In the several weeks that the conversion of the ships took place in, Ogun's behavior had changed noticeably. Since the night they had arrived, Ogun had not been heard speak by all save for Parin and Mirri. It had gotten to the point where he almost seemed sullen or depressed. For one whose voice was stuck in an eternal monotone his emotions were always broadcast to those observant enough to start associating the colors his insides glowed with different moods. It was disturbing then to see that day in and day out, a seething red leaked out from the gaps. While some were sitting being sick and others were sleeping, Ogun had carved a small place above deck for himself, literally using his blade to gently carve a large circle near the bow of the captain's ship. Of course this didn't go about without resistance but there was not much that the frail Aviari could do to stop the metal man. It was only when it was explained that the circle was not deep enough to do any kind of noticeable damage that Ogun was allowed his small sanctuary. While Hogar headed the operation, Ogun proved to be a great boon to the process, able to lift and move nearly as much as the Big Bertha suit. Though while Hogar adn the others seemed to bond over the work, Ogun grew distant, the moment his work had been completed for the day he retreated to his circle and sat silently.<br/><br/>Some tried to disturb him and get him up and about but these attempts proved futile. He didn't just retreat into a circle on the ship, he had gone further into himself, isolating himself from external stimuli so that he could mull over his thoughts but more importantly dwell and analyze and seethe over a single statement.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkGreen"> “Oh and big metal dildo, stop trying to fuck the little fox girl, stop stalking her, following her around and in general, you all need a reality check, stalking is not okay..."</span></i><br/><br/>The words echoed in his head without end and each passing day became its own torture. Apprehension and anger dominated him, he so badly wanted it to go away but he was much to nervous to confront Parin. In effect, the words weighed down on him as if they had been branded into his consciousness. By the time that the ships were starting to ascend to the air, even Parin was subject to the overbearing silence Ogun was capable of. Eventually, as the workload became less and less, Ogun spent more and more time in his circle.<br/><br/>In was during one of those rare times he left that Winnie and company were at the bow of the airship. Ogun had gone down under deck and from Parin's room, the heavy, methodical thumping of his footsteps grew closer. Stopping outside her door, there was a hesitation before the giant opened the door and, slightly hunched over, entered the room. A bright yellow light filled the room, striking in comparison to the deep red that had occupied its place these past couple of weeks. Before the foxgirl could react the giant blurted out a quick exclamation.<br/><br/><i><b>"I DO NOT WANT TO FUCK YOU!"</b></i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>