze wrapped wing and tried to throw it at the window.<br />
<br />
Miss.<br />
<br />
I attempted again and still missed. In aggravation, I leaned back against a large pine tree near his window, not really noticing that I had started building up another surge of electricity.<br />
<br />
ZAP! ZING! CRASH!<br />
<br />
"What the hell?"<br />
<br />
One of the now electrified pine cones in the tree had now sailed through his window. Tobias' angry head peered out the window. His face turned to concern when he saw me standing below his window.<br />
<br />
"What have you done to yourself this time?" he asked, one part angry, one part concerned and one part amused.<br />
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"It's a long story," I sighed. "Can I please get a lift?"<br />
<br />
Then I fell to my knees in exhaustion.</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Random_Filler_Piece&diff=16681User:Acinonyx2/Random Filler Piece2013-03-02T20:12:16Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with "I ran upstairs and grabbed a giant volume on Changoloy titled Complications of the Change, barely stopping to think. Somehow the connection between me and Duma had been blown ..."</p>
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<div>I ran upstairs and grabbed a giant volume on Changoloy titled Complications of the Change, barely stopping to think. Somehow the connection between me and Duma had been blown out; I didn't know why, but I knew because my mind was severed, like a part of me had been excised, a part of me that I had happened to like very, very much. But more important was Nikki. If the worst would happen, Duma would disappear and reappear close to me; like my kind, he was a coward.<br />
<br />
Scanning through the pages of ''Encyclopedia of Powers'', I stopped at prechange ability manifestation. Norm shifting was classified as an ability. So, for that matter, was an ability called anticipation. It was possible- the ability was rare- that the feathers and changes had been hallucinations caused by premature ability manifestation. The Change had occured during her time in norm form, and had been completed rapidly. I couldn't be certain, but it seemed likely. If it was true, then I would be looking forward to reading her DNA and getting inside one of her cells.<br />
<br />
I held my hand up, and focused. I saw, not saw, my cells turn to metal, become hard and impervious. I grinned. That Vietnam vet from Heroes had nothing on me- partially metallicized arm my foot; it would take a lot to seperate arm from body.<br />
<br />
I shook my head and forced myself back on task. Gathering up the book and getting another titled Index of Powers, I stuffed both in a book bag and watched in satisfaction as the bag, Imbuned by a friend with a kind of telekinesis, moved up and next to me. And it fell. I tried to turn to metal. It didn't work. I swore mentally. An anti-power field? Seriously?<br />
<br />
I had heard of such things- a case in Kenya, another in Brazil- but they were supposed to be really, really rare, and anyone who had one was considered extremely dangerous, because they could manipulate it to widen extensively and only block the powers of some individuals. It would be perfect for a criminal. More likely that this was another function of the Inducer Sphere- a blocking of powers. The bag was almost certainly going to be more vulnerable to it than I was.<br />
<br />
Walking north, I carefully monitored how crazy I felt, then used the information to find roughly where the Sphere was. Five minutes later, I was behind my house.<br />
<br />
Snarling as the Sphere affected me to even greater extents, I brought my tail up in happiness as my shovel clanged up against metal. Rapidly uncovering the device, I looked upon the object that had caused me grief- and then brought the shovel on it, shattering it to pieces. Dave could look at the remains later; I had better things to do, like finding Nikki.<br />
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At least, that was what I thought until two white wolves stepped out of the house, growling. They were my parents, but at the same time were definitely not. ''If the Inducer Sphere affects me'', I reasoned, ''it most likely affects my parents.'' In case I needed any further proof, my father opened a mental attack, sending my brain into overdrive. Or, rather, he attempted to. My brain was currently capable of piecing together exactly how an organism's entire genome would make them develop. Overloading it was not possible.<br />
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It did, however, make me less prepared for my mother's attack, which took the form of a wolf leaping at me, force-coated claws extended. I rolled out of the way. Mom picked herself off the ground and growled at me, then stopped, confusion appearing on her face. "What the hell am I doing out here? By the way, son, your idea of a meal exploded." I cut my eyes from side to side.<br />
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"You don't remember?" I asked timidly, still a bit scared. They both shook their heads. I tried to lie, which I wasn't good at. "Well, you, um, kind of came out here to tell me that the microwave meal exploded, but you both tripped and hit your heads. You should go to the hospital." They both stared at me.<br />
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"You aren't a good lier, Jonothan." He was calling me by my name, which never failed to irritate me.<br />
<br />
"Blaze."<br />
<br />
"That isn't the name we gave you." I twitched my tail angrily.<br />
<br />
"Jonothan is wide and clunky. Blaze is not; it is narrow and fast. I am narrow and fast." My mother forced me to get back to thte point.<br />
<br />
"What happened?" she said, growling- but not at me, at whatever had done this. "You need to tell us." I closed my eyes, resigned.<br />
<br />
"Oh, we're being attacked by extradimensional aliens who spread the Plague and are trying to kill us all so they can take over. That thing over there," I said, gesturing with the shovel, "is an Inducer Sphere and drives you nutso." I opened my eyes and looked at my parents. They were both staring at me. "What?"<br />
<br />
"I liked the story about us tripping better," my father said. My mother agreed.<br />
<br />
"Should we confine him to his room to make sure he doesn't get himself killed?" I reacted instantly.<br />
<br />
"No," I said loudly. And then... well, I don't quite understand it. But space seemed to warp, and I fell into darkness. It wasn't me. It was like Duma had made me vanish to keep me from being locked up.<br />
<br />
Having another side that could do this wasn't going to be fun.</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=16680User:Acinonyx22013-03-01T22:26:41Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Stories */</p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
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Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Citrakayah)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
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Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
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Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV Lindiel)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Pine marten<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
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==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs|Hierarchy of Needs]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind|Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Discoveries|Discoveries]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Troubles|Troubles]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Random Filler Piece|Random Filler Piece]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Electricity|Electricity]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Searching|Searching]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Apprehension|Apprehension]] by TFWriter<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Quills|Quills]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Birds of a Feather|Birds of a Feather]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Battle Plans|Battle Plans]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Tension|Tension]] by TFWriter<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Alone|Alone]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Anomaly|Anomaly]] by Lindielle<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/<br />
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[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]][[Category:Science fiction]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=16670User:Acinonyx22013-03-01T02:38:06Z<p>Acinonyx2: </p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Citrakayah)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV Lindiel)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Pine marten<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs|Hierarchy of Needs]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind|Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Discoveries|Discoveries]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Troubles|Troubles]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
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[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]][[Category:Science fiction]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Troubles&diff=15638User:Acinonyx2/Troubles2011-12-27T23:36:49Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with 'Nikki was not happy in the least when she woke up- which was very, very bad, because I hadn't bandaged her wing. Somehow Tobias- I don't know how or want to- had managed to find …'</p>
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<div>Nikki was not happy in the least when she woke up- which was very, very bad, because I hadn't bandaged her wing. Somehow Tobias- I don't know how or want to- had managed to find supplies for a suture.<br />
<br />
Funny place, his house.<br />
<br />
Unusually, Dave was the one to bring up the subject of what to do with the eagle morph. I say unusually because Dave is the polar opposite of Tobias, whose reaction to obstacles tends to take a bit of a direct approach. Dave prefers to work through others. Such as the police. In response, Nikki panted, staring at us.<br />
<br />
She was nervous. I couldn't blame her. Dave and Icestar hadn't transformed yet, but humans would still snack on birds, if not as readily as those of us who had Changed. Tobias and I, on the other hand, would view her wild cousins as suitable meals. I didn't, though, and neither did Tobias. No, being in a room full of predators wasn't the only reason she was nervous. Being attacked by another morph and suddenly changing to full form most likely had something to do with it.<br />
<br />
All of the sudden, I became aware of a curious sensation, like my mind was splitting. It wasn't painful, really, just unusual, and my ears perked as I heard my other half. This is new, he said. Then the sensation stopped, but I became loosely aware of the fact that my other half was currently sleeping on Tobias' parent's couch. The highly quality couch that they didn't allow anything with fur on.<br />
<br />
Get off the couch, I sent, but he merely sent back a loud snore in response. Then there was a loud screeching- no, not loud, but my other half heard it- as I felt something that was suspiciously similar to a newspaper hit me in the rear end.<br />
<br />
"Well, I think we still need to figure out more about these other beings. If they have that advanced of technology, who knows what they will do," said Dave.<br />
<br />
"Off! Off, you dirty thing!" shouted Tobias' mother, but no one else noticed because Tobias had a soundproof room. I abruptly started lashing my tail, but no one seemed to notice that either. There was another slapping sensation, then the vacuum sucking in my tail. I- he- leapt off the sofa, his claws catching on the fabric but thankfully not tearing it. Then he vanished and reappeared under the bed, which he promptly slinked out from under. Nobody treated him as anything particularly interesting, which I'm sure he found a welcome change. In any event, he flopped down next to me.<br />
<br />
"I feather pick," she said, and that brought me back into the conversation, at least as far as listening was concerned. She couldn't be telling the truth. I would have smelled it, her features would have become more avian, and there would have been large lumps on her arms from where she had removed the feathers. She had Changed straight from human to norm form this day, and that was deeply disturbing alone, but especially so when coupled with my encounter with the Inducer Sphere.<br />
<br />
"Feather pick?" Tobias inquired, somehow lifting what should have been a non-existent eyebrow.<br />
<br />
"Well, my methods don't work as well. My mom's a swan morph and sick of it. She's been having plastic surgery done to look more human, but it just makes her look weird." Small wonder she had avoided talking about her family. "I've had another raven morph show me some techniques to appear human, mostly breathing stuff and mind over body techniques." Any morph capable of doing that was already low-degree, but appearing human was rather incredible. But from my knowledge of the Change, it might actually be true. Perhaps she was telling the truth- especially if the feathers were new, which was possible, but I was skeptical, and resolved to talk to her about it later. "I won't pretend to know how they work, I just know it's a temporary fix. I've been using it mostly so my mom doesn't try to put me through the same stuff. It's been breaking down though, so I'm sure one of these days, I'll lose it entirely. Hopefully by then, my mom will have regained her marbles and won't insist I go through the same." Yeah right. Anyone suppressing their natural instincts was going to not only lose their marbles, but send them to a glass grinder and recycle them into beer bottles which would end up on the side of the road in shattered pieces. Tobias grinned. It wasn't helpful.<br />
<br />
"The breathing technique isn't working so well on these feathers though... anyone have any pliers?" she asked. Ah. The feathers were new, which meant that Nikki's Change was taking an abnormally long time, for her to learn how to perform anything that made the Change less obvious with any excellence. How she knew she was a raven, however, was beyond me. Instincts, maybe?<br />
<br />
What if the Inducer Sphere caused Changing abnormalities? I wondered, becoming so drawn into my thoughts I more or less tuned out the conversation. We could all be at risk from the effects if so. It wouldn't just be my other side, Tobias, myself, and Nikki- we could all go insane. Maybe not now, maybe not dramatically, but we certainly could. How long until I became a real predator, preying on my friends? Could anyone stop me, a cat who turned to metal? Bullets bounced off my fur. A Power like that could be used just as effectively by a monster or a hero.<br />
<br />
I looked at my other half. He looked at me. An expression of worry and dread crossed both our faces. Then the question of what we should do about the extradimensional beings was raised. "They've already harmed us," I said, my voice close to a snarl. "Left alone they will fester, bacteria in a wound, and take over all Earth's civilizations. They spread the Plague, came close to wiping out the entire population. They've harmed us, we harm them."<br />
<br />
"Finding them will be easy, since they would have immunity to what they spread and the Plague is responsible for the Change- appearances are going to be purely cosmetic. They will probably have technological-based Powers, but soon we'll have them too, and we might be able to reverse-engineer one or two of their devices. They were kind enough to leave the instruction manual." Dave immediately objected, and we immediately began brainstorming.<br />
<br />
"Find different officers." That was Dave.<br />
<br />
"They're open to each other," Icestar said. "Tell one tell them all. Tell them all tell the mole. Maybe FBI?"<br />
<br />
"FBI can only be called in when dealing with interstate problems," I argued. "Name one group we can trust and call on, Icestar. One group."<br />
<br />
"Well," he admitted, "we might have to do some scouting, but that's no reason to go on the offensive. How did Tobias find you?" The eagle-morph looked up long enough from plucking to answer.<br />
<br />
"I have an electronic map of the city, set to mark any police alert or call going into the police channel. Small town; bad cybersecurity. A ping went off at Blaze's location- a ping reporting a large cat in the flowerbed." I darted over to the Network, making everybody jump.<br />
<br />
"Sorry," I said apologetically. "It's just that moving this fast is quite exhilarating." The idea that I was capable of moving so fast was something I hadn't expected- yes, cheetah morphs were faster than humans; and had quicker reactions, but speed like that was amazing. I couldn't wait to try it out.<br />
<br />
"Not- ugghh! -for the rest of us," Nikki said, yanking out a feather and grimacing. I started a search for any police reports. That battle had to turn up some. While that was going on, the brainstorming continued.<br />
<br />
<br />
***<br />
<br />
Quite quickly after Nikki was done, we all left, more or less gridlocked. The search would take a long time, and I wasn't going to wait around. But since my friend was injured and vulnerable (so were all of us, admittedly, but she had a broken arm): "Nikki, whatever-he-wants-to-call-himself is going to make sure you don't get killed on the way home."<br />
<br />
"I don't need a stranger following me around, Blaze. Remember who came to your rescue recently." I activated my ability to turn to metal. My other half did too. "That's useful," she admitted. "But I don't even know him, let alone trust him."<br />
<br />
"You do. He's me. I'm him." When she didn't relent immediately, I said, "Besides, I can lock him back inside my head at the first opportunity."<br />
<br />
Thirty seconds later, she had left with... well, might as well just call him Duma, I thought, until he chooses his own name. They were having a conversation regarding Nikki's mother and the Change. I had more important things to worry about, however, and all the information gathered was being uploaded to my mind. In the mean time, I was fixing dinner. Ineptly. I could analyze DNA, apparently, but not cook a microwave meal properly. I knew this, because the frozen dinner had just exploded in my face. How, I have no idea.<br />
<br />
Duma had left her for all of twenty seconds before my phone rang. As soon as I picked it up, I heard a loud scream. ''Get back there now'', I told my other side. ''Recon unless there's actual danger. In that case, you know what to do.''<br />
<br />
He didn't listen to me. There was a loud shattering as he crashed through the window, his metal body thankfully protecting him from the shards of glass.<br />
<br />
I felt a familiar, rising sensation as my instincts became more obvious. Inducer Sphere, I thought before I blacked out- but my other side didn't.</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=15637User:Acinonyx22011-12-27T23:33:42Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Stories */</p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV Lindiel)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Pine marten<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs|Hierarchy of Needs]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind|Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Discoveries|Discoveries]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Troubles|Troubles]] by Acinonyx</br><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]][[Category:Science fiction]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=15630User:Acinonyx22011-12-23T19:36:20Z<p>Acinonyx2: </p>
<hr />
<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV Lindiel)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Pine marten<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs|Hierarchy of Needs]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind|Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Discoveries|Discoveries]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]][[Category:Science fiction]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=15629User:Acinonyx22011-12-23T19:32:48Z<p>Acinonyx2: </p>
<hr />
<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV Lindiel)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Pine marten<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs|Hierarchy of Needs]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind|Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Discoveries|Discoveries]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]][[Category:Science Fiction]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Discoveries&diff=15612User:Acinonyx2/Discoveries2011-12-16T02:03:13Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with 'The stitches hurt. The broken wing hurt more. After squawking and pecking at Blaze instinctively while he bandaged me up, I was finally set down on Tobias' bed. "So, what are w…'</p>
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<div>The stitches hurt. The broken wing hurt more.<br />
<br />
After squawking and pecking at Blaze instinctively while he bandaged me up, I was finally set down on Tobias' bed.<br />
<br />
"So, what are we going to do about this eagle morph?" Dave asked.<br />
<br />
I huffed and panted, staring at the rest of the group. They were all predators and I was vulnerable.<br />
<br />
I shook my head. I had to stop thinking that way if I would ever get back to my usual form. I concentrated on getting bigger. So painful.<br />
<br />
"Well, I think we still need to figure out more about these other beings. If they have that advanced of technology, who knows what they will do." Tobias shrugged.<br />
<br />
That eagle. He seemed so familiar. In the heat of the moment, I didn't have time to think about it, though. I needed to try and change back, as much as it hurt. I slowed my breathing and focused on letting my body become more human.<br />
<br />
I felt my thighs grow longer and my ankle shrink as my toes whipped around to face forward. My arms lengthened and the membrane that connected my shoulder and wrist melted away. My broken wing had now become a broken arm. Great.<br />
<br />
I was still covered in feathers, though. This would be hard to explain to my mom.<br />
<br />
"What I want to know is how Nikki went full raven. I didn't think you had gone through the Change yet." Icestar said, turning toward me.<br />
<br />
I shrugged.<br />
<br />
"I feather pick,"I half-lied.<br />
<br />
"Feather pick?" Tobias said with one eyebrow lifted.<br />
<br />
"Well, when my methods don't work as well. My mom's a swan morph and sick of it. She's been having plastic surgery done to look more human, but it just makes her look weird. I've had another raven morph show me some techniques to appear human, mostly breathing stuff and mind over body techniques. I won't pretend to know how they work, I just know it's a temporary fix. I've been using it mostly so my mom doesn't try to put me through the same stuff. It's been breaking down though, so I'm sure one of these days, I'll lose it entirely. Hopefully by then, my mom will have regained her marbles and won't insist I go through the same."<br />
<br />
Tobias grinned his bird of prey grin. It sent chills down my spine, but I fought back the fear.<br />
<br />
"The breathing technique isn't working so well on these feathers though ... anyone have any pliers?" I asked.<br />
<br />
As I was plucking myself, with Tobias' help on my good arm, Blaze, Icestar, and Dave brainstormed on possible solutions for this "eagle-morph" business. Blaze wanted to go after them (and after my encounter, I was even more inclined to agree, once my wing-arm was better), Dave thought it was foolish and still wanted to let the authorities go after them (I guess he was hoping for some morph-friendly officers). Icestar was in the middle, understanding that something had to be done, but that we couldn't be the ones to do it and neither could the police.<br />
<br />
A painful half and hour later and I had plucked out enough of the feathers to be able to look human if I wore the right clothing, which I found under Tobias' bed after a brief search. We all left Tobias' house shortly thereafter, no solution reached. Blaze had insisted I have an escort and so his other half followed me home. I wasn't to thrilled with this stranger following me, but if it was a part of Blaze, I suppose it was okay.<br />
<br />
"So, are you ashamed of the Change then as well, Nikki?"<br />
<br />
"No. I just don't want to look like a monster, like I know my mom will. Swans don't translate into a human form as well. I doubt a raven would either."<br />
<br />
"Does your father condone of this?"<br />
<br />
I sighed. As long as I had known them, I had still not revealed anything about my family to my friends.<br />
<br />
"My dad isn't in the picture. I'm sure he's something like a hummingbird or tom cat morph ... no offense."<br />
<br />
"None taken," he chuckled.<br />
<br />
"I often wonder if he is why my mom is so ashamed of being a morph. I'm not sure if her parents were as well. I didn't know them too well. Eh, I suppose they were if she is."<br />
<br />
Blaze's other half nodded as we reached my door.<br />
<br />
"Thanks for walking me here," I smiled.<br />
<br />
"Not a problem," he said before dashing away.<br />
<br />
I carefully opened my door with my good hand and walked in.<br />
<br />
I could hear the TV blaring in the living room. My mom was distracted. I had enough time to sneak up to my room -<br />
<br />
"Nikki? Is that you?"<br />
<br />
I sighed and turned to look at my mom. She had pin feathers sticking out all over her head and her false lips were pursed into a frown. Her neck was somewhere between too long for a human and way too short for a swan. I could see where the doctor had created fingers on her "hands".<br />
<br />
She looked so wrong.<br />
<br />
"Nikki! What did you do to your arm?"<br />
<br />
I shrugged my good one.<br />
<br />
"I had an accident on the way home from Tobias'."<br />
<br />
"Well, I'm going to make a call to Doctor Jacobsen to take a look at your arm."<br />
<br />
I sighed and trudged up to my room. I made sure to lock my door behind me and flopped onto my bed.<br />
<br />
I turned over to look at the Sugar Pine I had potted in the corner of my room. It was dead, of course.<br />
<br />
I huffed and walked over to it, angrily.<br />
<br />
"So, I water you, feed you, and prune you and you still die?" I growled. "Leave it to me to kill an endangered plant!"<br />
<br />
I grabbed one of the sprigs and received a small jolt of electricity. Suddenly the dead needles turned green again as the tree had a minor growth spurt, growing half way up the wall. Bolts of electricity swirled about the tree's branches, forming small orbs at the ends instead of cones.<br />
<br />
I bolted for my phone and dialed Blaze.<br />
<br />
Ring ...<br />
<br />
"Nikki? Can I come in?"<br />
<br />
Crap.<br />
<br />
Ring ...<br />
<br />
Still no answer.<br />
<br />
"Nikki, I am your mother, let me into your room!"<br />
<br />
Ring ...<br />
<br />
I could feel something itchy on my good arm.<br />
<br />
Pinfeathers. Oh no.<br />
<br />
Ring ...<br />
<br />
Click-click -<br />
<br />
I turned to the door. The knob turned all the way. My mom figured out how to pick the lock.<br />
<br />
"Hello?"<br />
<br />
"Oh my God! Nikki!"<br />
<br />
I'm sure Blaze could hear the scream over the phone. I turned to my mom who stared at me in horror.<br />
<br />
So much for that. I was worse than grounded, I knew it.</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=15611User:Acinonyx22011-12-16T02:02:40Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Stories */</p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV Lindiel)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Pine marten<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs|Hierarchy of Needs]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind|Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Discoveries|Discoveries]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=15610User:Acinonyx22011-12-16T01:55:05Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Characters */</p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV Lindiel)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Pine marten<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs|Hierarchy of Needs]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind|Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Discoveries by Ilrak<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=15609User:Acinonyx22011-12-16T01:54:57Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Characters */</p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV Lindiel)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Coyote<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs|Hierarchy of Needs]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind|Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Discoveries by Ilrak<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Close_Encounters_of_an_Unfortunate_Kind&diff=15555User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind2011-12-02T03:15:53Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with 'I had barely gotten into sprinting range of a pronghorn so monumentally oblivious to everything that might eat him that I could probably walk right up to him and snap his neck wh…'</p>
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<div>I had barely gotten into sprinting range of a pronghorn so monumentally oblivious to everything that might eat him that I could probably walk right up to him and snap his neck when I heard a loud skree. It grated on my ears and made me wince. Damn eagles, I thought to myself, growling softly. Present company excluded, of course. But such things really weren't of a concern to me, so I went on stalking the stupid pronghorn. It didn't exactly feel right, but I was so confuzzled as to my new instincts that I suppose hunting like a leopard was the least of my problems. Just because I wasn't immediately sprinting after prey didn't mark me for future, permanent insanity. I hoped. After all, I couldn't contact my other side any more, lending credit to the possibility that I had imagined it. And if I had imagined something like that, why not, as we had unamiously dubbed it, the Inducer Sphere and some parts of the meeting? Hell, what if I had imagined pretty much everything after the Change? I could even now be in a dream, brought on by Change complications. It didn't always work perfectly, after all, and I'd read about a very, very few (about two hundred cases) in which the process of the Change caused brain damage.<br />
<br />
I pushed the fretting out of my head at the same exact moment that a raven, which appeared to be trying to commit suicide or ignorant and in denail of gravity, let out a loud croak. My head instinctively snapped towards the little black comet, which was being pursued by a golden eagle- no, it had already been captured- which I somehow knew to be not a natural golden eagle. And it wasn't Tobias, he was far too civilized to be chasing after ravens- my friend hadn't been visibly affected by the Inducer Sphere. There was something off about that raven, though.<br />
<br />
And then my body suddenly went out of my control. It wasn't an Inducer Sphere, I was still awake. But something had taken over my body, and I crouched, leaped into the air, and slapped the eagle away. Idiot, I heard a very familiar voice say. You run off and then your friend nearly gets killed. After you do, I might add. Twice. That raven is Nikki, you idiot!<br />
<br />
I didn't have time to interrogate my other side. I'd have to do that later. Get out of my damn head, I sent back, and then I moved so that I was between Nikki and her assailent. There was a shimmer as the eagle turned into a morphic form, but one with few eagle traits- only a set of wings and an odd nose. And my vision snapped suddenly. Time froze. Living beings were outlined with a strange shimmering light. Colors were sharper. And a little translucent circle formed on his mid-left, and then a curved line extended from it. The curved line was connected to a box, which had a picture of DNA. As I stood there, thoroughly amazed, the DNA strand quickly moved downwards, so that I saw the entire thing in a few seconds. And somehow, I could read it.<br />
<br />
The damn thing had, according to his DNA, never suffered from the Plague. Somehow I knew that the transformation had been partially reversed, and the gene markers removed.<br />
<br />
My vision snapped back to normal. I stood there for a minute. The eagle-human-thingy stood there. "Look, I'm sure you would love to eat my friend here, and maybe you didn't know she was sentient, but she is and I'd really prefer you didn't." He continued to stand there, and didn't say anything. "So you can go away." He didn't move. "Like, now." He still didn't move. "Or you'll find out that you aren't the biggest link on the food chain around here." I snarled at him, revealing my teeth. Would have worked better if I had a toothpick, but it still looked scary.<br />
<br />
A fireball aimed at my head told me that might not have been the smartest choice, even if it was the most fun and satisfying. Somehow, however, despite the point-blank range, the fireball seemed to have little effect besides a blast of hot air in the face. Eagle-Man's eyes widened. I looked back at my neck. All my fur was a silvery mass of needles, with jet-black needles where my spots had been. I looked like a kitty porcupine. Weird as heck. I turned my gaze back towards Eagle-Man, but he had vanished. Of course he's gone, I said to myself. Probably off to go try to eat something else. Mentally shrugging- I didn't think he'd make the same mistake again- I made my fur go back to normal.<br />
<br />
Well, that's what I thought until I felt some very large talons close around my head. In an instant I had been lifted up ten feet in the air. I slid my eyes up so I could get a better look at my attacker. Same guy as before. "The laws of physics and biology forbid you from doing that without dislocating your leg bones," I said lamely. "Put me down or I shall write you a ticket."<br />
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"Your laws of physics do. Ours don't," the eagle spat back. Presumably this would be the part where he would go into a long monologue. Sure enough, I was right. This person had not read 1001 Things to Never Do as a Supervillian. Not monologuing was Number 2 (Number 1 was not making a big bright red self-destruct button). "Eighty years ago our masters tried to absolutely exterminate us all so they could colonize. You petty idiots were so busy fighting the Nazis you didn't realize that there was no way they had the kind of technology to perform destruction like that. They had almost won- and then you all managed to find the one known specimen of the one plant that can properly program the nanovirus not to kill you all. But you never guessed." I looked up at him and smirked.<br />
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"Actually, I did." He was so surprised he nearly dropped me, and that was all the opening I needed. In a flash I had shifted to morph form, chosen a random limb of his six, and snapped it. Really quite easy, he had hollow bones. Since I had chosen the wing, we immediately plummeted to the ground. Then, while he was still in shock from the pain, I scratched long deep marks across his skin, which was bare of feathers everywhere but the wings. "I love you, claws," I said as I scored another set of claw marks across his beak-like nose. "You know," I said, addressing Eagle-Man, "eagles have some of the sharpest vision in the animal kingdom. I wonder how well you'd fly or hunt with only one?" He stopped struggling. "See," I continued, moving so that my muzzle was right in his face and so that he had ample view of all my teeth, "that's something you should have taken into account while making your Inducer Sphere. Because right now I'd be perfectly capable of killing you and feasting on your flesh without a tinge of regret. And that's what I'll do, unless you surrender." It was mostly a bluff, of course- I almost certainly wouldn't eat him. Well, probably. But killing him was a different matter. Personally, I didn't see much of a problem, intellectually, with eating a sentient you've killed for a reason other than eating them, assuming you cooked them first. They're dead, after all. Why should they care? But I knew enough to know that doing so would not endear me to the local police at all, and I still shied away from the idea.<br />
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"You're bluffing," he stated flatly. I shrugged.<br />
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"About eating you, probably, though it's theoretically possible that I might lose control- and I wouldn't regret it afterwards. But start moving again, and I'll either kill or disable you, depending on how threatening the movement is. Justifiable homicide, and you probably don't exist in the International DNA Database under a genuine identity. They're going to believe me when I say that you were serving an extradimensional being, especially when I show them that Inducer Sphere you hid near the Change Doctor's. Yes, I know about it. It should be neutralized by now, though." A sly look came over the eagle morph's face.<br />
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"You're smarter than we gave you credit for. I suppose that it would do no harm to say that you were our little experiment. That... Inducer Sphere, as you call it, was attuned specifically to your brain waves. It was also a prototype. Future ones will affect everybody- except for us, the only individuals of this corrupted generation to conquer most, if not all, of our foul, bestial traits." I suddenly felt sick. Finding humans more aesthically pleasing than morphs was perfectly acceptable, but this was thoroughly ridiculous. Few people now considered themselves to be somehow above the rest of the animal kingdom, but some did (and by extension, they considered themselves to be above higher-degree morphs- the people thinking such almost always were nearly completely human, or at least appeared to be so). And not everybody was thrilled with the Change, though they usually simply settled for moping around and having plastic surgery done.<br />
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"You can't change your brain, idiot," I shot back. "The Change doesn't just turn you furry or give you feathers. It gives you new instincts and alters the fundamental structure of your brain. You'd be better off wearing tin foil hats. Though I've heard that those actually do a decent job of blocking a few kinds of radiation besides visible light." The morph sneered.<br />
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"You style yourself as an expert on the Change, Spotty. Figure it out." And with that, there was a crack of sound like thunder, and a wiff of ozone. And just like that, he was gone. I stood up and brushed myself off, then went over to Nikki. She was on the ground, wing broken, but she was breathing. My vision snapped back to the information state, and I ran a quick scan. Yes, she was Nikki. No, she was not fatally wounded. Aside from norm-shifting, I detected about a thirty percent possibility of her developing something my vision called 'electrophytokinesis', which would probably somehow involve combining control over plants and control over electricity. Perhaps she would be able to create plants that delivered electric volts. I really didn't care right now.<br />
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As I walked back to Tobias' house, carrying Nikki in my hand, I pondered exactly what the eagle had said. The true, technological, nature of the Plague had been discovered five years ago, along with its role in the Change. Everybody had assumed, however, that it had simply been a secret government project that went out of control. Not too surprising, considering the semi-public discovery of Department Null. Officially, no one still knew about it. Unofficially, just about every single hacker was initiated into the secret, which was very well kept. Several citizen's groups also knew about it, and they had 'by chance' managed to be in the right place at the right time when dealing with the various groups Department Null tried to keep an eye on. Also, I think a large segment of the populace suspected the existence of the department. But nobody really wanted to attract their attention, so those who knew kept a low profile.<br />
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Forcing myself to abandon the tangent, I returned to my original question, and found an unpleasant answer: If extradimensional beings could create a nanovirus like the Plague, they could probably change brain structure, along with just about every other part of the body. They also probably had highly advanced weapons, which they would probably use to kill us all. In any event, I was going to have a hell of a story to tell the others when they got back.<br />
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Nikki woke up in my hand about halfway to the house, but didn't move or make any kind of sound. I could hardly blame her. She had very nearly been killed by another morph. And when one had just developed the new instincts a few hours ago, as Nikki had, she must have been absolutely terrified.<br />
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I wasn't terribly surprised to find Tobias waiting for me with a first aid kit when I arrived at his house, not since my other half was with him. "He told me everything he could get from your senses, which is apparently just about everything. Set her down on the table." I did.<br />
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"Not terribly surprising, since he's been inside my brain!" I said indignantly. My other half glared at me.<br />
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"Considering that I am an autonomous, sentient, quite-possibly-smarter-than-you manifestation of your subconscious, it is also my brain." I glanced over at Tobias.<br />
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"Am I this annoying?" I asked, rather concerned.<br />
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"Yes." Catching my worried look, he continued, "Don't worry about it. It's a nice kind of annoying."<br />
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"Lovely," I said under my breath, spreading out the first aid kit and preparing to bind Nikki's wounds.</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy_of_Needs&diff=15554User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs2011-12-02T03:12:10Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with 'We broke for food shortly thereafter. Blaze was off to find a place that would get him good quality meat without his needing to sneak into a pasture somewhere, Dave was off to hi…'</p>
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<div>We broke for food shortly thereafter. Blaze was off to find a place that would get him good quality meat without his needing to sneak into a pasture somewhere, Dave was off to his own home, Icestar was off to who knows where. Tobias was on his way to his kitchen.<br />
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"Do you want anything, Nikki?" He asked.<br />
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"Nah, I'm good," I lied. I was starving, but I doubted he had what I was hungriest for.<br />
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He shrugged and walked out his bedroom door, leaving me alone.<br />
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I uncrossed my legs and walked over to the window. I looked down and tilted my head. Perhaps my hunger could induce a change. Then it wouldn't be as odd if I went for my favorite meal.<br />
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"Come on, raven. You need food. Food or death ... food or death ..."<br />
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I could feel my bones grinding and rearranging as my heart rate sped up. Sweat poured down my face as I gritted my quickly melting teeth to distract from the pain. Feathers sprouted all over my body, a painful molt.<br />
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I heard footsteps outside the door. I had to speed it up.<br />
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"You need food ... You're going to die without food. Big Scary predator behind the door. Food!"<br />
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That was enough to push me to my raven morph. I shot out the window ...<br />
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And fell in a crumpled, panting heap on the ground.<br />
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I painfully flipped over and stretched out my wings. Not broken. That was good. My back ached, however and my foot was curled under. I picked at it for a moment. Only a sprain, at least that's what I hoped.<br />
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I lifted off again and flapped over the road. I stared down at the ground, hoping for signs of something I had seen a couple of days ago. Hopefully the road crews hadn't gotten to it. If so, I would have to travel to the dump and have to fight with other birds over what was originally my find.<br />
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I circled around, past the nice suburban street and headed to a slightly wooded area. There it was. That wonderful, large deer that someone had sacrificed, just for me.<br />
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I flared my wings and landed on the deer. It had, oddly enough, not been torn into by other animals.<br />
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"This isn't a good sign," my human mind said to my raven mind.<br />
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I ignored it. What did the human mind know about scavenging?<br />
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I picked at the deer and tried to pull back the skin. Too tough.<br />
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"Really?" I asked myself. "All I want is the heart. Maybe the liver."<br />
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I sighed and resigned myself to pecking at the eye and tongue. Something was a little off about them.<br />
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"I told you so," the human mind said.<br />
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I ignored it and continued to eat. It was only off because of how long it had been. I chastised myself for my earlier complaint. I should be thankful that these highly nutritious parts were left. Normally, after this amount of time, someone else would have -<br />
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WHAM!<br />
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I was knocked off of the deer with a sudden force. I looked up to see a flash of brown wings.<br />
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"Tobias? Is that you? That's not funny!" I cawed.<br />
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The assailant wheeled around and dove at me again.<br />
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Not Tobias. It was a Golden Eagle. Death from above.<br />
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I scrambled to my feet to try and fly away. How stupid! I wasn't even watching my back like I should have been.<br />
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I felt something grab my claws and whip me around. It had me. I twisted around and pecked at the feet in vain. Something about this eagle made me think it didn't know the proper kill technique. I might have a chance.<br />
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I drilled my beak into the eagle's thigh bone.<br />
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"SKREEE!"<br />
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I was dropped quickly. I whipped around and began to fly, as fast as I could, back to Tobias' house. I could only hope that the eagle would go back to its meal. I turned my head back to look. No eagle.<br />
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I slowed down my flight. I couldn't waste too much energy escaping him.<br />
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I knew I shouldn't have been so foolish as to think it was over. A black shadow grew over me.<br />
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I looked up to see the eagle in a nose dive. A cruel grin in his eyes.<br />
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"Yeah, you're a morph," I whispered. A Golden Eagle wouldn't keep pursuing, not if there was a whole deer back there.<br />
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In my other eye, I could see a large, spotted cat in the field below. Blaze!<br />
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I knew he was stalking a pronghorn or something, but I needed help.<br />
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I twisted from the eagle and let myself plummet to the earth. If I could at least get the eagle to see the giant cat, then maybe I could get him away from me.<br />
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I felt my eyes water as I plummeted down. It was taking too long.<br />
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I was perhaps four feet above Blaze when I felt the talons in my back. i let out a croak of pain and flapped vainly to get away. I watched with blurring vision as Blaze's head perked up and turned to me. I tried to let out a call for help, but all I could do was let out a raspy caw.<br />
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As my vision turned to red, I thought one thing.<br />
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"This is the only thing good about the human form. No golden eagles."</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=15553User:Acinonyx22011-12-02T03:11:21Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Stories */</p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
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I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
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The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
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Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
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This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
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This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
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Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
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==Characters==<br />
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Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
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Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
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Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
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Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV uncontrolled)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Coyote<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
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==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Hierarchy of Needs|Hierarchy of Needs]] by Ilrak<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind|Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Discoveries by Ilrak<br/><br />
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[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Data_II&diff=15470User:Acinonyx2/Data II2011-11-08T03:11:12Z<p>Acinonyx2: </p>
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<div>After we all were seated (or in my case, sprawled out on top of the bed, basking in the Arizona sun), Tobias pulled up a few files- one of the sphere I had encountered, several of small pendants that looked like they belonged in a New Age store, two of DNA strands, and one of a long silver rod.<br />
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"These files were from the datapad found in the mud where I found Blaze after an irate old woman called the police about a large cat in her yard. She was freaking out about her petunias," he said, trying to smirk and failing. I cut in.<br />
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"The area smelled of humans. Adult humans." There was a general silence after my words. There, admittedly, those who were nearly human, but only about sixty were known. None of them lived in Arizona, either. "After watching Plan 9 from Outer Space a la the X-Files, I have an admittingly farfetched idea about how." Tobias tossed me the remote, and I brought up the bispin experiment of twenty years ago. "The bispin experiment is the Holy Grail of Changeology because the field produced captured the ripples that happened when three univeri collided, one of them our own." I clicked the remote again, and a cutaway of the Plague nanobot came up. "We change because of the Plague. It was chemically programmable, and the bark of that tree caused it to become benign. Now," I continued, switching back to the bispin experiment, "after a while analysis of the field showed that it was picking up more than the Change, it was picking up multiple, fainter signatures on a different frequency. A new one appeared yesterday, suggesting that something involving another universe occurred." Back to the Plague. "The Nazis didn't have the technology to make the Plague- and for that matter, no one did back then." I pulled up a very old, and very secret, document. "These reports, which were found when Tobias hacked into the Department Null database on a bet, indicate that the Plague was spread by beings from another universe, one that was trying to colonize Earth. I suppose that they must have a vaccine of sorts, which means that they could come here without fear. My hypothesis is that they returned to check on their experiment, but their equipment was damaged somehow." Nikki shrugged.<br />
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"Okay, let's go get the bastards." Dave looked like he would have a stroke.<br />
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"This is reckless. You," he said, looking at me, "go nuts every time you get near that thing. Tobias should still be adjusting to his new morphology. All of us are mere teenagers," he put emphasis on 'teenagers' "who would be going up against travelers from another universe! We should contact the police." Tobias shook his head.<br />
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"No, we shouldn't. A: I illegally borrowed my brother's car. B: We have no proof that anything illegal or worth investigating into has been done. C: Blaze's disappearance was paid utterly no attention to, which is highly unusual and makes me suspicious as to whether the police aren't in on this, at least to some degree," he explained, ticking off the different items on his list on his hand.<br />
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"I'll buy that last one." I rubbed my paw pads together.<br />
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"Then we are in agreement, unless Icestar has a problem with the plan." He shook his head. "In that case, we need to start working on a way to beat the effects of the Inducer Sphere." I brought up the file. "It seems to simply be a ball of material that emits some kind of radiation that interferes with the radio station 78.6 and causes new morphs to go nuts after a short exposure, and who knows who else after a long exposure. And since the people who made this thing are human, they wouldn't be affected." A low growling in my stomach reminded me of something else. "In addition, I haven't eaten in three days. By any chance do you have a large gazelle steak?"</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Data_II&diff=15469User:Acinonyx2/Data II2011-11-08T03:10:31Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with ' wandered the night, as close as my instincts would let me get to human areas. My destination was blazed into my head, a single word repeated over and over. Tobias. It had been…'</p>
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<div> wandered the night, as close as my instincts would let me get to human areas. My destination was blazed into my head, a single word repeated over and over. Tobias. <br />
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It had been two days since I had managed to figure a way to get out of my mind (conjuring up a Stargate). I was cold, hungry, and thirsty. It was as if all my nightmares about losing my mind, vanishing off the face of the Earth, and having no one care had all come true. It was terrifyingly lonely, yet in a strange way I actually enjoyed the feeling. Sweet melancholy. <br />
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I ran across the road in front of a car, startled by the headlights. It screeched to a halt. "Blaze!" a voice called out. Tobias. I wanted to stay put, to allow myself to be rescued, but I couldn't. I sprinted into the darkness. I hated what I was doing, absolutely hated it, but there was nothing I could do. My body was, yet again, not under my control. <br />
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It was sheer luck that had me trip over something, sending me tumbling to the ground. Some kind of bird-of-prey morph dived out of the sky towards me and latched on. "If you can hear me, I'm sorry about this, Blaze," Tobias whispered in my ear as he tried to lift me off the ground. My paws flailed frantically, looking for something to fasten onto. They tried to attach to the thing I had tripped over, but were unable to get traction because it was made out of plastic. Hey, I said to myself. I've got hands. Just as expected, I returned to morph shape. In a flash I had regained control of my mind. We lifted off. <br />
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"I owe you one. How'd you find me?" Tobias bent his head down and looked at me. <br />
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"Blaze, we've been looking all over for you. What's freaky is that there's been no activity relating to your disappearance. It's like you've vanished off the face of the Earth- and the Internet. Even hacking into the communications of the local police revealed nothing. They aren't looking for you, Blaze." We landed next to his car. I leaped in through the open window and allowed my arm to be tied to the interior door handle. <br />
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"Do you know why? You'd think that there would be something." Tobias laughed bitterly. <br />
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"We're nothing to them. What's a teenager to them, Blaze? Just another person to have to keep tabs on. And the police weren't exactly big fans of Music of the Spheres in the first place. Ever since the rocket-" I winced. <br />
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"Please don't mention the rocket." He waved his hand in acknowledgement. <br />
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"In any event, they don't like us. Most of them probably have mixed feelings about your disappearance." He paused, then swore under his breath. "Dammit, Blaze. I should have been there, done something-" I cut him off. <br />
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"No. Tobias, I was out of my mind. I could have killed you if you tried to stop me. Stop beating yourself up over it. It's over and done." I flipped on the radio. An unearthly screech ripped through the interior of the car. I pinned my ears back, but the sound caused me to tear up anyway. Tobias switched the radio off. <br />
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"Blaze, we're right next to the Change doctor's office." He sounded worried. I blinked the tears away to see Tobias holding up his phone and moving it back and forth. "Some kind of radiation's interfering with the signal." A puzzled look came over his face. "Unknown type of radiation. It doesn't match up to anything in the military database either. It's some time of lepton, but I've never seen anything like it before." He turned to me. "I've pinpointed the source. I'll go get it." He returned a few minutes later with a metal orb about the size of a basketball. I recoiled away from it, then collapsed in a fit of snarling. Tobias rushed over to me, careful to avoid my claws. "Blaze!" <br />
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"Get... that... thing... out of here," I said in a gravelly rasp. I was barely able to keep a lid on my instincts, and that.. thing was causing it. Tobias tossed the orb to the side of the road and slammed on the gas. <br />
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"We're getting you to my house. Now." <br />
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Nikki stuck her arm under the bed again and tried to pull me out. In response, I snarled at her and lashed my tail furiously. When she didn't take the hint, I bit it. The arm, that is. She let out of yell of pain and pulled her arm out in a flash. "Tobias, are you sure he's safe to be around?" I responded before Tobias could. <br />
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"Safe? No, I'm not safe. Safe is overrated anyway. I don't plan on eating you, though." Nikki lied down in front of the bed facing me. More tentatively this time, she stuck her arm under the bed. I let out a low growl. In response, she scratched me behind the ears. A near-deafening purr rumbled throughout the room. I heard the doorbell ring, and a moment later Icestar walked in. I recognized him by his voice. <br />
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"Nikki, stop harassing the cat. And where's Blaze?" In response I swished my tail so that it poked out from under the bed. A moment later Icestar was lying down right next to Nikki. "Correction: Nikki, stop harassing Blaze." She gave him a dirty look, then returned to rubbing my ears. All of the sudden, I heard cut-off expletive from the direction of the computer. <br />
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"I'm going to assume that means you found something," I said. <br />
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"Actually, the files are still in the process of downloading, and I'm not looking at them until Dave's here. My Halo character just died." I attempted to glare at him and failed due to the fact that the underside of the bed was between the two of us. Just then, Dave burst in. He was dripping wet. <br />
<br />
"Sorry, my car broke down. Now, I believe you had something to show us?"</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=15468User:Acinonyx22011-11-08T02:58:20Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Stories */</p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV uncontrolled)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Coyote<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data II|Data II]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Hierarchy of Needs by Ilrak<br/><br />
Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Discoveries by Ilrak<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=15467User:Acinonyx22011-11-08T02:57:41Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Stories */</p>
<hr />
<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV uncontrolled)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Coyote<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Data II by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Hierarchy of Needs by Ilrak<br/><br />
Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Discoveries by Ilrak<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Data&diff=15294User:Acinonyx2/Data2011-09-17T20:52:40Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with 'I wandered the night, as close as my instincts would let me get to human areas. My destination was blazed into my head, a single word repeated over and over. Tobias. It had bee…'</p>
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<div>I wandered the night, as close as my instincts would let me get to human areas. My destination was blazed into my head, a single word repeated over and over. Tobias. <br />
<br />
It had been two days since I had managed to figure a way to get out of my mind (conjuring up a Stargate). I was cold, hungry, and thirsty. It was as if all my nightmares about losing my mind, vanishing off the face of the Earth, and having no one care had all come true. It was terrifyingly lonely, yet in a strange way I actually enjoyed the feeling. Sweet melancholy. <br />
<br />
I ran across the road in front of a car, startled by the headlights. It screeched to a halt. "Blaze!" a voice called out. Tobias. I wanted to stay put, to allow myself to be rescued, but I couldn't. I sprinted into the darkness. I hated what I was doing, absolutely hated it, but there was nothing I could do. My body was, yet again, not under my control. <br />
<br />
It was sheer luck that had me trip over something, sending me tumbling to the ground. Some kind of bird-of-prey morph dived out of the sky towards me and latched on. "If you can hear me, I'm sorry about this, Blaze," Tobias whispered in my ear as he tried to lift me off the ground. My paws flailed frantically, looking for something to fasten onto. They tried to attach to the thing I had tripped over, but were unable to get traction because it was made out of plastic. Hey, I said to myself. I've got hands. Just as expected, I returned to morph shape. In a flash I had regained control of my mind. We lifted off. <br />
<br />
"I owe you one. How'd you find me?" Tobias bent his head down and looked at me. <br />
<br />
"Blaze, we've been looking all over for you. What's freaky is that there's been no activity relating to your disappearance. It's like you've vanished off the face of the Earth- and the Internet. Even hacking into the communications of the local police revealed nothing. They aren't looking for you, Blaze." We landed next to his car. I leaped in through the open window and allowed my arm to be tied to the interior door handle. <br />
<br />
"Do you know why? You'd think that there would be something." Tobias laughed bitterly. <br />
<br />
"We're nothing to them. What's a teenager to them, Blaze? Just another person to have to keep tabs on. And the police weren't exactly big fans of Music of the Spheres in the first place. Ever since the rocket-" I winced. <br />
<br />
"Please don't mention the rocket." He waved his hand in acknowledgement. <br />
<br />
"In any event, they don't like us. Most of them probably have mixed feelings about your disappearance." He paused, then swore under his breath. "Dammit, Blaze. I should have been there, done something-" I cut him off. <br />
<br />
"No. Tobias, I was out of my mind. I could have killed you if you tried to stop me. Stop beating yourself up over it. It's over and done." I flipped on the radio. An unearthly screech ripped through the interior of the car. I pinned my ears back, but the sound caused me to tear up anyway. Tobias switched the radio off. <br />
<br />
"Blaze, we're right next to the Change doctor's office." He sounded worried. I blinked the tears away to see Tobias holding up his phone and moving it back and forth. "Some kind of radiation's interfering with the signal." A puzzled look came over his face. "Unknown type of radiation. It doesn't match up to anything in the military database either. It's some time of lepton, but I've never seen anything like it before." He turned to me. "I've pinpointed the source. I'll go get it." He returned a few minutes later with a metal orb about the size of a basketball. I recoiled away from it, then collapsed in a fit of snarling. Tobias rushed over to me, careful to avoid my claws. "Blaze!" <br />
<br />
"Get... that... thing... out of here," I said in a gravelly rasp. I was barely able to keep a lid on my instincts, and that.. thing was causing it. Tobias tossed the orb to the side of the road and slammed on the gas. <br />
<br />
"We're getting you to my house. Now." <br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Nikki stuck her arm under the bed again and tried to pull me out. In response, I snarled at her and lashed my tail furiously. When she didn't take the hint, I bit it. The arm, that is. She let out of yell of pain and pulled her arm out in a flash. "Tobias, are you sure he's safe to be around?" I responded before Tobias could. <br />
<br />
"Safe? No, I'm not safe. Safe is overrated anyway. I don't plan on eating you, though." Nikki lied down in front of the bed facing me. More tentatively this time, she stuck her arm under the bed. I let out a low growl. In response, she scratched me behind the ears. A near-deafening purr rumbled throughout the room. I heard the doorbell ring, and a moment later Icestar walked in. I recognized him by his voice. <br />
<br />
"Nikki, stop harassing the cat. And where's Blaze?" In response I swished my tail so that it poked out from under the bed. A moment later Icestar was lying down right next to Nikki. "Correction: Nikki, stop harassing Blaze." She gave him a dirty look, then returned to rubbing my ears. All of the sudden, I heard cut-off expletive from the direction of the computer. <br />
<br />
"I'm going to assume that means you found something," I said. <br />
<br />
"Actually, the files are still in the process of downloading, and I'm not looking at them until Dave's here. My Halo character just died." I attempted to glare at him and failed due to the fact that the underside of the bed was between the two of us. Just then, Dave burst in. He was dripping wet. <br />
<br />
"Sorry, my car broke down. Now, I believe you had something to show us?"</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Wicked_Sense_of_Humor&diff=14804User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor2011-06-25T22:20:55Z<p>Acinonyx2: </p>
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<div>{{Universe|Winds of Change}}<br />
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|previous=[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]]<br />
|next=[[User:Acinonyx2/Data|Data]]}}<br />
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I muttered softly, curled up on the high-raised chair as I typed out on the computer, just hitting the keys that felt right to me as I searched for Blaze. The guy had gone missing, which was completely great. Yeah. Right. It’d be great when hell froze over. Haha. I’m funny, see?<br/><br />
Anywho, the computer was loading stupidly slow and was not giving any sort of result. No one had seen Blaze for a couple of days now, which was just completely f**king awesome. Nikki was the last one of us who had seen the guy and she was just a gold mine of information, not like she knew anything. She had been in class, with me, when Blaze had gone missing. <br/><br />
I should have skipped that day, maybe gone to see Blaze. Maybe. It’s too late to worry now. All I could do was try to find him and maybe I would. That would be great.<br/><br />
---<br />
I watched the land soar underneath me, nothing but a beautiful blur. But if I thought about, I could see the smallest blade of grass or hear the sound the small animals made as they moved. It was so beautiful and a low almost eerie call could be heard, but I could not see what had made it.<br/><br />
The wind rushed past and the ground was suddenly coming closer at a surprising speed and talons flashed out and there was the high pitched squeal of something small being caught up, the talons digging deep into its flesh. An odd, satisfied feeling rolled through me at the struggling and squealing of the field mouse.<br/><br />
But that would mean those were my talons, but I wasn’t a bird. Not one at all. Right?<br/><br />
---<br/><br />
I sat up straight in my bed and ran a hand through my hair, brushing back the slightly damp strands with a slight impatience before I stretched with a sigh, reflecting on the dream and grumbling softly. If I was going to be a bird, just f**king great. A bird. Awesome. Yeah, right. Like I want to be a bird. Well, it could be worse. My “Change” could be a mouse or something. Maybe a porcupine [see, Nikki? I made a joke with you]. Sarcasm. I do that a lot, have you noticed? I climbed from the bed and pulled back my hair into a loose ponytail before I pulled on my jeans and flipped on my computer as I curled my legs up on the chair as I tapped my fingers on the desk, waiting for the computer to start before starting to type away, looking for more information on Blaze, but nothing came up. Like it would. He was a sophomore in high school. High school students don’t matter. Sure we don’t.<br/><br />
I engaged Nikki on the IM, getting the information for class that day, seeing if she had heard from Blaze [no], and other nonsense. I stretched again and shifted at the slight creeping feeling along my shoulders, but I shrugged it off as I contacted Icestar briefly to say good morning and etcetra. After a few minutes I logged off and turned off the computer, stumbling a little as I did so.<br/><br />
I frowned noting a strange fuzziness floating through my mind and I grabbed the desk and arched an eyebrow when I noticed the slight bumps racing down my arms and I looked closer. As I watched, mildly bemused by the whole situation, feathers started to slide out of the bumps and began to lap in a pattern of white and brown. Totally awesome colors. Hell no. “No fucking way,” I muttered as the bumps started to roll and stretch. What a f**king good time to Change, right before I had to go class.<br/><br />
---<br/><br />
I sat in the chair, not listening to what the doctor said, letting my mom listen. She was a mid-degree Owl. Of all things random, and Owl. Haha. See? I’m trying to keep my spirits up. If she was an Owl, then I guess it made sense that I’d be a bird, right? Sort of, in some sick twisted way. I guess. I’m just rambling now because I don’t what to know what the doctor’s talking about, but apparently I’ll be fine. I could at least function and go to school normally, granted the bumps kept racing up and down my arm at odd times. It felt like some had placed a string of beads under my skin and kept twisting them. It kind of tickled and at the same time there was sick, deep rooted disgust at seeing any of the bumps. It kind of looked like a bad case of chicken pox, minus the nasty red color and itching.<br/><br />
---<br/><br />
The second I got home, I got back onto the computer. I was not about to go to school after the doctor’s visit. I started up the internet to start some research, trying to ignore the itching and general fuzziness threatening to cloud my mind and I had no intent of giving in to it. It’s not that I was against the Change, I just did not really want to change before having to go to school. At least if I changed, but hearing would be better. That might be neat.<br/><br />
I shifted again on my seat as I logged onto the MoS network, feeling a little uncomfortable so close to the floor . Oh the pains of being a bird morph! *insert fake sob here*. At least it was an osprey. They were cool, I suppose. At any rate, they were a bird of prey and relatively big so they were not something like a sparrow.<br/><br />
I was getting distracted, I needed to keep the search for Blaze so I went back to clicking away on the computer, watching the letters and numbers pop up. Everyone was at school, so I could not ask them if they had seen Blaze. No one should be forgotten, not even a high school student. Especially not a high school. Granted, we were not your average student—techies for the win! Haha. Anywho, we were too nosy for our good with grand plans [not really “grand”, I just like the term]. At least I something to do in my afternoons off, at stuff to do with three really cool people [yeah, I said “cool”, so sue me].<br/><br />
I felt myself drifting towards sleep and the next thing I knew, I was getting beeped or the equivalent of getting beeped at and I woke my computer up as I sat up in my chair, stretching a little and I smiled what I saw on the screen. It seems that my friend was farther away than I thought. <br/></div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=14803User:Acinonyx22011-06-25T22:06:37Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Stories */</p>
<hr />
<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
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Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV uncontrolled)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Coyote<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
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==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]] by Shangrila<br/><br />
Data by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Data II by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Hierarchy of Needs by Ilrak<br/><br />
Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Discoveries by Ilrak<br/><br />
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[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Wicked_Sense_of_Humor&diff=14790User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor2011-06-23T22:36:20Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with 'I muttered softly, curled up on the high-raised chair as I typed out on the computer, just hitting the keys that felt right to me as I searched for Blaze. The guy had gone missin…'</p>
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<div>I muttered softly, curled up on the high-raised chair as I typed out on the computer, just hitting the keys that felt right to me as I searched for Blaze. The guy had gone missing, which was completely great. Yeah. Right. It’d be great when hell froze over. Haha. I’m funny, see?<br/><br />
Anywho, the computer was loading stupidly slow and was not giving any sort of result. No one had seen Blaze for a couple of days now, which was just completely f**king awesome. Nikki was the last one of us who had seen the guy and she was just a gold mine of information, not like she knew anything. She had been in class, with me, when Blaze had gone missing. <br/><br />
I should have skipped that day, maybe gone to see Blaze. Maybe. It’s too late to worry now. All I could do was try to find him and maybe I would. That would be great.<br/><br />
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I watched the land soar underneath me, nothing but a beautiful blur. But if I thought about, I could see the smallest blade of grass or hear the sound the small animals made as they moved. It was so beautiful and a low almost eerie call could be heard, but I could not see what had made it.<br/><br />
The wind rushed past and the ground was suddenly coming closer at a surprising speed and talons flashed out and there was the high pitched squeal of something small being caught up, the talons digging deep into its flesh. An odd, satisfied feeling rolled through me at the struggling and squealing of the field mouse.<br/><br />
But that would mean those were my talons, but I wasn’t a bird. Not one at all. Right?<br/><br />
---<br/><br />
I sat up straight in my bed and ran a hand through my hair, brushing back the slightly damp strands with a slight impatience before I stretched with a sigh, reflecting on the dream and grumbling softly. If I was going to be a bird, just f**king great. A bird. Awesome. Yeah, right. Like I want to be a bird. Well, it could be worse. My “Change” could be a mouse or something. Maybe a porcupine [see, Nikki? I made a joke with you]. Sarcasm. I do that a lot, have you noticed? I climbed from the bed and pulled back my hair into a loose ponytail before I pulled on my jeans and flipped on my computer as I curled my legs up on the chair as I tapped my fingers on the desk, waiting for the computer to start before starting to type away, looking for more information on Blaze, but nothing came up. Like it would. He was a sophomore in high school. High school students don’t matter. Sure we don’t.<br/><br />
I engaged Nikki on the IM, getting the information for class that day, seeing if she had heard from Blaze [no], and other nonsense. I stretched again and shifted at the slight creeping feeling along my shoulders, but I shrugged it off as I contacted Icestar briefly to say good morning and etcetra. After a few minutes I logged off and turned off the computer, stumbling a little as I did so.<br/><br />
I frowned noting a strange fuzziness floating through my mind and I grabbed the desk and arched an eyebrow when I noticed the slight bumps racing down my arms and I looked closer. As I watched, mildly bemused by the whole situation, feathers started to slide out of the bumps and began to lap in a pattern of white and brown. Totally awesome colors. Hell no. “No fucking way,” I muttered as the bumps started to roll and stretch. What a f**king good time to Change, right before I had to go class.<br/><br />
---<br/><br />
I sat in the chair, not listening to what the doctor said, letting my mom listen. She was a mid-degree Owl. Of all things random, and Owl. Haha. See? I’m trying to keep my spirits up. If she was an Owl, then I guess it made sense that I’d be a bird, right? Sort of, in some sick twisted way. I guess. I’m just rambling now because I don’t what to know what the doctor’s talking about, but apparently I’ll be fine. I could at least function and go to school normally, granted the bumps kept racing up and down my arm at odd times. It felt like some had placed a string of beads under my skin and kept twisting them. It kind of tickled and at the same time there was sick, deep rooted disgust at seeing any of the bumps. It kind of looked like a bad case of chicken pox, minus the nasty red color and itching.<br/><br />
---<br/><br />
The second I got home, I got back onto the computer. I was not about to go to school after the doctor’s visit. I started up the internet to start some research, trying to ignore the itching and general fuzziness threatening to cloud my mind and I had no intent of giving in to it. It’s not that I was against the Change, I just did not really want to change before having to go to school. At least if I changed, but hearing would be better. That might be neat.<br/><br />
I shifted again on my seat as I logged onto the MoS network, feeling a little uncomfortable so close to the floor . Oh the pains of being a bird morph! *insert fake sob here*. At least it was an osprey. They were cool, I suppose. At any rate, they were a bird of prey and relatively big so they were not something like a sparrow.<br/><br />
I was getting distracted, I needed to keep the search for Blaze so I went back to clicking away on the computer, watching the letters and numbers pop up. Everyone was at school, so I could not ask them if they had seen Blaze. No one should be forgotten, not even a high school student. Especially not a high school. Granted, we were not your average student—techies for the win! Haha. Anywho, we were too nosy for our good with grand plans [not really “grand”, I just like the term]. At least I something to do in my afternoons off, at stuff to do with three really cool people [yeah, I said “cool”, so sue me].<br/><br />
I felt myself drifting towards sleep and the next thing I knew, I was getting beeped or the equivalent of getting beeped at and I woke my computer up as I sat up in my chair, stretching a little and I smiled what I saw on the screen. It seems that my friend was farther away than I thought. <br/></div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual_Responses&diff=14789User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses2011-06-23T20:42:08Z<p>Acinonyx2: </p>
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<div>{{Universe|Winds of Change}}<br />
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|series=Music of the Spheres<br />
|previous=N/A<br />
|next=[[User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor|Wicked Sense of Humor]]}}<br />
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I was alone in a huge field of grass. The wind ruffled my fur. Strange. I didn't remember getting any First Signs.<br/><br />
Further thought revealed several facts. First of all, I was in norm-shape. Second of all, the kind of grass was a dead giveaway that I was in Africa. Briefly wondering what species I was, I turned my head around to look at myself.<br/><br />
There was nothing. Literally nothing. Behind my head was only air.<br />
<br />
My eyes snapped open. I was still in my room. I was also still Unchanged. No way I was going to be able to get anymore sleep. If Changing was stressful, as people said it was, then waiting for the Change was that tenfold. I laughed bitterly to myself. Those who had Changed without expecting it in one rush, twenty years ago, were the lucky ones. Callous I suppose, but still...<br/><br />
I sat down at my workstation and hit the on button on the home-made computer. A VERY noisy fan tried, and failed, to cool the computer enough for it to be on more than five seconds. I flipped the switch again. Nothing.<br/><br />
One block of dry ice later, I was at the computer. The Network was online.<br/><br />
Allow me to explain. A year ago, in my freshman year at high school, a friend of mine by the name of Dave started Music of the Spheres. Technically, it is a band. On the other hand, we did not have musical instruments, and, even if we did, none of us could play a note, at least not well. Music of the Spheres uses floating orbs about the size of your fist in place of drums, keyboards, and clarinets, and computer algorithms in place of musicians.<br/><br />
Most of us couldn't believe our ears when; after having those little robots blare the kind of dramatic sounds that you get in the opening credits a science fiction series; we got a thunderous applause. In fact, I was convinced for the next week that everybody was playing a gigantic practical joke on us. In the year that followed, we turned Music of the Spheres from a simple band into a sort of elite group which primary purpose was simply being a bunch of laid-back, highly intelligent techies. To accomplish this, we developed the Network. With a bit of help from a Technomancer, Dave designed a system of computers that make use of a ghost zone in the radio wave frequencies, much like a remote control. It was technically illegal, but it operated on such a short range that nobody noticed.<br />
The Network originally consisted of the computers of myself, Dave, and the other three members: Tobias, Nikki, and Icestar. No, that wasn't his actual name (Sam), but that's what everybody called him, since his parents are a Cyrokinetic and a Plasma Breather. But I digress.<br/><br />
After a few minutes of searching through all the data gathered by the combined sensors of the Network, I finally found what I wanted. Our Change status.<br/><br />
Still nothing. Hopefully the Change would happen this weekend, but I doubted it.<br/><br />
I hate being human.<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
I zipped down the street, weaving around obstacles. Behind me, I heard people jeering at me. Strangely, I couldn't make out the words. Usually I was all too aware of them. All of the sudden I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. It felt as if my ear was rearranging itself.<br/><br />
In fact, I was pretty sure my ear WAS rearranging itself. I've heard of inconvenient times to have the Change, but being chased by a couple of jocks was probably the worse time it could happen to me.<br/><br />
I had just staggered to my feet when the first one caught up to me and slammed his fist into my chin. I heard my bones crack. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nikki sprinting towards me. Thank goodness we lived close to each other. The two Neanderthals didn't see her until it was too late, earning the porcupine-morph a firm punch to the head.<br/><br />
Unfortunately, while Nikki was busy trying to avoid the porcupine-morph's quills so she could get in another hit, the wolf kicked her in the head, then kept attacking her while she was on the ground. No lower than I expected of Spike and Peter.<br/><br />
In the end, Nikki and I finally managed to stagger into the school, leaning on each other slightly for support. I went into the nurse's office to be sent to the Change Doctor, and Nikki went to her Trigonometry class.<br/><br />
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<br />
I sat in the Change Doctor's waiting room. My parents, both mid-Degree wolves, sat next to me. Or rather, my mother sat next to me, and my father was lying on his belly in norm-shape, one ear cocked towards the door.<br/><br />
All at once, I heard a voice.<br/><br />
''Hey. You.''<br/><br />
I looked around. No one was talking to me.<br/><br />
''Nope.''<br/><br />
I got up. "I'm going outside for a breath of air."<br/><br />
My father looked at me. ''We'll call you when it's time,'' he projected into my head.<br/><br />
Five minutes of searching showed nothing. I had just given up when I heard the voice again.<br/><br />
''For someone who so acutely studies the Change, you don't know much.''<br/><br />
I looked around. Still nothing.<br/><br />
''I'm in your head.''<br/><br />
''Oh. Can you hear me?'' I thought hard.<br/><br />
''I AM in your head.''<br/><br />
''So I'm a split-personality?''<br/><br />
''Yep.''<br/><br />
''Well damn. Just what I needed: an instinct-driven side of me capable of completely taking over my body.''<br/><br />
''Relax. I don't plan on taking over your body. Though it IS technically mine as well.''<br/><br />
Sensing that, if my 'other side' was anything like me-<br/><br />
''I am.''<br/><br />
-the discussion had drawn to a close, I went back inside.<br/><br />
"The news is good. Mid-Degree cheetah morph. DNA shows 80% probability for Norm-shifting, Cyrokinesis, and Technomancy; and a 50% chance for the Biology power group. There is chance of complications arising from...."<br/><br />
The voice continued, but I was no longer listening. I had become aware of a sudden instinct of some sort nagging at the back of my head, and feline curiosity forced me to see what it was.<br/><br />
All of the sudden, I felt a rush of fear. My eyes slid towards the Change Doctor. She was a lion morph.<br/><br />
Lions kill cheetahs in cold blood.<br/><br />
This could be very bad.<br/><br />
Without myself commanding them to do so, I rose up to my feet and fur flowed over my body. My last thought before I blacked out was, THIS IS TURNING OUT TO BE A HELL OF A DAY, ISN'T IT?<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
Trying to regain control of my body- and receive any sensory imput- was like trying not to drown when you're ten feet under the surface in an ocean of molasses. I had just about given up when I saw a bit of spotted fur out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't mine. It was the sentient side of my instincts. He was also struggling to get out.<br/><br />
I thought that you did this, I thought to him.<br/><br />
Nope. He surged ahead of me. Grab my tail. I did. Blue light flashed all around us, and then we appeared above the sea of molasses. When we hit the ground, it felt as if I had landed on concrete. I wasn't injured physically, but I could still feel. I lay there for a few seconds, expecting myself to sink back, but I didn't. I tapped the surface with my finger. It was frozen solid.<br/></div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual_Responses&diff=14788User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses2011-06-23T20:34:31Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with 'I was alone in a huge field of grass. The wind ruffled my fur. Strange. I didn't remember getting any First Signs.<br/> Further thought revealed several facts. First of all, I wa…'</p>
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<div>I was alone in a huge field of grass. The wind ruffled my fur. Strange. I didn't remember getting any First Signs.<br/><br />
Further thought revealed several facts. First of all, I was in norm-shape. Second of all, the kind of grass was a dead giveaway that I was in Africa. Briefly wondering what species I was, I turned my head around to look at myself.<br/><br />
There was nothing. Literally nothing. Behind my head was only air.<br />
<br />
My eyes snapped open. I was still in my room. I was also still Unchanged. No way I was going to be able to get anymore sleep. If Changing was stressful, as people said it was, then waiting for the Change was that tenfold. I laughed bitterly to myself. Those who had Changed without expecting it in one rush, twenty years ago, were the lucky ones. Callous I suppose, but still...<br/><br />
I sat down at my workstation and hit the on button on the home-made computer. A VERY noisy fan tried, and failed, to cool the computer enough for it to be on more than five seconds. I flipped the switch again. Nothing.<br/><br />
One block of dry ice later, I was at the computer. The Network was online.<br/><br />
Allow me to explain. A year ago, in my freshman year at high school, a friend of mine by the name of Dave started Music of the Spheres. Technically, it is a band. On the other hand, we did not have musical instruments, and, even if we did, none of us could play a note, at least not well. Music of the Spheres uses floating orbs about the size of your fist in place of drums, keyboards, and clarinets, and computer algorithms in place of musicians.<br/><br />
Most of us couldn't believe our ears when; after having those little robots blare the kind of dramatic sounds that you get in the opening credits a science fiction series; we got a thunderous applause. In fact, I was convinced for the next week that everybody was playing a gigantic practical joke on us. In the year that followed, we turned Music of the Spheres from a simple band into a sort of elite group which primary purpose was simply being a bunch of laid-back, highly intelligent techies. To accomplish this, we developed the Network. With a bit of help from a Technomancer, Dave designed a system of computers that make use of a ghost zone in the radio wave frequencies, much like a remote control. It was technically illegal, but it operated on such a short range that nobody noticed.<br />
The Network originally consisted of the computers of myself, Dave, and the other three members: Tobias, Nikki, and Icestar. No, that wasn't his actual name (Sam), but that's what everybody called him, since his parents are a Cyrokinetic and a Plasma Breather. But I digress.<br/><br />
After a few minutes of searching through all the data gathered by the combined sensors of the Network, I finally found what I wanted. Our Change status.<br/><br />
Still nothing. Hopefully the Change would happen this weekend, but I doubted it.<br/><br />
I hate being human.<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
I zipped down the street, weaving around obstacles. Behind me, I heard people jeering at me. Strangely, I couldn't make out the words. Usually I was all too aware of them. All of the sudden I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. It felt as if my ear was rearranging itself.<br/><br />
In fact, I was pretty sure my ear WAS rearranging itself. I've heard of inconvenient times to have the Change, but being chased by a couple of jocks was probably the worse time it could happen to me.<br/><br />
I had just staggered to my feet when the first one caught up to me and slammed his fist into my chin. I heard my bones crack. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nikki sprinting towards me. Thank goodness we lived close to each other. The two Neanderthals didn't see her until it was too late, earning the porcupine-morph a firm punch to the head.<br/><br />
Unfortunately, while Nikki was busy trying to avoid the porcupine-morph's quills so she could get in another hit, the wolf kicked her in the head, then kept attacking her while she was on the ground. No lower than I expected of Spike and Peter.<br/><br />
In the end, Nikki and I finally managed to stagger into the school, leaning on each other slightly for support. I went into the nurse's office to be sent to the Change Doctor, and Nikki went to her Trigonometry class.<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
I sat in the Change Doctor's waiting room. My parents, both mid-Degree wolves, sat next to me. Or rather, my mother sat next to me, and my father was lying on his belly in norm-shape, one ear cocked towards the door.<br/><br />
All at once, I heard a voice.<br/><br />
''Hey. You.''<br/><br />
I looked around. No one was talking to me.<br/><br />
''Nope.''<br/><br />
I got up. "I'm going outside for a breath of air."<br/><br />
My father looked at me. ''We'll call you when it's time,'' he projected into my head.<br/><br />
Five minutes of searching showed nothing. I had just given up when I heard the voice again.<br/><br />
''For someone who so acutely studies the Change, you don't know much.''<br/><br />
I looked around. Still nothing.<br/><br />
''I'm in your head.''<br/><br />
''Oh. Can you hear me?'' I thought hard.<br/><br />
''I AM in your head.''<br/><br />
''So I'm a split-personality?''<br/><br />
''Yep.''<br/><br />
''Well damn. Just what I needed: an instinct-driven side of me capable of completely taking over my body.''<br/><br />
''Relax. I don't plan on taking over your body. Though it IS technically mine as well.''<br/><br />
Sensing that, if my 'other side' was anything like me-<br/><br />
''I am.''<br/><br />
-the discussion had drawn to a close, I went back inside.<br/><br />
"The news is good. Mid-Degree cheetah morph. DNA shows 80% probability for Norm-shifting, Cyrokinesis, and Technomancy; and a 50% chance for the Biology power group. There is chance of complications arising from...."<br/><br />
The voice continued, but I was no longer listening. I had become aware of a sudden instinct of some sort nagging at the back of my head, and feline curiosity forced me to see what it was.<br/><br />
All of the sudden, I felt a rush of fear. My eyes slid towards the Change Doctor. She was a lion morph.<br/><br />
Lions kill cheetahs in cold blood.<br/><br />
This could be very bad.<br/><br />
Without myself commanding them to do so, I rose up to my feet and fur flowed over my body. My last thought before I blacked out was, THIS IS TURNING OUT TO BE A HELL OF A DAY, ISN'T IT?<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
Trying to regain control of my body- and receive any sensory imput- was like trying not to drown when you're ten feet under the surface in an ocean of molasses. I had just about given up when I saw a bit of spotted fur out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't mine. It was the sentient side of my instincts. He was also struggling to get out.<br/><br />
I thought that you did this, I thought to him.<br/><br />
Nope. He surged ahead of me. Grab my tail. I did. Blue light flashed all around us, and then we appeared above the sea of molasses. When we hit the ground, it felt as if I had landed on concrete. I wasn't injured physically, but I could still feel. I lay there for a few seconds, expecting myself to sink back, but I didn't. I tapped the surface with my finger. It was frozen solid.<br/></div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=14787User:Acinonyx22011-06-23T20:24:19Z<p>Acinonyx2: /* Stories */</p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
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==Characters==<br />
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Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
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Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
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Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
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Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV uncontrolled)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Coyote<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
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==Stories==<br />
[[User:Acinonyx2/Instinctual Responses|Instinctual Responses]] by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Wicked Sense of Humor by Shangrila<br/><br />
Data by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Data II by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Hierarchy of Needs by Ilrak<br/><br />
Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Discoveries by Ilrak<br/><br />
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[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=14757User:Acinonyx22011-06-17T18:02:06Z<p>Acinonyx2: </p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br/><br />
Age: 15 <br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br/><br />
Hair Color: Brown <br/><br />
Eye Color: Grey <br/><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br/><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight<br/><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br/><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br/><br />
Morph: Raven<br/><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br/><br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br/><br />
Eye Color: Green<br/><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br/><br />
Body Build: Lean<br/><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br/><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br/><br />
Morph: Cheetah<br/><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br/><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue<br/><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br/><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br/><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should.<br/><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br/><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV uncontrolled)<br/><br />
Age: 15<br/><br />
Height: 5’9”<br/><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br/><br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br/><br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br/><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br/><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br/><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br/><br />
Morph: Coyote<br/><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
Instinctual Responses by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Wicked Sense of Humor by Shangrila<br/><br />
Data by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Data II by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Hierarchy of Needs by Ilrak<br/><br />
Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind by Acinonyx<br/><br />
Discoveries by Ilrak<br/><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=14756User:Acinonyx22011-06-17T17:56:26Z<p>Acinonyx2: </p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) </br><br />
Age: 15 </br><br />
Height: 5 feet 4 </br><br />
Hair Color: Brown </br><br />
Eye Color: Grey </br><br />
Skin Color: Medium brown </br><br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight </br><br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs</br><br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.</br><br />
Morph: Raven</br><br />
Specialty: Behavioral sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)</br><br />
Age: 15</br><br />
Height: 5 feet 4</br><br />
Hair Color: Pure black</br><br />
Eye Color: Green</br><br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate</br><br />
Body Build: Lean</br><br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.</br><br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.</br><br />
Morph: Cheetah</br><br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila, currently taking a break)</br><br />
Age: 15</br><br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch</br><br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks</br><br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue </br><br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.</br><br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.</br><br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should. </br><br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.</br><br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV uncontrolled)</br><br />
Age: 15</br><br />
Height: 5’9”</br><br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown</br><br />
Eye Color: Light brown</br><br />
Skin Color: Tanned</br><br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle</br><br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.</br><br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.</br><br />
Morph: Coyote</br><br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
<br />
==Stories==<br />
Instinctual Responses by Acinonyx</br><br />
Wicked Sense of Humor by Shangrila</br><br />
Data by Acinonyx</br><br />
Data II by Acinonyx</br><br />
Hierarchy of Needs by Ilrak</br><br />
Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind by Acinonyx</br><br />
Discoveries by Ilrak</br><br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:Acinonyx2&diff=14648User:Acinonyx22011-06-08T16:11:50Z<p>Acinonyx2: Created page with 'Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up. I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story …'</p>
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<div>Hello. At one point I was active on here, but then everything got deleted so I am now setting it back up.<br />
<br />
I, along with a few others, are currently creating a round robin story set in the Winds of Change Universe.<br />
<br />
The inspiration for my story are these two: the [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/wocrr.htm Round Robin Experiments] (written by Jon Sleeper, Brian Eirik Coe, and Bryan Derksen) and [http://woc-archive.xepher.net/stories/hiddenbt.htm Hidden Beauty] (written by Trey McElveen).<br />
<br />
Now, what would happen if Jacob, or someone with his viewpoints, were to take this philosophy to the next level? What if he/she tried reversing the Change?<br />
<br />
This is not an entirely impossible concept. The Change has to do with the Plague, which was spread by the Nazis in WWII. If you could somehow eradicate the organism from someones body and prevent them from being reinfected, you could prevent the Change. Reversing is harder, but I can imagine it being done with advanced genetic therapy and plastic surgery. <br />
<br />
This of course would lead to immense problems. The people doing this would no doubt want to assert their supremacy over everybody else. <br />
<br />
Music of the Spheres happened to stumble into this budding nadir, and they intend to stop it. <br />
<br />
==Characters==<br />
<br />
Name: Nikki Browne (POV Ilrak) <br />
Age: 15 <br />
Height: 5 feet 4 <br />
Hair Color: Brown <br />
Eye Color: Grey <br />
Skin Color: Medium brown <br />
Body Build: Slightly overweight <br />
Clothing style: Hoodies, T-shirts, Exercise pants, rubber/foam clogs<br />
Personality: She is very corvine in nature, curious and inquisitive, always wanting to learn more. She is easily adaptable to any situation and tends to try and surround herself with birds, real or stuffed animal. She also is interested in human and other mammal behavior, finding it incredibly interesting. She tends to overcome her occasional shyness by rambling on about random facts, but in general, she is very mature for her age.<br />
Morph: Raven<br />
Specialty: Behavioural sciences <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Jonothan "Blaze" Parnell (POV Acinonyx)<br />
Age: 15<br />
Height: 5 feet 4<br />
Hair Color: Pure black<br />
Eye Color: Green<br />
Skin Color: Light intermediate<br />
Body Build: Lean<br />
Clothing style: Loose, comfortable clothes.<br />
Personality: Studies the Change and Powers to the point of obsession. He has a tendency to rattle on for long periods of time without stopping. He has a love of cats, and understands them to the point of being just short of someone with the Animal Communication Power. He hates talking, and often appears antisocial- but he's not, as long as he has the ability to leave when he wants to, or is with people whom he knows well.<br />
Morph: Cheetah<br />
Expertise: the Change<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: Tobias McHenry (POV Shangrila)<br />
Age: 15<br />
Height: 6 feet 1 inch<br />
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black with red streaks<br />
Eye Color: Dark Blue <br />
Skin Color: Slightly pale, but not healthy. It is caused because he rarely goes out.<br />
Body Build: Slim and tone, almost lanky in appearance.<br />
Clothing style: Jeans that are comfortable and a loose shirt, choosing comfort over fashion. He normally wears his hair pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid and keeps his glasses up on his forehead instead of wearing them like he should. <br />
Personality: He is laid back and care free. He would rather be messing around on the computer than doing anything else, and his air usually states that. He always seems to be bored, whether or not he actually is. He is more out-going and approachable with people he knows.<br />
Morph: Osprey<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Name: David “Dave” Barnes (POV uncontrolled)<br />
Age: 15<br />
Height: 5’9”<br />
Hair Color: Dusty brown<br />
Eye Color: Light brown<br />
Skin Color: Tanned<br />
Body Build: Wiry/lean, ropey muscle<br />
Clothing style: Button-ups over t-shirts, jeans; prefers to go without shoes unless absolutely necessary.<br />
Personality: David is a fairly quiet man who prefers to work with his hands rather than his words. He is a good listener and has a very analytical mind which he uses to get out of scrapes. David knows the consequences of his actions and uses his analytical ability to figure out the best solution for any issue before acting.<br />
Morph: Coyote<br />
Expertise: Mechanics<br />
<br />
<br />
Stories<br />
Instinctual Responses by Acinonyx<br />
Wicked Sense of Humor by Shangrila<br />
Data by Acinonyx<br />
Data II by Acinonyx<br />
Hierarchy of Needs by Ilrak<br />
Close Encounters of an Unfortunate Kind by Acinonyx<br />
Discoveries by Ilrak<br />
<br />
<br />
[[Category:Winds of Change]][[Category:Animal]][[Category:Story]]</div>Acinonyx2