It was a perfect day. The temperature was down at about 20 degrees being that it was January in this city. Normal people would consider this day far too cold to be considered perfect, but this weather was exactly perfect for Doniel, who wore a bundled up jacket over his uniform and a beanie on his head. Doniel was staring at his target across the street. A risky target, it was, but Doniel wasn't afraid. He'd been in the run around before and knew his team had his back even if this was over something stupid like egging the police building.

Doniel loved this weather because if they didn't clean it up soon, it would turn into an icey mess in this weather. Just lovely. Doniel knew this was stupid, but he stood across the street with a catering of eggs in either hand. Doniel sat down his cartin in his right hand then popped open the one in his left. The eggs were lined up perfectly. He looked down at the watch on his hands. It was about five minutes before shift change. Shift change of course to cause the most chaos.

Doniel picked up his first egg measuring the distance in his mind and then let out a childish laugh as he begin pelting the police station with eggs. As if on call, one of the police came out to check the noise. Doniel didn't wait for them to shout anything as he begin to pelt the officer with the eggs. Of course once more started joining the party, Doniel decided it was time to leave and then threw down the rest of his eggs and ran for it.

Kind of chilly out, but nothing a horned sheep could not handle! While he was not exactly...inconspicuous. After all, the odds of one simply prancing through town were certainly enough to...make everyone who saw him question it. Some backed away in fear that he was some feral animal that was released from the zoo, he was actually rather peaceful at the moment. He was attracting loads of attention, but if things got messy then he could just shift into something that could fly and get the hell out of there. Almost as if on cue, he heard rather angry shouting. That was his cue! The sheep suddenly deconstructed into a pile of goo before reconstructing into a much smaller form. A pure white dove with a strange set of curled horns launched itself into the air, the chilly winds causing him to shiver. Kin looked behind him to find that there wasn't really anyone going after him.

Instead, he had spotted a pair of officers chasing after a rather young looking human. He blinked before swooping down and following the chase from above. Whatever the young lad had done, it somehow warranted the chase of the police. Time to do the right thing, but he wanted to figure out just what had happened. The dove swooped down behind Doniel before collapsing into the ground in a mound of goo once more before reconstructing himself to appear as Doniel, the only difference being he had pure white hair with small curled horns that contrasted greatly with his now dark skin.

He caught up with the stranger before speaking, "Hiya!" he smiled, "What brought you here?" his voice perfectly echoed that of Doniel's.

Doniel was laughing to himself as he sprinted in the front of the chase. He was used to having to run from the cops, seeing as his whole life revolved around it. This felt great actually. Just the warm up he needed before a good work out today that Striker would provide soon. Turned out even on 'vacation' the Strike Out team still did their daily training sessions. Nothing but the best was excepted by Striker. He might push them hard, but he had a good reason. The world was unpredictable and harsh. If you were so much of a second off your game you could easily get hurt, or worse, die. So the chase wasn't actually so much of a challenge for Doniel. He could almost imagine the one time Striker had been in a particularly bad mood during training and had decided to inspire motivation to run faster by chasing the team with his swords. Striker was an unpredictable man sometimes. Doniel was partially sure he was slightly if not fully insane. Not that that scared Doniel. Somehow, it had an odd likability of it. Something about Striker's unpredictable nature made everyone comfortable around him. Well, Doniel supposed, Striker wasn't completely unpredictable as the man did run by the clock. There was a schedule for everything.

Doniel turned a corner starting to breathe a little harder but pushed on. He was determined to outrun his pursuers. As he got halfway down the sidewalk he felt a shift beside him but ignored it. It wasn't until he noticed someone running beside him that Doniel turned his head slightly to see an exact copy of himself except the white hair and horns. "Hiya! What brought you here?" His voice asked him.

Doniel couldn't help but to jump backwards and scream in alarm. He was now triggered heavily into fight or flight mode knowing both the police and this strange copy of him were nearby. Doniel picked himself up quickly and launched himself into the traffic filled road. He played chicken with the cars before emerging on the other side. He continued to push himself as quickly as he could go to get away from this. What the hell was going on?! If he hadn't been breathing hard a moment ago, he was now.

Oh dear...he had startled the human. They all seemed to be really jumpy creatures compared to more lax ones like the sloth or even a turtle. The human ran away once more, Kin staring after before decomposing and reforming into a dove once more. He flew into the air and over the traffic, the police being caught in the traffic and slowed down heavily. His graceful wings flapped as he arched over the cars and caught up with Doniel once more. This time, he flew ahead of Doniel above his line of sight. He landed around a corner and shifted to Doniel's form once more after deconstructing himself.

He could hear the panicked breaths and rushed footsteps as the teenager hurried to get away. He waited until they were relatively closer before stepping out from behind the corner, "Could you please stop running?" he asked with a tone of politeness. He was used to people running, they always ran as soon as they saw him as themselves. He figured it was a normal reaction considering he would be pretty freaked out if he saw someone change into his original form. He was not offended, and merely wished for the boy to stop running away already.

Doniel looked back and saw that he's managed to slow the cops considerably. He didn't see a duplicate of himself anymore but he'd run a little while longer just to make sure. After what he was sure would be a clean get away Doniel looked back making sure it was clear. When he looked back, there was suddenly his exact copy with the horns and white hair standing in front of him. Doniel screamed and back pedaled falling flat on his butt.

"Could you please stop running?" He asked.

Doniel stared up in shock. His mouth hung half open in horror as his legs moved restlessly as if debating on staying still or keep running, but his upper body remained motionless so he stayed planted on the ground.

"What... are you?" Doniel couldn't help but to ask. "Are you like my long lost twin or something?"

He found it rather amusing that the human had thought him to be a long lost twin. The human had also asked what he was though it was a very common question whenever someone spotted the horns. He was pretty sure humans this young did not have white hair too. He did not care though, a human had accepted him and taught him once, who's to say it wont happen again?

"No, I'm not your twin," he spoke with a bit of a nervous laughter at the rather dumb comment. It was fairly obvious from the horns that he was indeed NOT an identical twin. A big dumb smile was on his face as he explained himself a bit more, "As of right now I am nearly exact copy of you. Only difference is I have horns and white hair."

He did not seem to mind that his initial question had gone unanswered, being rather patient. Kin smiled stupidly as he asked, "Any more questions or can I ask mine?"

Doniel blinked at his duplicate. He wordlessly got up to his feet brushing himself off as he stared at the boy.

"I have another question, then you can get to yours. Can you duplicate anyone you see?" Doniel asked feeling slightly on edge, but at the same time curious. Doniel studied his copy up and down making a small circle around him as he did so. It was brilliant how much alike they looked. Besides the hair and horns, they were exactly the same. Did that mean their dna was the same right now?

"Sorry, one other one too. What's your name? I'm Doniel." Doniel said remembering he hadn't introduced himself. He held his hand out to shake.

Kin's face drooped in a bit of disappointment as he was not allowed to ask his own question. He did not quite understand the need to not allow a potential criminal to not talk. The mimic of Doniel tilted his head as the real one continued his questioning. He did not feel the need to withhold information from this guy, where was the harm in it? Instead of answering the man directly, his face began to melt as he dropped into a pile of goop as if he were more of a semi-liquid substance before reforming as one of the officers that had been chasing him, "That answer your question?" he spoke with a giggle. The form of the officer had the suit and hat and everything, however the hair was white and his horns seemed to melt right through the hat and stick out like a sore thumb.

"I have many names," Kin spoke before collapsing his body structure once more and reforming as Doniel again, "but you can call me Charlie!" he gave the human the name he usually gave others ever since the first human he met told him to keep his real name on the down-low. He did not know what was so important about his real name, but the first human knew what was best so he would listen to him...and find him once again.

"Now my question!" he spoke with excitement, "Why were those guys chasing you?"