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red vs blue (d1) washington

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[After seeing Riku's double, or other self, or...however it all works out, Wash knows it's only a matter of time before he encounters one of his own. So far, he's done well avoiding one, but he'd be stupid to believe that he can avoid it forever. Things...never work out that way. But he's ready for it. He's kept a stock of extra magazines, a rifle, and a pistol that he's picked up off an enemy in the past in his room at the mansion for these occasions. It's a good thing, too; he only had his armor and a straw on him when he first got to the Plane and the stars briefly went out.

So when he finally sees another figure dressed in steel and yellow armor, he immediately draws his pistol and takes aim.]

Hey.

[The double starts to turn, but Wash squeezes off a shot before it can move any more. The bullet strikes the back of the double's head--but it does nothing except to knock it forward. A cruel chuckle emanates from it.] Oh, I wondered where you were hiding.

[Wash's blood runs cold, his aim faltering. It's one thing to see a friend and their double, but it's another hearing and seeing one that has the same voice as you. The double faces him now, a soft yellow glow illuminating its helmet visor. Wash remains silent as it reaches up and takes the helmet off. Sure enough, same face, but it wears an expression that he rarely wears these days: a toothy grin, fangs proudly visible. The pointed teeth aren't the only reason why he doesn't smile much, or take his helmet off back home unless he's only around South and York, though...] Wasn't hiding. [Not exactly a lie. He's just been good at keeping moving and not staying in one place for too long.] Being a walking nightlight, I thought I would've found you sooner.

Sarcastic jokes. How original. We'd never crack one of those. [The double rolls its eyes, sighing under its breath as it turns its helmet in its hands, the visor facing Wash.] You and I both know why we do that. [It makes the helmet nod.] As far as you're concerned, you're still hiding. Live a little for fucking once! Here, you can be free. No Director to disappoint. You're right to hide it back home; he would turn you into a test subject and you'd never see any of your friends ever again--what remains of them, anyway. [The helmet drops to the ground, the double casually stepping over it as it walks towards Wash. He doesn't budge, however, his hands tightening on his pistol.] You really should've told them about what you saw Connie doing that day. Maybe she'd still be here instead of with--

[Wash shoots the double in the head again, but despite the lack of helmet, it still does no good.] You don't get to talk about her. Or any of this!

[The double touches its forehead, rubbing the spot where it'd been shot.] Of all people, I thought you'd understand. Maybe you need a little blood to help clear your mind. I bet you're looking a bit pale behind that helmet.

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[it's the sound of conversation that first catches Menzies' attention, but as she isn't far away, it doesn't take her long to spot the two figures--in identical armour--staring each other down. she scowls instinctively because, although she's only seen a few shadows so far, that's been more than enough for her to work out how dangerous they are. still, she hurries over to see if there's anything she can do to help]

[she doesn't catch much of their conversation, but she hears enough to know it's following the same pattern as her own did. and so she draws the gun she's borrowed from North, though she keeps it pointed downward for now, and steps up next to Wash]

Agent. I don't think I need to tell you not to listen to its taunts.

[His hands tighten on his rifle.] No, you don't, Detective. I know. You should--

--Get out of here? Do you really think Detective Menzies is going to leave? You know what she's like, butting her nose into things that aren't her business. But since you're here, you might as well make her trip worth it! Go ahead and take a bite. I know you've been curious about how she tastes. How all of them taste.

[Another shot to the head. It does as little good as the last two.] Shut. Up.

[The double's voice remains mocking, but there's a hint of annoyance seeping in.] You can't deny it, can you? You can drink refrigerated blood for days, but what you really want is to taste it from the source. Nice and hot, and so very fresh. [It turns its attentions back to Menzies.] You'll have to excuse him, Detective Menzies. He may want to try your blood, but he really wants South's again and denies himself this pleasure, like he does with just about everything else. It's pretty sad. Her blood was the first he tasted, did you know that? And you know what they say about your first of anything.

Don't listen to him. [He wants to look at her to see the expression on her face, but he refuses to break eye contact with this thing.]

[Menzies snorts at the description of her that Wash's double gives] No, you're right. I'm not going anywhere. And is that supposed to scare me? That he's got some...instincts or whatever the 'ell. So what? You say that like I couldn't 'ave guessed it.

[truth be told, it's disturbing to think of Wash smelling her like someone might smell a delicious meal, but she refuses to let it faze her. she's not afraid of him attacking her, and that's enough for her. what's far more frightening to her is the number of bullets that have already hit this creature and had absolutely no effect on it. still, she keeps the pistol at the ready. she'll at least try it if she needs to]

He doesn't 'ave to deny it. It doesn't matter. Got that? [she throws a glance at Wash with those words]

[Wash is silent for a moment. He can practically feel her eyes on him.] I don't...like people hearing that. I don't like even thinking that about my friends.

Oh, go on. Please, I want to hear you say it all.

[That shuts him up again. He's always gotten along just fine not talking about anything like...emotions or anything related to people he has any kind of positive thoughts for. And this thing isn't about to change that for him.] I don't think so.

Look Detective, he's gone all quiet on us again. But you know how to get people talking, don't you? Why don't you ask him about Connie? That should get him talking.

[Menzies keeps her tone level and matter-of-fact] Well, you can't 'elp that instincts 'appen. You know what makes a person? What they do with those instincts.

[but then she focuses on the shadow, putting the hand not holding the pistol against her hip in defiance] No, you know what, 'ow about you talk. What exactly do you want 'im to admit to? Because I'm sure we all know 'ow this works by now. He's a vampire, he likes rules... You really think you're gonna shock anybody 'ere? Go on, tell us--so he can get on with defeating you.

For a detective, you're not very good at adding up the clues, are you? Remember a little conversation he had with you a while back? A certain little promise? He was so adamant about not wanting a certain kind of help from you. Of course you wondered why, but did you ever figure it out?

[Yeah, he doesn't like where this is going.] You know what, we're done talking about this. [He starts to turn away.]

[The double's attention snaps to Wash, his yellow eyes narrowing. It starts forward, baring its fanged teeth at them both.] No, you need to face this, face me. This is you! She accepts what you are; why can't you?!

[she gives the yellow-eyed creature a skeptical look] What, you think there's some mystery behind somebody being reluctant to drink blood out of someone else's neck? I'd be worried if he weren't worried about it. [but despite her calm response, the way the double put that worries her--could there be more to it than that?]

[when Wash tries to turn from his shadow, though, her tone is just as sharp as the double's] Oi! Agent, you must know what this thing is gonna do if you just deny it.

Yes, you know what I'll do if you walk away. You really should answer this one. You skirted the issue before. Might as well be open about it, especially since you basically asked her to kill you if you ever lose it. [The double casually shrugged, sneering at him.]

[He doesn't look at either of them, not straight away. Every part of him really does just want to walk away from this, but he doesn't want anyone to get hurt on his account. Finally, he sighs.] I know what happens. I don't think either of us want to see what this becomes if it gets out of hand.

Make that three. I'd be an absolute monster. [The double grins at them both, flashing its fangs.]

What, more than I already am? How about you just shut up and let me talk to Patricia, or I'm going to put the rest of this magazine into your face. [He stares as the makes a face and walks away a few steps, but stays close. It's not done.]

Look...I need time accepting this. [He glances down at his hands.] You may have, but you don't have to live with it. Breaking down and going crazy like Eithan did isn't a constant fear for you.

[Menzies stays quiet during this exchange, letting Wash say what he needs to. she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding when the shadow backs off, though she still eyes it warily, keeping the gun in her hand]

[when Wash turns his attentions--or at least his words--to her, she nods even though he can't see it] Take the time you need, Agent. Just don't deny that thing. We're all afraid of something. And you being afraid that? Doesn't exactly sound like a character flaw to me.

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