The Greatest Betrayal

[thebestoffense]

Who| Volanz and OPEN
What| How long does it take Volanz to figure out that nothing is edible? Let's find out!
Where| Up a tree in the central jungles.
When| Day three. Or night three. YOU DECIDE!
Warnings/Notes| Nothing to start with. Miserable, sick, hungry alien kid who's definitely more afraid of you than you are of him.

Food wasn't supposed to do this to you. It just wasn't. Volanz had been pretty confident to start with, even considering how much he hated being surrounded by forest. At least it was full of living things, surely he'd be able to eat until something or someone else finally killed him? Food was so important, how could it just betray him like this?

Then again, it was probably just because he was still crap at figuring out which alien trees gave edible fruit. This one he was resting in clearly didn't, and neither had the last two. Hunger was beginning to gnaw in his belly, which hadn't held anything he'd put in it besides water since stepping off his platform.

Volanz felt a horrible wrenching in his digestive coil, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and dry heaved. It broke off into futile coughing and he groaned, his throat burned and his muscles were sore as he tried to expel something that wasn't even there anymore. How long was this going to go on for? When he finally did find viable food would he even be able to keep it down? Even worse, he was getting thirsty and he'd have to brave the forest floor again for water soon.

...Not that he had reason to fear that. But it felt unnatural down there, and all the experience Volanz had told him that large predators preferred the ground. After the incident with the slumberbeast that had led to his first death, he intended to take no chances.

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[thebestoffense]

Volanz quivered. He was trapped, what could he do? If he jumped off the branch he'd probably break his neck and die, if he stayed up here he'd totally be stabbed and die, so that left doing something desperate. He was hungry, tired, hurting, and short on plans so the first and most logical thing to come to mind was to try to hit the... the whatever this dude was in the face and hope he moved.

Desperate plans were pretty much never good.

[polyturtle]

Well, it connected. Unfortunately, given that Volanz was sick and hungry, the hit didn't do much other than anger Donatello.

"You--"

His hands shifted as he went to turn away, revealing, not a knife, but a dose pen.

"Fine, then. " He gritted his teeth, almost regretting what he was saying and the way it came out. Being helpful was so hard now. It had been much easier before. "Stay sick. Die however you want."

[thebestoffense]

Volanz shrank back against the tree even further, spine to bark, at the response. Oh no. It was even worse than being stabbed.

"I-!" he stammered, his alarm clear on his face, then he mastered himself.

"...Okay. I thought you were going to kill me, is all. You don't have to help me."

Good grief, someone had been trying to be nice to him and he couldn't even do having someone be nice to him right.

"...But I am sorry I hit you in the face."

[polyturtle]

"Hmph." The needle was abruptly handed towards Volanz. "If you die, at least not die from an allergic reaction."

[thebestoffense]

Volanz eyed the needle cautiously. He shouldn't take it. He wasn't worth taking it.

...But he hurt and was sick and he did.

"Thankyou?" he said. The kid's body language was opening up a bit, he wasn't going to be hurt. Not yet. "Is that was this is? Allergic? I've kind of never had that before ever in my life."

[polyturtle]

"These plants are designed to cause an onset of anaphylaxis." Don crossed his arms. "Our bodies can't tolerate it, so its an allergy."

As to why, other than 'the Gamemakers thought it was funny', he had no idea. Nor was he going to indulge how he figure it out. It was probably easy enough to figure out that he had stupidly eaten some the plant life in order to preserve his stocks.