[Thread] Arrogance takes a blow

[preventerchang]

Characters: OU!Chang Wufei, OPEN
Where: The Plaza
When: Early afternoon
Summary: Wufei has come to the realization that perhaps it's past time he attempted to make allies of some of the other residents of Neocontra. Since his PDA is still missing and assumed in hostile hands, he's had to wait until allowing himself off of his self-imposed house

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[wolfofriendship]

Gabumon normally wasn't one for artwork, but something about Piemon's sidewalk chalk, handed over before the pup had disappeared, had called him out to the fountain, and Gabumon was currently doing his best to draw a Seadramon around the side of the fountain. All this dreary, cold weather, even if it was only in Gabumon's head after the frenzy of the humans' holiday, needed brightening up. He was so intent on his drawing, that he never even noticed when he backed up into someone. "I'm sorry," Gabumon said.

[preventerchang]

Wufei would have berated himself for not realizing that he'd veered so closely to the person working on the elaborate piece of artwork -- it seemed to be a dragon of some sort, and the creator had seemed so absorbed in his work that Wufei had not wanted to interrupt -- if not for the fact that he was just now realizing that the person he'd assumed to wearing a rather weird winter coat was not a person at all.

Or at least not a person of the type he recognized, he told himself sharply, holding in his shocked exclamation with some minor difficulty. "It was my fault," he corrected. "I did not mean to walk so closely to your work."

[wolfofriendship]

"Heh... I just hope we don't get some weather to ruin it before I show Yamato." Gabumon sat up, and dusted his hand off, grimacing as some pink smeared on his fur. "Sorry about the mess.... I'm Gabumon.

[preventerchang]

"I'm Chang Wufei, and it is good to met you, Gabumon" Wufei replied, eying the -- whatever it was -- with interest. "It's a rather good piece of work. Your friend will appreciate it, I am certain." The mess was something that mattered little to him -- perhaps someone in this place would care about the chalk dust, but that person was not him.

"If it is not rude to ask -- exactly what are you?" he asked, watching his tone carefully. The thing --person, he reminded himself sharply, a person named Gabumon-- had teeth. Large, sharp teeth. Insulting him would not be a good idea.

[vicious_temper]

Lucivar was in his normal outfit that was pants and a vest with a belted camp for his coat as a normal coat was not made for someone with wings. He was used to the cold and as such it did only colored his cheeks and nose a bit, which would have been more from the work out from before and not the cold so much

[preventerchang]

Wufei managed, but only barely, to keep himself from voicing his surprise at the appearance of the winged man; he had an uneasy feeling that his earlier stubborn desire to overlook anything he could not recognize as sane and normal was coming back to bite him in the ass.

Hold back your prejudice, look beyond everything you believe to be true, and just run with it, Chang. "Hello," he said when the other approached him, though he was cautious in the greeting he gave, noting the way the other walked, the ease in his motions that gave away his training and fighting ability. A possible danger, but it was unlikely, as he sensed no threat or malice in that approach.

[vicious_temper]

Lucivar wondered if this person was used to winged people or not. He was not like his brother and tell what other told by body language. He was Eyrien and there for blunt to a fault.

One thing Lucivar did know and could tell was it seemed this person was trying to avoid something. He had no idea what he was trying to not do but there had to be something.

Lucivar knew the feeling of not wanting to go somewhere or do something. Still he felt that the best way was to just get it done. Step on the battlefield and fight and win. As such…

“Hello.” Lucivar looked around the plaza. “What is it you don’t want to do that makes this plaza so fun to walk around?”

[preventerchang]

"Thinking," Wufei replied, not adverse to giving a much-truncated version of the truth. He had no intentions of offering more information as to just what it was he was avoiding thinking about. That would defeat the purpose of not thinking. "Have you a name?"

[not_a_squint]

Booth had a list of people to talk to. Six victims of a sinister little scheme cooked up by a clown, and a few others, witnesses, anything, really. If he could find out anything to confirm or deny Atlas and Harth Fray's involve ment then he'd find his time well spent. Fingers were being pointed, and since there wasn't any forensic anthropology to be done, it fell upon Special Agent Booth to get the job done

[preventerchang]

Wufei turned in his tracks, looking back behind himself, startled at the calling of his name by an unfamiliar voice. He tilted his head to the side, inspecting the man who stood before him. Tall, caucasian, with an accent that reminded him heavily of Maxwell. Well-built; he appeared human, but that was no firm indication that he truly was. "Yes," Wufei responded affirmatively, only the lightest thread of caution in his voice. "Should I know you?"

[not_a_squint]

Booth gave an amused chuckled and offered a hand. "Probably'll want to." he said. "Call me Booth. I'm with the FBI... Not that it really matters." The special agent replied.

He gestured towards the cafe, "You up for a coffee? Answer a few questions, or.. you know.. if you prefer a civil conversation.. I'm flexible."

[preventerchang]

Wufei accepted the offered hand with his own polite smile, shaking it with a grip less firm than he could have wished. "Then it's good to meet you, Booth. You can call me Chang -- with the not-that-it-really-matters-Preventers. Coffee, questions, and conversation all sound good."

Though he had no idea what the FBI was -- the term was vaguely familiar, perhaps a very old Earth organization? -- he had the impression that the man who had just approached him was likely to be as no-nonsense as he himself was. He could appreciate that in a person.

[r4d3d1337h4xx0r]

Wearing the winter gear she had been given by the older Quatre for Christmas, Ed made her way through the park, jumping in the snow, playing around and tossing it in the air. She giggled and sang to herself, making quite a bit of noise. Near the edge, she had her back to the plaza and the fountain nearby... and one of her loosely packed snowballs flew up and back over her head and towards someone behind her... a certain, black-haired China man sulking about his situation.

[preventerchang]

Wufei hadn't missed the antics of the young girl playing in the snow -- he doubted anyone could have. He'd been giving her a wide berth, not wanting to interrupt her fun, not sure exactly how to approach such an exuberant display of pure enjoyment in a weather condition he found to be rather irritating. He hadn't been all that fond of snow prior to his abandonment in it, and now he found it even more loathsome.

The unexpected white flurry that clouded his vision as the snowball hit his head and exploded, showering his shoulders with powder, coating his hair and slipping into the collar of his jacket made him shout with surprise, a wordless yelp as he whirled to face his ... attacker.

A child. He relaxed almost instantly, though he stayed on the alert. The same child. "Watch where you're throwing those," he called in warning, his tone slightly stern.

[r4d3d1337h4xx0r]

Ed turned and looked Wufei over for a moment. She giggled at his snow covered predicament. "Fun!" she said. She went over and looked at him, tilting her head slightly in curiosity. "You're not Fei-Fei... but you look like her. Wu-Wu?" She worked her mind around the doubles idea for a moment, clearly not overly upset by it. She grinned at him. "Wu-Wu!" she said with another giggle.

[preventerchang]

He wasn't certainly wasn't "Fei-Fei" -- privately, he was appalled that she would allow anyone to use such a diminutive form of their shared name. Granted, it was common enough for Duo to use such irritating nicknames, but ... "Wufei," he said, confirming for her that he was who she imagined him to be. "Not Wu-Wu." More melted ice-water slipped down into the collar of his jacket, causing an involuntary shudder.