There is no pain... I have become... comfortably numb.

[doctordon]

WHO: Don Dogoier and any of the inhabitants of the Solian Temple, but he's aiming for Solus and the acolytes.
WHAT: As a creepy weird sociopathic alien, Don is really excited about now being a creepy weird sociopathic alien. It's time to go to his First Forged and ask for a boon.
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Solian Temple

Don saunters vaguely into the temple, looking around for anything interesting going on. "Heyyyy!" He says, to no one in particular. "I need to talk to Solus! I have a favor to ask, where should I go?" He leans against the doorway. "It's kind of important."

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[solianpolarity]

Solus pauses, giving Don a vaguely insulted look.

"I have no intentions of killing you. I am irritated, not murderous."

She shakes her head, and the device whines as it charges.

"Your only punishment is getting out of that ridiculous form, and changed back before everyone else."

She sees no reason to mention that it is a test-firing. The Prime does not doubt that it will work.

She fires.

[doctordon]

He shields his face from the blast, but it doesn't help. He feels some strange sensations in the pit of his stomach, and though he doesn't look any different, he's aware that the armored form is now completely beyond him.

And then the emotions come flooding back, especially the fear and the embarrassment. "Oh... Oh no," he covers his face with his hands and falls to his knees. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Firstforged!!!"

[solianpolarity]

She almost visibly brightens at the result, but hides it in favor remaining stern and focuses on scanning the little man in all spectrums.

...It seems to be a complete success, as expected. Good. They could return everyone else to normal soon.

Solus waves a hand, gun vanished back into storage.

"Hn. Accepted. Now cease your groveling. You should be fine now. So long as you do not repeat that foolishness again, my quarrel with you has ended."

[doctordon]

Despite himself, the flash of the gun going into storage piques his interest. It's probably rude to ask where it went, though. He swallows and slowly stands up. "R-right. Okay. Ma'am. Um. If there's any way I can make it up to you... Just... Just let me know." He tenses up, pretty obviously interested in running away as fast as possible when it's polite enough to do so.

[solianpolarity]

Solus simply nods. That could be useful.

"...I will keep that in mind."

She gestures him toward the door, already turning her back to him, mind on the cure and how to disperse it to the rest of the Haven.

Don is free to go.