Never Make Light of Boing, Son

[liberationherald]

Who: Star Liberator and Koh
Where: On the edge of the city on the edge
When: In the middle of the sex pollen event
What: Getting in touch with your feelings in the worst way
Warnings: Garbage smut

[Star Liberator, a soldier once known for tearing up worlds, now found himself stranded on a dead world. It turned out the build-a-spaceship plan didn't get off the ground. Not only that, he discovered offworld communication was impossible. His options dwindled by each day he spent in this prison world.


The worst of it? His liquid medication, the ones that keep any aberrant mental disturbance at bay, were now almost to the bottom of their tanks. No way he could synthesize the compound, he had not received that kind of education. He recognized more and more he thought without the full clarity his design had allowed him in the past. Now he had something weighing through his brain, a hot and caged feeling. It made him want to snap, at first..


Now he had a new contender for a big problem: the strange plant life that began flourishing. He mistook them for invaders, threatening to dispose them, only for them to crumble into dust.


Thus he learned the dust proved more dangerous than he though: it was a toxin. A toxin he could not cure or fix. He couldn't diagnose what was going on, only through the off-chance knowledge of others were affected by it. It began to weigh his mind with something strong as emotion, something deep and instinctual, something that eroded tactics and training. He couldn't place the word for this feeling, only that it made him lash out at any nearby immobile object.


Which brought him to the edge of the city, taking his frustrations out by mauling a piece of metal, clawing it like a beast. Anything to stop these feelings, really.]

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[villagepup]

(Despite the robotic wolf's love for flowers, Koh felt that these new flowers were...odd in some way. He couldn't parse how, only that they were vastly different from other flowers he encountered. Perhaps because they were able to dig into his sense and make him feel strange. He didn't understand these feelings going through his body and thought they would pass with time.

Tragically, they have not.

The wolf attempts to clear his head with a stroll just outside of the city. Instead of relief, he meets a frustrated dragon. One of the few beings actually close to his size, though he's hesitant to approach just yet. Perhaps the flowers have affected him as well? Koh hopes the pollen doesn't make him that violent, if violent at all. For now, he feels jittery, a hand clenching as if ready to grab something. His weapon in self-defense, perhaps. Hesitantly, he approaches with a hand outstretched.)

You seem upset. Are you well?