[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

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[phaseshifter]

Yes. It's - it isn't eridium! It's just slag! Don't worry about it. It's not as bad as it looks. I'm not as bad as I look. Am I really that scary?

[ She looks down at her hands that aren't hands. Yeah. She probably is that scary. But at least she's out of the white room and she has her wings and Rhys is here she found him everything is fine ^fine _fine. ]

I thought you might be pleased to see me.

[headjacked]

I wanted to see you as you, not -- n-not this.

[ Harsh, maybe, but Rhys is fairly frazzled. He does seem to realize, though, as his arms drop and go limp at his side. He watches the slag puddle grow. ]

Are YOU happy?? Does -- do you hurt?

[phaseshifter]

I am me!! And it doesn't hurt at all. Not even a little. I feel better.

[ That's true, at least. The eridium inside her is making her feel freaking fantastic, as far as her physical state is concerned. She isn't tripping balls or anything, she's just. Revitalised. It's great. Everything's great!! ]

I'd still want to see you if you looked different. We're family.

[ which isn't an invitation for Jack to say hi SHE CAN'T EVEN HUG HIM OK >8C ]

[headjacked]

I... know. Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean... just that...

[ He's completely lost for words because, really, what can be said in a situation like this? She isn't the mindless people-munching sort, obviously, and she can hold a... mostly rational conversations. So maybe... maybe it isn't the worst thing in the world.

It's still pretty effing terrible. He doesn't wipe his eyes anymore. ]

If this is forever, then, okay. B-but I don't think you can touch me anymore.

[phaseshifter]

Don't - don't be like that!

[ Glug glug splat. More gross tears? YOU BET. ]

Have you ever been slagged? It's really not that bad, as long as you don't get hit with anything else after, the vault hunters used to get slagged all the time. And I can be very careful to not get any on you!!

[ She's advancing again, floating gently towards him, arms reaching.She can't just not touch people, that's insane and she's so lonely and she could really do with some comfort and and and ]

[headjacked]

[ No no she's crying more nO,,, ]

Angel... c'mon, I-I don't wanna have to run from you. I missed you tons. I --

[ He's sidling along the wall but stops and doubles over once she's crossed a certain closeness threshold, holding his head once again. Blood drips from his nose to the floor. ]

It's not just the slag, it's not just the slag!

[phaseshifter]

Oh.

[ She stops, studies the blood for a second, then floats backwards. That's the great thing about having a freaky-deaky neck, you can just look 180 degrees behind you without having to turn. It's awesome and not horrible at all. Yeah!! ]

Okay.

 

 

I should probably just go, shouldn't I.

[ And she floats a little further back, widening her slag trail as she goes. The hallway floor is half-coated in the stuff IT'S NOT GREAT, ]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys is on the ground by the time the symptoms start fading, and it's a little while before he can spit out more words. He's so weak. Everything's in pain. Nothing hurts more than the pain in Angel's messed-up voice. ]

Where?

[ Cough. ]

I don't want you gone -- [ The stress for the finality of it all. ] Angel, I-I don't even know what I'm gonna do without you.

[phaseshifter]

Iunno. I'll go find Squalo, maybe. He probably has my tablet, so if I can get that I'll be able to talk to people without them having to see me or get too close.

[ Or without dripping slag all over everything within a fifty foot radius holy fuck it's like there are faucets behind her eye sockets or something ]

We'll work some - something out. We always do, don't we? When we get to Miller maybe he'll reverse it if we kick him in the wang hard enough.

[headjacked]

When, huh.

[ There's a distinct chance that this, this right here, is the end of it all, and he'll be damned of the last thing Angel sees of him is him cowering away from her. Even if it's going to hurt, he's Gotta.

Gotta Do The Thing.

It's emotion over logic as he peels away from the wall, moving quick, booties slipping in the slag puddle as he closes the gap and wraps his cyber arm around her. Just the cyber arm, mind. Tight but decidedly Christian side hug LET'S GO !! ! ]

[phaseshifter]

Don't!!

[ She doesn't want Rhys hurting himself any further, even if she is a touch-starved emotional wreck. Seeing the blood pouring from his nose, she does what any responsible toxic blight of a sister figure would do.

She pushes him away.

It's only a quick touch - one of her deformed palms against his chest as she floats out of his grip - but it's enough for tiny crystals to flower across his tattoos, as though sandpapering away his skin from the inside out. The pain doesn't stop there - they buzz faintly and burn with a unique intensity that Angel is very familiar with indeed. It'll fade in an hour or two, at least? Unlike the crystals themselves.

Angel, unfortunately, remains completely unaware of what she's just done. ]

I told you, it'll be fine! The administrator will fix it if he won't!

[headjacked]

[ Rhys outright shrieks, the pain and location of the crystals stealing his breath almost as efficiently as the pitch black classrooms. He stumbles back, struggling to stay standing until he's clear of the slagpool. At least he makes it back to the wall before going back down, hand hovering over his chest. ]

It --

[ Panting, and unbuttoning the top of his shit. He's glowing. ]

It's pr-pretty --

[phaseshifter]

[ The slag puddle is A Concern. Hopefully Rhys wasn't standing in it long enough to get sick. And, you know, he should maybe keep any open wounds away from any residue or whatever. Angel's about to fuss-slash-remind him of this when he drastically overreacts to that brief little shove. Um, what the heckie. ]

Are - are you seriously ogling yourself right now? Is this really the time??

[ She can't look annoyed at the moment, obviously, but she'd totally be making the face if she could. You know the one. ]

[headjacked]

Hey now... a-any time is a... a g-good time to appreciate art.

[ If she's going to be goofy, he's going to match, and maybe their last memories will be of a shared smile or an eyeroll or something other than pain and tears. Please. He'll take anything. Rhys maintains a tiny smile while clumsily shifting the shirt back over the glowing Siren-crack on his chest.

She doesn't need to know.

The slag puddle is thinning out and reaching him at the wall, despite valiant (read: weak) attempts to kick at the goo. His poor, poor booties. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ Wow, Rhys. A shared smile? When Angel's face can't even move?? INSENSITIVE AF. She stares dully at the slag pool with detached disinterest, only snapping out of her funk when the sludge reaches his toesies.

Oh, yeah. Right. Her bad. She starts a little, which is horribly unnerving to watch. All those segments grinding against each other. Gross. ]

That's my cue to go before I drown you, isn't it.

...Don't go out in the snow now that you've touched the slag. It'll hurt. Just sit - sit somewhere safe and quiet 'til it wears off.