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Moment of Awesome: Kevin Sydney|Changeling: Following his near-death, Kevin is confronted by his apparent lack of humanity in his default form.

There was a metal slab under him. It wasn't the least comfortable place Kevin Sydney had ever woken up in, but it wasn't a king sized bed at the Carlton either. He slowly pulled himself up into a seated position, blinking as his eyes unfocused, trying to adapt to the light in the room. He was groggy, suffering a massive headache, and something just didn't feel right. Why?

Oh, the shotgun. He remembered the hammer blow of the impact to his chest. It should have killed him. His powers must have taken care of it. The skin of is chest showed no signs of a gunshot wound.

And it was grey. Dull grey. Hairless. Lacking a nipple.

Kevin shot up and off the table in a panic. He was in the MedLab in the mansion. He'd been here before and seen the operating theatre, which he was off to the side of. His hands were... grey. Three fingers and no nails. He pushed over to the other side of the room, tossing the sheet that tangled around him to one side as he reached the full sized mirror.

What stared out at him was a horror; hairless and unisex. He was all grey, his body lacking more than vague definition from his three toed feet to his long fingered hands. The face looking back was dominated by large, dark eyes. There was no nose, holes for ears and a slit for a mouth. He touched his forehead, willing that the hand in the mirror wouldn't rise up and repeat the motion. That there was a reason other than this inhuman creature - this thing - was something else; a trick or a delusion.

"No. No. No no no no no..." The words slipped out, quickly unspooled in a stream of babble as he touched his chest and hips and featureless groin. He screwed his eyes shut. Six decades of training took over. He took a deep breath, concentrated and opened his eyes.

He looked back at himself. Proper hands, pale skin with his dark body hair; a human face.