[indent][color=00a99d][i]"Two Months, well... jesus."[/i][/color] 

Over the past two months, something hit Paris. There had been six main things,

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[*] _ He had developed a crush, on one of the other pilots, it started the first time they met... around the time of the Yeshua incident.
[*] - His personality changed... He was calm, collective... and rather focused.
[*] - He avoided mostly everyone, except a few. He avoided Elora, completely... He'd always shiver when he thought about that.
[*] - He discovered... something odd, it was related to the lightning strike, back on Delta... his home planets full name was Deltariaz V, known as Deltaz V, or Delta.
[*] - He spoke to Koehler every day, during his comatose... Koehler doesn't even know, or at-least Paris thinks so.
[*] - Don't call Paris, Orion... He doesn't hate the name, but he hates people calling him by his first name, he found it rather informal.

Only people close to him, could call him what they wanted.
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Paris was by himself in the dojo... He never really paid attention to the fighting style that they offered to train for most pilots.
He worked on mastering Taekwondo, aswell five other types of Martial Arts. Taekwondo was clearly mastered by Paris ages ago, he had started reading up on Kung Fu, Ju-Jitsu and Drunken Fist (For the worst case scenario), he had stopped caring about belts, with his martial arts, and started working on learning as much as possible, so he could eventually just make his own fighting style... especially involving that odd 'power' maybe, it was a power... it was rather strong for fighting outside of his Framwerk, he was even able to use it inside ZEUS aswell... It was a secret still, he was planning on telling Lorenzo today.

[indent][color=00a99d]"Roundhouse Left, Uppercut Right, Block, Block, Scissor Kick, Dodge, Block left, right, Block Up, Duck, Dodge left, Block up, Roll right, Flying Dragon Kick, Twin Viper, Roundhouse right, Roundhouse right, Finish"[/color].[/indent]

Paris repeated this over and over again, different moves and variations, using the training dummy as a target... He was determined, especially in class work as well... If I he wasn't practicing his martial arts, he was studying the Cruxi and not just his own 'Werk, but everyone's... Learning everyone's weaknesses and strengths, who to be with and when... Studying different scenarios, even though he will never be prepared at-least he can get some knowledge and experience before going into battle. He rarely spoke with anyone, and if he was speaking... it was whilst he was stuck in his books... or if he was helping someone out. The only one he would even pay over more than moderate attention to was his crush, she pilot a ranged frame and he swears she didn't have a clue that he liked her. He tried to keep those aside, especially when training. 

He'd usually leave those thoughts for when he couldn't sleep... which wasn't moderate or rare, every Sunday at the same time roughly, he would not fall asleep at all... for about three hours. He worked way too hard and he was still helping everyone else, with almost anything they asked, it never phased Paris to help someone, he always did. He did care about others, but he only showed it to those close to him, and nobody was really "close" except Koehler, whom he doesn't remember but swears he told him about his crush... Apparently it was obvious, well thats what Paris thinks... he doesn't even know if Koehler knows, he probably does... Paris's mind was a bit fuzzy at the time. Paris kept on fighting, beating the anger out of himself... He had been angry today... He really wanted to kill the Cruxi, so bad. 

After practicing, Paris decided it was time to relax for once... He rushed over to the rec room to play the Piano, considering he always left at-least 30 minutes a day to play the instrument, it was his only leisure... Apart from piloting Zeus. He stroked the keys as he sat down and decided to play a song he learn't from a book, it was from some sort of entertainment that was watched a long time ago in history, all the way back in the 21st century, back on Earth. The song he was playing today was meant for someone, yet he never told anyone who, Koehler probably had an idea... Paris knew for a fact that Koehler was one of his best mates here... he knew Paris better than anyone, he called him Z most of the time aswell... Koehler was a great friend, though this song was for him, obviously it was for someone else.....

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This was the first time, that Paris had gotten through the whole song without stopping. He thought it was perfect... after a month of learning and it was a great piece... for a great person. He stroked each note with as much grace and emphasis as possible, setting the dynamics for each verse, chorus and bridge. He went up and down the keyboard, lightning fast... In-fact this was where he found out that he had a crush on her, aswell as where he found out about that odd power... So many things originate from this room... Paris shed one tear... after had finished his emotional piece of gratitude... It had taken him so long, to move-on as much as he could from Kirsten, and she would've been happy that he had found someone else to be dumb for... Someone else that he hoped liked him back, he hadn't felt for someone in a long time... He was glad that the only rules stated, that if we let our emotions go through onto the battle-field that's when they stop us... or something on those lines... I'm glad they let us be rather social, though we tended not to be. On another topic, that caught Paris was the fact that Lorenzo had still not gotten used to Paris calling him L, Paris thought so at-least... He decided to give Lorenzo a sense of 'superiority' by calling him by Mr. L, for some reason refusing to say sir... a bad habit maybe? Paris sat there, realizing that anyone in the rec room could probably hear him at the moment, playing the piano... like usual. Yet He sat there, as if he wanted to be approached or something... He hadn't relaxed or even taken a breather for a long time, a very long time.
Paris scratched his scar, on his right eye, it was rather noticeable... and he got it from the odd power incident... He kept waiting like Koehler would magically appear or someone came in... Hell, the circumstance or awkwardness of Elora showing her face would be rather unsettling for Paris... He didn't hate Elora, he just didn't want to be reminded of Kirsten.


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