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Post by Vaughn Mallori on May 21, 2017 0:46:40 GMT
On rare occasions the second-in-command, Vaughn, left the confines of the Aimon Settlement to explore post-apocalyptic Nootau with slight certainty that his precious niece, Midori, was safe from any possible harm. Today seemed like an excellent one to leave with wispy clouds lazily drifting through the endless blue sky and the sun a bright circle in the sky. The warmth of the sun was countered by a pleasant breeze from the north and if the apocalypse had not arrive Vaughn probably would have seen children playing in the various yards of the residential area. Alas, Madman had instead caused an eerie silence to befall the neighborhood that may have once bustled with life.
Despite pain suppression being viable method to cease the limp in his steps, Vaughn continued with his lopsided walk. It would be incredibly awkward if a fellow Aimon Settler were to see their superior missing their peculiar limp and faking it was more uncomfortable than tolerating the mild pain; not to mention when the protests of his injured knee became increasingly worst it often times meant it would be time for a break. Thus, with each step a needle of pain would trigger in his knee, but he could still walk at a surprisingly fast pace, or at least faster than most would expect. Although, he was certain that he would require a small break soon to rest the ache in his left leg.
Prior to usually, Vaughn wore his red coat and black hat with the red band around the base. Although, he could never be certain himself whether or not they were actually red, he was colour blind and always found red a hard one to decipher; for the most part he had taken his fellow settler's word for it. Strapped to his upper legs were the pair of custom berettas that he used as his primary weapon opposed to his body modification. The ability was a secret alongside his super speed and the masked individual still viewed it as a requirement to be hushed about the concept of his gifts. Sunlight glistened off the plastic mask that got permanently attached to his face while he walked down the sidewalk with his wits about him.
Vaughn continued on his way through the residential area, but every so often an unsteady step would plague his irregular walk. His old injury was getting to him once again. Eventually, he tripped up on a large crack in the sidewalk and narrowly kept himself upright. The pain that lanced up his leg caused him to wince as his knee protested against his walking. With an inaudible sigh, Vaughn's yellow eyes searched for a place to rest for a few moments. The man was in no rush after all, he had settled all business before leaving the settlement for some exploration. Eventually, he noticed a small house that had very few windows. It seemed like a proper location to have a quick rest.
With a slow pace, Vaughn approached the door, but found it a tad difficult to get open. That was a tremendous nuisance that warranted some quick body modification to force the door open. The masked man preformed a brief scan of his surroundings, double checking to make certain that not a soul was around. Once he was fairly certain he was safe, Vaughn modified himself to give himself more strength then slammed a shoulder into the door. A loud bang sounded and a squeal of protest as the door gave way and the masked fellow was able to slip into the safety of the home, however, it was unlikely the door would be closing again. He had not thought that the hinges and mechanisms may have deteriorated with the coming of the post-apocalypse.
The door squeal as he pushed it closer to its threshold to provide some sort of barrier between him and the outside world. Slowly, Vaughn drew one of his custom berettas and began to do a quick search despite the protests of his sore knee. There was little chance he would risk someone sneaking up on him, he still had to look after Midori for Derek's sake after all.
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Post by Sophia Tanner on May 21, 2017 1:25:04 GMT
Sophia was sleeping upstairs of the house she had found for herself. The doors had been jammed so tight, no animals were able to get in, and the window at the top of the fire escape ladder was also jammed tight, but the vent for the home cooling unit was the perfect size for her to crawl in.
When the door burst open, she bolted upright, letting out a choked off squeak of panic. She pulled her hood over her head and bolted for the closet, slamming it shut behind and putting the wooden bar she had found across the lever style handles that kept the doors closed.
If it was people...they might take her back to her parents, but she didnt want to go back, and if it was animals....they would eat her...She whimpered, her body pumping out the pheromones that caused everything that breathed them in to become violent and aggressive, while the telepathic waves that further increased the effect pulsated out. She whimpered as her mind took her through all the possible outcomes it could, none of them pleasant.
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on May 21, 2017 22:09:49 GMT
There was a door slam which caused Vaughn to tense a moment, but he dared not rush ahead in case this was an ambush. Whilst he cleared room after room, Vaughn found his emotions were getting very peculiar as he continued. Being a patient sort, the masked man rarely found himself feeling angry or raring for a fight, but alas that seemed to be the case. As he entered each room, a strange hope that something or someone to fight would enter his mind, it was preposterous. Eventually, he was getting annoyed with himself to the point where he shook his head in frustration before taking a few moments of calm breathing.
Cautiously, he leaned against a hallway wall, his eyes scanning up and down the corridor, which led to a wooden staircase. His hate for stairs was increasing, but Vaughn did his best to push the emotions back and keep a clear head. Loosing his thought process could be a serious problem if whoever was inside the house was dangerous. The breathing seemed to help very little with these intense emotions of anger, thus with an annoyed sigh he ascended the stairs. As he neared the room where whimpers came from, the emotions became stronger which made it clear that there was something wrong. Vaughn was not daring enough to merely enter the room, it seemed like a terrible idea considering his peculiar mental state. Without much choice, Vaughn was forced to clench his empty hand in a fist to keep himself calm.
With a final, soothing breath, he spoke as calm as he could manage. "Excuse me? Is there somebody in there? I promise I have no plans to harm you. I greatly apologize for my intrusion, I genuinely thought this home to be empty."
Once again the strange anger roused, making Vaughn feel more impatient than usual, but he bit down on his lip to make certain he would not utter something hostile. Slowly, he returned the beretta he held to the safety of its holster in an attempt to seem friendlier; and to keep himself from accidentally firing the gun. For once, he was thankful for the mask being permanently melded to his face, it meant nobody could see this peculiar anger he felt. Whilst he waited, Vaughn leaned against the wall and gently tapped his fingers against the wall in an attempt to calm himself. The most he could do was direct the anger at himself, which he hoped would work.
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Post by Sophia Tanner on May 21, 2017 22:37:12 GMT
Sophia couldnt help it, when the man spoke, she whimpered louder, almost a mewling sound. She hadn't come across any friendly people at all, and the last people she did meet had tried to catch her with a net, talking about 'her price' and the 'the market'.
She was twelve, she knew about the old slave trade, and read a lot of books, so she had realized what they meant right away, and had run. Was this man one of them? The fear made her want to cry, and she was worried she might wet herself if she got anymore scared.
She was such a coward, but she had to be, she couldn't fight, and she couldn't run very fast. She simply sat in the barricaded closet whimpering, hoping he would go away.
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on May 22, 2017 2:47:22 GMT
With fingers drumming against the wall, Vaughn remained where he was trying to remain calm. Submitting to the spiral of anger would definitely only have the situation a lot worst. The longer he stood there drumming his fingers, the more annoying the sound of drumming his fingers became. The masked man had to admit that whatever was the cause for these peculiar emotions was quite the nuisance when one must keep a calm air around him. Instead of tapping his fingers, Vaughn opted to merely cross his arms for a bit with a tight grip. His foot tapped impatiently as he stood in the hallway and heard a whimper come from the room. Clearly whatever was in there was not keen to confront him; Vaughn was fairly certain that may be a good thing.
"Are you alright in there? If you need medical attention I can escort you to the Aimon Settlement. You can be assured they will grant you access and I can personally attend to the affairs of getting you the attention you deserve." Although he doubted the person needed medical attention, he figured it was worth a try. However, he was amazed that he kept the anger from his voice while he spoke and that his words still remained rather sophisticated.
From what Vaughn could presume, the whimpering sounded similar to a little girl. Which meant that leaving her here would not be the proper thing to do. Besides, if he did leave whoever it was here he would likely be shredded with guilt. Thus, he stood and merely focused his anger on other things then the current situation since it seemed to be aiding him for the most part.
"I understand if you're frightened and why you may not feel overly keen to meet me after the cacophony of noise I made, but please, I just want to help." His voice remained reassuring as he spoke, praying that whoever was hiding in the room would come out before the random emotions drove him crazy.
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Post by Sophia Tanner on May 22, 2017 3:20:13 GMT
Sophia huddled into her hood, trembling. No one was ever nice, they might sound nice, but they never were. Everyone always started yelling eventually. Her mom, her dad, her brother was the worst. And now, every time she saw people, they were arguing, or fighting, or killing.
She huddled tightly in her hidey hole, but she could feel the pressure, she always got like this when she was super scared. If he didnt leave soon, she was going to make a mess. And she didnt have much clothing left. But if she went out now, he might not be safe, he might be lying to gain her trust. Or...distracting her until reinforcements could come...Why was her only ability one that let her grow weird body parts? All those others she had seen, with super powers, and she got stuck with...with growing a tail or a horn...
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on May 22, 2017 15:17:44 GMT
It became apparent to Vaughn that the stranger in the room had little intentions to leaving. As the minutes ticked by, it was getting increasingly difficult to stand around being mad, thus, Vaughn began to pace and contemplate how he going to get the person out of there. Alas, the peculiar anger was making it terribly difficult to think straight, but he was determined to think of something and not give way to the anger. Honestly, he had started directed it at things he hated, however, this sometimes deterred his train of thought when he delved into a mental rant. Vaughn eventually stopped, glancing towards the door and took a deep breath.
"Why don't you tell me your name? I will not force you to leave the safety of that room, but perhaps if we talk a few moments you may calm down. I would be racked with guilt if I left you here distraught." Vaughn began, hoping that small talk would do something. "Here, I will even start. I'm Vaughn Mallori, naturally most just stick with Vaughn. Now how about you, if you are willing to at least answer that."
He began to pace slowly, until his knee gave continuous protests against the concept; he hated that his knee could be such a nuisance. Thus, he returned back to leaning against the wall with crossed arms and gently chewing his bottom lip beneath the white mask. Vaughn kept a caution about this, both for unexpected visitors and to make certain he would not break skin. It was very awkward when you had to shove tissues into the hole a mask to stop one's lip from bleeding. The first time it had happened, many people gave him confused stares, thus he preferred to avoid it altogether.
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Post by Sophia Tanner on May 22, 2017 17:15:09 GMT
Sophia sniffled. Wonderful, now she was crying. Why did she have to be so cowardly and weak? Then the man asked her name, and a life of time of being forced to respond to adults automatically kicked in.
"S-Sophia..."
She clamped her mouth shut, both hands covering it. Before he could have at least written her off as an animal or something... She pushed herself further into the closet.
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on May 23, 2017 0:19:09 GMT
When the sound of faint crying came from the room, Vaughn was beginning to think that he was inevitably making everything worst. The individual was probably scared out of their wits after he bashed down the door without second thought. He was mad at himself for that, and even if this peculiar anger inducement was nonexistent he was fairly certain he would still be annoyed with himself. Alas, when the individual gave her name, Vaughn figured that perhaps he was getting somewhere. Constantly, he would switch methods to keep himself calm, he would tap on the wall, direct anger at other things and tap his foot.
"Sophia. That's a wonderful name," he began. He remained silent for a few moments before asking, "Are you alone, Sophia? Does not seem like many people are around these parts." He figured calling her by name would maybe smooth things over.
He could guess that the individual was a little girl based on the pitch of her voice; which meant Vaughn definitely could not just get up and leave. Whenever the malicious anger would insist, he would simply think 'what if it was Midori?' which seemed to keep it at bay. The idea of Midori being subjected to being alone and afraid during the apocalypse stirred sorrow, and anger, but he figured that was the strange anger inducement of this location speaking.
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Post by Sophia Tanner on May 23, 2017 0:59:05 GMT
Sophia whimpered again, and while she didnt WANT to leave the closet...she had to...she HAD to. Bar moved, doors open, and little yellow, rabbit ear hoody girl was zipping past him to the bathroom down the hall, slamming the door shut, which she bolted, and shoved the dresser against.
Once she had relieved herself, her fear lowered a bit, since she was no longer worried about wetting herself. Climbing onto the dresser, she unbolted the lock, and then pushed the dresser so the door could open a crack, but not all the way.
"Sorry..."
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on May 23, 2017 1:30:56 GMT
There was a minuscule amount of hope that the small talk would get Vaughn somewhere with helping or at least getting answers so he could leave. However, a second whimpered sounded, but also came the sound of a door opening. The masked man took a step forward, perhaps he had finally convinced her to leave the confines of the room, but then found himself mistaken. The little girl shot past him, causing him to backpedal, in surprise which in turn caused pain to spike up his leg. He felt his back collide with the wall, which balanced him while he bit down on his lip to keep himself from yelling. Sophia had worked quickly to create a barricade in another room and even if she had been slower it would have mattered very little. The sudden backpedal made his bad leg feel rather hellish.
He heard her apology, glanced at the door and took a few moments while he leaned against the wall. "It's alright. I know I'm an intruder here, but if you could avoid doing that again I would appreciate it. I got injured back in the early days of the apocalypse so my one leg is pretty bad since it never healed quite right." Vaughn kept his smooth by digging one of his nails into his thumbs, but not enough to draw blood.
There was impatience stirring, informing him that leaving was still a viable option in the current situation, but Vaughn still refused. He kept a slow breathing and reached down a moment to rub his sore knee in debate to whether or not using his pain suppression was a good idea. For the moment, he decided to leave it since the pain was not tremendous. He guessed that perhaps nobody was around since the girl made no threats about other survivors coming to her aid, but then again she could just be frightened. Working with frightened children was truly a difficult task.
"Do strangers scare you? I can hardly blame you if they do or if you think I may wrong you. Unfortunately, I might be here a while to rest. I hope you don't mind that. I promise I will not even come close to that door."
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Post by Sophia Tanner on May 23, 2017 1:48:28 GMT
Sophia peeked at him through the crack. The Mask was odd, but also, strangely, comforting. And when he mentioned his leg being sore, and she saw his limp, she pushed the dresser further out of the way, enough so the door could open wide enough for her to slip in and out fairly easily, but, should the need arise, she could bolt back in without him being able to slip in as well.
"There's a chair in the room over there. Big and squishy."
She pointed at an open door into what had once been a 'man cave' with a big TV and an armchair she used for sleeping in. The house had solar panels on the roof, so she had been able to watch some movies.
Her fear was quickly abating now that she had emptied her bladder, and seen that the man likely wouldnt be able to chase her. With the drop in her fear, came a pronounced drop in her antagonize ability.
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on May 24, 2017 0:33:38 GMT
Through the crack in the door, Vaughn could manage to get some sort of glance at the girl's face. Based on what he could see, Sophia was likely around 8-10 years old, but this was solely based on appearance. It appeared her fear faded a bit as she slipped through the door and into the hallway. Vaughn could already guess that Sophia was less concerned considering his notable limp and sore leg. The masked man listened to her as he directed him to a chair.
"Thank-you very much," he said simply.
With that, he slowly made his way towards the chair he was directed, his walk still lopsided. The tall man thought it would be best to retain his limp while he was in the little girl's company, it made him seem less threatening. Vaughn eased his way down, taking a few moments to compose himself, but found that the intense motion had faded for the time being with the lacking of Sophia's fear. Although, the masked man could not yet put two and two together, but for now he decided to relax his sore leg. Vaughn glanced in Sophia's general direction.
"Once again, I greatly apologize for frightening you. I can guarantee I had no intentions of doing so." He felt it was necessity to apologize for his intrusion again, it felt like the proper thing to do after all.
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Post by Sophia Tanner on May 24, 2017 3:45:28 GMT
Sophia shook her head vigorously.
"Mmm, I'm just a coward. Everything scares me..."
She fidgeted for a moment, then went got one of her precious cans of sliced pears, the can opener, and a pair of forks.
"Are...are you hungry?"
She had more food, but the pears were her favorite, and very hard to find following the bombs that had destroyed her family home, not directly, but because a large...something had crashed into the building after the initial impact.
"You...you arent with the men with the blue hats are you?"
The Blue hats...she always saw them on the men who came and grabbed others, or grabbed animals. They were the ones she knew were doing the slave trade. She checked her grip on the fork in her left hand, just in case she had to...stab him...
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Aimon Settlement Second-in-Command
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on May 25, 2017 2:06:42 GMT
When Sophia vigorously shook her head and stated that she was merely a coward, Vaughn frowned. Naturally, nobody would be able to tell considering the white mask that was permanently plastered to his face. Generally, Vaughn felt bad for the little girl since if she was a coward he probably scared her pretty badly; he also felt mildly mad at himself for scaring her.
"Either way, I do apologize. Besides, I'm certain I would be frightened if somebody suddenly broke down the door." It was attempt to make her feel better that was accompanied with a sympathetic smile that also could not be seen. When she offered him food, Vaughn merely shook his head. "No need to concern yourself with me. I work with that settlement in the west and I would not want to drain your resources, but thank-you for the offer."
From what Vaughn could tell, Sophia was a lot less afraid of him now, which was pleasant. He merely sat there and when he mentioned the blue hates he was not completely certain what to think. He had never heard of the group nor had he affiliated himself with men who wore blue hates. For a moment, Vaughn brought his hand to his chin and thought about it a few more moments, but nothing came to mind.
"I'm certainly not one of them, but I also am unaware of who they are. Can you explain, Sophia?" Vaughn began to inquire.
Being a second-in-command of the Aimon Settlement made him desire to know of the various groups in the city in case they were of use to the settlement, however, with the way Sophia had asked he could presume they were no good. Being a moralistic fellow meant that he would be unlikely to associate himself with injustice unless there was truly no choice in the matter.
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