Chatterbox: Down to Earth

I know I am changing... Changing into something more. I am completely fine with it, with the full understanding that I am not being discarded, and that I would remember who I was before. I'll still be me, with an altered personality and a different appearence and most likely a new name, but I'll still have the same powers and memories; basically I'll be me in a different body. Rogue said that the change would hurt, but I'm ready. Finally, I would be someone who would be known and respected by all, even the most arrogant of AEs. I don't know just quite how, but I know that I wouldn't let anybody look down upon me. Rogue in their community was known and either loved or feared for their straightforwardness, courage, and silence. Sometimes I wonder how Rogue stood it, being the paradox-type that is an INTJ. But back to the present. I stroll nonchalantly down the CB, another sign that I'm changing. Normally I'd be walking briskly, eager to get back to Rogue. Now, I'm enjoying being out, watching the letter-blossom trees bloom in their designated brick cubicles. They really are quite beautiful, the flowers seemingly made of various masterpeices, may they have originally been on canvas or paper. I pull my hood up and for a second a grey mask covers the lower half of my face, but it disappears as quickly as it came. I'm guessing my next form will have a grey mask, then, and a hoodie. Mysterious. I like it. When will I finish this transformation...? A name flashes before my eyes. Made of flaming silver, it reads... It's gone. I didn't have time enough to read it.