THERE ARE SOME MEMORIES,

It was shortly becoming clear to Malakai that the more questions he seemed to answer, the more holes Theresa would poke in his answers. The young apprentice inquired about things that the full-fledged medic had never even thought about. The entire conversation was making the shy man feel like a horrible mentor for everything that he missed. In all honesty, Malakai really wanted to melt into the floor or beg somebody else who was more capable to take over. As his nervousness grew, the tall man began wringing his hands and chewing his lower lip. A few more deep breaths were taken before Malakai was capable of answering her inquiries; he was mostly praying that she would not poke more holes in his explanations.

"Well... um..." He began quietly, but ceased for a few moments to clear his throat and speak better. "It's only for emergency situations. The secondary medic will p-probably desire a report about what happened... if... the hunter states o-otherwise."

The mentioning of bringing the hunter back to the safe area made Malakai feel like an especially terrible teacher. Tomes allowed him to use telekinesis, which made returning a hunter back to the safe zone an easy task. Meanwhile, Theresa was smaller than hunters and the amount of muscle some of them have would make it difficult to lift them. Nervousness was on an increase while the full-fledged medic took a few moments to be a little embarrassed.

"S-sorry. I... uh... wasn't thinking," Malakai mumbled. "Y-you could... um... get a radio for s-such situations."

The constant questions was more discouraging to Malakai than annoying since each poked a hole in what he previously stated. Already having a severe lack of confidence in the concept of teaching an apprentice already made the ravenette incredibly nervous and the inquiries were merely making it worse. It displayed Theresa's eagerness to learn and desire for knowledge, but every time she questioned about a topic it only made the previous explanation feel inadequate in Malakai's mind. Did all new mentors have issues akin to his own? Likely not considering most probably did not possess his level of bashfulness. Once he began speaking about potions, Malakai spared a look at his apprentice. She seemed excited about the concept of this lesson, it was an excellent confidence booster for the shy medic. There was no disappointment over forgetfulness, which further made Malakai feel a little more comfortable in the situation. It was definitely an oddity to hear that Theresa desired to learn about pain relief potions first.

Oftentimes Malakai found that the pain suppression was saved for last and oftentimes the easiest to add to the other potions. While Theresa gave her explanation for the decision, the full-fledged field medic gently picked up the bottle containing a reddish liquid. A quick glance at the label confirmed it was one of his unmixed pain suppressants, thus, he placed it down in front so Theresa could see it better.

"O-okay, that m-makes sense," he said in response to her reasoning. "N-now before I begin. I w-want to mention that not a-all potions have the s-same colours as mine. E-everybody has different recipes. So always m-make certain to read the label."

There was a moment of pride for Malakai in the explanation despite it not being the best possible. It contained a pleasant simplicity and drove the concept of not memorizing colours in order to know which potions are which; not to mention it gave reasoning to the different colours.

"Like all potions, p-pain suppression ones are more p-potent when unmixed. T-they are also one of the e-easier to m-mix into other potions, or at l-least that is what I find," Malakai began. "O-oftentimes you will w-want to use them on cursed wounds, e-especially if there... are no nephilims. I recommend i-in full potency since h-healing is prolonged. I-it will help the h-hunter feel comfortable, e-even if it is... only slight."

The slightest hints of a smile drew onto the corners of Malakai's lips since he took some pride in his potion-based skills. With the exception of those days where potions seemed keen on exploding in his face. After his explanation he grabbed another bottle, a healing potion mixed with pain suppressant based on the label. Gently, Malakai placed the bottle beside the pain suppressant potion.

"This is an e-example of a mixture. T-this one," he set a finger on the pain suppressant/healing potion, "is both pain suppressant and healing. Although it can make the o-other less potent a-at times, t-they are useful. I-i often use this on s-smaller wounds since it st-still helps, b-but doesn't force the use of two full p-potency potions."

For a few moments, Malakai went quiet to warrant the asking of questions since Theresa seemed the type to inquire about things. After all the questions she asked during the introduction, the full-fledged field medic did not doubt the concept of her possessing further questions.

THERE ARE SOME MEMORIES,

As of most autumn days, the air possessed a tolerable chill to it; at least if somebody dressed appropriately. With winter's arrival drawing closer with each passing day, the weather seemed excellent to enjoy one of the remaining autumn days. Ultimately, it resulted in Malakai deciding that a pleasant walk would be a magnificent idea. Thus, he dressed in a dark grey turtleneck sweater, a pair of black jeans and lastly tugged a warm black jacket over his shoulders. Upon leaving the house and entering the chilly embrace of the autumn day, the tall man shivered slightly before continuing. Malakai had never truthfully be one for the cold, although, he was plenty capable to endure the temperature. A small sigh escaped his mouth, the weather was only going to grow colder and the ravenette hated the thought of the cold days spent working outside.

The walk had began with no real destination in mind, merely a stroll to occupy his day off. With hands tucked away into the depths of his jacket pockets, Malakai walked. For the most part it seemed silent, only the sounds of his own footsteps accompanying him during the walk. As time went on, the young field medic had managed to weave his way through the various sidewalks to Starlight Beach. Upon walking closer, his brown eyes gazed upon the scenery, first meeting the lighthouse perched at the top of the cliff. For a few moments, Malakai's eyes remained locked on the lighthouse as stood tall against the blue sky that was dotted with a some clouds. Trees rose behind it, most of which were bare; more proof to winter closing in. It caused a thin smile to enter his face, the serenity remaining until he noticed the splashing. Immediately, his eyes drifted towards the water to find an interesting display that the field medic had not expected.

It lured Malakai closer as he watched the mysterious girl and her water clone move. The few moments of tandem movements, the sudden flying via water manipulation. In the warlock's opinion it was rather impressive, especially since his own elemental manipulation was limited to mere striker attacks and pathetic shields; and when Malakai was the one attempting the spell it was very lackluster. When she suddenly fell from the air, the water clone following, the field medic merely thought it was part of the show, at least, he did until she sprinted back onto the beach to vomit. Upon witnessing that, Malakai's eyes widened with worry as millions of horrible thoughts filtered through his head. Perhaps she had been poisoned while in the depths? Or maybe she was recklessly attempting such movements well ill? Then again, being at the beach in autumn itself seemed like a reckless move. Maybe she had already been sick and the water only assisted in the development of a full-fledged flu! Either way, the field medic grew rather concerned about the stranger after watching her get sick. It was something he had seen a few times on the field; with terrors being so diverse it was not unreasonable for the odd case of poisoning to pop up in the patients.

When the mysterious woman returned to her towel, wrapping herself up in before grabbing a blanket as well. While Malakai slowly approached, he watched her, noticing that the stranger had not curled up into a ball inside the blanket. The sign concerned him further, causing the next few steps to be rushed in order to get near the mysterious woman. Once close, the field medic took a momentary pause before clearing his throat to get her attention.

"Excuse me, but are you alright, miss?" Malakai inquired.

Unlike a majority of the time, the words escaped his mouth smoothly as his concerns fought back his social awkwardness. It seemed to occur whenever something seemingly medical related needed attending to; almost as though it was an instinct. Although, in this situation Malakai was not certain about what he could accomplish. The field medic had only expected a pleasant walk that did not involve reckless cold water swimming and a possibly sick patient.

"I saw you throw up a few moments ago, are you ill? If so, I would happily help you so you can feel better," he offered.

The intent to help was obvious in Malakai's expression as he wore a small frown and the tones of concern were written across his face. He had decided to become a field medic for this reason after all, to assist those who needed it. Now he just needed to figure out how exactly he could assist this woman if she was indeed sick or poisoned without potions or his spellbook. That was definitely going to be a difficult task, however, the field medic found himself determined to complete it.

[ I've come to snipe your post cause Malakai would fit perfectly into this scenario. ]

THERE ARE SOME MEMORIES,

Improving social skills on the spot was impossible, leaving Malakai in his awkward position. To make matters worse, his apprentice seemed keen on attempting to make eye contact which increased his shyness tenfold. Well, he supposed one of them had to be capable enough to try some form of social expectations. Except, for a while it seemed every time the field medic would glance at the girl she would be looking at him. Thankfully, with a few more glances he noticed she had began to look around the room which made the spotlight feel less concentrated on him. Physically, Malakai seemed to relax upon realizing all the attention was no longer being placed directly upon him. The ravenette was really starting to wish his bashful behavior would at least decrease or warrant him more stutter-less sentences or even the capability to maintain some form of eye contact.

While he answered the numerous questions Theresa had asked, she seemed keen on listening intently. As it currently stood, his apprentice seemed like a student keen on learning who had merely slipped up with the time. Malakai was hoping this would remain the case, he was horrible at confrontation. Shortly, his apprentice made a fair point about applying force. Fully-trained hunters were oftentimes stronger than medics due to their many months of combat experience and training. Honestly, he had somewhat meant force loosely, but Malakai felt it was horrible word choice on his part. Force implied physical action, a struggle. In a moment of embarrassment, the full-fledged medic looked down at the floor tiles; that was a minor blow to the confidence. There had been a time when he was forced to give a hunter a sedative in order to treat their wounds that could have become life-threatening.

"S-sorry. I... um... should have stated that better. They shouldn't w-want to hurt us, b-but if you are... um... desperate, you can use s-sedatives," Malakai responded. There was wince afterwards, he was doing horrible; or at least in his opinion. "T-they aren't always stronger either... There are hunter who are d-dependent on their abilities... I-if tired enough, you can sometimes f-force them to stay."

Silently, Malakai wished he could summon that courage he obtained on field, however, that just seemed downright unlikely. For a few moments, the ravenette took a few deep breaths to calm his nervousness. It seemed to work, allowing him a few moments to look at his apprentice before his gaze returned elsewhere. This was the bane of being incredibly shy, he simply avoided conversation to the point where simple questions like inquiring about his potions surprised him. Perhaps he had expected for her to gaze over them without much thought? Malakai was not completely certain himself why he had not expected to be asked about; maybe he expected for something else to introduce the inquiry? Alas, when his own inquiry was met with uncertainty, the tall man looked away bashfully again. All that information was likely at his disposal, yet, his own worrisome behavior and panicked mentally had caused him to ignore the information. He had been far too busy fighting the knots in his stomach alongside the horrible thoughts of how bad this was going to end up.

There was a guilty feeling that entered Malakai's head; he should have kept more attentiveness on the information provided opposed to his anxious emotions when he had been given the file. While he kept his gaze away from Theresa, he listened to her answer.

"I see... um... O-okay," Malakai responded. The nervous tone to his voice became more evident. "In that case... uh... then I will just introduce y-you to potions. A-also, I am v-very s-sorry, but I accidentally f-forgot one. I will show you it another time."

Another deep breath was taken, followed up by a slow release; an attempt to scrap together any confidence that remained in Malakai's head. The ravenette glanced at the potions, remembering how skillful he was in creating them, how people went to lengths to even praise him. It raised his confidence slightly, certain he could teach her about potions at least with some ounce of reassurance.

"I have t-technically three types, e-excluding mixes that is. I-i also have some salves a-as well. There are... um... healing, d-disinfectants and pain relievers. I-is there anywhere you would... like me to start?"

Giving Theresa the choice seemed excellent, perhaps it would make her feel more involved. It was an effort to make himself seem like a better mentor; he had already presumed she viewed him as a horrible mentor for his bashful behavior. Malakai crossed his arms, his brown eyes staring at the bottles as he mentally reviewed the information he knew about them. A gleam of determination crossed them, he simply had to do something right with mentoring!

THERE ARE SOME MEMORIES,

A long day on scene at a particularly difficult mission had exhausted the young, field medic known as Malakai. The gruesome scene had left his uniform with numerous bloody splotches that would have to be cleaned once he returned home. For a moment, he was thankful he always left a spare change of clothes at the TRS headquarters for situations similar to this; nobody enjoyed seeing a bloody field medic after all. The an was forced to spend a few minutes in the washroom giving his hands and face a quick wash. Due to the blood, the sink's once pristine water turned an ugly shade of reddish brown while the muck was rinsed from the field medic's pale hands. Despite the scrubbing, Malakai knew he could still carry the distinctive scent of blood; he would have to properly shower when he returned home.

Once cleaned up, some quick addressing was taken to the small cut left on the field medic's cheek. It had been created from a terror that had gotten too close to the patients and himself. Although, it was shortly executed for attempting a meager kill of the injured. A small coating a salve was laid atop the wound in order to vanquish any infections that remained in the cut. When Malakai completed that task, he placed a small band-aid over the scratch in case it began bleeding again. Afterwards, the field medic left the washroom wearing a navy button up short sleeve and a pair of lightly coloured blue jeans. Within his left hand he held a bag which contained his filthy uniform alongside the kit that held the remainder of his supplies. A slow walk was taken down the hallway; his tired body ached in protest. Perhaps taking several missions in row alongside promising to make batches of potions for the other medics was not a good idea.

As it currently stood, he was paying for the pile of work he placed upon his shoulders. Potion making drained his magic, while being out on the field required some energy to keep his patients safe and alive and adding having to dodge or defend himself from the odd terror did leave some weariness. The young man's shoulders slumped a bit while he walked, one of his pale hands pushing his glasses up to rub his eyes. That was when he felt a high speed individual bump into him, knocking him down immediately. Glasses were knocked away, skidding across the hallway floor, leaving Malakai practically blind. First, his brown eyes glanced down the hallway watching the hurrying medic's blurry form sprint away. An annoyed sigh escape the ravenette's lips as his eyes searched desperately for his glasses, hands patting the ground. One thing was certain, Malakai had to find his glasses before somebody broke them, unless they were already broken. The black frames and thick lenses were durable, but one strong step and they would crack and break.

Soon, Malakai was biting his lower lip as he began to search more frantically for his eye wear. Without his glasses, the ravenette would definitely not be able to drive home safely and Malakai knew his father was working late; disturbing him to ask for an awkward ride home sounded horrible. There was a worried look coming across the field medic's face, how far had they slid away?!

"Where are they? Where are they?" Malakai murmured quietly.

The ravenette searched around his bag before extending his search, eyes looking around hopelessly for his precious glasses. Distress was evident on his face while he crawled around in desperate search for his glasses with worry that they may get broken. There were footsteps approaching, but Malakai was far too busy trying to search for his spectacles. Today did not seem keen on giving the young medic a break quite yet.

THERE ARE SOME MEMORIES,

A quick glance at the watch on Malakai's right wrist was taken, he had arrived early as was planned originally. The young, shy man needed a few moments to run over his mental plan and to perhaps somehow gain some courage; even if it was meager! While he thought over his plans, Malakai read over the labels on the bottles, making certain all the proper potions and salves were brought. The carefully etched letters written in black ink smudged his fingers slightly, these were definitely pieces of the batch he made prior to heading out. In a cautious manner the little bottles were placed onto the table, sorted into their various categories of use. Pain relievers, healing assistants, salves that rid wounds of infection were all given their own specific area for the sake of organization.

Some were mixtures of two different categories, which caused them to be placed slightly apart from the group. Once satisfied with the organization, Malakai smiled sightly. Perhaps this would not be that bad, maybe he could do an excellent job of teaching this young apprentice. Then again there was always Murphy's Law that stated that if things could go wrong they would. Upon the thought of the accused concept, the tall man's smile vanished and his fatalistic personality went into overdrive as his mind informed him of numerous negative outcomes. There was a chance the apprentice could be the intimidating sort, or they could be allergic to the ingredients in the potions, or maybe he would accidentally teach them the incorrect concept resulting in a disaster! What if he scared them, causing them to fail their field test and inevitably hate him forever?! Eventually, Malakai found himself incredibly nervous again as he began to chew his bottom lip out of habit.

The ravenette pushed up his black framed glasses and glanced at his watch again, that was when a frown came across his face. It was a few minutes passed the time he had given the apprentice, which meant they were running late or maybe has intentions of not showing up. Both suggested possible confrontation should it transform into a consistent habit, which caused Malakai to grow worried. Confrontation was, admittedly, something he had a small fear of due to his poor social skills. Almost each line was a stutter when he spoke to a stranger, how was he suppose to look intimidating when he could barely speak! A few moments later he just manage to hear a barely audible at the door, causing his gaze to drift towards it as the young girl walked in. Presumably, this was his apprentice considering the colours on her uniform, and when she stated her name it rung a few bells. The short red hair was a tad unruly, suggesting a possible rush. Malakai gave her the benefit of the doubt and presumed it was merely a one time occasion; it seemed only fair to the young man after all. It took him a moment to realize he had yet to say a word, which caused him to mentally curse his horrible social skills.

"H-hi, Theresa. I'm... uh... Malakai Moors and I um... guess I'm your mentor," his words came out nervously.

In response to his own tone, Malakai flinched and dropped his gaze to the floor. Instantly he wished for improved social skills despite the fact his prayers were likely to fall upon deaf ears. In order to calm the rising anxious feelings inside him, the young man took a deep breath and exhaled.

"P-please, take a seat," he said. For a moment, Malakai paused while he thought through what his mentor did. "And if there is, uh... anything you would like t-to know... just speak up."

Only a couple of moments had passed and the full-fledged field medic already felt like a social mess in front of his apprentice. It caused him to feel more clueless to why they had chosen him to train this apprentice; truthfully he could not possibly be a proper choice. Once again the habit returned and Malakai found himself awkwardly chewing his lower lip while he tried to figure out what to do next.

[ Oh! I deeply apologize for that, I didn't realize how small it was. @-@ My bad, fixed it in the first post and will maintain this size in future posts/threads if it is adequate. ]

THERE ARE SOME MEMORIES,

An objective was in Malakai's mind, which was to gather ingredients in an attempt to make a potion that could possibly rid wounds of infection, edge off pain and lastly help to heal the area. It was a rather ambitious project especially due to the numerous close calls of the potion exploding on him, in fact the ravenette had gained a tiny cut on his cheek from one occasion. However, a majority of his supplies had been expended on the project, which meant that it was about time that Malakai gathered some new supplies. He had a steely determination to complete this project after all, or at least make some more progress on it; not to mention he needed to refill his current potion stores for his medical work.

Thus, the young man had changed from the old clothing he wore for potion making into the usual button up white top and jean combo. As usual, the buttons were done up right to the top despite his jacket hiding his scar adorned torso excellently. A black jacket remain hung around his shoulders, the zipper all the way up in order to spare himself from the grief of the cold outside. Today was particularly cold considering there was a light snowfall and a horrible wind coming in from the west. Although, it was only a mild concern considering that Malakai had no plans to walk to the mall where he usually got his supplies. After all the kindly daughter of one of the stores always gave him a discount if he was purchasing for the TRS. The reasoning behind her sweet exposition was unknown to the tall, black-haired man; he merely thought it was from the bottom of her heart. Perhaps a thank-you for helping those who risked their life to protect Lorsette from the monstrous terrors.

With simple ease the man entered the mall and weaved through the numerous people who crowded the corridors of the Halo Crown Mall. The entire time, his head remained downwards, only glancing up every so often to make certain he was not about to crash into anybody. When the occasional eye contact was made, instantly glanced away as his shyness sparked to life. It was rather strange how he felt incredibly anxious just to look at somebody's face, especially if he barely knew the person. He just could not help it, even having reassuring thoughts running through his mind did little to cease his social awkwardness. Once he entered the store that carried his usual supplies, Malakai felt himself calm slightly since there was a lack of crowding inside the store. Although, he attempted to avoid the few people in the store since the location suggested possible interest in similar hobbies.

Shortly, Malakai had gathered the various ingredients he needed before heading to the front till. The shop owner's daughter was there as usual, a wide and friendly grin on her face while she waved at him. Her hair was in the usual brown ringlets that framed her face, her lips highlighted by lipstick that made them look a touch more red. In modern society, she would be the conventional term of beautiful with her physique and high cheek bones; there was a reason why people stated she should be a model. As he approached some idle chatter started, Malakai's stuttering slighter due to vague familiarity with her. Only a few moments later did he discover why perhaps he received a discount from her specifically.

An offer was made to go to the movies once she finished work, and on her voice was a tone that screamed flirtation as she added a few more words. There was little Malakai could say since he simply was not interested; this was one of the banes of being an in the closet homosexual. He looked away, unable to think of a polite way to turn her down without stating that he was not interested in girls. His brown eyes caught the bag filled with his supplies, by some miracle he actually had an excuse.

"S-sorry, can't. Have to w-work, you know? Potions... and such since I need to make sure I have enough, for... um missions," Malakai said quietly. After noting that it sounded a little rude, he quickly added to it. "N-n-not that a friendly outing would not be nice! You know... as friends cause that... um... sounds like fun... I'm just... uh, busy. Sorry..."

Momentarily, Malakai flinched as he realized how awkwardly his words came out. She looked rather displeased, likely only giving him the discount to be kind; or to perhaps hold onto the grim hopes that it would change. Only a small polite smile remained on her face, something merely given to a customer, not necessarily a friend. Once the exchange was finished, Malakai said his goodbyes which received no answer. That made him feel guilty, why could he not have agreed then explained he was homosexual? The answer was too obvious and caused him to look at his feet while he slowly walked away. Fear, it was pure and simple, the concept of opening up about his sexuality was simply too frightening after the torture his mother submitted him to.

With that, Malakai began to walk through the corridor with a single bag of supplies; there was no reason why he should not take a look around while he was here. Mentally, he went over a small list of items that his father had been looking for since picking stuff up was the least he could do. Thus, the tall ravenette began to wander around the Halo Crown Mall in wonder of what he could find within the numerous shops.