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.
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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.
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[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Winter air maintained a cold temperature outside, although, fortunately, Malakai was requested to assist in the ward on account of medic shortage. Despite day-offs being a pleasant time to relax their mind after the stressful situations involved in their occupation. These relaxations were crucial to maintaining proper mental health, but the bespectacled man held a deep desire to assist his fellow TRS agents. Constantly, they would risk their lives to protect the citizens of Lorsette, thus Malakai considered it an honour to assist in the ward whenever they proved to be low on staff. While his skills pertained heavier to fieldwork, the ravenette dabbled in the ward experience due to his self-conscious beliefs about failing the field test, although, he considered the possibility of failure. The sensitivity of his past suggested the primary problem on account of terrors sinking their claws into the victim's fear. Fortunately, he managed to fixate on work during his fieldwork but maintained knowledge over some of the ward assistance.
Once he arrived at the TRS, Malakai paused for a moment to check the time before a soft grin touched his face. As usual, he arrived 15 minutes early, which became an expectation created for himself. People needed assistance and the amount of time would be ample for a briefing about the recent situations inside the ward alongside some questioning about the patients he was expected to assist. These were important factors, but thankfully a majority of ward situations were injury-based on account of it essentially being a hospital for the agents in the TRS. Slowly, Malakai slipped out of the vehicle, the usual medic uniform hugging his body. The usual navy coloured jacket accented with green and dotted with silver text wrapped around his torso, making his affiliation with the TRS obvious through a single glance. In his hands was a brown case with a handle while a bag was carried in the other which contained a spare pair of clothes should; a spare uniform stayed in his work locker.
The walk inside was accomplished with hasty strides, the field medic entering through the heavy double doors of the medical ward. Afterwards, he weaved through the hallways, heading towards the employee locker room. There were patients inside the ward which managed to recognized the bashful medic, most particularly for fieldwork. Some were saved by the efforts of field medics, allowing for the individual in question to remain with their family, unfortunately, Malakai could not stand around to converse; perhaps a fortune considering his social ineptitude. Once the ravenette arrived at the locker room, he quickly left his spare change of clothes inside but maintained a firm grip on the brown case. As a result from his warlock ties, the young man was prone to creating potions himself instead of using the supplies from the medical ward. Under numerous circumstances, his potions proved effect in the healing process, thus the field medic opted to use them unless told otherwise to lesson any strains on medical supplies.
Occasionally, the young man would even offer his potion making skills to the ward considering the importance of medicines. They were crucial to restoring the health of his fellow TRS agents. Once everything inside his locker was properly sorted, Malakai departed from the room, double checking the text stating where he would be briefed today. There were directions to the room, although, Malakai was familiar with the name. While a majority of his years in the TRS was spent working on the field, he managed to learn to navigate the hallways of the medical ward with thorough precision. Since his years being mentored, he was taught brief snippets on the medical ward through sheepishly asked questions; his self-conscious thinking resulted in plenty of those questions being asked. He always imagined himself ending up in the medical ward instead of achieving his objective to become a field medic for the TRS.
He wondered if determination managed to carry him this far, providing him with the sorrowful view of ugly scenes and despicable wounds; nothing about the field was beautiful. There were plenty of incidents of death and witnessing devastating attacks from terrors and Assembly members which murdered the hunters who vowed to serve their lives for Lorsette. Everything was gruesome, and Malakai could only accomplish the objective, focusing on healing the injured in hopes they could survive another day. There were fortunately magically inclined healers mixed in, but the insistence towards only using their magic under circumstances of the grievously wounded patients left a portion being forced to heal naturally. A soft sigh escaped Malakai's lips as he passed several rooms, his eyes wondering and noticing the wounded inside; sometimes he wondered where they gained their bravery. Each day, they left the comfort of their homes knowing the risk was death, but proceeded to accomplish it daily; it was astounding.
Gradually, he managed to arrive at the briefing room, where he slowly opened the door and slipped inside. Once inside, he inched away from the door to avoid being bumped into. The bespectacled man remained standing near the wall, already aware he was not a frequent staff in the medical ward.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Bonafide consoling was considered the only action Malakai could accomplish in this intense; he merely prayed he could do an ample job comforting his distress. There were certain objectives he wished to complete considering the numerous incidents where people were forced to assist him. Alas, he could hardly believe himself to be useful in soothing others, his tendencies to be rather emotional and sensitive. Plenty of things easily triggered his concern or could potentially upset him, most specifically incidents related to his dastardly mother. The torturous circumstances of Malakai’s past would always remain in memory, but occasionally be pushed away for the sake of bravery. After a few moments, the bespectacled man gave Jamie’s shoulder a squeeze of reassurance while attempting to calm the distraught young boy. The intense benevolence which Malakai held encouraged him to keep trying to calm the young boy, but his ineptitude in these endeavours kept his voice silenced. He was uncertain on what could possibly be spoken to sooth his apprentice.
Admittedly, Malakai thought Manirak's leaving could possibly be the primary cause of the sudden outburst. There were no thoughts towards the weights which could burden his apprentice. Unlike Jamie, the bespectacled man was prone to these incidents of crying and considering the boy's youth, Malakai was unable to guess the possibility of his apprentice's haunting past arriving to further the distress; the background merely provided sufficient information, but failed to relent a more detailed analysis unlike the remainder of the folder. When Manirak arrived to guide Jamie towards a chair, the field medic inched back, allowing the individual who possessed further knowledge of the young boy's behaviour to handle the situation. Based on the explanation, they were related, thus the bespectacled man presumed their connection remained tight. Already, Malakai assumed Manirak would be better at consoling than himself. A few steps were taken back, the full-fledged medic awkwardly standing while the spirit soothed the young boy; Malakai could not even think of other words to say.
When Jamie began working to compose himself, the field medic wandered towards the assortment of potions grouped on the table. These stressful occurrences resulted in Malakai wondering if postponing the remainder of the lesson was better. Each interruption developed created concern considering the nature of these interactions; each posed an interesting problem and appeared to arrive abruptly. They never ceased, each arriving in concession after the former, which left the state of the lesson in question. Perhaps this should be considered a mulligan? There could be a make-up day, the bespectacled man never paying mind to the possibility of stating he was unfit to train Jamie. While his skills were questionable, Malakai desired a second chance to complete the initial lesson, although, he remained unbeknownst to the manipulation taking place during the first lesson. As he debated post-poning the session or completing it, he would occasionally spare a glance of worry towards Jamie. Witnessing somebody cry left an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of Malakai's stomach; he wished he could be better assistance to the distraught child.
The field medic's attention was divided until his apprentice began to speak, thus diverting his attention from the debate. An apology was provided in regards to the sudden display of sorrowful emotions, and oddly, there was something nostalgic about it all. Whenever Malakai hurled himself into the darkest depths of his emotions or experienced a horrifying nightmare, he would frequently apologize to his father for causing a disruption. His father always shook his head and insisted it was never necessaity, going lengths to state it was apart of his job as a parent to assist his precious son whenever possible. There was a pause before the field medic attempted a reassuring smile, but it was awkwardly lopsided.
"Don't worry about it... S-sometimes people... need to cry," he responded quietly.
Afterwards, the conversation began delving into the strength in Jamie's powers, which was unexpected by the bespectacled man. While the files provided a glimpse into the capabilities of his apprentice's empathic manipulation, thus as the young boy explained, Malakai's attention shifted to him. Surprise promptly filled the medic's hazel eyes as the young child explained in the capabilities of his empathic manipulation. Listening to the explanation was stunning to the bespectacled man, but sensible considering how his earlier spouts of sudden social confidence. Everything about his apprentice's clarification was sensible, especially when the manipulation ceased, startling Malakai from the sudden flood of non-conflicting emotions or lacking of specific ones. He was controlled like a puppet on strings, falling victim to the success manipulation of emotions. The bespectacled man felt used by the young empath, although, the final note about him not being the first to attempt training the young boy surprised him.
There were inquries about why the higher-ups decided the bashful and social inept man was apparently "suitable" for the job, but perhaps they were beginning to run low on options. Several mentors attempted and proved to fail the task of training the young boy, and should his decision became to do similar, what exactly would happen to Jamie? There were conflicting opinions, the field medic concerned about the manipulation which occurred while in Jamie's presence, but also concerned about the sorrowful boy willing to admit the rather underhanded acts he accomplished which most appeared to be an attempt to aid the lesson. Without the influence of courage, Malakai would easily become a bumbling mess should he manage to stumble over a world or provide invalid information. Then arrived the thanks for the lesson, but the sentence was promptly cut off by the knocking. There was a pause as Malakai glanced at Manirak and Jamie before slowly heading towards the door. The doorknob was grabbed in a slow, shaky and anxious moment, the bespectacled man opening the door which squealed in complaint. In a shaky motion, Malakai adjusted his glasses, remaining silent as uncertainty hit him; he could hardly come to an opinion or a decision with the restricted time.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]The initial training lesson proved to be rather challenging on account of the disturbances alongside the nature of them. There were countless interruptions which resulted in a difficulty to teach the basics of TRS medical care. The peculiar set of complications left Malakai struggling to maintain composure and organize his lesson. Fortunately, the abrupt influences of empathic manipulation allowed the bespectacled man to maintain a shred of strength. There was plenty of information to absorb from the recent minutes which the full-fledged medic paused a moment to process entirely. Furthermore, the field medic's lack of understanding towards the language Jamie and Manirak used to converse. These situations were impossible to prepare for and with a confident reaper hunter lingering outside the door. Nervousness would plague each of Malakai's movements, but the crutch of empathic manipulation chased the frightful notions of failure away. Before the explanations could truly proceed, the bespectacled man knew the reaper outside needed to be handled beforehand.
The functions of the TRS were something Malakai respected, therefore making him inclined to handle the situation involving the hunter outside. After years of volunteering in assisting the TRS, the full-fledged field medic felt obliged to assist and handle the problem related to the hunter and Manirak intrusion. Unfortunately, Malakai remained uncertain over what would happen should Manirak be handed over to TRS custody for possible interrogating. Under most circumstances, the bespectacled man would proceed to panic criticize himself despite there being no procedures to avoid these perplexing situations, although, Jamie's abilities continued to influence his mood. Stressful situations could provide one of two drastically different outcomes for Malakai, one requiring medical based circumstances to function while another oftentimes overwhelmed and upset him. He frequently struggled to manage the stresses outside of the field, his perfectionist mindset making it difficult for Malakai to feeling comfortable. On the field, while wound dressings needed to be cleansed and well-executed, minor mistakes could be forgiven if the patient was provided more time before being shipped to the ward; minimizing damage was the objective.
There were frequent moments where Malakai cried, especially during his earlier years with his mother, her perfectionist attitude oftentimes bothering him. He felt inferior to her capabilities, but fortunately, his father assisted in providing him the confidence to handle the struggle with his past. Once asking his inquiry, the situation developed to become more perplexing as names and terms the bespectacled man never heard before were stated. The confusion dissipated the longer Jamie explained, Malakai attempting to comprehend the information became a greater struggle. The interesting difference in language was rather astonishing, the translations being appreciated. The explanation began fluently, albeit, for an anxiety ridden child like Jamie. Despite the stumbling stutters, Malakai managed to understand the words, however, would require a silent moment to entirely understand the unique situation provided to him. While the field medic was smart, he occasionally needed moments to digest information in its entirety, although, as the explanation proceeded, Malakai easily understood one notable fact; Elder Manirak planned to pass onto Purgatory. Despite the foreign names Jamie used and explained, the bespectacled man knew the mere invoking of Purgatory frequently meant death or was directly related to the undead.
There was a cold, empty feeling which hit Malakai’s gut when the details about Manirak’s desires to enter Purgatory were discussed. Death, a rather nerve-wracking topic in the medic’s mind, developed into an acute fear, but constant fret. There were many instances where he witnessed the devastation it brought, evident in the lowered moral in certain units. On intermittent moments, the field medic witnessed the frightfully cold experience of watching light drain from a patient’s eyes as they passed into Thanatos’ domain. There was always a chilling and foreboding feeling which accompanied each occurrence, causing Malakai's thoughts to wander into the darker depths of his mind where he pondered if his grave would be on the battlefield. The conversation related to the grim topic caused the bespectacled man's heart to drop, his understanding of the emotional ramifications of loss being thorough from his two years in service at the TRS. The explanation related to Manirak's desires began deteriorated, Jamie closing his eyes to proceed.
Changes became evident on the young boy's face, Malakai's expression shifting to concern as his apprentice displayed unusual traits throughout his explanation. Tears welled, rolling down the child's cheeks before finally he began to cry. Considering the overal theme of the clarification, the bespectacled medic easily assumed it was related to Manirak's passing; there would be no other explanation for the crying session. There was a pause before Malakai softly touched Jamie's shoulder, concern evident on his face. Another pause insued, the field medic slowly weaving together the best sequence of words he could tell the child.
"It will be okay," he murmured awkwardly. "Do you need to sit down for a moment?"
The words were spoken in a soft tone, but proceeded to hold awkwardness and uncertainty; Malakai was rarely on the comforting side of the crying. Under almost all circumstances, his father would arrive to comfort him, most particularly after nightmares or an intense, stressful day. From his experiences, Malakai rarely delt thoroughly with the loss of a relative; most of his grandparents died during his youngest years and his father became the only family member he maintained a thorough connection with. Words were stuck in Malakai's throat, his unfamiliarity with these types of situations making it harder to provide comfort. Time proceeded, the minutes provided to "handle" the situation ticking down, the reaper lingering outside with a scout, the scout being an unknown factor to Malakai. Eventually, there would be a knock on the door, each under the belief he failed, but fixation was placed entirely on attempting to calm Jamie. The bespectacled man quietly chewed his lip before exhaling an extensive breath to clear his mind.
"How... how about you sit down... Jamie?" Malakai asked quietly. "I can get you some kleenexes... and maybe some water."
The bespectacled man was trying his hardest to sound comforting to the adolescent, his tone improving from the initial attempt; the softness remained, but the awkwardness was minimized slightly. Based on his evaluation on Jamie's physical and mental condition, Malakai already planned to cancel the lesson to give Jamie time to cope; he assumed his apprentice needed time to calm himself and mourn his future loss.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]An extensive breath leaked through Malakai's lips as he leaned against the wooden door heavily. Inside his chest, his heart beating rapidly after being forced into a confrontation; he was terrified of those situations. He could hardly handle the notions of conversing with another individual and attempting to maintain professionalism in his stumbling, pathetic and anxious voice. Furthermore, the individual in question was a reaper, evident by the sudden cord of fear which struck Malakai the instance he opened the door and faced those judgemental eyes. Fortunately, it was apparent the reaper understood the fragile importance of allowing the situation to possibly be handled quietly instead of waking or possibly disturbing the patients inside the ward; there could be an uproar if the individuals inside thought the TRS headquarters was in trouble. Slowly, the bespectacled man slid down the surface of the door to sit on the floor.
From his position he observed Jamie and Manirak interact as he slowed his breaths. Air would enter through his nose before being held for a moment and later released through his mouth in a drawn-out exhale. Under normal circumstances for a majority of people, these interactions were simplistic and easily handled, but Malakai struggled with an extreme, untamable shyness. Outside the pressure of the battlefield, he stumbled over his words and failed to provide himself with confidence. The problematic and frightening conditions of a battleground resulted in a requirement for focus, the constant reminder of fulfilling a necessary role allowing the bashful man to discover success. Fixation was placed mostly on mending the wounds of his fellow TRS agents instead of the dangerous circumstances unless death was approaching their location. Despite battling the possibility of being mortally wounded, he could hardly handle simple confrontation; nobody could believe he could muster bravery in the face of a fight.
Gradually, Malakai's knees inched towards his chest as he quietly resided himself to the floor. He listened to the peculiar language the pair spoke, unable to follow on account of his unfamiliarity. Throughout their conversation, he remained silent and clueless. While it could have been the mysterious sympathetic push or the understanding he felt for having only a sole person watching over you, Malakai had managed to perform and accomplish the actions to provide more time. After being limited to merely having his father, the bespectacled man could comprehend the importance of family; without his father, he could be stuck inside the dangerous walls of his mother’s house or perhaps dead from the abuse. Their talking proceeded, the field medic remaining on the floor while he listened to the subtle stirs of a pacing individual outside; presumably the reaper. Confusion remained evident in Malakai’s expression while he watched the pair interact, the young adult still clueless about the language.
When their gazes shifted towards him, the bespectacled man jumped, startled by the sudden attention he received. Following where the conversation was nearly impossible on account of Malakai’s lack of comprehension, but once the gazes shifted, the medic slowly lifted himself from the floor. There was still anxiety bothering the bespectacled man as he stood, nervous about the current situation. An apology followed by the offering to inquire about the situation, Malakai paused.
“Well…” There was a pause before the bespectacled man could finish a stammered sentence, the emotional crutch of empathic manipulation supported his speech. “... Perhaps we should handle the reaper outside… they would likely want to interrogate Manirak to make certain he is not a threat… With the situation of the war, we have to be careful.”
The explanation was simply presented, the confidence suddenly returning from Jamie’s ability affecting him in full-force. While Malakai had numerous questions, he desired to avoid further interruptions, the reaper being the primary risk. Unfortunately, beyond that, Malakai was uncertain where he wanted to begin his inquiries after the scene which played out in this brief amount of time. Everything happened extremely quickly, ultimately perplexing the field medic, although, this was partly because of the language barrier. A moment was taken to glance towards the door before lifting his wrist to glance at the minutes gradually clicking away. There was plenty to cover, Malakai even considering opening the folder to question some of the material since there were some confusion sections, however, there was one curiosity the bespectacled man wanted to ask currently.
“I am wondering what Manirak needed to speak to you about… I understand if it is personal, but I am surprised it could not have waited,” Malakai began. “Furthermore… how much of the lesson did you catch despite having a distraction?”
Providing Jamie with a proper education was necessary, but there were tons of information Malakai was curious about. Why was Manirak here in the first place was the main wonder, considering it resulted in the lesson’s interruption and brought the concern of the TRS. If he gathered the significant information, perhaps he could provide it to the higher-ups and limit the number of questions and stress on the family. Then naturally knowing the amount of information Jamie absorbed was another factor he desired to know, especially since the peculiar behaviour he exhibited because of Manirak had brought numerous concerns. He wanted to successfully teach his apprentice, but the number of interruptions to their introduction class made everything extremely difficult to handle and suggested the possibility of having to repeat some of the lessons.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Within seconds the situation provided to Malakai changed drastically at the notion of two individuals listening in on his lesson. There was fortune he could handle teaching one person, but two increased the bespectacled man’s anxieties. Two people, double the chances for failure somewhere in the lesson. Throughout his attempt of planning a class, Malakai merely accounted for Jamie and tried to hastily tailor a plan best suited for the bashful boy. Furthermore, the field medic was unable to understand the language the spirit confidently spoke. The man’s unexpected appearance inside the room was startling, the bespectacled man backpedalling in surprise despite the instance of the man being peaceful. Nerves constricted Malakai’s thoughts, making it difficult to focus on the situation. It was improbable the man was associated with the TRS, proven by the manner Jamie interacted with him and the young boy’s insistence. While Malakai’s interactions with Jamie were brief, the evaluation appeared correct from his observations. The stranger did not appear menacing, his apprentice introducing the spirit as Elder Manirak.
The first impression of the peculiar spirit was the manner of which he dressed that reminded Malakai of days spent in history class; he appeared like an old picture coming to life. There was a historic essence to the style of his clothing which suggested he originated from a colder climate, although, the peculiar language he spoke made it obvious he was foreign to Lorsette. Despite the existent language barrier, the bespectacled man's nerves remained tense the longer he remained inside the room. The strange language proceeded to be spoken, Malakai deducing various languages from the possibilities but nonetheless was confused. Translations were provided by his trainee, the bespectacled man nodding slowly as he attempted to mask his nervousness. He prayed to hide the inner tensions caused by the abrupt appearance of the spirit, but Malakai was clueless about how to properly handle the situation. When given an apprentice, there was time to panic and allow for all those emotions to simmer, but being secretly inspected by an elderly spirit was nerve-wracking. He could hardly interact properly with Jamie, now an additional guest threw his focus and confidence out the window.
Each translation was a nervous stammering of words escaping Jamie's lips as he explained what Elder Manirak was saying. Plenty of information was provided through stumbling explanations of his apprentice, the young boy stating the elder to be family and giving the explanation he desired. Since the break, the mysterious spirit had been observing their progress, resulted in Malakai flashing a sheepish smile, the medic proceeding to mask his discomfort. There was a palpitation to his heartbeat from the intense effects of his social anxieties alongside the sudden circumstances he was launched into. An abrupt family visit never crossed the bespectacled man's mind, thus his high levels of nervousness. These types of situations were not mentioned in the file, a majority of Jamie's history being vague and unclear according to the file. Unfortunately, these spontaneous situations had no manual for problems like this. When his apprentice mentioned the notion of a TRS agent to investigate, the bespectacled man released a nervous squeak. The arrival of a TRS agent suggested the individual in question could notice his lack of control in the situation.
Furthermore, the frightening notion of confrontation brought a subtle stomachache from the anxieties plaguing him. As the one-sided conversation proceeded, Jamie, continuing to insist that Manirak wished to express an apology after his spontaneous appearance. The declaration towards the spirit's motives was met with silence, Malakai carefully adjusting his glasses as he hesitated to speak.
"I... I..." The bespectacled man stumbled, uncertain what to say.
The room was promptly encompassed by silence, Malakai lacking the social adeptness to handle the unexpected situation. Calm breaths were maintained, the field medic attempting to create a soothing atmosphere in his mind; he needed to think straight, but after the abrupt appearance of the spirit, he remained shocked. The bespectacled man's hazel eyes glanced towards the ground, as he attempted to weave together words. Before the bespectacled man could manage to create a sentence, words stated in a distressed tone reached his ears. Slowly, Malakai's gaze raised to watch his apprentice as he pleaded for assistance with keeping Manirak safe from capture. Those blue eyes sparked something, the strings of Jamie's abilities being used for leverage, sympathy becoming overwhelming until his apprentice lowered his head. Quietly, the bespectacled man observed them, remembering no mentions of a family inside of Jamie's file. Was this perhaps all he had left? This strange elder could potentially be one of the few connections to home his student possessed. The concept brought him to that frightening place when he lived in New Brunswick, alone and scared because of his malicious mother.
Suddenly arrived the sharp knock to the door, Malakai jumping as the noise startled him. The field medic's eyes flitted between Jamie and the door, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Slow steps were taken towards the door, the bespectacled man pausing before reaching for the doorknob. The door was cracked open, the natural fear manipulation from the reaper resulting in Malakai wincing as he gradually straightened himself out in front of the door.
"H-hello," Malakai mumbled out.
There was a momentary pause as the reaper created eye contact, a frightening coldness in the agent's eyes.
"Based on the observations of our cameras, we have discovered an unauthorized guest inside the building. I simply wish to retrieve him and-" the reaper stated, attempting to push past, but Malakai remained where he was. "Mr. Moors, I request you move."
A moment was spent to glance back towards Manirak and Jamie before regarding the reaper with a soft sigh. There was a moment spent to gather his thoughts, Malakai struggling to simply allow them to take Manirak away; he wanted his apprentice to be comfortable. There were few people he could understand from having a similar personality makeup and social ineptness, but perhaps this spirit brought a calmness to Jamie.
"I'll handle it," Malakai stated with a sheepish smile. "I h-have been informed he is harmless. There... is no need to... possibly rile up the medical ward from an unexpected guest... The patients need to rest after all... I will... quietly handle it."
An unimpressed countenance marked the reaper's face from desperate attempt to insist towards capability in the situation. Everything about the attempt lacked command, making it difficult for the agent to feel a willingness to step aside.
"You have five minutes to handle it, but if I hear anything suspicious, I will be forced to interfere," the reaper mumbled before stepped aside to lean against the wall outside.
A hasty nod of acknowledgement was Malakai's answer before he quietly closed the door to release a lengthy exhale. Silence enveloped the field medic as his thoughts lingered on how exactly to handle the situation. He could already presume there would be TRS members desiring to question the mysterious spirit, but they would need an interpreter.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]There remained a slight confusion over the spontaneous confidence and smooth speaking patterns Malakai was exhibiting. Never could he dream of these capabilities, yet, they suddenly appeared on a silver platter for him to place into use. It was an unexpected upgrade from his regularly stumbling, socially awkward tendencies displayed in his normal behaviour. This unique spectrum of social talent was peculiar but endearing. For years, the bespectacled man coveted for adeptness in the art of conversation and finally he had been granted a fluency in words. While Malakai was rather overzealous about the concept of procuring these marvellous capabilities, there was fragility to his newly acquired conversation proficiency. The skill appeared to waver, sometimes strong while other times breaking and allowing for anxieties to breach mind. Everything about it was complex with hints of supernatural enforcement, but Malakai remained blind to the culprit who supported his emotional state. After a few moments of thought to the development, his mind focused on the significant objective of teaching his pupil; thoughts of his abrupt change in attitude could be done in private.
The teachings were progressing at a questionable rate, their effectiveness becoming a wonder to Malakai. There was hope verbal lessons would result in positive responses from Jamie, although, the medic remained unaware to the type of learner his apprentice could be. These discussions simply appeared to make the poor boy uncomfortable, evident to Malakai by the pauses and stutters between speech. Would longer pre-planned lectures be better suited for his student? Alas, the ravenette required a method to assure the information was being digested properly. Assuring Jamie's training sessions were success became a top priority for Malakai since he feared to fail the higher-ups on this important assignment. They expected for Jamie to be properly taught and perhaps for the education program for the bespectacled man to establish to accomplish this to excellence; or at least, to the perfectionist's belief. Everything was required to be done flawlessly, thus the earlier bouts of nervousness needed to be recovered from to maintain a smoothly flowing lesson for his apprentice to follow. He wanted to vanquish any uncertainty possible generated from his earlier word fumbles.
The inquiries assisted in feeding Malakai's belief of Jamie listening to his lengthy lecture, especially since the question itself correlated to the recently spoken information, potions. This specific question inquired about the possibility of gifted humans making potions. There was a brief pause as the bespectacled man sorted his words to properly explain to his apprentice the lengths a non-warlock/witch could reach in regards to potions.
"Well... not necessarily. You could, by all means, mix the ingredients, but a witch or warlock would be required to supply the magic. Gifted and witchcraft are two different types of magic, with witchcraft catering to tomes and potion brewing while gifted magic is suited for the abilities they possess," Malakai explained, pausing momentarily. "So, essentially, you can assist, but can't perform the magic yourself. Either way, mixing potions with somebody could be an interesting experience and perhaps help in understanding how magic varies between people."
The simple explanation was provided, Malakai hastily evaluating his thoughts to avoid missing any crucial information. Once the inquiry was answered, the ravenette's thoughts fixated on where exactly to guide the lesson. There was a brief moment of thought until the full-fledged medic noticed his apprentice's eyes lingering elsewhere. Immediately, the bespectacled man's brow lifted as he became confused by the sudden lacking in attention. The bespectacled man began to stare, bewildered by the abrupt unfocused behaviour being displayed by his apprentice. There was a shift in the expression of the young boy, resulting in Malakai being perplexed by the strange actions. The countenance displayed puzzlement, yet, the expression was aimed towards the empty air beside his young pupil. Promptly, the medic's gaze shifted towards the empty space beside Jamie, his brow still lifted in confusion. While he stared, began a strange phenomenon that resulted in Malakai backpedalling in surprise as he witnessed a peculiar man materializing inside the room and directly where his apprentice was staring.
A squeak of surprise escaped the startled Malakai's mouth as his heartbeat accelerated from the sudden appearance of this random individual. An awkward grin crossed their wrinkled face as a strange language was uttered, the words being entirely foreign to Malakai; he was only familiar with Latin and English. More steps were taken backwards, the full-fledged medic's hazel eyes analyzing the unexpected fur-clad visitor. Only a few moments after the strange language was spoken did Jamie stammer out a translation, the bespectacled man's eyes flitting towards him with surprise. How long had their invisible guest been standing there?
"H-how long as he... been there?" Malakai inquired nervously.
A countenance of surprise remained evident on Malakai's face as he attempted to straighten his thoughts after the unexpected situation he was launched into. There were theories made about the silent observer possibly being a higher-up supervising Jamie's development. The idea brought further questions related to if Malakai was doing an adequate job teaching the young boy about healing. Silently, the bespectacled medic stood awaiting possible judgement from the mysterious individual who intruded on the lesson.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Pride continued to transcend over Malakai as he gradually managed to proceed with the lecture. These were moments he was rarely entitled to, thus bringing a determination to advance the lesson. While he smoothly spoke, his hazel eyes would flit towards Jamie for a hasty analysis of the boy’s health. Receiving complete insight would be impossible, but the bespectacled man desired assurance of his apprentice’s medical standing in the moment. After the valuable information he read in correlation to Jamie’s condition, Malakai was naturally displaying worry over the young boy. The banes of empathic manipulation sounded horrendous which gave the full-fledged medic the desire to assist where he could, or at least make certain he would be alright during the lesson. Unfortunately, constant surveillance would create discomfort or a variety of other concerning reactions.
A casual glance was taken over the various potions, the bespectacled man awaiting an answer from his bashful student. Silence encompassed the room as Malakai spared a few moments to inspect the concoctions on the table, grabbing a few to read over their labels. It was a hastily done assessment that barely required conscious thought as he waited for his apprentice. The pause was longer than expected, the potion being slowly placed backed on the table while his hazel eyes fixated. There was a slight lift to the medic’s brow as concern touched his expressions again. Should he have perhaps finished the lecture opposed to continuing to make Jamie ask questions? His apprentice did possess difficulty creating an initial inquiry to ask, thus he could have been more patient and perhaps spaced out question periods. Shortly, Malakai glanced back to the floor, analyzing the tiles while contemplated what he could have improved.
There was something peculiar about the thought process, vaguely noticeable by the usually bashful man. Something appeared to entirely ban self-consciousness and anxieties, making it difficult for proper reflection. Silently, Malakai stared towards the tiles, uncertain what exactly to think or say. The emotions spinning through his head clashed, the bespectacled man remained confused on what to say. When his apprentice finally spoke, the full-fledged medic perked up slightly, a held breath escaping his lips as he soothed. The inquiry was simple, but nonetheless something he could use to continue the conversation. A sheepish grin touched Malakai’s lips, reassurance gradually touching his expression.
“I do… I gather the ingredients and mix them together. Then, of course, a pinch of warlock magic, it’s needed to complete the potion, he explained. “It’s mostly about getting the correct ingredients that react properly to your specific magic. Some recipes may not be as effective in my hands than somebody else’s. Either way, magic is complex and sometimes even varies from person. Like how mine tends to be more flamboyant colours while others may have more dull colours. There are plenty of variables for it naturally. A lot of recipes have similarities, however, which results in the types of potions maintaining their type and strength. Usually, it takes a few hours and one must be careful when attempting potions… They can become unstable and even explode.”
The lengthy explanation was surprising, Malakai pausing for a moment with surprise touching his countenance. The description was stated, the bespectacled man attempting to provide plenty of information about potion making, his newfound pride making is unlikely for him to skip any details. After a few moments, his hazel’s eyes fixated on the floor, bewilderment consuming him because of his peculiar actions. Wonder was taken towards where exactly his anxiety had gone, the disappearance of the emotions making it difficult for Malakai to understand what transcended over him. This sudden social adeptness was uncharacteristic to the bashful man which left Malakai pausing to ponder why he performed these strange actions. Once again, silence consumed the room as his thoughts fixated on what was occurring.
This radical change of attitude towards social situation was beyond Malakai, the full-fledged medic somewhat concerned about what was occurring. There was a chance that classes were not a positive idea for either of them considering the strange spell that transcended over Malakai's thought process. Self-reflection became difficult, his anxieties and self-conscious emotions appeared to be eradicated entirely, but the bespectacled man had not arrived at the conclusion of empathic manipulation meddling with his emotions.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Confidence was ever growing for Malakai as he stood, spotlighted in the room as the teacher of the lesson. Familiarity and supernatural forces were taking effect, the usually bashful man finding his voice to be unwavering albeit the occasional, brief pause to reassure his voice and ponder the following words. These topics were the young warlock's forte on account of his infinity for healing-based magic and deep-rooted desire to make himself useful among the ranks of the TRS. Years of devoting himself to the concept of healing associated potions were proving to be a worthy sacrifice of time, the ravenette discovering an acute pride as he spoke. Never could Malakai imagine himself speaking smoothly, confidence enriching him to points of gratification over the rather menial accomplishment. While the bespectacled man remained mildly uncertain towards his capabilities in training Jamie, he found his concerns being quieted; almost as though somebody was empowering him with support at a constant. There was a relief in mental burdens, strange, but nonetheless welcomed.
The anxieties that plagued Malakai on the regular dissipated, the ravenette managed to appear more relaxed in body language. Everything appeared to shift, his shoulders once filled with unease from the burdens of a troubled past released the tenseness held in them. The stuttering had vanished, replaced by mere pauses as his mind found itself able to fixate on the matter on hand instead of fretting over the opinions of other individuals. Despite the rather uncharacteristic occurrences, the full-fledged medic remained unbeknownst to the magic occurring around him. There were no visual signs of the empathic healing occurring when Jamie entered the room, thus Malakai merely continued with the lesson. The mysterious spirits in the limbo of earth were another mystery to the magically inclined human, his lack of spiritual vision resulting in a blindness to the various existences in the room. There were peculiar hints to the other beings, evident by the "mood swings" Jamie displayed earlier, but alas the ravenette merely thought it could be symptoms of the contracted illness.
The secret lesson in addition to potion brewing was an unknown factor for to the mentor. He merely continued, being unaware of the other presence that lingered by Jamie. While the bashful man spoke, vaguely recalling the short period of time he spent beneath the watchful eyes of his own mentor. The woman in question had been patient and polite, a perfect match for the self-conscious and shy young man; they knew what they were doing when he enlisted which left the possibility of them still maintaining a similar caution. When it arrived at his own mentor, the woman was perfection in the art and provided sufficient information. They shared talents in witchcraft, allowing for their bond to tighten and the lessons to become partially formed around potion brewing for an advanced understanding. As the bespectacled man continued, he found himself proud of his social accomplishment at the moment, the rare excitement of capability in speech bringing a warming sensation to his heart. The lacking of painful stutters or absurd rambling was sparse with exceptions to events related to the battlefield.
Untamable bravery and dutiful determination would claim him when placed under the pressures of having to save his fellow TRS agents. The intense situation created for a rather uncharacteristic behaviour during those moments, Malakai oftentimes forgetting the grief of failure or his past in favour of attempting to limit the harmful inflictions on his fellow hunters, although, social confrontations were limited. The speech was mere demands, automatic in response to witnessing certain injuries over the years. The eye-widened expression provided in response to the question was unexpected, Malakai sparing a moment to wonder if his apprentice was surprised by the sudden capability of his mentor's lecturing. There was a brief pause as his apprentice pointed towards a mixture of varying colours. From what Malakai knew of his own potions, several colours oftentimes informed him it was a mixed brew; an uncommon guest among the bespectacled man's collection. Whenever mixtures were accomplished, they usually consisted of healing aids and pain suppressants, some even receiving a specific boost to heal certain afflictions.
Unfortunately, this could occasionally dim the effects of a certain component mixed into the brew, thus why Malakai refused to perform mixes with disinfectants. Removing infection from a wound was a requirement for a proper healing process and to avoid future sickness because of harmful bacteria or viruses. Once his apprentice sputtered out a response, the bespectacled man plucked the bottle from the group, carefully running his thumb over the label to better read the black ink. Carefully, the full-fledged medic adjusted his glasses, his hazel eyes carefully reading over his writing. While his suspicions were not entirely off, the mixture appeared to be a relaxant muddled with a pain reliever. It was an uncommon remedy on the battlefield, oftentimes an emergency brew he used to keep hunters or scouts from returning to the battlefield before they were properly healed. The thought shortly arrived, the bashful man's concerns over Jamie having to perform a task rising, but before he could nervously attempt to stumble through words, the anxieties were quieted, replaced with a peculiar confidence.
"It's a muscle relaxant and pain suppressor, usually these are used in the ward or for menial use under circumstances of strained muscles. Sometimes on the field in situations of hunters abusing their muscles and receiving some nasty sores. Although, stronger doses can work to sooth hunters or scouts trying to return to the field. That being said, tranquillizers are usually better to assure they receive proper treatment," Malakai began, before moving onto the colouring reason. "My mixtures tend to receive more flamboyant colours, this one likely being the prime of the bunch if it was with me. Each potion if displaying certain colours, which suggest it could be a good mixture. All depends on the ingredients and magic though for which colours get represented. Difficult to tell unless it is placed to the test. Anything else?"
Once Malakai finished speaking, his eyes flitted towards Jamie with curiosity to additional queries. Currently, the bashful man merely believed his apprentice's interest in the colours were an interest in his own magic. There were moments where people would inquire about the various colours of potions even after being informed it varied by the creator. Carefully, the bottle was returned to its location on the table, the warlock taking a moment to scrutinize the collection. There were a few more mixtures, one displaying red, orange and yellow while others displayed solid colours, commonly displaying an exaggerated colour. The salves kept their usual dull appearances, the creamy creations rarely displaying bright colours from Malakai's brews.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Silence encompassed the hallway once Malakai opened the door. Immediately, his eyes surveyed the area, noticing the only other individual in the room as one of the medical ward nurses. There appeared to be nothing awry, at least according to his mundane human senses. Everything appeared rather calm, his apprentice sitting idly on the bench while the nephilim nurse peaked out from where she worked to provide an amused smile. An eyebrow was raised, the bespectacled man continuing to inspect the hallway for what could have resulted in Jamie's sudden outburst. Considering the quiet, socially awkward nature his apprentice possessed prior, the full-fledged had difficulty understanding why he would suddenly shout, especially since the hallway appeared empty. Shortly, his eyes returned to his apprentice, bewilderment being evident in his expression as he contemplated what could have occurred. Had somebody rushed by too quick for him to catch a glimpse? Either way, the situation was rather peculiar and the field medic had a difficult time commenting on what happened.
There were still notes of concern on his face as he gazed towards his apprentice. It was difficult to believe this young boy could have been shouting; inside the room, he was incredibly quiet and reserved. Carefully, Malakai pushed his glasses back up onto the bridge of his, confusion, surprise and concern all mingled together on his face as he regarded Jamie. Unfortunately, the bespectacled man lacked the gifted sight his apprentice possessed, making him ignorant to the elder spirit that lingered. From what Malakai knew, it was merely his apprentice and himself in the hallway while the female nephilim worked quietly in the room she was assigned to. There were those same soothing blue walls with handrails lining them and white tiled floors; there was nothing amiss in the dull colouring of the medical ward. Despite the peculiar interruption, Malakai attempted to continue smoothly and invited his apprentice to return to the classroom. Carefully, the full-fledged medic observed his red-faced apprentice, still curious to what could have sparked such noise from the quiet boy.
The uncharacteristic smile increased Malakai's concern as he raised an eyebrow towards his apprentice because of the peculiar action. Never during the course of the lesson had Jamie smiled, thus witnessing the action now was beyond strange. The tired smile was shortly accompanied words not audible to his ears. Comprehend the softly spoken words was difficult, the bespectacled man failing to piece together a recognizable sentence from the provided words. Despite his years within the TRS, he never met another individual who appeared shyer than himself.
"Ex-excuse me?" Malakai inquired.
Hastily, the smile from Jamie's lips faded, the field medic's thoughts returning to confusion. Had he perhaps done something to wrong the young adolescent or even frighten him? It explained the peculiar behaviour but still failed to provide an answer to the outburst. Before Malakai gained the chance to inquire about the sudden shout, Jamie's mood appeared to shift again. The bespectacled man was launched further into confusing as he witnessed his apprentice begin hiding a new smile on his lips. While mood swings were natural for adolescent boys, this appeared supernatural considering the hasty changes in his apprentice's expression. These fast-changing array of emotions were atypical, resulting in the further plunge into confusion for Malakai. Instead of questioning it like he originally planned, the bespectacled man instead invited his apprentice back into the room he commandeered for learning purposes. There was a chance he merely missed some details during his delve into the provided reading material about Jamie. Silently, Malakai watched as his apprentice entered the room, his mind attempting to organize after the strange events from earlier.
When Jamie raised his head, the bespectacled man believed that perhaps the sudden changing of emotions was finally finished, or at least he hoped. Initially, everything seemed to be progressing smoothly again once he welcomed his apprentice back into the room, although, Malakai was promptly proven wrong. A quiet shriek escaped his apprentice's mouth, startling the bashful man from the abrupt nature of the noise. There was a tugging on his sleeve, his apprentice having lost balance and deciding to cling to his sleeve to avoid meeting the ground. The startling action kept a surprised expression on Malakai's face as he slowly glanced towards his apprentice who continued staring towards the floor. Nervousness began kicking in, the bespectacled man concerned about what could have possible startled his poor apprentice; had he perhaps done it? The earlier conclusion about scaring Jamie could have been correct, Malakai fixating on the notion and believing the possibility to be true. Considering in the situation, the full-fledged medic was placed into a position of authority, the notion was not impossible; Malakai could even recall instances where his own teachers frightened him, although, usually not to these degrees.
When his apprentice spoke, Malakai was capable of listening to the words Jamie uttered because of their close proximity. Eventually, his sleeve was released as a confused glance was provided before his apprentice retreated in the direction of his chair. A moment was spared for Malakai to scratch the back of his head as a mild guilt entered his stomach. He believed he was somehow intimidating his apprentice, which could have caused the strange behaviour, yet, still confused considering it failed to explain all the occurrences.
"No w-worries... I was just c-concerned that something may have... h-happened," Malakai responded quietly.
Afterwards, Malakai closed the door before walking back towards the table where the variety of colourful concoctions quietly waited for some attention. The full-fledged medic glanced over the variety of positions, reviewing his mentally generated notes before beginning.
"Since all members are only supposed to use healing magic in dire situations, we usually use potions... These are some of the ones I have made to show you," Malakai began, more confident in the conversation from his familiarity and knowledge. "I recommend not analyzing the colour to recognize them... since different makers have different recipes. Either way, it is a mix of ingredients then a touch of magic. These are... most of the remedies you will be using to help patients on and off the field. Is there a certain one you would like me to begin with?"
The lecture was simply stated, Malakai even placing some effort into trying to get Jamie involved. It appeared the best way to instigate a positive relationship and perhaps mend any past issues that may have resulted in any fear.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]A soft exhale escaped through Malakai's slightly parted lips as he paced, a pensive expression conquering his face. Thoughts swirled within his mind, organizing rambling explanations for concepts that required a more straightforward approach. The debate in his mind proceeded, an uncertainty towards his apprentice's capabilities to continue the lesson or announce for Jamie to return to the dorms for rest. Alas, the full-fledged medic reasoned that performing the introductory lessons could be summed up to later be approached with a reasonable vividness, especially in light of current circumstances. The severity of Jamie's illness was an unknown factor, even common sense allowing for people to be wary of subjecting somebody to a stressful encounter could worsen the situation. Considering the reaction his apprentice had earlier, Malakai found himself fretting over the adolescent's current state of health, the provided reports failing to hush those concerns.
Gradually, his gaze returned to the closed folder alongside the potions spread across the table, and there Malakai's eyes lingered for a few moments in deep thought. Ceasing the lesson's progression could suggest to the higher-ups that his nervousness conquered him, but could he allow Jamie to fall deeper into the frightening embrace of illness? Although, lessons merely involved quietly sitting while the instructor explained the necessary topics of the day and provided information for the student to absorb. Slow steps were taken closer to the table, Malakai's hand reaching out to splay his hands on the cool surface, his hazel eyes scrutinizing the assortment of potions. Another sigh escaped his lips as he mentally thought of the functionality, the realizing of continuing the lesson becoming a requirement. Delaying Jamie's studies on account of his own nervousness could become an unhealthy habit, thus the full-fledged medic knew that continuing these lessons were significant to his apprentice.
A glance was taken towards the door, the lack of commotion resulting in Malakai believing his apprentice took the opportunity to use the facilities before returning; certainly, he would have returned from merely procuring water after all. The warlock's focus returned to the dozens of bottles settled onto the table, their labels dull as they clung to their containers. Ink etched carefully onto the paper-like substance to provide proper labelling of each potion. Mentally, Malakai began going through each gathering of potions, providing their name and uses on the battlefield (even adding administration techniques). As time proceeded, full-flegded field medic smiled slightly as he gradually began organizing an impromptu lecture about potions. There was a confidence encouraging Malakai's thoughts, his capabilities in creating healing-based potions being expansive since his decision to join the TRS as a field medic. Healing potions were designed to mend wounds, excellent for particularly deep wounds, delicate areas of injury, difficult areas to surgically mend and sicknesses. Disinfectants, an obvious considering their name were potent salves, Malakai solemly mixing them with another potion type.
Confidence was boosted as Malakai gazed over the bottles, remembering his excellence in the field of potion creation. A few moments were taken to breath, the bashful man making certain he was prepared for the progression of the lessons. Calmness transcended over the ravenette, his decision being finalized as he stared over the table. Teaching Jamie was a task handed to him, which meant there was a necessity to claim responsibility and complete the introductionary lessons; after all, meagre coughing could merely mean the final edge of vanquishing a cold. There was composure inside the room, Malakai backing away from the table, a thin grin drawn onto his lips. A glance was taken towards his watch, the warlock lifting an eyebrow as realized the extensive amount of time his apprentice had been absence. Concern ambushed him as Malakai fretted over possibility pushing Jamie away with his actions. Concepts were thrown into his mind, the full-fledged medic wondering if perhaps his aprpentice decided to request for a different mentor because of his failings. Hastily, Malakai's eyes flitted towards the door as the anxious man realized that finding his apprentice was officially of the utmost necessity.
The bespectacled man's hand reached for the metallic doorknob as he mentally mapped out the medical ward and TRS headquarters in preperation for the unexpected search. Before he could open the door, there was yelling from beyond in the familiar voice of his apprentice. The sudden noise startled Malakai, the nervous man backpedalling away in a jolt of surprise. There was a pause as the ravenette stared at the door, slowly gathering his thoughts; at least Jamie had not abandoned the lesson. After a few moments, he grabbed the doorknob, opening it to revealing his apprentice.
"Is everything alright out here?" Malakai inquired quietly. "I heard you yell... did something happen while you were getting water?"
There was a tone of worry to Malakai's voice as he gradually opened the door wider, wondering why his apprentice decided to remain seated outside... Did Jamie think he was in trouble because of earlier? The bashful man hoped he had not provided the impression of trouble for Jamie on account of the boy's fumbling of words earlier; if anything, Malakai felt he would deserve the punishment considering he was expected to lecture his apprentice smoothly.
"Anyways... would you like to... uh... continue the lesson?" Malakai asked, a sheepish smile touching his face.
The ravenette retreated to the left side of the door, his right arm extending to invite Jamie back into the room. Malakai was genuinely attempting to appear welcoming in hopes of calming his apprentice and smoothly proceeding with the lesson, although, he remained unaware of the intruding spirit to their training session.
[attr="class","hearmenand2"]There was a fixation on the written notes while Malakai's mind got engulfed in the extensive folder of information about his apprentice. The provided information almost appeared endless as he slowly milled over the extensive documents detailing various facts about Jamie. It was enough to make the bashful wonder if his former mentor was subjected to the immense reading list, although, Malakai doubted that. Under the request of himself and his father, a majority of background incidents were omitted, being stated vaguely as the man having been subjected to some violence prior to joining, the concept merely becoming an unspoken factor between himself and his mentor; although, Malakai was never certain about whether or not they obeyed the special request or informed his instructor about the sensitive topic.
There were several topics within the folder, some information about his studies, an understandable addition considering most trainees received education through the TRS alongside numerous evaluations. These topics were noted, but pales in comparison to the ability based information; even his the explanation of his own spell book and potion capabilities were shorter! The field Medic stared wide-eyed at the extensive information, his pale hand reaching to adjust his thick glasses. There appeared to be substantial information about the abilities Jamie possessed, an apparent requirement given the erratic nature of gifted and their weaknesses. The variety was always extensive, even weaknesses to specific abilities had no formula to them. There was an incredible archive of information about his apprentice at his very fingertips, the field medic surprised by the intense efforts taken into gathering statistics about TRS agents.
There was provided information that completely went over Malakai's head, the warlock wondering if some of these were even necessary submissions to the novel-sized platter of data. This type of reading material was unexpectant, but labelled as crucial, resulting in a mild wonder towards the necessity of properly training Jamie in the medical field; what if these sessions did not yield to the expectations of the higher-ups? Nervous lip biting commenced shortly, the gravity of the situation weighing onto Malakai's shoulders as he stared down at the provided information.
An extensive breath was taken, Malakai shortly fixating on the knowledge provided. The information began with the regular grades and remarks from other instructors in the building, a final conclusion resulting in Malakai raising an eyebrow as it provided some information about the suitability of certain instructors. There was some relief in knowing the higher-ups at least accomplished their research; perhaps he became the best option for a reason. Background information was provided but appeared to be sufficient, granting Malakai a brief glimpse into his apprentice's past.
Silently, he noted his apprentice's capabilities in certain subjects, even managing to understand why he would pursue the medical field considering his grades in social sciences and biology. The abilities based information cause a majority of the ravenette's attention, his eyes fixating on the section and reading through it with a meticulous intent. The health screenings mentioning the crucial date about the nature of Jamie's abilities, which provided a reason for concern.
Similar to all abilities, there were repercussions, but the mentioned side-effects gathered in the extensive data brought many concerns. Based on what was provided, it emphasized that the amount of damage weighed heavily on the intensity of the damage received on the nervous system; it appeared the empathic healing possessed similar weaknesses to regular healing. Unfortunate, there was more than meagre energy draining which was a frequent setback for a majority of healers. The weakening of the immune system brought realization onto Malakai's face as he continued, reading through about a recent case in the middle of June; it explained the surgical mask alongside the coughing fit.
The final sentence, however, brought a slight eerieness to the situation as the bashful read the statement that specified that Jamie's healing capabilities could not be used until the end of August. It brought forth the notion of his apprentice still recovering from the June incident that was described, resulting in Malakai questioning how prepared the adolescent was to handle training sessions; it confirmed that self-defence lessons would not occur until later on.
Gradually, the field medic continued to read through the information, his brain attempting to absorb a majority within the first session of reading. The further he ventured into the knowledge about his apprentice, the more certain Malakai became about being required to read over the massive pages of information. The psychiatric evaluations were surprising, but the evidence behind them was displayed in his first moments of interaction with Jamie. The capability to sympathize with the evaluations came to no surprise, although, the field medic admittedly avoided being evaluated; mostly to avoid discussions related to his violent mother.
While his father preached the significance, the bashful medic could never bring himself to discuss his problems outside of the listening ear of his dad. The fears of breaking down in front of another individual resulted in Malakai avoiding it entirely, only providing brief glimpses when necessary. There was the mentioning of three mental illness, two being labelled severe while the final was defined as a possibility with no confirmation.
There was a frown that promptly breached Malakai's expression, the field medic pitying the unfortunate boy who became the victim to numerous mental illnesses; nobody deserved the cruel symptoms that occasionally arrived with them. The notes smoothly transitioned to the mentioning of the possible functionality of his empathy, the statements being subjective and based on evalutions. A mild curiosity perked towards the mentioning of Faekin DNA, which was a curious mention to Malakai; the concept of Fae traditions were unfamiliar to him, but nonetheless an interesting notion. Concerns began generating inside of the field medic, the sheer volume of the situations resulting in pangs of nervousness; nobody informed him about to prepare for a situation of this intensity.
He would definitely be investing time into research in hopes of handling the situation better. An anxious exhale escaped his lips, Malakai shakily closing the folder before sprawling his hands onto the cold surface of the table to stare down towards it, thoughts altering as he attempted to create a better lesson plan formatted to the newest information he obtained about his apprentice.
The torrent coughs that erupted from Jamie's mouth resulted in immense concern. While their session began shakily from his own social ineptitude, he still harboured care after their brief interaction. This young individual was one of the many people who were willing to devote a portion of his life to healing in the dangerous conditions of the field. The choice brought immense respect and appreciation for the youths willing to throw themselves into the fray at this impressionable age; he felt cowardly in comparison to them. During a majority of his adolescent years, he concerned himself with the perfection of his school grades to avoid the frightening criticism of his sharp-tongued mother. Those days featured intense inspections, the woman never being pleased with the effort he placed into projects and assignments; all that mattered was the percentage marked in red ink; perhaps joining the TRS could have won her pride?
The bespectacled man's hazel eyes remained locked on Jamie, worry clouding their colour. The dry, hacking cough that ravaged his apprentice appeared unpleasant, resulting in Malakai questioning the continuation of the lessons. While there was limited fright towards constracting sickness, the field medic remained concerned about the strain it could place on the youthful boy. Attending school or various other activities while under the effects of sickness could cloud thought processes or result in the illness gaining strength from the body exerting itself. There was a reason for the meticulous and perhaps overbearing methods employed by medical professionals; including a near-constant moderation of patients. A brief inspection was performed, Malakai's eyes hastily scanning the boy, narrowly noticing the acute shaking; at least from Malakai's perspective, the crossed arms managing to slightly conceal it. The momentary scrutiny resulted in the ravenette failing to notice his apprentice's flitting eyes.
There was a strange sense of sympathy from the bashful man as he witnessed the spectacle, nostalgia reminding him of those days where he would gather nervousness over the possible opinions of his teachers; back when he first entered school. In this isolated situation between himself and Jamie, it became obvious why an anxiety could disrupt his unfortunate apprentice. After a calming breath, Malakai attempted to maintain a sheepish smile across his own face in the desperate hope of comforting the adolescent. There was shyness still displayed in the bespectacled man's body language, his hands meeting, his right thumb rubbing against the top of his left hand in a calming, circular motion; an attempt to remain soothed while trying to maintain a supportive countenance during his apprentice's struggle. The words that escaped Jamie's words possessed a child-like tone to them, the stuttering immediately evident.
There appeared to be an endless amount of stutters while his apprentice spoke, Malakai managing to comprehend the stated words; years of listening to numerous nervous ramblings featuring word stumbles made him fluent in stutter. The sympathizing increased, the bespectacled man's posture straightening, hands releasing so his arms remained stations by his sides in surprise. Was this perhaps the higher-ups reasoning behind placing Jamie as his apprentice? They appeared to both suffer from the ravaging claws of anxiety, although, Malakai remained uncertain. The slight tones of sympathy between himself and Jamie could not have possibly been predicted by the watchful eyes of the TRS supervisors. The inaudible mumbles began, the faint cusp of noise reaching Malakai's ears inside the silent room, but nothing decipherable. Concern broke through the sheepish smile feature on the full-fledged medic's expression. Currently, the apparent anxiety spiralling around his apprentice appeared far more severe than his own nervousness in social situations.
The concern hastily reached the bespectacled man's stomach, causing a slight ache to settle as he pitied the young adolescent for his social plight. There was an outburst of noise that erupted from his apprentice, immediately startling Malakai from the unexpected sound; over the entirety of their lesson, Jamie's voice never reached high volume. The provided option of proceeding into a break so his apprentice could fetch a cup of water was taken, according to the thanks. There was a pause as the bespectacled man continued gazing at Jame with a concerned softness to his eyes, the gaze flitting upon realization of his staring.
"Um... You... you don't need to apologize," he began slowly. "I-it happens."
The brief response was followed by another sheepish grin in a desperate attempt to calm his unfortunate apprentice. The smile possessed tones of awkwardness, Malakai always struggling with reassuring smiles from his acute pessimism. A peculiar lip-tight half-smile claimed his countenance, tones of his inner shyness surfacing across his pale face. The permission to exit the room was greeted with a small nod, the full-fledged field medic witnessing as Jamie abandoned his chair to leave. There was the gentle clicking of the latch bolt settling into place. An extensive breath escaped Malakai's mouth, uncertainty breaching through his expression once left alone. Training his apprentice would be difficult, especially considering the social ineptitude displayed on each side, although, the bashful man was fully aware of his personal struggles that would surface within the unknown world of teaching. While he stood within the room, the full-fledged field medic spared a brief moment in the silence before gingerly opening the folder.
Pages of words etched across the paper in black ink captured his attention while he reviewed the notes about his apprentice, thoughts organizing a possible route of training. There was a complete fixation on the summary of Jamie, the field-medic becoming distracted enough that he failed to notice the observing of his quiet apprentice.
There was a surprisingly smooth progression to the lessons, Malakai even feeling a faint sense of pride. Currently, his pessimistic view of training appeared incorrect as he found a faint capability in speaking. These moments rarely existed for the bashful man considering the horrible plights of history; events that still required a steady recovering despite the passing years. The number of stutters had steadily lowered, the bespectacled man carefully annunciating each word to avoid the ugly torment of anxieties, although, it remained a subtle defence. The ravenette's social inept remained on intense display, only discovering mild comfort in the apparent mutual social anxiety between himself and Jamie. Unfortunately, a slight concern continued orbiting through the bespectacled man's mind; self-conscious thinking was still existent despite nevertheless and the mutual shyness made it difficult for the field medic to read the young boy; what if he possibly thought negatively of him as a mentor?!
A pause proceeded the inquiry towards healing abilities, Malakai flinching slightly in response to the sudden silence. The immense amount of stuttering in the inquiry could have perhaps resulted in a miscommunication, which already concerned the man attempting to be a positive mentor. Minor fears were generated from the silence, the bespectacled man glancing away bashfully with the firm belief of his intense stuttering worsening the situation. Those menacing thoughts crept into Malakai's mind, heralding the return of those self-depreciating thoughts towards his capabilities as a mentoring figure. Their slow progression through the lesson accompanied by this presumed miscommunication was evidence against his capabilities in the field of mentoring; he was obviously failing spectacularly at it! Several flits between his student and the concrete tiles occurred, the bashful man already uncertain on how exactly to correct his pathetic excuse for vocalization.
The relief felt out of reach until Malakai noticed the distraught head nodding enacting as a response to confirm the inquiry. A nervous grin touched the field medic's as his hands moved together, fingers already reaching to fidget with the sleeves of his uniform jacket. He rubbed his fingers against the soft fabric, discovering notes of comfort within the action while he worked the courage to continue. Extensive breathing was initiated in those moments, Malakai gaining a determination to provide a response without the infuriating stuttering of his voice.
"Then I will t-t-teach you... um... a-about that specifically," the bespectacled man murmured; he was uncertain about the purpose of his own sentence.
After a few moments, the lecture proceeded with serenity arriving over his hazel eyes noticing the impressions hinting towards his student listening. Slowing down his words to allow for proper speaking proved to be a positive solution to the problem, although, there were always mild concerns passing through his thoughts. Attention appeared to increase throughout the lecture, a positive characteristic that brought slightest hints of confidence and determination; even allowing for Malakai to release his fidgetting grip on the cuffs of his jacket. Unceremoniously, the field medic's arms fell from their crossed position and returned to his sides; a surprising display of openness created by the subtle comfort in his mediocre speaking. Despite the comfort, the bespectacled man still discovered difficulty in maintaining eye contact with his now attentive pupil. The slightest hues of red would touch the field medic's soft face whenever he managed to notice the sudden eye contact between him and Jamie.
Eye contact always brought an abrupt pang of anxiety, almost as though somebody staring within to the depths of his hazel eyes could reveal all secrets and private thoughts about him. It brought a brief discomfort to his stomach, a burst of fear transcending over him before hastily retrieving once eye contact was broken. The field medic's extreme anxieties making eye contact a nerve-wracking experience for him. The bespectacled man managed to continue his lecture, a subtle lulling suddenly entering his mind. The supernatural occurrences around him were notions that Malakai remained unaware of; he could only sense the gradual calming. Thoughts soothed, his fixation leaving the negatives as tension gradually faded from his mind; a pleasant pause to life. There was no awareness of where exactly this bliss arrived from, but it was remarkably calming to the medic who witnessed numerous tragedies; a secret gift from a kindly student.
While the empathic healing disposed of the tensity, Malakai continued to avoid eye contact, the habits from the former anxiety. The confidence increased to a mild tone, the bespectacled man benefitting from the spontaneous mental healing session that silently proceeded in secret. Attention returned to his student, the field medic lifting a brow at the staring; under normal circumstances, this would herald an intense nervousness, but fortune remained in Malakai's favour. The soothing progression of the healing maintained a calmness, allowing him to inquire about the possible existence of a healing ability. There was a requirement to brief his student on the protocol when it arrived in healing capabilities. The field medic watched as Jamie's gaze shifted, returning to the floor which appeared to be a preferred location for his student to fixate his gaze. Softly, the confirmation was murmured, Malakai narrowly managing to detect the raspy response.
The sudden coughing fit only remained a momentary surprise since the presence of cold suddenly explained the presence of the surgical mask. There was a pause in the lesson, Malakai allowing for the pupil to complete the series of coughs. Once quiet returned to the classroom, the soothed field medic thoughts orbited around a mild concern for his apprentice.
"Do you need some water?" He inquired gently, managing to keep his voice clear of stutters.
Interrupting the lecturing session was considered necessary given the possibility of the coughing becoming a constant during the training. There was also an opportunity to gain a little more time to organize his thoughts and prepare for the transition into potions alongside the protocol when it arrived in healing capabilities; he could perhaps even double check his notes relating to Jamie's abilities. Thankfully, the spontaneous relaxation was doing wonders to Malakai's anxieties, warding them away to allow focus on teaching his apprentice.
Breath escaping through his mouth was all Malakai could hear as the room drifted into an uncomfortable silence. Eye contact was entirely avoided, anxieties making the "necessity" to social protocol impossible to achieve. The situation appeared ill-favourable for both individuals, each hindered by social ineptness. Conversation was one-sided, the full-fledged medic receiving the responsibility of speaking because of his title of mentor. Unfortunately, Malakai found himself uncertain in successfully fulfilling the transitioning of the conversation, despite the connection to where his talents were located. While his apprentice displayed the possibility of being a quieter, well-behaved adolescent, the ravenette remained nervous. Two socially awkward people being forced to interact sounded like a recipe for disaster, although, the field medic was unclear about the young boy's behaviour. There was already temptation to request somebody else to take over the training lesson, but Malakai narrowly kept himself planted in place.
The bashful man's gaze fixated on the potions, wandering over the varying colours as though they could magically provide him confidence; unfortunately, confidence potions were nearly impossible to find a recipe for. His father refused to assist him, even going lengths to scold him for attempting to magically alter himself. The spirit had always been an advocate of learning to love yourself and improve without the temporary method of magic. Thus, Malakai was trapped in his anxieties, teaching a student he believed he gained no privilege to train. The bespectacled man took a few extensive breaths, avoiding the young boy's gaze as he attempted to keep his nervous thoughts under control. There were the sounds of movement while Malakai listened to his apprentice take the seat at the circular table. The breaths continuing, the field medic soothing himself and allowing for him to straighten his posture.
There was hesitation, the bespectacled man's gaze struggling to lift away from the potions. Lecturing apprentices were definitely not Malakai's strength, but remaining completely silent was assisting nobody. A determination was increased, Malakai glancing towards his apprentice to witness the boy's hands drifting upwards. The straps of the surgical mask were pulled, stretching them around, slowly revealing his apprentice's face. The gesture was surprising, the field medic's eyes lingering for a moment before flitting away. There were occasional glances back, the bashful man managing to notice the smile. A small, sheepish grin touched the bespectacled man's lips, immediately disappearing when Jamie glanced away. The field medic's hazel eyes softened as he realized the undertones of anxiety's presence. While Malakai kept skepticism, he could sympathize with the shyness displayed currently; even if it was merely stranger wariness grasping the youth's mind. Quietly, the field medic cleared his throat in preparation to speak.
"Um... So... uh..." There was a pause as Malakai flinched; he wished he could improve his speaking skills miraculously. "So, being a m-medic can be tough s-s-sometimes... since... um... well, certain p-patients will test you... I b-believe you are tr-training to be f-field medic right?"
There was a pause, partially to allow his apprentice to provide an answer and to recompose himself. The pathetic stuttering had resulted in red painting across Malakai's face while his gaze flitted downwards. It would be a miracle if his apprentice could understand him through the numerous stutters that entered his anxiety-filled voice. The momentary break from speaking allowed Malakai to reorganize himself as he calmed his nerves. The higher-ups would not entrust him with a delicate task like training unless they were that he could accomplish it with excellence, correct? The self-doubt lingered, but the question allowed for Malakai to cling to some sense of hope that he could succeed in training Jamie. Currently, the adolescent seemed benevolent, although, the opportunities to speak had been limited. Either way, it remained the bespectacled man's duty to prepare the adolescent for the struggles ahead; for the hardships of being a TRS medic.
"Anyways... as you have noticed, the w-ward is a quiet place," Malakai began, taking his time on the words to desperately avoid stuttering. "There are e-emergencies, but usually the ward is for re-recovery care. Patients from the f-field get moved here. They are treated, then once they have recovered, they head back to work."
The explanation about the medical ward was simple, easily mentioning the soothing atmosphere of the location currently. A patient's health and long-term care were the primary concerns with some surgical emergencies being filtered through the ward whenever the field was ill-suited to treat the wound; although, this problem was shared with the hospital since it depended on which facility was closer. Occasionally, Malakai had volunteered to assist inside the vast medical ward whenever there was a shortage, his experiences gradually assisting to ease his anxiety with participating in conversations with patients. Unfortunately, he remained inept despite those moments.
"The field..." Hesitation touched Malakai's voice when he began, a slight grimness meeting his tone. "It's never a pretty place... It's almost l-like a storm waiting to happen. There is a lot more action there, although, depending on the m-mission, you may get a lot of work and some minor in-injuries. There are enemies and a lot of violence... but you have to remember to focus on your work. Noise will be around you, definitely not... pl-pleasant ones either... It is about limiting the damage by mending it, even if it has to be temporary. That includes st-stopping or limiting the bl-bleeding for transportation."
Explaining the frightening world of being on the field was always difficult for Malakai considering he attempted to ignore it and fixate on the patient. However, he became acquainted with the brutal damage that terrors and Assembly members could inflict on the unfortunate. There was always noise, perpetual until the brawl was completed, from screams of agony to the sickening noising of people getting injured. The place was haunted, bringing fear to the mere spectators who attempted to escape the grasp of the Assembly or the scouts who reported about the mission's progression. The scents were stomach churning whenever the situation became increasing bad, some newer medics requiring a moment from to step away. Then the lingering threats of terrors or Assembly members attacking individuals of the medical team always existed, creating a paranoia among the medics who may be required to defend themselves.
"Oh... From the n-notes, you have a h-healing ability, correct?" The bespectacled man suddenly asked, distracting himself.
Thoughts about the field were always a mixture of dark and light, an eerie grey of uncertainty. There were pleasant memories of success, but they were always accompanied by those frightening days that could haunt anybody. Whenever Malakai pondered the concept, he could understand why people avoided becoming a field medic. The demons of handling those situations consumed people, a majority rarely leaving unscathed.
There was a special vibe that entered the air as Malakai's time with Jordan increased. A continuous palpitation was occurring within the bashful man's chest, almost as though his heart was dancing in joy; it felt as though his heart could barely contain its happiness. While his fluttering heartbeat continued dancing, the remainder of his body maintained a thrilling sense of anxiety that was beyond different from plain social awkwardness. It was a peculiar exhilaration that kept the bespectacled man from attempting to escape the situation. There was a faint tint of red on Malakai's cheeks, his gaze averted from nervousness. This interaction was completely different from the regular meeting of strangers, making it pleasantly surreal despite his anxieties and self-consciousness being higher than usual. Something was different about Jordan from the various other individuals who decided to converse with him, yet, the dissimilarity remained undescribable; too special to be placed into words since the perfect words were nonexistent.
When Jordan spoke again, Malakai's attention returned to the man, noticing the smile that tugged the corners of his cheeks. Merely observing the blond's happiness brought a mass of heart flutters, the field medic finding it sublime to witness the action. There was a tiny, sheepish smile that managed to crawl into Malakai's face as he bashfully glanced down at the green grass. The overpowering genuineness behind the words allowed the ravenette to feel better for the moment, although, confidence still remained low from his ineptness in conversation and lingering nervousness. While he remained in this clearing where the trees gently rustled from breeze and sunlight filtered beautifully through the cracks in the leafy canopy, he found relief from reality. The sounds of nature was an ambiance playing behind the conversation and pleasant interactions, promoting relaxation that contrasted with the emotions that rose from speaking with Jordan.
Gradually, Malakai believed he possessed some definition of calmness within the situation, only to be surprised. While feeling the pleasantly cool and soft grass, the warmth of Jordan's fingers brushing against his hand. The soft grazing of the blond's fingers resulted in blood rushing to the ravenette's cheeks while his heart began palpitating again. There was an intense heat in his face while red painted across his pale complexion. Immediately, the bespectacled man glanced away but kept gently feeling through the grass. The thrilling sensation of Jordan's fingers brushing against his hand was incredible, although, Malakai lacked the courage to verbally admit the feeling. Each sweep was secretly desired, the bespectacled man struggling to place reason behind the wish. While the ravenette was usually too timid to suggest plans with another individual, his desires to spend more time with Jordan pushed the hidden courage.
The words the blond used to respond increased the vivid blush across Malakai's face, his eyes momentarily flitting towards Jordan. The tint that touched his companion's cheeks made the bespectacled man's heart melt; Jordan was absolutely adorable. When the blond's fingers brushed up against his and lingered, the field medic bashfully averted his gaze in surprised from the action. The question arrived about the time, and Malakai found himself taken aback that he managed to get this far with the inquiry.
"I... I... um..." He began awkwardly, hesitating to compose himself. "Any-anytime works for me... I... uh... will just h-have to check when I-I work..."
The response was filled with anxiousness, the medic being surprised he could even stutter his way through the words. There were intense emotions surrounding Malakai, dragging him into the depths of unfamiliarity. The thrill behind his company accompanied by the nervousness was peculiar and beyond anything felt before. There was vague nostalgia in the emotions, but the dark-haired man found himself unable to place a memory to it. The question was pushed away, the bespectacled man deciding to save the thoughts for later and instead fully experience the everlasting wonder in Jordan's company.
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