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[vengefulagent]

[Even before his visit with York, Wash has felt...off. And a bit itchy, which really fucking sucks when one is dressed in armor the majority of the day, but his left leg has felt ridiculously itchy all day when he hasn't been distracted with sneezing and his occasionally stuffed nose. But not too long ago, all that became this...tingly feeling, and times, like his whole body was being twisted into knots.

Now...normally, Wash would have just gone back to the medical bay on the Mother of Invention, but since he came to the Plane to look for South, that's what he's going to do. It wouldn't do either of them any good if one was missing.

Unfortunately, he has no idea where the hell she can be since she isn't in her normal spot, so he's been stuck wandering around the Plane with all that weird pain shooting through his body.

Yeah, they're gonna have words later.

He's so annoyed and worked up about finding her that he doesn't quite notice how much he's suppressing the pain and the tingling until it suddenly hits him all at once while he's finishing up his search of the theatre. His breath is knocked out him as his knees weaken, his vision dimming--and then he collapses to the lobby ground.

A few minutes later, he comes to, but he feels very, very weird. He doesn't feel that pain anymore, but as he starts to move again and lets out a groan, it's a much, much deeper voice that he hears.] Ugh, what--[His eyes pop open in surprise--only to be further surprised by the different HUD in his helmet, and the strange four-digit hand moving towards his face.]

Whoa! [He sits up, backing away from the hand until he realizes that it's his.] What--what's happened to me?! How did this happen? [As he speaks, the four mandible-like lips on his face move. The sensation is...well, "strange" doesn't properly describe it. His hand moves under the front brim of his helmet to feel his mouth.] --Is this my face?

[He jumps to his feet out of a very strong desire to just get the hell out of there before something else happens, though a small part of him is left wondering if the theatre always had that stale popcorn smell or not. Never the less, he runs out of the theatre, knocking the door off its hinges.

Anyone nearby will see a tall gray and gold-armored alien leave the theatre instead of the armored Freelancer who went in there minutes ago, or one can find him out on the Plane elsewhere when he's calmer.]



[ooc: Say hello to Elite-Wash! The Elites/Sangheili are really the only alien race we've seen in RvB, and in that universe, they're sort of at war with them but one has been (will be?) used for training exercises in the series (and made mpreg canonical--er, long story for another time), but the Elites have only ever sounded and acted like this. Thank god the Plane translates everyone or else he'd just be saying "blargh" or "honk" the entire time.

Anyway, Elite-Wash, and his conveniently changed armor, is over eight feet tall, has a super deep voice, is far more agile than a regular human, and his senses are sharper. He does not have any guns on him, contrary to the picture and icons I'll be inserting into the comments. He does have a rash on his left leg that is much lighter in color than the rest of his brown-black skin, so feel free to notice that at any time. And for the sake of ease, feel free to catch him at any point after he flees the theatre; just give me a heads-up about how much time has passed since then and whatnot. And yes! That should be it.]

Comments

[inhumanity]

[Christopher spotted him, was pretty surprised, and then spotted him about ten minutes later.]

Hello!!

[Be friendly when you greet people? GOT IT COVERED]

[vengefulagent]

[By now, Wash is...still very much distressed about his transformation, and he's yet to fully see himself (seriously, where's a mirror when you need one?!) he can guess what he is now. Despite that...he's starting to internalize his feelings. He needs to keep his head if he's going to figure out what's happened and how.

Really, panicking about it will only drive him insane.

However, when this random guy greets him, he's definitely wrong-footed.]

Um...hi. You're not afraid of me or anything...?

[inhumanity]

[And he stares at the creature.]

Should I be?

[.............hm. Well killing him would mean finding weaknesses in the armour. Eh, he can do it.]

[nothing to fear!]

[vengefulagent]

No! [He tries again a little more calmly] I mean, no, you shouldn't be scared. I'm not... I'm not normally like this. I don't know what happened.

[Wash's eyes narrow a bit as he considers the man in front of him.] Do you realize your eyes are red? I don't know if you have any eyedrops or anything, but that...can't be healthy.

[inhumanity]

[Super cheerful reply] My eyes are as healthy and natural as I am.

And I would hazard a most careless guess that that makes them more healthy than you are. What are you normally like?

[vengefulagent]

[He's silent for a second, then shrugs.] Okay, maybe red eyes are just natural where you're from. [He chocks it up to the Plane, but now he's also wondering if people from his world also have blue, green, and other colored eyes like that.]

Like a regular person! Like you. I'm...one of them. [quickly adds:] Back home, I mean! An alien of some kind.

[inhumanity]

Normally human, you mean. [Christopher is going to get closer. And possibly try to poke Wash.] Because this is... an extraterrestrial? [He is very fascinated.]

[traitortwin]

[What the fuck is that doing here--!!

South spots the alien while on her way back to the mansion, and she freezes when she does. Instinct kicks in - she aims a magnum at the "floor" right beside it and pulls the trigger. Consider it a warning shot, considering she can't speak.

What a time for something like this to happen...]

[vengefulagent]

[Wash doesn't even get a chance to speak when that gun is drawn and shot at him. Needless to say, he isn't any happier than he was moments ago.]

Hey, what the hell, stop it! I'm not going to hurt you, South!

[traitortwin]

[It... whoa. Um. She's... a little freaked out that it apparently knows her name, but she doesn't take another shot. It's too bad she's wearing that helmet though - the expectant look she's giving the alien can only go so far through a visor after all... And no, she's not lowering that gun. Not yet.]

[vengefulagent]

[His hands slowly go up as that gun doesn't move down.] I'm serious! I know this looks bad, but I'm not going to do anything. I'm not what... [He sighs, his arms flopping to his sides] I'm not what I look like.

[traitortwin]

[The more it talks, the more it kind of sounds familiar, sort of, in an off sort of way-- is that... is that Wash?! No way...!

She lowers her weapon, doesn't put it away just yet, and takes a step closer, head tilted to one side. You know, this would be a lot more convenient if she could just fucking ask him, but no. Of course not.]

[vengefulagent]

[Almost in answer to her question...] It's me, South. It's Washington. I...[He trails off, puzzled. If an Elite could look puzzled, he would right now if it weren't for the facemask of a helmet he's wearing.] ...I can't help noticing you're not saying a single thing. Are you that shocked?

[decrypts]

[so, york is still exploring this place. he'd gone back to the mother of invention, hell-bent on a shower and a break from that damn nanosuit, and now that he's back on the plane, he's thinking that the theater might be a good place to start looking around again.

because theaters are always pretty awesome, if you ask him. even if there had never been a time as a kid that he hadn't come out of one with gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe because the floor was so disgusting. anyway.

he's about to open the door and make his way inside when the door opens all by itself and smacks him right in the face - and whatever it is that shoots out of the doorway has so much forward momentum going for it that york ends up losing his balance and falling back on his ass. it takes him a second to get his bearings again, and he shakes his head and looks after the thing that had burst out of the door, sitting there rather dumbfounded for a moment before he finds his voice.]

Hey - what the hell?

[no, wash, he very obviously doesn't realize it's you, yet.]

[vengefulagent]

[It takes a second for that voice to catch up and register in Wash's mind, but when it does, he whirls around, but continues to back away]

I-I didn't mean--sorry, York. I can't explain what's happening right now. [Continuous backpedaling? Is a go.]

[decrypts]

[and he's still sitting there with that dumb as hell look on his face until he finally manages to pick himself up, because wait just a damn minute, he wants some answers here!

wait.

hold the phone.

he recognizes that voice.] Wait - Wash?

[yep! jogging after you, wash. you're not getting rid of him yet. sorry.] What happened to you?

[vengefulagent]

Uh, uh, yeah. Um... [As he says this in a rather panicked tone of voice (and despite his voice deepening, he still has the same inflections and tone as he normally would), he's still backing away from York] I don't know what happened, I started feeling awful and I passed out and--would you stop coming after me?! I don't want you to shoot me or anything! I don't want to die like this!

[decrypts]

Dude - Wash - calm down, okay? I'm not - [WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK HE WANTS TO SHOOT THEM? JESUS.

but he does stop, holds his hands back up, staying right where he is to make the other a little more comfortable.] I just wanna know what happened, is all. Are you .. [and he stops, looks at the other man in his current state, fixated on his face.] Do you really have mandibles?

[tact? what's that?]

[vengefulagent]

[His hands immediately go to his face, his voice sounding a bit muffled] What? ...Maybe. [pause while he opens his mouth and feels it moving in all sorts of directions.] Okay, that's really weird.

[At least the question's got him to stop backing away for now.]

I don't...I don't know what happened. I wasn't feeling right. Everything hurt and tingled, then I blacked out from the pain and...woke up like this. [Slowly, he pulls his hands away, looking at them again, but with less panic now that he's actually said what happened and nope, it's not a dream like he kinda hoped.]

[docinawall]

[Doc spots Wash elsewhere on the Plane] Hey, it's an alien!

[being his curious self with an oddly variable sense of danger and self-preservation, he starts jogging over to him] Hiya! I mean...blargh! Or is it honk?

[vengefulagent]

[He groans very slightly when he sees Doc. He's not exactly in the mood to be blamed for something that he's supposedly doing when he's not. But...instead of running away, that crazy medic actually runs over to him? ...He isn't quite sure what he makes of it.]

"Blargh"?

[docinawall]

[Doc lights up at the apparent successful communication]

Blargh! Oh, um...blargh blargh blargh?

[yes, he thinks he's actually making a conversation out of those noises. honestly]

[vengefulagent]

What the--stop that, why are you saying "blargh" so much?! [And then it occurs to him, and he just facepalms.] You think I'm one of those things... Well I'm not. As you can see, I'm speaking English just fine.

[docinawall]

[Doc is, if possible, even more delighted] Wow! I didn't know you guys could learn English. You don't even have an accent. That's impressive! Have you been practicing a long time?

[vengefulagent]

[Oh lord, his head is beginning to hurt again, but unfortunately, he doesn't think it's because he's going to change back...]

Oh sure, I've been "practicing" all my life. [Rolls his eyes. Or at least he thinks he does.] Somehow, I'm not surprised you don't recognize me. [Though now that he's said it, maybe it's all for the best considering his previous conversations with this guy.]