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Washington wasn't used to all the strange things that were happening in places like these. If he was human there was probably an explanation for everything that was indeed going on at this point. Washington refused to believe the certain things that have been said to him, as he wouldn't believe anything until he had received an example. There were several different things that could be explained by equipment or even alien races, but half of the stuff that they ended up talking about here were means of fiction from what Washington was actually used to. They talked about vampires, which almost seemed to be a laughable statement in that in the first place. There was no such thing as vampires, but there were animals that could survive on the blood of others. He was pretty sure that he had met an alien plant that could do something like that when he was in the military on an alien planet. It wasn't exactly hard for him to realize what it was capable of doing when one of the other soldiers ended up having it latch onto his arm and they had to cut it off before it could do substantial damage in the future.

He wasn't sure what the enemy alien race ate when they were fighting against them, but he was pretty sure that they enjoyed blood to a certain degree. At least the higher tiered aliens that were smarter and almost as smart and capable as humans were. Then there were topics of immortality that made no sense to Washington. With the way that it was talked it seemed like everyone here was immortal which made no sense to the likes of him. Everyone was capable of dying and no one came back to life. There was no such thing as ghosts because if there were he would have seen all the soldiers that had died while leading their platoons a long time ago. He knew Anakin was something, but he refused to believe that the other was actually a ghost just because of the factor that this place has been said to have magic. Which the term in itself made him not want to believe what they were talking about, and he knew his comrade was having a hard time understanding what these creatures were capable of in the first place.

Either way, their talk of death and how they talked about it so casually disgusted him. Did they not care? Did they not think about those that had those that were actually capable of dying and weren't forced to live forever? He had to watch his friends die in the simulations that the thing that was implanted into his head had been forced to go through. The group that he considered to be a family until they were forced apart from one another because of the different sides that they wanted to believe on and what they believed morally as well. Washington didn't want to talk about the aspect of death because there was a large chance that the explosion that brought him here in the first place had indeed killed his former teammates. No one deserved that kind of death, and it was all because of one man. He knew that he felt betrayed by every other Freelancer that he came across, but that didn't mean he wanted them killed if they could all back to the way things were.

What he would just give to go back to being human so that he wouldn't have to deal with the constant insanity in this place. Talking about what this place was capable of in the first place was certainly a mental overload for the broken minded. He couldn't grasp the concept that he was still an animal and refused to do so. He didn't want to stay an animal forever so he had made it a mission of his not to think that he was going to fit into this outpost and those that lived in it. There was no reason for him to, and it was one another reason why Washington constantly wore the armor that was on his body. The armor had been what he wore when he was a human, and when he was teleported to this world somehow, it had attached itself to his current body without any issue from the looks of it. Washington constantly wore his armor one and refused to take it off unless he was cleaning something. It hid what he actually looked like from those that he encountered, and it also held a barrier between those that he was talking to because no one was able to see the way that he looked underneath the helmet that he wore.

The visor basically a one-way mirror from the inside so that he could see out but no one could see in. Helpful because he didn't plan on making friends while he was here. His current task was only to get back to being human and checking to see which those that lived in this outpost could be potential friends or threats that needed to be handled. He was technically marked a criminal where he was from, but that was because he had believed in the wrong people. He would always remain a soldier, and him relaxing wasn't something that he was known to be doing in the first place. During the afternoon, Washington commonly went out on his daily patrols that he went on by himself and not with anyone else. There was no reason for him to go on patrols with others, especially if he found something that pertained to where he was coming from. Washington didn't care who he came across as long as he came across some sort of clue that could point in the right direction for where he should go next.

The armored smilodon kept to himself and there were those around that barely knew anything about him. But most nowadays knew that he was a former human. It was his job to make a roster for Carolina to look over so that she didn't get confused on who she was talking to. It would have made his life a lot easier if he could just use his suit or had anything remotely digital. The group had computers, but it wasn't exactly easy to use when everyone wanted to use it, and even then it didn't exactly offer him any sort of information that he was going to end up needing. Considering that Washington constantly wore a helmet on his face, it meant that he wasn't capable of catching up scents that he did encounter. Instead, the extinct wildcat needed to rely on his sense of hearing to listen to what was going on. While he was doing his patrol along the border he heard voices in front of him, most of which were familiar to his ears. He might as well see whoever they were interacting with was someone that he recognized.

The armored male wasn't hard to hear coming as he made his way over, stopping to the left of the group and keeping his distance from everyone even if he did know them and that they considered him a member of this outpost still. The creature was definitely interesting, but hybridization wasn't something that was new where he came from. He had met alien wildlife that looked like the strange male that was on the border and went by the name Lirim. It certainly didn't sound like a regular name, but it also didn't sound human at the same time. The Freelancer looked over the other and he knew at a moments glance that this wouldn't be someone that was from the same place that he was from. Great. When was he going to get a break and actually find something useful? His helmet didn't give away any emotion that the smilodon had to offer, and he wasn't exactly the nice type. He had no reason to suspicious of the other male as long as he didn't get in the way of his work, and he wouldn't care if the other decided to kill those that were in this outpost either. He wasn't the Ascendant's babysitter after all. They should be capable of defending themselves. "Agent Washington." The Freelancer would introduce himself calmly and say nothing else. The other seemed to comply with what was being said to him. But that didn't really mean anything when anyone could fake who they really were. Which was something that Washington did every single day. "speech"