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[inflori]

[ So, you were totally bored, right. Petre knows he is. He's also pissed off at Ilde, who dared!! To treat him like the utter child he is, and so he's been out for revenge. He's not the greatest of schemers (not a schemer at all tbh) and his first idea is pretty much what he goes with: find her precious plants and burn them to the ground. Just a few, not all of them. Enough to leave a little mark and let her know it was him.

She's not the only one who visits the gardens, though. So feel free to see this horrible message and be rightfully offended. Maybe you can even feel vestiges of his presence, or the giggling of self-satisfaction at his own mischief hanging in the air, blended in with the smell or burnt flowers. ]

[ This will be open to mental link things if you wanna yell at him, or just pick action and go after his scrawny ass in case you find out who done it. He'll be anywhere and everywhere every now and then; he roams a lot and doesn't stay long. ]

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CASTOR BROOD

[erbier]

[ She doesn't cry any longer, but the emotion permeating out into the webbing of their brood is one and the same. She will be angry later, but for now she is unrelentingly full of grief, as if she has lost a child. ]

[frakkincylons]

[ it's near instantaneous when ilde's sorrow shoots through the brood bond, sam's attention snapping to the source. for a moment, he's on the flight deck floor, a few circuitry panels in his hands, staring at the steel floor with all his focus, a bit surprised. sooo, what the eff is that ]

( What happened? )

[erbier]

( He burned my garden. )

[ The words themselves are simple, but the context of it is so enormous. Her garden had always been the one place safe from the flames, the one thing Dreus would never burn. It breaks her heart at a great depth, feeling betrayed by the world. The utter sorrow and resentment of a child; and she is still that in some ways. ]

[frakkincylons]

[ he'd known how much that garden had meant to her, the flowers she'd been growing, and knowing how her world ended, how her life had been scorched, this just seems impossibly cruel. ]

( Who did? )

[erbier]

( That terrible little boy. )

[ He hadn't told her his name, the rude little hellion, but you know who she's talking about. ]

[decommission]

( ? )

[ More spasm than inquiry, his attention is broken and he stops short in his lap around the training wing. ]

[erbier]

[ They have a good rapport in imagery, and so she gives him the image of it, the ash in her hands where she's kneeling in the garden. The imagining of the burning flowers. ]

[decommission]

[ He can almost smell the ash from where he's standing. Concern flickers back. ]

( Why? )

[erbier]

( We did not get along. He was very rude and I told him to leave the garden. )

[ Revenge for her utter lack of patience for his bullshit. ]

[apoptotic]

[ he did lose a child. lost child and mother as perfectly as death.

the bridge shudders, burns cold and black. ]

( What happened. )

[erbier]

( My garden... )

[ She has not had much chance to relay to him how much her plants mean to her, while he was unconscious. But in this link, there are more than just words to be shared. The garden is a symbol in her life, the only thing she has ever had any control over, the only beautiful thing, something sacred and precious that she tends to. Something which grew in flourished in a land of death and fire, something that even the mad king who burned their world showed reverence for. And he had made her its caretaker. He had put her above others, spared her above others, because she was his gardener. Coming here, she had put all those feelings into the Station gardens, even if they were not the same. It didn't matter, it was something central to her self. Her only sense of purpose and identity.

And someone lit it on fire. ]

[circumspector]

[ She likes Ilde, she cares for Ilde, and she wants more than anything for everyone to get along, for this to work. Maybe it's one thing for the other broods to be mindlessly destructive, and maybe it's in turn for how thoughtless Ilde herself kills but when she catches onto the all too smug feeling, she goes to look, the faint glimmers of what he's done to see it for herself --

She's upset with what he's done, to say the least, if not surprised. Her planet is nothing but misery and death to ever really expect different from those around her but: ]

( Why did you do that? )

[inflori]

[ He knows that she knows immediately - and how could it be any other way, when their connection is the closest he's experienced in the ship so far? I doesn't think he's even talked to anyone else in his own brood so far, which says a lot about how much interest he has in getting along. Not much.

So Angel immediately gets a little push of that pride, not a full giggle, like a child who gets giddy instead of guilty when they're found out. ]

( Because she's a bitch. )

[circumspector]

[ There's a shift of exasperation. Seems the comparison to Handsome Jack was all too fitting apparently. ]

( Did she hurt you? )

[inflori]

[ ... she hurt his feelings?? Wait he doesn't have feelings. Quick, think of an excuse. ]

( She hit me. )

[ ssss...ort of... ]

[circumspector]

[ Where he doesn't she certainly has a lot to give back. Somewhere exasperation, sadness for someone dear to her, and carefulness with him. She can't quite imagine Ilde lashing out that way - not to say she wouldn't do it in some other way. But to do that exactly seemed... odd. ]

( Petre... )

[ that tug, not harsh, pressing on that comfort that comes from being bonded. ]

action;

[frakkincylons]

[ it's not terribly difficult to find people in the station, unless they've gone wandering out into the maze of hallways. most of them stay around the same area, where all the facilities are. and even then, there's the nest connection to search them out. petre doesn't seem to keep to himself much, so that's not hard.

it's the rec wing sam finds him in eventually, and it's pretty difficult to hide the Pissed Off As All Fuck aura from a dude who's 6'3" and sports player sized when he stalks up to him. ]

The garden? That doesn't happen again. Ever. Stay the hell away from Ilde and her plants. [ The tone is firm, but not looking for argument. these are the terms, and you can fuck right off, homie. ]

This is the nicest warning you'll get. Be glad it didn't come from Kylo Ren. [ because your head would be on a stick, probably. ]

[inflori]

[ His back turned to Sam, Petre seems to have found himself something to chew on smugly as he waits, fully aware of the aura and the reasons behind it. He's the reason, and what's better than being the center of attention? That might as well be the real reason he did it, and there's no Diana Lee Wei to smack him upside the head for misbehaving.

Instead there's Sam. Who warns him about someone worse. Lame.

Petre turns his head to him, still chewing, smile gone and frown present. He almost looks offended this guy thinks he's a threat. Or making one for someone else. ]

What, you think I'm scared of you? Any of you?

[ Because fear is the only motivator, clearly. That and pleasure. Like this delicious piece of whatever-he's-eating. ]

[frakkincylons]

[ He warns him about Ren because half the reason he'd come after him first was to do it before Ren could. Castor's already caused enough in the way of unexpected deaths, especially to Adara, and while this kid is a little shit, he doesn't need to die.

Not that Sam would be opposed to see him Force-thrown around some. He warns him because this guy was willing to chat with him earlier, despite being sort of a twat, and Sam genuinely doesn't want to see this escalate into something ugly.

But apparently the only item on today's agenda is Being A Bitch. Aight. ]

That's cute. You're an idiot, kid.

[ There's other ways to harm outside of physically breaking someone, and it's not much of a distance to cross to slap his hands to either side of Petre's head. Physical contact makes the telepathy stronger, he'd learned that with Ilde the night she'd sat with him while his mind was exploded out to fit all the universe into it. fun times. speaking of, what sam's aggressively shoving into Petre's head at the moment, a lot like he and Ren had done when they'd first met, is an incredibly slowed down full sensory experience of what it feels like to be disintegrated in a nuclear explosion.

he knows this because that was the first way he'd died. it's better than suffocating, really, because it's fast. which is why Sam slows it down to a torturous drag of feeling your skin melted from your bones. How about we just don't, homie. ]

[inflori]

[ If Petre were even remotely rational then he might not blame Sam for what he does. As it stands, his brain immediately yells how dare this motherfucker touch him and before he can do anything to drop his food and shove him off, the imagery and sensory imposition makes his features twist in agony and confusion. Petre's died a few times by now, out of impulse and sheer stupidity, so he knows by now that it's a sensation he doesn't like to be put through - even if it's all in his head.

His brain almost takes it all as the same - and when a demon's body is killed, the energy required to bring it back to life sends them into an immediate state of berserk to eat it all back. Who knows what kind of energy goddamn disintegration would require, but still no such thing happens; instead he just starts to scream and moves to shove him off with nails turned into claws. It's a demon thing. ]

Don't you fucking touch me! Ever again!

[ WAHHH ]

[frakkincylons]

[ claws. okay, that's new. not entirely surprising, but new. sam's not immediately ready for them, so there's a couple thin gashes along either side of his arms as he jerks back, but not enough to really bother him. they'll heal decently fast, and aren't terribly deep.

but the tantrum is nigh on hilarious, with how much he freaks, like a toddler with a toy snatched away from him. might have been worrisome if it was anything besides screeched out of a teenager, even with the claws. but as is, it's just kind of funny. gods, is this really what kids are like these days? or whatever the hell petre is. there is a sharp smirk on sam's lips, though, and maybe hearing that scream was a little satisfying. doesn't make up for Ilde's emotional devastation that rippled through the brood, but it's something. ]

Stay the frak away from Castor and I won't have to. Besides, Adara really doesn't need to lose another Host so soon.

[ there's the short consideration of planting a foot against the edge of the table he's sitting on and toppling the thing over with the scrawny kid on it, just for the amusement of seeing him bust his ass, but really, picking on a 16 year old at this point just gets sad. so, his piece spoken, and enacted, sam's heading for the door, hands stuffed in his pockets. later, bro, enjoy your asspain. ]

[adamance]

[Lacking the same link to Castor, and thus the provenance of this, Lexa doesn't like what she finds when she hits the gardens. Though he only damaged some of it, she finds herself ... angry, to put it mildly. She'll need too swallow down those emotions before long, but the feeling swells up inside of her.

And then releases.

And then she counts to five, reaching out throughout the Nest:]

( Who was careless in the garden? ) [She assumes, of course, that it was that. Though she's fond of Ilde, too, her agitation lies squarely in her own heart. The green of the garden offers her some comfort, even when the rest of the Station leaves her feeling uneasy.]

[inflori]

[ It doesn't take him too long to answer, but by now all the pride and mischief he felt from before has given place to disdain and irritation at how everybody freaked out. They were just some stupid flowers, there are flowers everywhere, and he really only wanted to piss off one person. What could possibly be so awful about that? ]

( Me. Why, are you gonna cry about it too? )

[adamance]

( You sound like a man who has a loose definition of "crying." ) [His response had been antagonistic from the go. That makes her dismiss the idea that it was an accident. That, or he's defensive. It was a small portion of the garden, but there is the risk of greater things happenng.]

( Tell me what you did. ) [One day, she'll learn to ask people here things in a more polite tone.

Today is not that day.]

[inflori]

[ He sounds like a man!?! Improvement has been achieved. ]

( I burned that stupid chick's flowers because she was a bitch to me. The end. )