"Uhhh..." Katie mumbled, getting groggily to her feet and leaning on a nearby workbench for support. It was strange; she couldn't feel the usual weight of her plant armour. Her whole head felt weird, like there was something hanging from it. Her clothes felt different; with a sudden realisation, she clapped one hand to her chest. There was nothing where there were supposed to be... "Oh, God," she murmured.
Her eyes flew open at the sound of her voice. It was definitely familiar... but there was only one way to prove it. Katie raised her hands and looked at them; they were completely alien to her own. Prominent hair on her knuckles and the obvious differences between these hands and what she remembered of her own were the defining factors. But there was another way. She took the sleeve of her shirt and pushed it up her arm, revealing a familiar tattoo of arcane design.
"Oh, God... how? How did this happen?" she asked in Leland's voice before whirling to face Mordtoten and striding towards him in anger. She was going to find a way to change back into her own body, and then she was going to beat him either to within an inch of his life, or until he screamed for her to stop.
Then voices shot into her head, those of her team-mates. She heard Rowan's words a split-second before the shapeshifter himself spoke them; it was like an echo in her ears, clashing with what she heard in her mind. Then Taryn's voice invaded: "Oh God, oh God, how do I stop it? God dammit, stop, stop, stop!" Katie heard, in quick succession, a clashing echo of Mordtoten speaking, Leland's thoughts closely followed by Brian's Canadian accent, Requiem yelling in Jason's voice, Jason and Garrus in conflict, and finally someone she didn't recognise; she had no idea who that could be, although it sounded like the guy who voiced Bender in Futurama.
Katie clapped Leland's hands to his head and let out a low snarl as she dropped to her knees, jabs of pain entering her head with every new voice invading her mind. Eventually it all became too much, and she willingly surrendered to unconsciousness for a second time, falling sideways onto the floor.
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Rowan let a groan escape his lips, his eyes weakly opening as he lay on the floor for a few moments. Eventually he staggered upright, abetted by some kind of heavy weight dragging him down. He briefly wondered how he had been moved away from the juicer-machine. Perhaps someone had dragged him away to prevent causing any damage.
Then he saw himself - or rather, his body - manhandling Mordtoten. "Hey, what the - ?" he said loudly, catching himself and forcing his mouth closed as one of Mordtoten's machines crumpled and dented repeatedly. It took all of Rowan's self-control not to cry out in shock, or let out a vehement exclamation via his mouth. Son of a *****! I'm Tyson. Why the hell am I in his form, using his power?! I don't copy powers when I shift...
