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[Kitsune.]

(I guess Touko is okay with me jumping in here, so I guess I must)

-Moon >Luke, K-9, Touko>
A small rustling noise and the quivering of wide palm fronds indicated the arrival of.. something. Barely a second later, the creature had leaped forward, launching its shadowy body into the thick, moist jungle air. It hit the ground to the right of Touko, spinning around instantly, a small growl escaping its jaws. Its gray fur glimmered in the harsh sunlight, claws glinting. It squatted on its hind legs, lupine muscle quickly being replaced my much weaker human muscle, fur melting into pale skin. It's vibrant blue eyes bore into the male standing before her, dirty golden curls resting on her shoulders. Her clothes also melted on; a small blue top and torn jeans, with no shoes. She didn't drop her gaze for several seconds, sweat already beginning to bead on her forehead.

[hakuu]

Ｔｏｕｋｏ Ｆｕｋａｗａ
-t a g g e d``L u k e & K 9, M o o n

touko screamed loudly in agony before falling to the ground, fainting. but she instantly jumped back up, now in her other personality, genocider syo. "da da da daaaa!!" genocider sang, pulling out a pair of scissors from who knows where and snipping them in the air. he laughed violently, sounding insane. "well, hello~ who are you two?" genocider cackles. touko's other personality didn't share knowledge or memories with the real touko, so luke might be in trouble.

[Kitsune.]

-Moon >Luke >Touko

The creature tilted its head in confusion.
"What are those?" She asked, eyes focused on the thin connected blades in Touko's hands.

[InfectedHau]

Vi||Human||Tagged:Gabriel
After a few minutes of wandering, Vi was beginning to get bored. She still hadn't found another person, and her fists were inching to bury themselves in someones face. Finally, she found someone, another human, from the looks of him, just wandering around. Old Vi would have just run up and punched him, maybe stolen his wallet, but new Vi was trying to have some measure of self-control. In lieu of hit-and-run, she walked boldly up to the man and said "Hey! You wouldn't happen to be a criminal, would you?"

[hakuu]

Ｔｏｕｋｏ Ｆｕｋａｗａ
-t a g g e d``L u k e & K 9, M o o n

genocider simply laughed murderously and flicked his tongue. "scissors~ any great murderer simply has to have them!~" he was clearly insane. touko then took over the controls of her own mind again, not wanting genocider to hurt anyone. she fell to the ground weakly, sneering. "and that's why none of you should even be around me..." she sighed, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes once more. she stood up once more, and looked at moon. "w-who are you...may I ask...?" touko says, confused.

[Kitsune.]

Moon> Luke >Touko

Moon stared in confusion at the human. What was it doing? Scissors? What were those? She identified one word that stung her like a hawk's talons; murderer.
"I'm... Mūnchairudo.. call me.. Moon," she growled, voice like gravel against stone, un-used for years. Her hands grasped at the soil, eyes widening at the choking sound of her voice.

[hakuu]

Ｔｏｕｋｏ Ｆｕｋａｗａ
-t a g g e d``L u k e & K 9, M o o n

touko stared at moon, knowing that she was secretly judging her. "I-I know...I'm a freak..." touko sighed, now avoiding any eye contact. she shook in violent convulsions, hugging herself. the pained expression usually on her face came back.

Ｃｈｉｈｉｒｏ Ｆｕｊｉｓａｋｉ
- t a g g e d``o p e n

Chihiro heard a lot of commotion, and peeked around the tree he'd fallen out of to see...Touko?! Why was she here? Chihiro smiled, finally recognized someone, and he wasn't alone. thank god. but he was quite shy to go over there, as he didn't want to interact much. he didn't want to get into anything involving his gender. he frowned and looked away.

[Kitsune.]

(I have to go to sleep so Moon leapt after foxy or something bye)

[adelphi prime.]

{*Jumps up and gasps* WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME THAT THIS WAS BACK UP!!! :D *insert happy dance emoticon here*}

ＤＵＳＴＹ ＣＲＯＰＨＯＰＰＥＲ


❝I've been flying over the same feilds, day after day, month after month, for years! I'm just trying to prove that maybe, just maybe, I can do more than what I was built for....❞



B A S I C A L L Y
name ;; Dusty Crophopper
alias ;; Farm Boy, Duster, Dusty, Dustmiester, Tractor, Champ, Strut
age ;; 24
gender ;; Male
species ;; Air Tractor AT 502
fandom ;; Planes; Planes: Fire and Rescue
original or canon ;; Canon
summary ;; A crop duster turned racer, Dusty is a plane that went from little known to famous in the span of a week or so. He won a large race called the Wings Around the Globe Air Rally, and his popularity sky rocketed -even though he is afraid of heights. However, due to a failing gearbox; one that was out of production, he had to switch gears into a new career -the career of firefighting. He was certified, but did end up crashing and being out of commission for five days. Luckily, however, a friend had managed to build him a new gearbox out of spare parts, and he has been running off of that ever since.

O N T H E O U T S I D E
eyes ;; Blue
paint ;; Orange and white, with blue streaks down his sides and a #7 decal behind each of his wings
height ;; 7 Feet, 6 Inches
weight ;; N/A
body modifications ;; Although he is a crop duster, he is actually has wings of a T-33, as well as retractable landing gear. He's picked up many a modification as he races, breaks, and busts parts and pieces. His engine has more torque than his model typically has, and he lacks the sprayer he was originally built with.
extra information ;; On the left side of his nose, just behind his nose cap, is the proud Jolly Wrenches insignia, which resembles a skull and crossbones.

O N T H E I N S I D E
personality ;; I really enjoy racing, it's one of my passions, but I also am a firefighter, and must take in the responsibility for that. Some people call me humble, some call me brave, some call me courageous. I'm not really so. If you want humble or brave, talk to my mentor Blade Ranger, if you want courageous, go to my friend Skipper Riley. I guess I'll do anything for my friends, I couldn't imagine ignoring them in a time of need. My friends call me a dork, and I can believe it, especially when I look back at my first few days as a racer.

Now, if it's interests you want to know, I'll give a quick fly over of that. As I said before, I enjoy racing. A lot. It's so much better than flying over the same fields day after day, month after month, to dust crops as I'm 'meant' to do. Even if my engine can't handle a lot of it, I'm never giving racing up. I also really like hanging out with Sparky, Chug, and the Piston Peak Air Attack team. If you don't know them, you should really meet them. They're good friends, and fun to be around. Well, all except Dipper. She's... let's just say she's my 'biggest fan' and leave it at that. She's... a bit of a stalker. Anyway, I also have to admit, I really like Arby's -you know, the restaurant?- and their mocha shakes are the best. Yeah, I know, probably not the best for my tank, but it's something I wouldn't mind having more often.

What I really hate doing is dusting crops, unlike my old boss, Leadbottom. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind flying low and slow, I just hate the smell of that... Vita-minamulch. Ugh, that stuff really is nasty. Of course, I've never encountered fertilizer that smells good. Like all people, I don't enjoy bad sportsmanship. I've run into it a couple of times during my time as a racer -don't even get me started on Ripslinger- so it's certainly not something I enjoy seeing or hearing about.

Some fears I have are, one, that I don't like flying over the ocean. I don't mind it so much now that I have pontoons, but I have bad experience with water. I crashed into the ocean before, and I don't want to again. I also have a slight fear of heights still -even if most of that is gone- so I can't go quite as high as other planes. It comes with my old lifestyle, being a crop duster, I had to fly low and slow. I'd never been above a thousand feet. I'll admit I'm also afraid that my gearbox'll go out again. For a while I was deemed never to race again, or even push my engine into the red zone, without stalling and crashing. It's not fun when some part is out of production and you need it.
history ;; Oh... gosh... there's a LOT to say here. You know, why don't you just read this. Somebody wrote it and it's pretty acurate, actually.



Built with a high flying dream, Dusty had to face tremendous struggles to get to where he is now. Becoming a racer wasn't easy, and becoming a firefighter had more than his share of turbulence as well.

Starting out a crop duster, everyone around him -except his buddy Chug- pulled him down to earth from his dream of racing with the best. Not being built for it, he had no chance, and being raised in the country as a low and slow flying plane, he had no experience. It was pure luck he even got into the Wings Around the Globe, the biggest race known to planekind, and that was due to illegal fuel intake by one of the qualifying racers. Seeking to get better and actually have a small chance, he sought out a mentor. The plane he found happened to be the great Skipper Riley. The Corsair reluctantly agreed to help train the plane.

Upon arrival to the Wings Around the Globe, he faced huge mountains, grueling winds, cold weather, and huge storms, as well as a double crossing racer in order to pull ahead to first place. Without his friends, the crop duster wouldn't have even completed the course after a gory crash into the sea.

About a year later, when Dusty's career was just taking flight, his future took a sudden turn when he found out that his gearbox -which was out of production- was broken. Forced to change gears, the crop duster-turned-racer embarked on another adventure... one to become a firefighter.

Distracted from his training thanks to his gearbox, Dusty didn't take well with his change in careers. He ended up putting others' lives in danger in his own selfish actions...

But in one final fire, one that swept through Piston Peak National Park, Dusty risked his life to save others after Blade -his mentor- nearly sacrificed himself for the racer. The plane ended up pushing his engine into the red, causing his engine to stall. He crashed. The five days the racer was unconscious were some of the more grueling days his friends remember, as nobody knew if he'd make it through. Luckily, as you can see, he did, and his gearbox was completely rebuilt as well by the hand-me-down mechanic Maru.

[yeet.]

{{ accepted ~ ^^


Luke Smith | Male | Human alien | Under a year old, appears to be fifteen | Tags ;; K9, Touko Fukawa

Luke stood still while the situation played out, worry crossing his face as he saw Touko, considering that he was fairly used to encountering odd creatures, he managed to make Touko one of his top priorities. He walked toward her, asking if she was alright before turning to Moon, "And why would a werewolf be here..?"