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realityshifted2012-09-11 10:14 pm
vengefulagent) wrote in realityshifted2012-09-11 10:14 pm
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[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.]
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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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. 
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. 
[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.] 
[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?
[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]
[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.]
[Wash nods and watches Christopher approach him, but he doesn't move.] Yeah, human. But what I am now... It's one of the alien races back home. That we know of, anyway. And I just...changed into one. My whole body changed and I don't know why. [His eyes drift to one hand as he flexes those four long digits.] It's a little odd going from four fingers and a thumb to this... 
What?! I-I don't even know if I can take it off. The armor isn't like mine.
[Luckily, there won't be any need for something to write on. He's actually pretty good at charades.]
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!
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