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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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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History weighed heavily on people considering that the occurrences forged an individual's personality. It possessed a power above any form of simultaneously creating memories and manipulated the individual into their specific behaviors that evolved later in life. Currently, history's hefty weight upon Malakai's shoulders were obvious in the deep shade of red that painted across his cheeks, connecting to one another across the bridge of his nose. Bright and pronounced against the tall man's pale complexion even as his dark haired friend ceased the complimenting insistence towards his elevated intelligence. There was only mild relief in the halting of praise he felt undeserving of due to the constant berating from his mother during his teenage years, although, the compliments had boosted his self-confidence a degree. The blunt manner Vala stated the words did not effected the field medic since years had been spent noting his friend's lack of compassion.
Instances that involved praise being given to Malakai constantly ended with the bashful man shoving the compliments away with persistence. A stigma left from a perfection craving mother and months imprisoned in an abusive household. Subjecting to the torture of physical pain and mental state deteriorated with brutal criticism and absence of acceptance over his sexuality. It resulted in the creation of the mousy man's overall personality and mental state. The red tint spread across Malakai's face gradually faded, ultimately disappearing when Vala responded with the slightest hint of humor which was barely detected by the field medic. The corners of his lips were pulled up into a sheepish lip-tight smile and his brown eyes softening. Shortly, the tall man physical relaxed as his flustered ceased and thoughts of his mother faded for the time being.
His hands lifted the warm styrofoam cup towards his lips to take a tiny sip of the darkly coloured liquid and discovered it to be colder. Despite the slight coldness in Malakai's drink, the grin remained in his countenance and he remained hushed about any complaints related to the cooled liquid.
A soft chuckle escaped the tall man's lips prior to his response. "We get trick-or-treaters, maybe I will convince him to dress up as a detective. Then you can have your wildest fantasy."
The bashful man's voice was gently and void of awkwardness as he spoke; a rarity often only witnessed around small groups of friends or on the field. A cheerful expression remained on Malakai's face, leaving hastily when his friend mentioned burning down a building. Instantly, his brown eyes widened in both concern and surprise over the concept of Vala setting an attire building alight with her atrocious cooking skills. Perhaps avoiding the remedying of the dilemma was the better path since it would probably only be repairable by the assistance of experts, which was a level Malakai had not obtained. He remained silent, emotions of concern easing at the reminder of Vala's tank-like build. When she halted at the large oak tree, the tall man followed suit and stopped in his tracks. His eyed glanced over the tree, from the darkly coloured bark to the branched left bare from winter's cold bite. Lifeless and quiet, only the mild wind providing the sturdy tree some soft motion.
After Malakai completed analyzing the tree, his gaze returned to Vala as he witnessed the spectacle that was the gifted female's abilities. Her hand was drawn back, swinging towards the tree with incredible force that caused the air to echo with thunderous crack proceeded by a wail. The once mighty tree shuddered under the sudden injury that would transform into the its downfall. The noise accompanied by the tree's reaction caused Malakai to tremble slightly as a product of his dislike for piercing sounds. Naturally, the bashful man was aware that Vala would never mistreat him, but nonetheless he remained shaky a few moments longer and only gave slight attentiveness towards the female's undamaged skin. A few deep breaths were taken, a reminder that he was safe. Loud noises always sparked the smallest degree of anxiety in the bashful man since at times it brought forth of days spent under his mother's roof. The constant criticism screamed at him, his own screams and begging for mercy at the hands of his ruthless mother. A shudder came over the bashful man as he gave a nod to Vala's comment over her powers and shoved away any negative memories.
"Let's go then," he responded quietly.
With that, Malakai walking towards home and navigated the streets with ease due to familiarity. The cold was hardly noticed during the stroll considering the numerous days spent healing patients on open fields with a faulty temperature regulating charm. The gradual ending of the charms effects was easily noticed while he worked in the sometimes harsh winter conditions, but there was never a complaint uttered. Thus, the current weather did not perturb the tall man as he leisurely walked alongside his friend and debated the next topic of discussion.
Although his intellect was praised by those around him consistently, Malakai still found himself lacking the confidence to believe the words they state. Accepting the compliments seemed like an impossibility since in the young man's mind there was always somebody smarter; somebody who reached closer to perfection than him. If he could not achieve that perfect standpoint, he felt as though he could not accept the gracious comments. Another effect of his cruel mother who constantly insisted that perfection was the most significant concept in daily life; it was the reason the field medic held difficulty tolerating errors and felt the making up for them was a requirement. When Vala gave him another compliment, Malakai's cheeks burned a hint of red touched them in slight fluster over the positive comment about his intellect.
"O-o-oh, please. I... uh... I'm not that g-g-good," he began in a flustered manner. "I-i-i just work... h-hard. That's all... There are tons of people smarter than me, so I... um... don't deserve a compliment like that."
Despite the embarrassment, a tiny smile was present on Malakai's face as his self-confidence was boosted by the compliment from his friend. Compliments always possessed a positive effect on the bashful man considering his lacking in confidence constantly burdened him with self-esteem issues. It made people like Vala who insisted on his positive traits an excellent friend and a great assistance to make him better. Although, his confidence never seemed to truly restore in its entirely and would be unlikely to for years; another sign of the scars his mother left. When anything related to his mother was brought up, it almost seemed to be a shift in attitude. All positive emotions were shut away as terror would overtake him, those sorrowful thoughts consuming the happiness.
There was little to be spoken when it came to the topic of the shy man's mother for the sole reason of his dislike in speaking about it. Mother related conversation only awakened the terrible memories that would conquer his composure at times and in the worse occasions would cause him become an emotional wreck. Although, Malakai felt more relaxed when mentioning his mother around Vala since he was certain his friend would not attempt to pry. As he stared at the coffee cup still clutched in his hands, the field medic forced his breathing to calm, which gradually allowed him to fully sooth his emotions over the mentioning. He continued quietly following his close friend, attention returning to her once she attempted to turn the conversation towards a lighter concept. A gently smile came upon Malakai's lips when the ravenette stated that the plan he came up with was a nice idea; which also meant he could give a more formal apology to the several late incidents. A small laugh escaped his mouth at the mentioning of how Vala believed his father looked.
"That would be interesting. I hate to break to you, but he is incredibly average," Malakai responded.
When it came to the bashful man's father, he always maintained a business-like look as a result of his numerous jobs that kept the man busy. As a spirit who no longer aged or required natural human functions, it was sensible that his father attempted to keep a packed schedule. Naturally, his father left time for his son and even went lengths to plan around the bashful man's field medic work to insure that there was a supper plan. Although, that often consisted of takeout on days Malakai would be arriving home late due to his father's lacking in cooking skill. Upon the mentioning of Vala's cooking abilities, the man's brown eyes widened in surprise at the concept. Instantly there was a bout of concern over his friend, but the field medic fought off the urge to suddenly start firing off numerous inquiries about her health.
"Seriously? Maybe I should try and teach you sometime. My dad is a spirit so I have to cook for myself since anything he makes nowadays is bound to taste awful," the bashful responded. "Also, you weren't hurt from the incident, were you?"
A few memories of those days spent with his father and the food he would create when he was younger flashed through his mind. No matter how hard his father tried, he seemed incapable to cooking a dish that would taste good. Thus, it had shortly transformed into learning to cook becoming an asset of survival in his father's house. When they began to approach the iron gates of the park, Malakai's eyes lingered towards the exit while he followed Vala. There was still a grin plastered to the bashful man's face as he followed in excitement to have his friend over and have the chance to redeem those late moments. As he followed, Malakai's thoughts lingered on concepts for what he could cook for the female ravenette.
Intimidated was how Malakai felt about this stranger who seemed keen on criticizing him constantly. The anxiety that the field medic felt when speaking with people was increasing tremendously while he conversed with this impertinent man. He found himself incapable of properly speaking, especially with the manner the ward medic treated him. The bashful man's lacking of self-confidence only made the conversation worst since he was also easily discouraged. When the next piece of criticism came, Malakai's shoulders drooped a little more at the sarcastic comment. The white haired man had never seen him working, but it still stung the shy boy nonetheless. There was no answer that the field medic could think of, he was lost for words. Few people would outright criticize him; in fact he was fairly certain most pitied him for his pathetic social skills.
People had informed Malakai that he was almost a different person on the field, but it was almost as though all those memories faded when his confidence got dashed by the stranger. In response to the criticism, the bashful man began wringing his hands while chewing his lower lip. Eye contact was completely adverted, the field medic opting to look towards the tiles as though they could assist him in finding courage. That was where the bashful man's gaze remained as the stranger introduced himself as Bellamy.
The sheepish male wanted to leave the scenario, but that would be rude. He began praying that the ward medic would decide to leave him alone and head off to accomplish more important things. Either way, the field medic desired to escape this awkward situation he had been plunged into before he got upset or lacked confidence completely.
It was obvious from Malakai's behavior alone that he was not completely certain how to escape the situation. The woman seemed benevolent and friendly, but as it currently stood he merely wanted to return home and work. Yet, she was being incredibly kind and it would be rather rude to use the work excuse again when Valentine had attempted to save him from future awkwardness with the woman in the shop. Quietly, the field medic stood with eyes adverted from the woman; he was far too bashful to make eye contact. That was when the stranger offered him a meal and before Malakai had the chance to refuse and insist that it was unnecessary, she was already moving towards the door. For a few moments, the shy man hesitated while he tried to rake his brain for a method to allow him to leave, but it would be rude to refuse the invitation.
What if the stranger was merely trying to make up for her own actions that she believed were rude? Not allowing her a chance at redemption or to make herself feel better. A small sigh escaped Malakai's lips since work would have to wait. In silence, the tall man followed the beautiful woman towards the exit while his self-consciousness made him wonder what other people were thinking about the display. Accidentally creating false facts were not something the field medic wanted to do, not to mention it would be incredibly awkward if people thought they were dating due to Malakai's lack of attraction towards women. When the woman mentioned parking close, the bashful man responded with a sheepish nod. As the woman opened the door, speaking a word that Malakai did not understand, the male raised an eyebrow.
Despite the confusion, Malakai took a seat in the car while nervously playing with the cuffs of his sleeves after setting the bag in front of him. It was not long until the bashful man was chewing on his lower lip as well. The thoughts of how terrible he could be in social situations were consuming him; what if he accidentally made Valentine upset because of his social lacking? Sitting over a meal suggested that making idle conversation was required, which was not something that the field medic was particularly good at. With that, he remained nervous and continued doing his various little habits in hopes they would sooth the anxious emotions.
There was a determination in trying to elevate Vala's spirits, almost as though Malakai could make up for his own lacking in self-confidence by accomplishing the task. Somebody in the friendship needed to possess confidence and social adeptness due to his failure in both sections. He longed for being able to speak smoothly, but alas that was beyond his reach; if only somebody could give him some excellent pointers. As the cold winter air chilled the bashful man's face, he realized he has been neglecting the styrofoam cup filled of warm, dark liquid. It still embraced Malakai's bare fingers, although, weaker in comparison to when he first received the cup. A small sip was taken, the coffee making his mouth and throat warm. It was proceeded by a small smile when Vala stated that he was right and when the ravenette stated its minor effects, the field medic shrugged.
"Some people depend on coffee to work, so I think you can call it a little more than minor," he supported.
A pause was taken when the as the male thought of a way to respond to the schooling comment. The field medic's own training had been done swiftly considering the constant demand for TRS agents. A good portion of it consisted of one on one training between him and his mentor at the time. One section was given to the ward for hands on work, which was also accomplished under the watchful eyes of his mentor. There were no years upon years of training to perfectly fine tune those skills due to demand, but nonetheless the skills acquired still possessed quality and were enhanced from occupational time.
"As for school... well, you have to learn everything you need to. At least it isn't like TRS training where they try and cram everything into your mind as quick as possible." Malakai sighed gently at the thought, his self conscious thoughts entering his mind. "I'm amazed I did so well. I honestly think it was luck."
Naturally, luck has not resulted in the field medic's success, but rather his intellect and determination to do something meaningful. It had broken through his father's protests against the concept, his worry understood, but calmed. His father had been the one to insist that there was more to merely sitting around being upset after the events that occurred in New Brunswick. Malakai's brown eyes noticed the beginnings of the falling flakes as they gently swayed down to the cold earth. Shortly after noticing, the field medic's gaze drifted upwards while he pushed back the black rimmed glasses onto his face. Currently, the snowfall seemed light, but suggested a high probability of turning heavy. A small nod was given in response to Vala's words as she stated it to be expected and mentioned the weather forecast. Admittedly, the bashful man had forgotten to check the weather forecast in his sudden haste caused by the abrupt tardiness.
His attention was regained by Vala when he heard his friend's stomach rumble; she was likely hungry. A small grin drew up onto the the tall man's face since this possessed the perfect opportunity to repay for his earlier tardiness. Perhaps they could head over to his home, eat and then Malakai could offer her a ride home instead of forcing her to walk in the cold snow. When his friend began moving again the bashful man naturally followed behind her; he had grown accustomed to doing so.
"Vala, my house isn't too far from here. We could head there and have something to eat, then I can drive you home," Malakai suggested.
When his father was brought up, Malakai's attention seemed to perk up a bit. As of afterlife, his father was doing excellent despite the man's hatred of being a spirit. Although, he always justifiably worried about his son and would constantly insist that the bashful man could speak to him anytime. His father worked plenty since spirits did not require sleep, food or any other human basics which had caused his father to require something to occupy his time. It made his father content and naturally seeing his son slowly progress in recovering from the abuse always placed a grin on his face.
"He is doing well. Last time I checked he just got some from his day job and will probably be heading to the night one in an hour or so," Malakai answered simply.
Once it was mentioned that Vala never met his father, the bashful man pondered for a moment before realizing it was indeed true. Most of their friendship had been in high school and prior to even being born Malakai's parents had divorced and his father moved far away to Lorsette, Newfoundland. Before the bashful man could answer the statement, Vala poked her fun which caused the tall man's face to get panic stricken.
"Of course not! I would never be embarrassed of you, Vala, you're my friend!" Malakai exclaimed in protest to the teasing. "You never met him because he moved here shortly after divorcing my... m-mom..." For a moment, the bashful man hesitated, almost letting the word linger in the air a few moments before continuing. "He lived in Newfoundland since then because most of his family and friends were here. He wasn't able to come to town much because my m-mother disapproved of the fact he was a spirit... I would not doubt that if she could... she would have given him no visitation rights..."
Silence followed the shy man's words as he merely stared at the cup in sorrowful thought. It was difficult to avoid when his mother was forced to be brought up. The homophobic woman had long transformed into the monster that haunted his nightmares and caused him to fear the concept of being in a relationship despite how much he craved it.
As it currently stood, Malkaai was praying for a miracle that could cease the bashful manner of which he spoke. A miracle that could make the stigma created from the harshness his mother inflicted on him completely disappear, but memories were a fickle thing; both friends and enemies. The effects of him treatment were being displayed by the shyness he exhibited as he spoke to Ynes and self-conscious feelings that roamed through his thoughts like starving wolves eating away at the shred of self-confidence he had. This conversation was not flowing smoothly, which meant that there in imperfection within the words he said considering he was the one who was doing a majority of the stuttering. That, in the field medic's mind, automatically meant that he was failing his duties in the act of conversing and socializing with the young woman.
It resulted in the bashful man wishing to melt into the sand and never surface, however, it would be rude to leave. Ynes had stated that she was not sick, but a lack of confirmation still lingered in Malakai's mind. He needed to wait and become certain, besides, she seemed to be enjoying the conversation despite his social failings. When the young woman with the uniquely coloured hair mentioned her appreciation over his consideration, a shy smile crawled its way onto Malakai's lips. Hearing somebody vocalize appreciation over something the bashful man considered occupational always caused him to feel better about himself. That was when the field medic's mind began analyzing what the stranger mentioned, which was fighting. For a moment, the young man pondered and thought that perhaps it meant she was apart of the TRS. Common ground was always an excellent method to form bonds which could later allow him to speak smoother.
"I-its not a problem..." He began quietly. "Y-you... uh mentioned fighting? Are you a-apart of the TRS b-by chance?"
An attempt was made to keep the sentences short as a method to avoid stuttering too frequently and to possibly open up the possibility of conversation in a category he knew better. He dared not to mention himself, the field medic always found himself growing shy when mentioning his occupation. Most believed he lacked the personality befitting of a medic who worked in the field considering his extreme shyness. It likely resulted in people viewing him as spineless due to how he reacted in social confrontations; he always feared confrontation. Not to mention, Malakai bore an emotional side which displayed itself over the joke that Ynes attempted to make. The young man had always been sensitive to even joking critique because he was a perfectionist. After his rambling, Malakai's eyes remained glued to his shoes with certainty that he ruined the entire conversation by randomly ranting away. He hugged himself tight and paid little attention to what was around him as he waited for the anticipated words of criticism.
Instead, the man found himself surprised when Ynes took a step forward and grabbed his shoulders. Initially, Malakai flinched partially due to the cruel past he had faced and because of the bashfulness he felt. When she spoke in a pleasant, quiet voice, the young man acquired the nerve to glance at her. The words she stated, the reassurance that the field medic was doing fine assisted in calming his anxiousness. The most reassuring piece was the final sentence when Ynes mentioned that she was happy to speak with anyone. It caused the corner of Malakai's lips to twitch up in a small smile. There was appreciation over the words being said and it was obvious the young man felt calmer.
"I-i'm still sorry though... I... um... try to avoid d-d-doing that," he stated shyly. "Th-thank-you for s-saying that though... I ap-apreciate it."
Silently, the bashful man watched as Ynes quickly packed up her stuff to perform a water manipulation trick. Admittedly, Malakai was very excited, but somewhat nervous after the side effects that the woman mentioned. It caused him to think about how he could assist in making her feeling better should those effects surface after the performance. When given the slip of paper that had Ynes' phone number on it, the young man retrieved his own from his pocket and began setting to work. She had mentioned being forgetful after handing it to him, so perhaps texting her shortly would be a better method to assure that Ynes possessed the phone number. Thus, while the woman finished her preparations, the bashful man quickly inputted the phone number into his contacts and sent a simple 'Hi' text. His attention returned to the stranger when she mentioned that she would attempt to show him some cool moves alongside a quick apology. As he placed the number and his phone into his pocket, the bashful man favored her with a sheepish smile.
"I... uh... am certain anything w-will be fine," he responded quietly.
When the water manipulator began setting off towards the ocean, excitement glimmered in the bashful man's eyes. He was giddy over seeing what Ynes planned to show off. As he stood, ready to watch, the field medic fiddled with one of his jacket sleeves to help banish the last few shreds of nervousness.
There was a large amount of heat in Malakai's face during the time the woman walked with her arms around his. He was, by all definitions, flustered. Most people would have noticed by the deep red blush painted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. There was a fortune in the individual's gender being female since should she had been the sex he was attracted too then his face would carry the appearance of tomato. The young man chewed his lip as he found himself unable to sooth the anxiousness he felt. Even when the woman released his arm, Malakai still found himself feeling extremely nervous; his face carrying the same redness. Upon hearing Val state that his name was delightful, the field medic's face deepened in red, the tips of his ears being effected by the blush as well.
When the woman released what sounded like a conceited laugh, it only caused the heat in redness to increase. It was not long before Malakai was fiddling with the bag's strap; twisting and letting it unravel. The young man failed to notice that he was doing something out of nervousness since he was far to concerned about what the beautiful lady was planning.
"Th-thank y-you," he mumbled quietly.
The polite smile did little to cease the bashful emotions that were steadily rising. Then when she released a boisterous laugh that caught the attention of several passerby the redness increased again. It was probable that his entire face was red due to embarrassment and being glanced at. Shyness was always a pain to deal with during these situations. As she spoke, offering him a wink, once again the blush increased until she mentioned he was not her type. Hearing that allowed the young man to relax a fraction because he would thankfully not have to attempt another awkward rejection. What kept him tense was the manner the Val talked. It possessed the air of knowing, almost as though every secret he held was something she was discovered. The only though keeping the young man from panicking over the concept was the idea of impossibility. Val had never met him up until now, which made it downright improbable that she knew that much about him. There was a sense of relief in that; he did not need people bringing up his past or pointing out his sexuality since he was incredible personal about both.
"Y-y-yes... it would be awkward," Malakai responded quietly.
The stranger seemed to increase in mystery the longer they interacted which admittedly made Malakai a little curious; he did like mystery novels after all. When the concept of coffee or dinner was brought up, the bashful man's face deepened in redness again. Then the mentioning of him possibly being a doctor made his eyes remained glued to the floor. People tended not to believe the concept of him being a field medic due to the unlikelihood of him thriving on the field remotely.
"Um... o-okay," Malakai responded to the thanking question. "N-no, not necessarily... a doctor. I... uh... work as a f-field medic for the TRS."
While they walked, the bashful man's eyes remained to the floor a majority of the time, only looking up to make certain he would not crash into other mall patrons. During the time, Malakai continued to nervously chew his lip and fiddle with the bag strap. He simply could not resist since his anxious feeling made it impossible to do so.
The intense nervous feeling that was sparking in Malakai was horrible; he desired that social skill. Lacking something so basic to a majority of the people seemed to always create a self-conscious feeling. Thus, even as Ynes looked down at her notebook, he was still unable to glance at her face. Staring was considered rude and the young man did not want to behave in a rude way towards somebody who had been kind enough to grant them a few compliments. From what Malakai could currently presume, she seemed to be the supportive type considering how quick she was to praise his abilities despite barely knowing him. There was always a slight encouragement behind that which was furthered by the kindness that was presented in the form of ceasing the constant staring his way; he could rarely do well socially when people were looking directly at him.
Alas, the notebook was not helping sooth his qualms about the social situation he had gotten himself into. It perturbed the field medic due to the fact that Ynes seemed to right in it after he spoke. Naturally, Malakai kept considering the possibility of him being wrong with the thought of her writing everything down. Why would she write all this down anyways? He was nobody important and he was not very interesting in his own opinion. When the woman began speaking of allergies, the field medic make certain to make a mental note of what she could be (or possibly be) allergic to. Milk was never used in his potions which meant little concern over triggering her lactose allergy was taken. A small nod from Malakai was given in response to the allergy list to prove he was listening despite his lack of eye contact, however, he was quietly wondering why she mentioned wasp/bee stings. There was a moment of hesitation, leaving a small area of silence before the young man spoke.
"Y-you should be fine then... I... um... don't use th-things like that," he responded quietly.
Out of habit he continued fidgeting with his jacket, which was slightly calming for the bashful male. It occupied his mind from focusing on when Ynes was looking at him or writing in her notebook. Eventually, Malakai managed to slow his breathing from the average pace which allowed him to relax to a degree. Assuring thoughts about everything being alright also assisting in soothing the often nervous man. His eyes remained on the motionless sand alongside the shadows that him and Ynes that stretched across it; it seemed to be the only motion the ground possessed. That was when the woman commenting on his niceness alongside the 'little' bit of nervousness. Despite the intention of it being a joke, Malakai took it seriously and frowned a bit before hugging himself.
"S-sorry... I am... h-horrible in t-hese sorts... of... um... s-situations," he responded quietly. His words became more hasty afterwards. "I'm making everything awkward, aren't? I always do that, but I can't stop myself. I'm so so so sorry! I didn't mean to, I am just bad at this- no terrible! I stutter and can barely even talk, it's pitiful! I just get so nervous, then I don't know what to do and I start rambling... Sorry... I am rambling... I um... sorry..."
The words came out in the quick paced manner that his questioning for allergies had been released. They shortly ceased after the mentioning of rambling considering he had rambled over his social abilities. Apologies seemed to be interjected into the sentences whenever there was the possibility to place one; Malakai has always been the apologetic type. It caused him to apologize a majority lot, including instances where he had done nothing wrong. It was not long before once again chewing his lower lips and the fidgeting increased. His brown eyes remained glued to the ground in what seemed to be a futile attempt to regain social ability. When he mentioned freezing and Ynes began laughing, the young man glanced up at the girl for a moment. When she began to manipulate the water again and explained that she could change the temperature, it began to make more sense.
He was genuinely glad to know that her safety was not at risk when she entered the water and accomplished those incredible moves. As she began explaining, Malakai kept watching the ball as the water began to boil; it was incredible considering his own water based abilities were poor and only striker and shield based. Curiosity glittered in the young man's young eyes as he listened attentively to Ynes' explanation. A nod was given as the bashful male watched the steam dissipate into the air. The laugh caused him to look back towards the girl, which allowed him to notice the grin that stretched across her face. After a few moments of staring, the bashful man acknowledged his own staring and looked back towards the ground. When he heard her mention whether or not he had any requests for some water based tricks, Malakai shrugged a little.
"Um... not r-really. I have... not seen must w-water manipulation... so uh... a-anything is fine," Malakai mumbled quietly.
To be honest, the man was not completely certain what he wanted to see Ynes accomplish with her water manipulation. After witnessing the first display, he was alright seeing anything her mind could come up with. There was also the fact that he did not want to request something that would drain her too much since he obviously had not began making those potions yet. A moment was pondered, how was he suppose to find her after he made them? Perhaps it would be a good idea to offer his cell number, at least that way she could ask for more whenever required. The real problem at the moment was trying to ask about it; he wished he was less shy.
"Um, s-since I will be... m-making those... um... p-potions, d-do you want my... um... cell number? C-cause then I can get i-in c-contact with you w-when they are done," Malakai offered.
The inquiry held a lot of anxiousness, which suggested that he rarely asked for phone numbers; which was a true statement. Usually, the bashful man just waited until somebody asked him for his number instead of offering the concept of giving and receiving a number.
As they walked, Malakai's eyes drifted across the world that laid out before him. The snow bearing clouds above were noticed and for a few moments the field medic's eyes lingered there. Out of instinct, the young man adjusted the collar of his coat higher to avoid any chances of being cold. It was unlikely to grow excessively cold, but not being outside much without a temperature regulation charm which sometimes resulted in over estimation or lack of awareness without a proper temperature indicator sometimes. When the dull response slipped from Vala's lips, the tall man's gaze returned to her. There was an unrivaled certainty Malakai possessed in his friend and he believed that she could be successful in her endeavors. A hesitation was taken while the field medic debated what to tell his friend in order to motivate her.
"I know you can, Vala! You got to start somewhere, and you are starting with giving people that pickup you were talking about! You just have to put your mind to it!" Malakai stated cheerfully.
Encouraging friends was something that the young man enjoyed doing. It could bring smiles upon their faces which was always a pleasantry to witness. Lifting his friends higher was a requirement to Malakai and the fact that they returned the favor sometimes helped too. A small, reassuring smile touched the tall man's lips while he walked with one of his closest friends around the park. Despite her moody and emotion-lacking exterior, the young medic always enjoyed being in her company. It was a moment to escape from those incredibly anxious emotions that appeared when he conversed with other people. Almost like a chance to gain some minute confidence in his social skills. Although, the bashful man always felt nervous whenever he rambled about some nonsense; or at least he believed other people saw it as nonsense. Alas, Vala never seemed bothered whenever he went on about something, even when it could not be understood.
The reassurance that Vala gave Malakai soothed him, allowing him to know that his rambling was acceptable. It was true that Vala would inform him should his rambling become an issue. A tiny smile became evident on the young man's face; the female ravenette was always pleasant company. They had grown close through high school and the fact that Malakai still held a tight bond to her made these visits wonderful. It was one of the very few occasions where the bashful male escaped the depths of the basement of his home. Another small sip of his coffee was taken before Vala when she began speaking again, resting herself on the fountain. The bashful man's brown eyes remained locked on her while she spoke and opted to remain standing instead. A silence drifted over Malakai as Vala talked about everything that was happening. The smile that once remained on his faded when Vala told him about how she was feeling.
A gentle look entered Malakai's eyes as he regarded Vala; what she was referring to sounded horrible. When his friend apologized to him and explained why she informed him of her feelings, the bashful man took a few steps forward.
"Vala... You don't have to apologize. I will probably do the same thing to you since I can only really talk to my dad and you about my problems," he started. "And in order to do more, you need to finish school. When I was going through my medical training I didn't even work elsewhere... because of... umm... the in-incident. You just need to be patient."
There was the slightest hint of timidness to the final few sentence which was a common result of mentioning the incident. Those memories caused his breath to turn shaky for a moment and a slight tremble to flow over him for a few seconds due to the sheer mentioning of the emotional event. Once Malakai restored his composure, he found the courage to continue.
"Don't ever think that you can't talk to me about this kind of stuff. I am always willing to lend an ear, Vala. You are my friend, and you should know I will be there for you," Malakai stated.
Despite his emotional moments, the young man was certain that he would continue supporting his friend. It seemed like the least he could do considering how much Vala assisted him socially with her more assertive attitude.
It was difficult for Malakai to believe that it was acceptable for him to arrive late. Certainly he was being a nuisance with the amount of tardiness he displayed only a few moments prior. Fortunately, the consistent insistence that his belated arrival was alright did assist in calming him further. It was something he required almost given how his mother would have reacted in this scenario when the nightmare started. She would have criticized him and would be probable to hurt him emotionally until tears were falling down his face as thick as rivers; that was if the young man was alone with his mother. Doing it publicly would allow people to possibly discover the terrifying truth. Thus, the constant reassurance made Malakai relax. Vala was bolder than him and would mention if his tardiness was becoming a problem and he was fairly certain in that.
There was also the fact that Vala's voice held some compassion and after knowing her for years, the field medic was capable of picking up on it. That was hopefully a good sign and the pat to his shoulder assisted in easing him. When female ravenette mentioned her doubt about him having a moment of idiocy, Malakai's brown eyes looked over to her. There was a gleam of curiosity almost as though he was unaware of his own intellect. His own lack of self-confidence had a tendency to cause the tall man to overlook his own skills. It resulted in Malakai bashfully looking away when Vala complimented his intelligence.The slightest hints of red touched his cheeks; he always seemed to blush whenever somebody made positive comments towards him.
"Oh please, I-i'm not that s-smart, he responded sheepishly. "P-plenty of people know m-more... than me."
A long time was spent staring at the ground and noticing the shimmering snow while he waited for his moment of shyness to fleet away. When Vala spoke and began walking, Malakai's attention snapped back towards her as he hastily caught up. A tighter grip was given to his cup of coffee, which caused the young man to finally notice the heat as it tickled his bare hands; after realizing his unexpected tardiness he had little time to grab gloves. A small sip was taken of the bitter liquid, the warm sensation rolling over his tongue before being swallowed. All the while, Malakai attentively listened to what was occurring in Vala's life. It seemed the typical drab of most everyday life, but there was a genuine hint of interest in the young man's expression. He always held a curiosity towards what his friends were doing. When the observation was mentioned, the field medic merely offered a grim nod; working on the field made him well-acquainted with the concept of death and being an adult naturally made taxes a well known nuisance.
Although, due to living with his father he was only required to pay half and then anything personally belonging to Malakai was paid fully by himself. The monotone mentioning of doing something meaningful caused the tall man to look over to the female ravenette thoughtfully for a moment. A polite smile soon trailed its way onto his face.
"I'm certain you will, Vala," he said in a supportive manner. "That's what school is for, and once you come out on the other side I bet you will do a lot of amazing things."
There was always joy taken when trying to encourage his friends; perhaps it was to make up for his own lacking in self-confidence. All the dreams and aspirations they were making were always ideas that Malakai desired to see them achieve, especially if it would bring them happiness. When Vala asked him about his current affairs alongside the mention of a super cure, he took a moment to shrug.
"Haven't done much time to make some sort of super cure. I have been called in a lot over the past week and have barely had time to put together my usual potions. The only research I have been conducting is to make a potion that will work as a disinfectant as well as an antidote for various poisons. If I can manage to make both work to almost their full capacity then any wounds that are believed to be both poisoned and infected can just be given that opposed to two separate entities. It could save so much time, not to mention cure the area where the poison was administered. All I need to do is exchange one of the ingredients in my current disinfectant for something that does not counteract the powerful antidote I have already created and theoretically it should work." He looked away bashfully after realizing he began rambling. "S-sorry, I was rambling... wasn't I?"
Not much thought was given towards other life events, things that did not involve researching, concoctions and general medical based work. Sadly, Malakai oftentimes remained inside for hours when there were nothing outside that required his attending which resulted in long periods of time working within the basement. Barely being able to hold a conversation with a stranger made it especially difficult to enjoy a more social life and as of romance, that held a more personal reason. The concept of being with another person scared him after his mother's abuse and the words she eerily stated before being hauled off to jail. The incident has simply left too many mental scars to prepare him for the concept and his fears of his mother escaping prison and coming to kill him and whoever he loved still lingered in his head. Letting somebody else get roped into was a horrible thing to Malakai and he thoroughly believed nobody deserved to be burdened with the possibly life-threatening issue.
Mistakes by all means were something everyone made and were usually easily let go of. In Malakai's case it was completely different since being a perfectionist had resulted in him fearing the concept of making them. Eye contact was impossible for the bashful man to make in the presence of his friend who he has just wronged for a second time in a row. Work seemed to delay these meeting frequently, at least in the field medic's case since a plethora of his time was spent attempting to perfect a useful remedy for the battlefield. Methods to assist in the healing of his allies so that perhaps the fight would not be littered with too many casualties. Alas, his head always got consistently wrapped up in his works and to the point that despite his perfectionist attitude he ran into moments like this.
The tall man felt guilty for his lack of time awareness since there were so many ways rectify the issue. It was simplistic, like setting an alarm for when it was nearly time for him to leave. Then again, the suggested the possibility of a potion exploding in his face due to suddenly being startled. He kept pondering for a few moments, brown eyes still remaining locked on the ground and his mind worrying about possible chastising for his lack of punctuality. Nervousness kept creeping in, which caused Malakai to begin biting his lower lip and even his breathing seemed to quicken a bit. It was the effects of making a mistakes as both fear and anxiousness intermingled. What his mother had done to him still tightly held on him. The words of hate she spilled and the damage she caused had permanently transformed him into a nervous mess.
Due to his anxiousness he began to fidget with the cuffs of his jacket. He found himself tempted to apologize again because of his tardiness. When Vala spoke in her usual voice, the natural toneless voice Malakai had grown use to he eased. She stated that it was alright even going the length to call it a favor. Gradually, his breathing soothed and he managed to straighten himself a little bit.
"B-but... I-i am really sorry. I... um... had a dumb m-moment," he mumbled quietly.
There was guilt written in his voice alongside the usual awkwardness his anxious words tended to provide. The bashful man was clueless on how exactly to remedy the situation, something that he felt was a requirement despite Vala stating it was fine. Perhaps he would pay for lunch sometime or her coffee since that seemed like a positive apology gift for one of the very few friends he was still in contact with. Most of his high school friends rarely messaged him since he moved to Newfoundland after the incident. Considering how depressed he behaved after the move it made sense, especially since the first few days afterwards he could barely bring himself to answer any messages. When Vala handed him the coffee and patted his shoulder, Malakai felt a little better to the point where he flashed a polite smile.
"T-thank-you. I p-promise to not be... late next time," Malakai stated awkwardly.
Mentally, the bashful man began to devise a plan that would result in him not being tardy for their next meeting. He still felt bad for the other two occasions, which made him feel a requirement to fulfill that promise. Generally, Malakai enjoyed time spent with Vala since despite visiting his father in Lorsette years prior to the move he still lacked friends. Being shy as a child made it difficult for him to make friends during his short visits and since moving to Lorsette he got distracted with work and oftentimes kept himself in solitude. He was an anxious bundle of nerves in most social situations after all, which brought the concept of avoiding them entirely to be a preference. It resulted in Vala being the person he clung to for social support, which was something that Malakai always seemed to rely on friends for. Having somebody who could at least assist him during his socially awkward sprees was a blessing.
After hours of fiddling with a fickle potion recipe, Malakai was certain he had managed the new and advanced recipe. Success meant that a potion mixture of anti-venom and disinfectant could be created; which sounded useful for both cleaning pathogens from a wound and getting rid of possible toxins. The clock within the basement ticked away while the human worked towards completing the latest brew of potion, the corners of his lips tugged into a smile. A quick dispersing of the liquid into bottles alongside a pinch more magic being placed on the potions and the batch was completed. The aftermath resulted in his potion working clothes being more filth covered; stains being covered by newly forming ones. A quick glance was taken towards the old clock, he appeared to have finished early which meant he could still meet his high school friend on time.
There was a determination not to be late and even traffic problems were not going to stop him. A few minutes were taken for a shower before Malakai changed into fresh clothing. The jacket was tugged onto his shoulders, zipped all the way due to the looming, snow-bearing clouds. His pale hands searched fruitlessly for his phone; he probably left it downstairs on the old couch with his excellent condition spellbook. Hastily, the field medic stomped down the stairs and towards the couch while taking a glance at the clock. For a moment, his eyes paused on the clock and a smile came across his face; he was still making great time. The tall man grabbed his phone, clicking the power button which caused his face to drop. A realization was made towards the clock in the basement, which is that the time was wrong; a few minutes behind to be specific. He was going to be late again.
Quickly, the field medic shoved the phone into his coat pocket and made his way up the stairs while bidding his father a hasty goodbye. The run towards Crow Feather Park seemed ridiculously slow and once Malakai arrived in the eerily silent park. Upon entering, the bashful man's nerves seemed to go on alert which made each step sound like it was echoing. Despite only hearing the crouch of snow beneath his feet, there was still a countenance of nervousness on his face. A few moments were taken wandering around in a pair of blue jeans and a black jacket while looking for the location where he was suppose to meet Vala. As usual, the thick rimmed, black glasses sat on Malakai's face, allowing the young man to see. She was probably holding a hot cup of coffee while waiting for him to arrive and he could imagine that she could possibly be displeased by his lateness. The park was frost covered, emphasizing the silence of winter with a creepy lifelessness. As Malakai continued wandering he saw a dog walker, who he shyly avoided eye contact with, and finally saw Vala sitting alone at a table.
The bashful man hoped he has not caused her to wait too long for him, it was rude for him to be late twice in a row. The tall man rushed over, feeling guilty for his lack of punctuality and silently wishing he had checked his phone earlier. Shyly, Malakai approached the table his gaze locked towards his feet like a child who knew they did wrong.
"I-i am so sorry, Vala. I... I... sorry. I got c-caught up in something... a-a-and I didn't check my phone... S-sorry," Malakai apologized.
The tone in his voice alongside the demeanor of his posture conveyed how horrible he felt for being late again. His shoulders drooped a bit, his expression bore a frown and his gaze remained locked on his shoes. There were no blame made towards the clock with the incorrect time. It was his own fault for having a moment of idiocy and not checking his phone prior to beginning his next brew. The bashful man prayed that Vala would not be mad at him for being late again since it already made him feel terrible.
There was the chance that Malakai was displaying his nervousness too openly. It was likely off putting for a mentor to be an anxious mess of stutters; the full-fledged field medic could only imagine how he would have felt should his mentor has shared similar behaviors. Alas, the nervousness could not be thwarted since it was something carried for far too long; a never ending habit of sorts. Calmness was a requirement, or at least in Malakai's opinion as he stood with a nervous feeling settling into the pit his stomach. That was until he noticed the constant questions ceased, which was an easily noticed change in behavior. The anxiousness eased slightly, allowing him to spare a glance at the young girl who he was mentoring. The expression and manner of which she was currently stationed in the chair was suggesting that she was trying to refrain from speaking.
The most noticeable sign being how Theresa softly bit her lip, making it more obvious to the young man that she was attempting to remain silence. For a few brief moments, the field medic's eyes lingered on her until he realized and silently shifted his gaze to the tile floor. Had his behavior accidentally discouraged asking questions? That was definitely not a positive; he at the very beginning stated she could speak up should she desire to know something and instead of supporting those curious behaviors he extinguished them with his shyness. It made Malakai feel guilty for making his apprentice no longer desire to ask inquires. A small, gentle sigh escaped his lips; he had to somehow mend the issue. The only problem was thinking of a method to bring up the question Theresa probably had.
"Ummm... a-anything you wanna... uh... say?" Malakai asked, his tone of voice awkward.
A subtle hint towards the peculiar ceasing in the questions. To the bashful man it made the entire situation increase in awkwardness due to his lacking in knowledge on how to address the problem he created. The concept of directly bringing up the issue required a more forthright approach; that was a trait Malakai lacked. He was mealy-mouthed and barely capable of forming a sentence without a stutter or pause. Subtle hinting seemed to be the only path to reach the truth in hopes that perhaps Theresa would relent. There was hope that his potion knowledge could perhaps create a field of comfort. Theresa seemed to have a keen interest in them, which allowed the tall an to sooth the qualms in his mind to a small degree. The foreboding feeling about how mentoring would go began to fade, potions was something he was adept in; although, he would humbly disagree.
The inquiries that Theresa asked were more pleasant and did not leave majors holes in his teaching. Instead it brought forth a smoothness and a reasoning to continue into the next pieces of information. A calmness was held in her voice, suggesting that care was taken in the words. It became reassuring to the bashful medic and allowed his confidence to boost slightly.
"Unmixed are pure, which means they are capable of more than a mix. Think of how when you try and multitask, the potion is trying to split its focus on two separate jobs. Having your focus completely on something would naturally allow it more care, make the job better. Meanwhile, only having part of your focus on something will create a more meager piece of work. Sometimes more capable people can manage to find a perfect mix that does not conflict, although, it is difficult."
A pause was taken as Malakai remained in a moment of triumph; a stutter-less explanation for him almost warranted the shooting of fireworks and the skyrocketing of his confidence. It showed in the small smile that crawled on his lips and the fact he was sparing a glance at his apprentice. Naturally, his bashfulness shortly got the best of him and his gaze returned to the potions and salves.
"Potions can achieve a lot, although, at a slower rate than healing magic. They help cure the sick and allow the injured to heal faster, sometimes even taking days off the regular healing time. Pain suppressants easily dim pain and are superior to drugstore pills since they are more certain to work. Disinfectants are very effective, especially when unmixed. They get rid of infections rather quickly, in fact, usually on the spot." Another small moment of victory was taken as Malakai thought for a moment. "Plus, they work on cursed wounds. To a lesser degree, but they are the only magic that seems capable of assisting the healing of a wound while it is cursed."
When Theresa began questioning about disinfectants, Malakai glanced at the small containers accompanied with a few small bottles. It was a rarity for him to meddle with mixing disinfectants since they were far more useful left as a pure subsistence; it was a reassurance the wound would not get disease ridden.
"There are both salve based disinfectants and liquid based. Salves are best for smaller and fresher wounds since they can simply be applied quickly before bandaging," Malakai began smoothly. It was becoming obvious that his confidence was reaching high levels; a rare occurrence. "Liquid based can be administered into the bloodstream through a syringe. It will make certain no pathogens remain within the bloodstream. I personally use it on most wounds that are not fresh as a precaution."
There was hope that Malakai had managed to not raise more questions that broke down his explanations; that was when things acquired an unsettling nervousness. The medic's eyes looked at his apprentice for a few moments to gauge her reaction towards the newest bout of information with silent prayer for something positive.
Despite how kind Ynes was being, Malakai still felt nervous due to the peculiar and friendly behavior the girl displayed. Since childhood his social abilities were never particularly good due to how his mother treated him. Being the child who constantly got upset often made the other children avoid him and the shyness he possessed already never helped either. Not to mention the events that occurred during his teen years still left mental scars alongside the physical ones. In this situation it only impacted him further since a pen and paper were involved. With the notebook in the girl's hand, maintaining a casual conversation seemed like an impossible vision in the field medic's mind. The sudden note taking discouraged him since it seemed to begin whenever he stated a fact about himself; was she writing this all down?! A part of Malakai's mind refused to believe that, certainly the booklet had be out for a different reason, but it was still nerve wracking nonetheless.
The staring did not help either, especially since the field medic constantly failed to make eye contact and it proved that the stranger's attention was on him. Even if it was merely a singular person, there was always an anxious feeling the young man would get when somebody stared at him. Fortunately, Ynes seemed to pick up on the concept since the staring was decreased slightly which allowed a small rise in Malakai's comfort. Even the woman's voice seemed to quiet down a bit, coming out slower as she did so. The field medic raised his head a little to glance at the peculiar girl, although, it was only a short period of time before his gaze drifted back towards the sand in order to avoid eye contact. A moment was taken to process the question and to create an answer.
"W-well sometimes there are... uh... ways to make th-the potion more effective," he stated. There was a moment of silence before Malakai realized he forgot to mention something, thus it was hastily added. "And of course there are allergies! I wouldn't want to hurt anybody!"
The final few sentences spilled out of the bashful male's mouth so fast that he was not completely certain they could be deciphered. Red touched Malakai's cheeks as he got embarrassed over his horrible speaking skills which resulted in him nervously chewing his lower lip. Shortly, the field medic was fidgeting with the cuffs of his jacket more frequently as the embarrassment consumed him. The thoughts that occupied the young man's head consisted of all negatives about how terrible he sounded and over how pathetic he was during these situations. It was almost as though his courage took a vacation whenever concept of conversation arise; unless it was on the field or medically concerning of course. At this point, it felt like Malakai's cheeks were burning from the pit of embarrassment he was launching himself into. When the young man's brown eyes looked back at the girl, he found a smile upon her face. It held some reassurance that perhaps he was not messing up this exchange completely.
Somehow, the field medic managed to flash a small, polite grin back at Ynes before glancing away shyly again. She was writing stuff down again, which started the nervousness to flare, but she was also complimenting him. It only flustered the young man, resulting in his cheeks and the bridge of his nose increasing in redness. Many years were spent with a mother who criticized him or emphasized perfection which caused compliments to always make him blush.
"I... um..." Malakai mumbled awkwardly as he attempted to form a sentence. "Th-thank-you."
In the end he could only manage a quiet thanks and a tiny appreciative smile. Hearing somebody state good things about did give him a confidence boosts; even if Ynes did not know him overly well yet. Although, Malakai desired to know a little bit more about the mysterious stranger since it did assist him when speaking to people. Getting to know somebody was a sign of friendship and allowed the field medic to sometimes be capable of casual conversation based on topics they were both familiarized with. Right now, however, Malakai could barely manage to form a complete sentence which meant him acquiring any information about the mysterious girl was plan unlikely. There was also the fact that Ynes seem keen on asking him all the questions. When it was mentioned that it was pleasure to meet him alongside the referral of him being cool the redness in Malakai's cheeks deepened a bit. Most people avoided the word 'cool' when referring to him, even his closest friends considering his rather nerdy appearance, thus the comment left him speechless.
Due to Ynes' glance wavering away from him every so often caused the bashful man to begin gradually feeling more comfortable in the strange girl's presence. Although, the notebook still seemed a little creepy considering the title it had been given. When she mentioned that she had warmer clothes, Malakai only felt slightly relieved. The young woman was swimming in the water which screamed the possibility of sickness.
"Um... but y-you could get... sick d-doing that," Malakai quietly. "The w-water is r-really cold... right? It c-could make you sick f-from constant exposure."
Even if the girl was a little peculiar, she did treat the bashful man with kindness and seemed to go lengths to attempt to create comfort between them. Thus, the field medic decided that perhaps convincing her to cease this training might be a more favorable idea. Honestly, Malakai would have attempted to no matter who the person was, but in this scenario he did hold some determination to at least steer her away from sickness; that was if she did not already possess a method of avoiding it.
This girl was definitely strange, or at least to Malakai considering the manner of which she was dressed. The bathing suit help little protection against the cold despite the blanket and towel's assistance. The field medic could not even begin to comprehend the careless behavior taken towards assuring her own well-being and by the looks of it she did not even bring along a change of clothes; or at least presumably. Malakai felt bad for her, this weather was likely making the poor young lady cold. Unfortunately, the bashful man was far too uncomfortable to really state anything about it. Carrying the confidence he had when he inquired about the young woman's health had been easy; he could get his act together at those times. When the stranger's smile broadened, Malakai was starting to become uncertain if that was a positive or a negative.
Considering the last smile had been followed by the girl grabbing a book labelled "PEOPLE" he was fairly certain his concern was justified. Whatever this young woman was planning, it was completely unknown to the bashful medic. When he mentioned the idea of making her medicine to help with the side effects, the girl seemed pleased with the concept. She continued by stating how her powers could be improved if the negative side effects could be removed; which would likely make was she did prior to his arrival more impressive. When the stranger asked about whether or not it would work and seeing her trick, Malakai offered her a shy nod.
"W-well I might have to... um... develop the recipe," he responded quietly.
That was when the conversation turned to one about his potion making abilities. Despite his amount of skill in medical based potions, Malakai still looked away shyly. Talking about himself was always difficult even when only about potions and his medical abilities. To make it harder, the stranger asked him several questions at once which made it difficult for the bashful man to figure out where exactly to start.
"I-i have magic. So I m-make my own potions," Malakai started before hesitating. "I-i am not that g-great. I just... um... know what I am d-doing. Th-there are a lot of people... better than me."
The humble downplay of his potion skills was a common for the field medic since he was only well trained in potions related to good health. Although, people have given him praise before because of his skills, but he always found himself unable to take the compliments or even act as though he possessed extreme adeptness in potions. As Malakai stood silently, he was clueless to what exactly the girl was planning. When she began staring at him and circling him, immediately the young man looked away bashfully. Staring always caused him to feel spotlighted and he always grew anxious under the gaze of another person. As soon as the stranger began stating that he was important, Malakai's cheeks tinted a faint red colour. Comments like that always made him blush as bit, especially due to his lack of self-confidence. The field medic was now speechless from what the mysterious woman had stated about him. His gaze returned to her for a moment when he heard a pen hit paper; what she was writing remained unknown since she titled the page away from him.
Despite his curiosity, Malakai did not dare attempt to take a peak at her notebook. That would be impolite of him, especially if it was the girl's private thoughts. Thus, the shy man stood silently while he waited for the woman to continue with whatever she was planning. His attention returned when the friendly woman introduced herself as Ynes and asked for his name. There was a small pause before the field medic spoke.
"I'm... Malakai. Uh... n-nice to meet you," he responded shyly and politely.
After stating his name, his gaze returned to the sandy ground while he crossed his arms. Almost instantly, his hands began fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket while he debated whether or not he should inquire about her clothing scenario. There was a few moments where Malakai remained silent before ultimately deciding that perhaps asking her was best. She could get sick in the wardrobe she was currently in.
"Um... Ynes... do you... um... did you b-bring any warmer clothes? Y-you could get sick... wearing that," Malakai asked awkwardly.
The bashful man did not enjoy questioning people's choice since some people found it downright offensive despite his attempt to merely help. All the while, his eyes remained glued to the ground as he prayed that Ynes was not the type to scold questioning.
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