Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
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The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Howling wind echoed through the small home as gradually Malakai proceeded to dress in his work attire. Subtle creaks were easily heard as the field medic tugged on the green and navy coat of his TRS uniform. The incoming blizzard resulted in horrendous and frigid temperatures, a frightful motion for anybody being unfortunate enough to enter the field. Admittedly, the bespectacled man was lucky considering the opportunity would be used to train Jamie in the varying functions of the ward. There were desperate prayers he could persuade the young teen into preferring the safety of the TRS medical ward opposed to the field where Assembly members perpetually lurked. After Dr. Rana provided him crucial information about Jamie and Assembly, Malakai was hesitant to proceed with field-based training; he feared his young apprentice would be kidnapped. The risks were frightening, the bashful man willing to go against his apprentice’s wishes to assure his safety. The solution manifested from those consist concerns over what the Assembly would do should they capture his apprentice; the conclusions were thoughts which made Malakai tremble. Items were gathered hastily, the warlock’s potion case being freshly stocked in case of emergencies.
When everything significant was gathered, Malakai grabbed his tome, heading into the basement where the teleportation laid dormant. The driving conditions would naturally be horrendous, the field medic deciding to cooperate with another TRS member to teleport to the medical ward. On his waist remained the TRS radio, the bespectacled man bringing it to his lips to verify the progress; fortunately, everything was completed. The Latin words were memorized, the page turning merely becoming a habit from when he trained in magic. Each word was spoken smoothly, the bashful man standing in the centre of the teleportation circle, invoking the magic. Gradually, lightly gathered around the teleportation circle, the lines taking a bright, white glow on both sides until finally covering the warlock. Teleportation was an instantaneous form of transportation, Malakai hastily materializing in the TRS headquarters, fully clothed and with all items in hand. There would be a mild drain on his magic, but the bespectacled man hoped he would not be required to use it extensively. A quick survey of the surrounding area allowed the bashful medic to notice the lack of people prepared to organize him alongside the chaotic shuffling of footsteps outside the small room where his circle was drawn.
Slowly, he opened the door, discovering the chaos of the medical ward as they struggled to create more room for the incoming influx of citizens. A frown graced Malakai's lips, his worry evident after a mere glance out the door. Instead of remaining in the small room, the field medic left, radioing in to explain he decided to head towards the medical ward entrance, the location he planned on meeting Jamie. Gradually, the bashful man managed to weave through the people being organized, carefully making certain to avoid obstructing any groups of moving people. Nerves were running high because of the numerous people in the medical ward, Malakai wondering if the gymnasium was overrun with citizens; Lorsette was a fairly large city after all. Eventually, the bespectacled man managed to reach the entrance, stepping to the side of the propped open to allow people inside. Quietly, the bashful man stationed himself against the wall by the doorway, patiently waiting for Jamie to arrive.
There were hopes his apprentice could handle the crowding and assist with organizing the ward enough to handle the citizens and furthermore that he would not discover his intentions quite yet. Procrastinating the explanation for the mild change in training was a mistake, but Malakai's lack of social ability resulted in hesitance in attempting to proceed with persuading Jamie or at least explaining his reasoning. The field medic constantly feared about his apprentice's safety, and it was unlikely to cease.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Obtaining adequacy in mentoring was surprising to the socially awkward field medic, especially considering his own self-critical opinions which manifested from his perfectionist mindset. Miraculously, Malakai has managed to handle Jamie, although, there were inevitable stumbles that frequently littered his speech; any clarity being created through the empathic manipulation used to assist his faltering social capabilities. Nonetheless, somebody needed to train the young teen, and currently, based on the provided information, the bespectacled man appeared to be the only volunteer. Naturally, he feared the merciless wrath of the Assembly of Phantoms, but he feared the painful inflictions his ruthless mother decided were a worthy punishment for her homosexual son. Nobody desired these pains to enter their life, however, Malakai remained determined to prove himself as useful for the TRS, and was compliant regardless. From the beginning, he had been obedient, loyal to those who displayed positive aspects, thus he considered the entire ordeal his duty.
There would always be prominent concerns about his mentoring capabilities, the bespectacled man wondering if he could achieve the incredible confidence displayed when under the influence of empathic manipulation. The notion appeared unlikely considering his anxieties and evident failures in conversation, but Malakai hoped he could manage and his request, despite being stumbled out, would be obeyed. A deep breath was taken and held at the thought of his future requirements to train Jamie to become a successful medic, and hopefully one based in the medical ward. After a few moments, the air was released, slow as the bespectacled man attempting to clear his thoughts, but there was still a mild palpitation in his heart from nervousness. Eye contact remained sparse as the field medic's hazel eyes flitted to other locations inside the room; the floor tiles, the colourful potions, the shelved books, anything to avoid meeting Dr. Rana's. The remark explaining the appreciation for agreeing to proceed with teaching Jamie was a soothing comment to hear despite it being the expected one. It felt calming to know Malakai's efforts would be appreciated.
Footsteps became slightly louder as Dr. Rana walked closer, the conversation promptly switching to his suggestion. A pang of nervousness breached Malakai’s stomach as his eyes fixated on the variety of colourful concoctions stationed on the table. There was a slight tensing to his body, the bespectacled man concerned his suggestion was out of place considering his rank below Dr. Rana, alas, he could not resist it. There was a chance he could assist Jamie and assure his safety, thus the field medic remained determined to insist on the verdict of the young boy remaining inside the medical ward. While there would be dreaded social interaction, the Assembly of Phantoms would struggle to capture Jamie and whisk him to whatever horrible place they decided to. The reassurance was a pleasant surprise, Malakai glancing briefly towards Dr. Rana, a thankful gaze evident in his eyes. Each additional piece of information about his apprentice was taken, the bespectacled man listening as the doctor mentioned Jamie was difficult to persuade.
There was relief discovered in the verdict, abated breath leaving Malakai's lips afterwards. The field medic appreciated Dr. Rana's possible attempt to keep Jamie in the security of the medical ward.
"Thank you, Dr. Rana," he responded.
There was a chance Jamie could be confined to a safe location, even if it took effort on Malakai's part to try and persuade him to stay in the TRS headquarters. While there would be a strain on the bashful man's social skills should he be required to attempt to convince the young teen to remain in the ward. There was a mention of further instructions, the bespectacled man nodding at Dr. Rana before rising from his chair.
"I think... I... will wait to explain things," Malakai responded, procrastinating slightly.
The procrastination of social interaction was inevitable, the field medic feeling the nervousness in his stomach. There could be time spent formulating a speech and practicing his conversation skills prior to the next lesson, at least Malakai hoped. A brief glance back towards the door was taken when he heard the faint sounds of footsteps and the door, Dr. Rana exiting the room. Once he remained the only individual in the room, the bespectacled man slowly began placing the potions into the case, taking extensive breaths as he worked. Gradually, he managed to calm himself, packing away the potions with a precise organization before retrieving the case alongside the folder before taking his leave. There would be time to organize a proper lesson, re-read the folder of information and perhaps even get into contact with Jamie to discover everything he absorbed from the disrupted lesson. The field medic prayed he would have gathered enough capability to manage the following lesson without the crutch of Jamie's empathic manipulation; it felt required.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]There was anxiety plaguing Malakai's mind as he silent remained stationed in his chair. He was uncertain considering he had never been thrust into these situations, making the amount of empathic manipulation Jamie had to accomplish to give him confidence prior to becoming evident in the instance. The full-fledged medic knew his pursuits in socialization were inept fumblings unless he grew entirely comfortable with the person; or generally on the field. Unfortunately, the particular conditions of this conversation brought a different form of nervousness to the bespectacled man. The individual he conversed with, Dr. Rana, was an admired man, renown in the medical division and known by a majority of his peers. There was an extensive list of contacts which the doctor could speak with, Malakai being concerned it could become in regards to his failure in social conduct in the future. Remarkable social skill and a well-known reputation provided a certain air of power in the bashful medics eyes. People similar to Dr. Rana alongside the man himself were definitely a person others desired to provide complete attentiveness to. They would easily ponder the words to leave those intelligent lips, making the power behind his voice an incredible achievement which anybody may yearn for.
Meanwhile, the field medic consistently stumbled, rambled and accomplished anything which could make his social skills an undesirable failure to handle. There were better, easier to manage weaknesses people could obtain opposed to a difficult to handle nervousness that haunted with each word. Trembles, fidgetting, lack of eye contact, everything would make Malakai's social struggles obvious; a quickly detected flaw to his personality. Anybody could notice the mistakes which the perfectionist was ashamed of, thus his hazel eyes proceeded to stare elsewhere while he anxiously wrung his hands. The calloused texture of his palms remained only mildly comforting as they rubbed together, the fidgety actions a desperate search for a seemingly unreachable calm. The bespectacled man's hands were stationed on his lap, eyes occasionally glancing towards his hands to watch them fidget. Breaths were vaguely abnormal, faster than average to make it evident Malakai was anxious from the situation he was trapped in. The exclaimed words surprised the field medic, his eyes were momentary glancing towards Dr. Rana as he heard the pen scrawl words across the paper.
The remark was unexpected considering his subpar explanation on his opinion of young Jamie. Steps were taken closer, the doctor's eyes never leaving the paper as he drew closer. The motions were nerve-wrecking, Malakai attempting to soothe his rampant anxieties. Gradually, he forced his breaths to become extensive in an attempt to achieve transquility in the frightful exchange; this interaction was crucial. These types of conversations with respectable people of the Terror Response Syndicate were important, and Malakai felt as though he was floundering. The information was vague, the bespectacled man knowing he could have elaborated on his explanation on his feelings towards Jamie. There would remain a evident struggle with the social situation, the young man listening to the following question. The mention of the empathic manipulation was responded to with a delayed nod, brief and shy. A momentary glance was taken towards Dr. Rana, Malakai startled when he noticed the man's attention directed towards him. Immediately, the bespectacled man's gaze shifted, returning towards the fidgetting of his hands opposed to the friendly doctor.
There was a definition to empathic manipulation, going lengths to state the professional name and stating the manipulation was something he experienced, which Malakai never doubted. The empathic manipulation had been the field medic's crutch during the entirely of the lesson. There was constrast between the transformation he underwent when under the guidance of Jamie's manipulation. Confidence, social prowess, everything Malakai wished he could hold tightly and properly maintain. The subtle sound a tap against the clipboard resulted in the bespectacled man's eyes flitting back towards Dr. Rana. The explanation on the previous instructors promptly earned the field medic's attention, his hazel eyes managing to remain on the dark-skinned doctor longer before glancing away to merely listen. Everything shifted as Dr. Rana's voice was adjusted, becoming more calming to lull Malakai's anxieties; the bespectacled man unaware of the intention change to soothe him. Due to his social awkwardness, the bespectacled man never lended a thought to the possibility of somebody shifting their social attitude to provide comfort in such a subtle method.
The bespectacled man quietly listened as Dr. Rana inhaled before proceeding to speak on the situation relating to Jamie. The initial remarks began, the man mentioning the differences between Jamie's behaviour with other instructors compared to him before taking a step closer. Words proceeded to flow, a slow reach and gentle grasp on his arm resulting in a subtle jump, making it obvious Malakai was mildly wary of being touched by another individual; a nearly unnoticeable mark from the situation which revolved around his mother's abusive attitude towards him. Once he managed to relax slightly, the hazel-eyed man silently listened to Dr. Rana's words. As Malakai listened to Dr. Rana's brief summary of Jamie's background, his eyes softened and fixated on the potions, the fidgetting ceasing momentarily as he pittied the young man. When the Assembly was mentioned, there was a slight stiffening of Malakai's body, a brief fear breaching his mind. The Assembly of Phantoms was responsible for numerous deaths of citizens and Terror Response Syndicate members. While it was a commonly spoken word inside the TRS, the bespectacled man nevered liked listening to the group's name.
As the explanation proceeded, a disturbed feeling breached the pit of Malakai's stomach as Dr. Rana mentioned attempted abductions. These were words Malakai never desired to hear as his eyes flitted towards the doctor, noticing the release of his arm, Dr. Rana gaining distance. There was a pause as the bespectacled man thought, eyes glancing towards his fidgetting hands as his nerves grasped him. Gradually, he gained confidence until he built enough to voice his thoughts.
"... The Assembly are involved... in almost e-everything the TRS do," Malakai stated quietly. An extensive, nervous exhale escaped his lips. "I... can still teach him... b-but... if p-p-possible... that is... perhaps... keep Jamie in the ward when he c-completes his training... if... if you haven't already considered it, of course!"
The final words were stated hastily, an anxiety touching his voice on account of his decision to make the suggestion. The request was provided, Malakai hesitant to give the intelligent doctor the advice. While the bespectacled man would not doubt his apprentice's abilities, the mentioning of abductions bothered him. The TRS headquarters would be difficult to infiltrate in comparison to the constant movements of the battlefield. Assembly of Phantoms members were prominant on the field, giving them an ample opportunity to steal away his apprentice and accomplish their horrendous plan. There were worries that Jamie could fall victim to AP forces, thus the bespectacled man hoped Dr. Rana would at least consider the possibility if anything.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Volunteering to assist the medical ward was easy, but Malakai proceeded to struggle in the social aspects of the occupation. While he could hold his own under most circumstances, frequently providing responses with the best he could until he grew comfortable. He was simply more acquainted with the silent, work fixated and tense state of the field where timing was crucial and words could only briefly be exchanged before returning to work. Once their handshake was complete, Malakai withdrew a couple of steps, hands coming together to maintain a tight grip on the kit which contained his potions. He closed his body language, instinctual from his nervous tendencies in conversing with other individuals; he wished he could improve himself in the skill. The bespectacled man remained closed as his hazel eyes glanced around the room, avoiding the gaze of the secondary medic. She was evidently new, although, Malakai had managed to hear the quiet murmurs of people mentioning unit 2 would be receiving a new secondary medic; which was later announced as true.
There were consistent discomfort and wariness during these social situations, especially with people Malakai was unfamiliar with. The bespectacled man could not provide a proper analysis of the woman, although, she proved to be more socially capable and professional than him during this current moment. Breaths became extensive, inhales proceed by slow exhales as the bashful man attempting to gather his thoughts and organize his emotions; he could do better than this! There was a pause when Chamomile inquired about where exactly he desired to be placed.
"Um... well... I... uh... don't have a preference really," Malakai explained shyly. "I just do as told... really... I b-brought my own potions though."
Slowly, Malakai lifted his handle, displaying the case to the secondary medic. She was new to becoming a secondary medic, thus the warlock desired to show he brought his potions. They were well-crafted, the perfectionist working extensively to create these medicines for his patients; he wanted the secondary medic to be aware he could bring his own supplies. There was a moment of thought as the field medic remembered the positions and areas he was oftentimes placed in.
"Hmm... th-they usually place me where unit 2 patients are... or to help the unit 1 l-lieutenant... he can be reckless," Malakai explained. "It's... um... basic tasks..."
Being around those within unit 2 tended to be easier on the young man, especially because of his familiarity, however, the elderly lieutenant of unit 1 was a special case. After assisting numerous times with the man's injuries, they grew to become close friends. He could enjoy the comfort in their interactions, and admittedly, the few compliments the old man provided on occasion; specifically being declared the man's favourite medic. Although, he prayed the lieutenant was not wounded, especially considering he hated seeing how frequently the man would get hurt.
[ omg… I am finally not alone in leaving half-finished posts. I do it so much when I randomly get busy. Also, side note, Foxxy's character Donovan has an alias and is not known by Donovan Beckard yet, so I kept the name vague purposefully. ]
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Anxiety orbited around Malakai’s mind as he gradually opened the threshold to the small room where the lessons were conducted. He believed behind the door would perhaps be disappointed faces as a result of the bespectacled man’s endless pessimism. When he managed to open the door, the field medic discovered a man with a dark complexion with recognizable facial features. There was vague familiarity with peculiarly clad higherup which entered through the threshold. While his knowledge about the person in question was limited, Malakai knew of the doctor, albeit, through small details passed down by a few people. A clipboard was in his hands, suggesting there were details written down of perhaps the training session considering the man’s timely arrival. While Malakai was admittedly curious, he kept his mouth shut and refused to snoop on the contents the clipboard held. The man’s presence in the meagre meeting room where the lessons were conducted was surprising. While he heard prominently of the intellectual doctor, he imagined him being placed elsewhere in the medical ward where his intelligence could be placed to the most beneficial use.
As the doctor entered, a single inquiry left his lips, but he appeared more fixated on Jamie and Manirak rather than the bespectacled man who opened the door. While the infamous Dr. Rana proceeded to interact with the pair, Malakai inched back, moving away from the door slightly to avoid being in the way. Silently, the field medic watched, not bothering to answer the question. There was no longer a crutch to assist with the bespectacled man’s apprehension of social engagements. Hope had been evident when Jamie controlled his emotions, solely because of Malakai’s inner nervousness; he could only imagine the stumbling mess he would return to. Merely thinking about it kept the field medic’s eyes locked with the tiled floor, analyzing the subtle textures while attempting to soothe the slight palpitations in his heart created from fear. The admired Dr. Rana was a higher up, and the evident monitoring of their lesson suggested the possibility the perfectionist could receive critical feedback for his failures in teaching. The nearly unbearable weight of negative criticism weighed heavily on Malakai's mind, his nerves reacting accordingly as a tense feeling affected the back of his neck.
The timorous impression remained, increasing when the doctor suddenly called out Manirak's name, pronouncing it with precision. Evidently, it appeared Dr. Rana had been observing them closely, which was rather off-putting to Malakai; were all lessons scrutinized thoroughly? The cameras were sensible on account of possible Assembly of Phantoms invasions or incidents in the medical ward, but acquiring their use to observe a mere apprenticing lesson was unexpected. Presumably, it would be a result from their unexpected guest, but Malakai was always under the impression scouts viewed the footage considering their natural skills in observantness. The bashful man's eyes remained locked with the ground as he sucked back his lower lip to quietly chew on his lower lip. His arms crossed over his stomach while he proceeded to quietly listen to the interaction, uncertain if he should voice his presence. There were confirmations when the trio interacted, Dr. Rana formally mentioning how the lesson was an improvement compared to the previous; which was a slight relief for the perfectionist.
Eventually, his presence was noticed, the bespectacled subtly jumping in response to his name being exclaimed. Slowly, his head lifted to glance anxiously at the doctor before providing a small nod. Silently, he watched as everybody else began filing out of the room, Malakai's hazel eyes trained on the door. The pause from his apprentice followed by the farewell caught the field medic's attention quickly.
"Goodbye..." He answered softly before the door clicked close.
An anxious sigh escaped Malakai lips as he turned towards the bland tables, eyes fixating on the closed folder which held the information about his apprentice. He was warned before accepting the mentoring responsibility through the provided data, but his nervousness kept him from opening the contents until earlier today. The walk back towards the table was slow, Malakai sitting in one of the chairs provided. The resilient leathery cushions made for little comfort as he hunched over, propping his elbow on the table to rest his chin in. Slowly, he opened the folder again to briefly read over the information which should have allowed him to surmise the possibility of Jamie using his empathic manipulation during the lessons, however, there appeared to be no malice behind the actions. There were traits provided Malakai lacked in terms of teaching, most specifically confidence and reassurance he could accomplish it with success, thus he wondered if his apprentice was merely attempting to benevolently assist in the lesson's progression.
Bottles of potions remained on the table, Malakai turning his attention to the folder, trying to sway his own opinion in a single direction; he was conflicted. Somebody needed to teach Jamie, especially considering field medics were crucial for the survival of the TRS. The reason the bespectacled man joined was to assist with any shortages, thus why he allowed people to move him around as needed; even going to lengths to assist other units or inside the ward. They needed people to fixate on the path of healing to allow hunters, scouts and occasionally other medics to complete their objectives. After a few moments, the door creaked open, Malakai's gaze instinctively flitting towards it to watch the entrance of Dr. Rana. The folder was promptly closed to fixate on the conversation, the bespectacled man's nerves began mildly exhibiting themselves through his avoidance of Dr. Rana's eye contact. His hands clasped together, resting on his lap while his right hand roughly rubbing the top of the left; another subtle sign of his anxieties kicking in during the instance.
The bluntness behind Dr. Rana's words in regards to his training capabilities resulted in Malakai flinching, however, he could never deny the claims; social interaction was evidently still a struggle. There was silence from the bespectacled man as the doctor proceeded, surprise briefly touching his face with the manner of which he referred to Jamie. The subject made everything sounded professional, but strange considering he would expect the usual title calls followed by the individual's first name (if necessary) and surname, however, the field medic believed the possibility of reading too far into the words being used. A paper was held, stating their interactions could be recorded with his handwritten signature of compliance. While the bespectacled man had agreed, he still expected scouts to watch opposed to the doctor himself. Were these common occurrences in mentoring, or was there more to Jamie that he was unaware of? The inquiry regarding his apprentice resulted in Malakai's attention returning to Dr. Rana.
There was a brief pause as Malakai though of the proper words and mustered the few shreds of confidence he had. "Well... he seems like an... okay k-kid... I believe he may have... um... tried to h-help me?"
There was a vagueness to Malakai's words as he attempted to explain his opinion while his feelings conflicted. He wanted to assist the TRS by proceeding the training, but the bespectacled man remained uncertain. However, he easily remembered how both Jamie and Dr. Rana had stated the lessons did better than previous which made Malakai wonder if, miraculously, he had been the correct choice. Alas, the bashful field medic continued to fail in formulating a proper, more descriptive opinion.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Silence filled the room while Malakai awaited the arrival of individual prepared to brief him on where he would be working within the medical ward; he had grown accustomed to the function. There were multiple incidents where the ward needed assistance in his time working with the TRS, thus he became familiarized with both procedures on account of his desire to help. While he went lengths to supply a majority of his own potions and wares to avoid any strains on inventory whenever possible. Quietly, the bespectacled man waited, pushing his glasses up while he analyzed the simple room. Books were mostly contained inside, perhaps records of certain patients or various other healing related topics to assist those who needed more information about specific conditions. There was the table with chairs occupying each table, although, most features were not notable. There was not much to accomplish when somebody was waiting, thus Malakai noted some of the small details of the room, like the white walls with pale blue accents; probably designed to lull patients into a calming state of mind.
While Malakai stood patiently inside the room, he realized how early he arrived, although, was not bothered by the notion. Should there be an emergency during the understaffed day, he could at least be around to assist where needed. Considering the ward's lack of staff, the bespectacled man prayed the day would be pleasantly quiet. There were plenty of jobs where slow days were horrible, but in medical-related ones, it was a blessing; a reassurance everything would be alright. The current state of the world resulted in these quiet moments inside the ward becoming beyond pleasant. Daily, people could be injured and placed inside the medical ward or hospital depending on which facility was closer to their area and how immediately they required care. These days where there was a severe lacking in emergency situations were moments people strived for, Malakai included after witnessing the injured passing through his station before being shipped off here. While it could lead to lengthy, boredom inducing hours, the field medic preferred silence over the constant rush created by fieldwork.
The subtle squeak of the nearby door clued Malakai in on the entrance of another individual. Immediately, his eyes flitted towards the threshold, watching as a woman with ginger hair tied back into a bun. The bespectacled man recognized her, as expected considering she was one of the higher-ups in his unit; he hardly needed an introduction, although, appreciated nonetheless. A brief nod was provided in regards to his name, the bashful man tentatively taking her to perform a greeting handshake. He was evidently nervous, although, from the interaction rather than the radical change of scenery from his usual responsibilities. There was a lack of eye contact, the ravenette instead staring towards the floor opposed to meeting Chamomile's eyes. Slight fidgeting with the handle of the brown case further keyed people into his nervousness; it was a subtle calming method. Socially, Malakai was inept, possessing difficulties in confrontation or holding a proper conversation clear of stumbles, rambles, random pauses or various other traits of anxiety.
"A pleasure to m-meet you," he responded, a bit quiet. "It's not a problem... I've done this before..."
There remained a quietness to his tone, the bespectacled man managing to keep his anxieties fairly tamed, alas, his nerves proceeded to steadily bother him. Gradually, he glanced up briefly to provide a sheepish smile, although, the expression disappeared quickly as Malakai opted to glance away from the secondary medic's eyes. He found himself concerned over his failure in social interactions constantly, although, he could discover pride when he managed to fluently state a sentence. Unfortunately, there were incidents where he struggled to properly word his questions, oftentimes in response to inquiries about his life, even with something as trivial as preferences. He was frightfully self-conscious, resulting in concerns over the opinions people could possibly possess in regards to his attitude or behaviour. While most expected a different personality in field medics, the bespectacled man proved to be an oddity with his anxious attitude and poor social skills; especially considering how skillful he became when tending to those in peril.
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