[Lord, this is spiraling, ain't it. Max bristles and struggles away from her — and wow, isn't this familiar? More flashes, more images, but this time they're not his own. He hated this in the Tranquility, and he hates it now, hates it especially now. He draws his gun swiftly and aims, eyes wide and alarmed by what he's experiencing. Seeing.
As it turns out, Misty, Max is a horrible person to pin down and give traumatic memories to.
The crowd gasps and startles and rushes backward, and Max is as tense as a wire about to snap.]
Let me go.
[Rock barks frantically at the scene, unsure of what to do, of where the combative, wild energy is even caused by; the old dog just knows something's wrong, can't place where, but his owner is clearly panicked and discomforted, and it's his job to try and decipher this - but he can hardly use human sense in this nonsensical place.]
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As it turns out, Misty, Max is a horrible person to pin down and give traumatic memories to.
The crowd gasps and startles and rushes backward, and Max is as tense as a wire about to snap.]
Let me go.
[Rock barks frantically at the scene, unsure of what to do, of where the combative, wild energy is even caused by; the old dog just knows something's wrong, can't place where, but his owner is clearly panicked and discomforted, and it's his job to try and decipher this - but he can hardly use human sense in this nonsensical place.]