Tissy Hissy (Anti and Kess)

When Brock was young, before the police academy, before Jake; he and his mother would leave at dawn and set out towards the open fields. Hour upon hour would pass while he and his mother would search for all kinds of herbs. She would load his mind with information on any herb they came across. It amazed him on how something so small, so beautiful could be so deadly. One of those herbs were called, Nightlock, which does not grow anymore since the earthquake. Just a taste of this plant and all of your nerves are shut down from its system. It's a tricky plant, disguised in beauty of grey and blue. Lace like leaves tangled together like a perfect spiderweb. It starts out simple once you have consumed it. A little dizzy, followed by a small fever. At this point many just shrug it off, not knowing it was already locked in. It then makes all your muscles spas before they lock into place and at that moment you are paralyzed. Slowly it makes its final move by crawling up to the brain and it's lights out for you. All that created by a simple plant; that is what amazes Brock the most. He wanted to learn more about them, but instead if learning them, he became them. His actions make your head dizzy, followed by frustration. They make you lost and confused, paralyzed. And after all of that, he makes his final move. Speaking. They slighter up to your mind like a snake and tighten until you can take no more. They end up leaving and he stays put, disguised in his own emotionless body. Numb all the time.

Brock made his way inside the healers den with a couple herbs collected between his jaws. Although it was not a good idea to enter a den that was no appointed to him and may lead to punishment, he continued anyways. The trees that surrounded the den covered his moved so he knew no one could see him. Brock was smart enough that he calculated his approach way before entering. Brock made it a daily routine to gather as many herbs as he could before morning and head back to the den to arrange them into a system. It helped him remember the only memory if his mother by doing this, but he did not show the joy in his eyes. He had organized every herd in a category, to open wounds herbs to broken bone herbs. The one herb he was carrying was called, Chervile. Its power was to treat infections, so he placed it down on the far right wall with the other infection herbs. A twitch of his lip brought a satisfying smile. He was just like his mother, keeping everything in order.

(Scout Kess and Alpha Antiseptic)