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Post by Vaughn Mallori on Aug 17, 2017 20:40:34 GMT
There was business to conduct for the busy second-in-command of the Aimon Settlement and the specified meeting place named by an unknown individual was on the other side of town. Somebody had contacted him, insisting that Vaughn should meet them at Golden Skull Bar; a place that the masked man was personally not well acquainted with. Thus during the early hours of the morning, Vaughn had set out to make his way across town to attend this requested meeting. Some of his fellow settlers had insisted for him to ignore the request or at least bring guards, but at every step the second-in-command had refused the assistance. They were simply unaware of his capabilities and believed that the only effect the Maras had on him was the mask permanently attached to his face.
At a slow pace with a limp in his step, the masked man continued down the streets, being wary of his surroundings all the while. The sun remained high in the sky, causing the stark white mask on Vaughn's face to gleam. There was little concern in attending this meeting with another survivor since if it was necessary he could use his abilities. However, there was always the problem of somebody from the settlement seeing him using the various powers he had. Vaughn kept them hidden for the simply reason of the Aimon Settlement being less accepting of gifted, especially if they shared various physical mutations as well. His surroundings gradually changed as he continued his leisurely pace and he began to wish the meeting place was not far. The common complaints from his permanently injured left leg in the form of pain began to occur, however, he refused the use of his pain suppression.
Should the meeting go violent, Vaughn wanted all the energy he could to fight his way out. Whenever he left the safety of the settlement, his goal was always to return to Midori, his precious niece. The idea of leaving her alone in this terrifying new world weighed heavy on his mind. It was fate he never wanted Midori to meet since his niece was one of the most important people in his life and his oath to Derek gave him further determination to keep going to take care of her. When Vaughn glanced around again, he noticed the sign that read 'THE GOLDEN SKULL BAR' which meant he had finally arrived. His yellow eyes glanced over the structure, noticing the cracked windows, but otherwise the bar was relatively unharmed. Taking some caution, the masked man inspected the surroundings of the building to make certain there were no traps or anything that indicated fighting.
He walked around the building, through the various alleyways filled with gutter water and along the street. There appeared to be nothing, but a small scuffle that may have occurred between a pair of rats. There was hesitation as Vaughn approached the door, meeting a mysterious individual at a location not chosen by himself was somewhat frightening. The masked man glanced at his surroundings once more to be certain nobody was watching him, then he gently pushed the door open. As the door open, a small chime was made from the bell at the top of the door. Vaughn entered slowly, taking a glance around the dusty inside of the bar, it appeared to not have many inhabitants in anything, however, he would not doubt if they remained in the back if somebody did live within the walls of the bar.
A few slow steps were taken into the establishment, which left the door to swing closed behind the masked man. Vaughn's yellow eyes glanced around the interior of the building, mostly finding battered stools and a few pieces of broken furniture. The walls possessed hints of water damage, but remained sturdy. Compared to many of the buildings the masked man had seen, the Golden Skull Bar did appear relatively undamaged. The masked man took a few more slow steps into the bar, noticing that a majority of the alcohol had been stolen, which made sense considering the uses of the liquid. As Vaughn moved around the establishment, the floor quietly creaked below him. He glanced around once more, even taking a peak behind the bar itself, before leaning against one of the walls to give his aching leg some well-needed rest. While he stood, he kept a vigilant watch for danger; the last thing he wanted was for some unexpected person to attack him.
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Post by Hanshin Hishirugi on Aug 18, 2017 15:32:34 GMT
Hishirugi, Hanshin
He didn't like talking to strangers, even though a life of isolation made virtually everyone a stranger. He had even said as much, verbatim, to most of the people he met. The figure was stall, slim with dense, but compact muscle compressed into a slim frame. His skin was ebony, the irises of his eyes a blood red, and a brown afro obscured much of the upper parts of his face, and the back of his head. A high black collar was drawn up to the bridge of his nose, concealing his appearance from the nose down. The entire outfit he wore was black, mostly leather, including the elbow-length black leather fingerless gloves and black leather boots. As he walked closer to the mysterious, run-down building, his gait was straight, his long legs taking long fluid strides, but there was also a bit of stiffness in his walk, as if he were deliberately calculating every aspect of the steps he took, to a bizarre extent. As the man walked, he would occasionally glance around himself, occasionally stopping entirely, and raising his arms up a little, like some kind of Western gunslinger, despite being seemingly unarmed. After a few moments, though, and with no threat in sight, he would wriggle his fingers slightly, lower his arms, and begin walking again, his hands usually back in his pockets again. He had scrutinized the dilapidated building quite intensively as he came up to it, but even as he came to the entrance, he paused again, tilting his head forward and a bit to the side, as if listening to his surroundings. He remained inhumanly still for a few moments, still as a statue, then he took a visible breath, let it out slowly, then proceeded into the run down building. Nothing outwardly would change as he walked in, his pace much slower than it had been outdoors, but he scanned the room slowly, slower than most might, his eyes occasionally narrowing at certain points, as if he was seeing something he disapproved of, even in places where it seemed like nothing was going on, or nobody even was.<br><br>Despite a wall between where he was standing, and the masked stranger was standing, the man's eyes stopped right where he'd be looking if the wall wasn't there, where the masked man was presently located. He paused his approach, mid-step, then straightened his form, squaring his shoulders and removing the slight slouch he'd had while walking, back straight, his head tilted forward a bit, and eyes narrowing as if concentrating on something. He took a few more cautious steps forward, maneuvering as if trying to remain outside of some invisible circle that, within its hypothetical center would be the man with the mask, but eventually made it past the threshold of the wall separating the two, coming within plain view of the masked man, where both could see the other. He then stopped again, creating a sort of awkward silence between the two, as the other man seemed to take in the peculiar man who was walking through the establishment like some kind of eccentric mime. He then spoke two words in a deep, softspoken voice: "I'm here." [/font] Zephyr Wolf Vaughn Mallori [/div][/div]
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Post by Zephyr Wolf on Aug 19, 2017 22:58:27 GMT
Zephyr was always out and about these days. He was one of the few people who could travel with little worry about Maras Beasts, since he could tame them. Of course his biggest secret was that he could become one, for a short period.
And that was how he was traveling now. He was in the form of a black fox, with fire dappled fur. Having borrowed the form from Ember. He was, of course, still male, that was one aspect that never changed. Possibly for the better, in Zeph's opinion. Since Ember didn't much tolerate females of any kind.
He was on the search for something new. He wasnt sure what, but he needed things to trade, and as a small fox, he could find those things with greater ease. He stumbled a bit when the pants he had in his mouth loosed a random leg, catching in his legs as he trotted.
He decided it was a good time to change back, since he was reaching his limit anyway. Ducking through a gap in the basement window of the Golden Skull, he changed back...er...mostly. As was common when he was in a form too long some aspects remained, but he was at least able to get his pants on and ignore the black furred ears, and the whiskers. At least he didnt have a tail, those were hard to deal with when you had pants.
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on Aug 20, 2017 0:20:21 GMT
Waiting was an easy task for Vaughn considering his last few years of high school consisted of him awaiting the arrival at his friend in numerous scenarios and his patience was further nurtured from assisting his brother in child care. There was also the bliss in hushing the complaints of his left leg with some form of rest; a pleasantry the masked man always appreciated. His arms soon moved from their position at his side, crossing themselves while he waited for the stranger to arrive. To keep some precaution, Vaughn had arrived early in case this was indeed an ambush since his early arrival could possibly throw off possible assailants, although, it was a difficult thing to time given the lack of clocks.
Gradually the pain in his permanently injured leg dimmed from his more relaxed position and once the grumbles of pain were nonexistent, the masked man felt content. Beneath his mask, Vaughn possessed a lip tight grin. As minutes ticked by, the tall man figured his company would be arriving shortly, thus he dusted himself off from the long walk, adjusted his top hat, red suit coat and bow tie in preparation for the utmost professionalism. Keeping up formalities was an important to Vaughn, since a lack of it could possibly mean a loss of a new Aimon settler or perhaps even current ones. Once he completely giving himself a quick clean up, he clapped his hands together to rid the feeling of dust on his bare hands while he leaned back against the bar wall. Only a few moments later did the door's bell ring which told of the fellow survivors arrival. Vaughn's yellow eyes glanced up and shortly caught glimpse of the man who had entered the establishment. He surveyed the stranger who entered from a distant, trying to measure how much of a threat he would be based on the current standing. Unfortunately, results were always inconclusive due to the effects Maras had on humans, but the masked man still considered it something to work with.
Remaining in his current position, Vaughn watched as the mysterious man began to approach. The masked man began to note certain things about the bar's newcomer, specifically the dark attire he wore and the fact that the high, dark collar hid the lower features of his face. It gave the man a further air of mystery and made Vaughn tense slightly, the grin previously on his face fading. A distance was kept, almost as though a thick invisible barrier kept them separated. There was an awkward silence, the kind that only made Vaughn a tad nervous. Naturally, people likely found the masked man's appearance strange considering the large smirk his former theater masked possessed. The masked man nodded at the soft words that came from the stranger's mouth, their lack of hostility a comfort. The tension drained from Vaughn's body, it appeared that this survivor was not planning to ambush him, however, he still kept an air of caution.
"It's a pleasantry to see you arrived safely." Vaughn began, starting with friendly words. "I am a representative of the Aimon Settlement, Vaughn Mallori to be specific, and am I correct to presume you are the one who contacted us?"
In a smooth tone the words flowed out of Vaughn's mouth. As he spoke, he shifted to his feet, folding his arms behind his back to give himself a more professional feeling. This was significant business and the masked man refused to drop formalities with these types of matters.
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Post by Hanshin Hishirugi on Aug 21, 2017 13:41:48 GMT
Hishirugi, Hanshin
He was sure there was probably a better way to introduce himself, but the figure in the mask seemed to have enough social savvy for the both of them.
"Vaughn Mallori?" Hanshin spoke, his lips moving beneath the dark fabric that concealed the lower part of his face. He said the word as if testing speech, and tasting the name he spoke at the same time. If Vaughn were to notice such things (and he probably would), he'd notice a hint of uncertainty in the other man's eyes. "Mister Vaughn Mallori, I guess would be most proper."
He paused for a moment, his eyes turning a bit to the side as if weighing whether or not it would be proper to use 'Mister' first or not, but then his eyes turned back to Vaughn's face...or, rather, his masked face.
"Hanshin Hishirugi." He replied. He normally didn't make eye contact with people, but it was somehow easier when the man had the mask on, than when he interacted with people whose faces were bare. He was afraid of staring, but the mask both creeped him out, and excited him; he liked things that were new and unusual, but he couldn't help but wonder what kind of face was beneath the mask. Was he some kind of horribly disfigured mutant, or was he just a gentleman with a sense of humor who hid his face as some kind of joke? Or perhaps it was something psychological or political, well over Hanshin's own head.
"I am probably him, yes. I was encouraged to contact, and introduce myself to, someone at Aimon. To see what I could get involved in, find other like minds."
He spoke low, deliberately, enunciating his vowels and consonants with almost Oxfordian correctness, almost like he wanted to adopt an English accent, but wasn't quite pretentious enough to adopt one. Somehow, though, with his apparent unease in social situations, one would probably get the impression that this was just how he talked, weird or not."I can do stuff to pull my weight, I certainly don't expect a free ride. I'm just uninterested in the whole 'lone wolf' thing. I feel like I've done that enough."Zephyr Wolf Vaughn Mallori
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Post by Zephyr Wolf on Aug 21, 2017 17:33:30 GMT
Zephyr headed up the stairs, if he was lucky he'd find a bottle of liquor that was missed by previous salvage parties that he could sell off. He swung the door to the basement open and stopped in his tracks. The Masked Man of the settlement, one of their leader type figures, and another, a stranger, were talking.
"Sorry about that. I'll just head out the door, dont mind me..."
However he made no move to leave. Because if he did, the ears atop his head would be clear to see. And he was careful to hide his shape shifting from the settlement's people. They tended to be fearful of mutants, and he had no wish to be the target of a modern day witch hunt.
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on Aug 23, 2017 17:57:45 GMT
Behind the white mask, Vaughn studied the brunette in a search to find signs of discomfort. Making the exchange smooth would assure his safety alongside the possibility of positive views for the Aimon Settlement. The stranger tested his name, almost as if he testing the sound of it. That was when the masked man caught a glimpse of uncertainty in the other man's eyes. Although only slight, it was still a mild concern for Vaughn since predicting the actions of an unknown individual was difficult. The man seemed keen on keeping up formalities, but the masked man wanted to attempt to make the conversation friendlier.
"You may just call me Vaughn, it would definitely be easier," he stated.
A nod of acknowledgement was given when the stranger stated his name; which was an excellent start. However, the oddity of the conversation was how Hanshin seemed to be staring at Vaughn's mask. It always caused a slight feeling of discomfort in the mask man, but prior to usual he got adjusted to the gaze shortly. After months spent with a mask permanently attached to his face, he had gotten use to the peculiar looks he received. Naturally, Vaughn began to brush off any staring despite the slight awkwardness he felt when people stared at his face. Keeping a still and silent disposition, the masked man listened to what the mysterious individual had to say as he informed his that he was likely the one meant to contact him. A small smile appeared on Vaughn's lips beneath the mask, it was an instinct; oftentimes used as an attempt to make the other conversation participant comfortable. For a few more moments, Vaughn remained silent as Hanshin talked further.
"I see. Aimon would likely hold people with similar mindedness. It is a large establishment after all," Vaughn began. "That is understandable, surviving alone in the post-apocalypse is a rather difficult task. I learned that during merely the first few weeks of survival. I'm certain as long as you're capable to help out the settlement will welcome you with open arms."
There was never a complete guarantee considering the variable of this man being gifted still remained. His fellow settlers were always wary of those who possessed gifts, thus why he remained silent about his own. Being a mutant still was mildly concerning to them, but as long as they believed he was powerless they were less likely to be uncomfortable around him. Vaughn noticed the sound of somebody coming up the stairs, his hand hovering around the handle of one of the custom berettas, but returned to the previous position he was in once the maker of the noise revealed himself. The man stated that he would leave, but alas did not move to accomplish said task.
"By all means you may leave. I do not imagine you need the permission of anybody here," Vaughn stated.
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Post by Hanshin Hishirugi on Aug 25, 2017 14:15:07 GMT
Hishirugi, Hanshin
He had been too preoccupied with figuring out how to interact with Vaughn, that even his own enhanced senses had not picked up on the movements of the other. His body and mind were trained not to give off any outward appearance of being startled, but he felt his pulse quicken nonetheless. His eyes shifted over to the newcomer, subconsciously splitting his focus between the masked man and the one who had just arrived.
"I see no hurry to leave. The place is in shambles. So long as it isn't against some social protocol..." His eyes turned to Vaughn, head slightly tilted as if asking Vaughn whether or not it was taboo for the newcomer to pilfer alcohol from the run-down bar, then he turned his eyes back to the other. "...I don't see any problem with you doing as you must. If I were the owner, and I'd abandoned this place, I wouldn't care who did what in it, so long as nobody expected me to take responsibility."
There was so much he had left to learn. Like a few others, he had clung to the neighborhood and general location he had been in when disaster had struck, bringing about this 'Apocalypse' everyone was now speaking of. When the bizarre, mutated monstrosities had attacked his city, gradually turning it into something from some kind of Post-Apocalyptic Horror film, he had thought it was an insane burst of adrenaline when he had managed to evade the attacks of the monsters, and run to safety. He had been so overwhelmed by the painful beating of his heart, and the thunderous sound of his blood pounding in his ears, to even notice that he was moving at speeds that were...unusual for a human.
Since then, he had been wandering, thanking his father whose violent - but education - tutelage had helped him create shelter for himself, forage for food, and elude detection from potential predators. There were a few mishaps along the way, such as trying to yank a branch out of a slender tree, life dwindling but still healthy enough to resist, and the tree splitting from the sheer force of the jerk. Such as scrabbling around with his hands to find a handhold when he had stepped right into a hunter's trap-pit, and finding absolutely no pain nor discomfort when he caught a root with his outstretched hand, or the fact that his body felt light as a feather as he easily climbed his way out of the pit.
But this world was still strange to him, new to him. As much as these new traits impressed him, he knew he could not be careless, and he needed to keep his wits about him. * * *
Already a little tense and anxious with the masked man - no, Vaughn - it was all he could do not to react outwardly when the other person's arrival caused a painful jolt in his chest. But after saying his words, he simply turned his body slightly, so that his body language indicated paying attention to both parties - more a deliberate effort not to be impolite, than what might be intuitive to most people - and he continued where he had left off with Vaughn before.
"You may call me Hanshin, or "Han". This Settlement, 'Aimon' I believe it's called, how able-bodied do you have to be to fit in there?"
It was a veiled question, probably more vague than Hanshin intended, but both Vaughn and Zephyr would likely be smart enough to catch that this was a veiled question, less speaking to able bodied humans, perhaps an awkward attempt to ask If I'm stronger than the people around me, will I be able to fit in, or will it cause me to be singled out and alienated?
Hanshin wouldn't realize how vague he was being, but he always knew that he relied upon the intelligent people he met to sometimes analyze his cryptic speech and realize what he meant, and he appreciated them for being able to see through his otherwise nigh unintelligible speech patterns.
"I'm sure it's awkward, stranger, but you were just here as this gentleman and myself exchanged names. You know ours, may I be so bold as to ask yours, before you go on your way?" He paused for a moment, then added, "You may stay too, if this gentleman doesn't mind, I'm not trying to rush you out. Just saying..."
Too verbose! The thought came forcefully, and Hanshin made himself stop babbling, a bad habit of his when he became nervous. Give somebody else a chance to talk. Zephyr Wolf Vaughn Mallori
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Post by Zephyr Wolf on Aug 25, 2017 17:39:09 GMT
Zephyr watched the two, but still did not move, the ears atop his head were not shrinking fast enough.
When asked for his name he only hesitated a moment.
"Zephyr Wolf. I relocate Maras Beasts for the Aimon Settlement. However I do not live there as my power makes the people nervous. I know of you, Vaughn Mallory, Though i have not spoken to you directly."
He blinked as a suddenly ray of light from the shifting sun reflected off of several mirrors within the old bar and cast him in light. Revealing his ears, and the fact his eyes still retained the reflective properties of an animal...
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Post by Vaughn Mallori on Aug 27, 2017 1:38:55 GMT
The slight push Vaughn made towards the newly arrived stranger's exit was shortly a concept tossed aside. It was not remotely bothersome, the masked man had simply thought it easier to speak between the two of them without the white haired stranger's presence. Not to mention the white haired man was another variable which led to another stream of possibly unexpected events. Vaughn's yellow eyes began to examine the newcomer from the current distant, he seemed peaceful, however, as of caution he weighed the current visible threat. Afterwards his gaze returned to man cloaked in dark clothes, the other man's presence did not seem to bother him.
"Truthfully, there is no protocol stating that a fellow survivor cannot enter a conversation akin to this. I'm personally unburdened by the his presence if you are alright by it," Vaughn answered formally. "So long as peace is maintained, verbal or otherwise, I will not complain."
If Vaughn was being completely honest, he would have stated that the newcomer's presence made him a tad tense. The masked man doubted some sort of ambush, but nonetheless the thought weighed heavily upon his mind. Midori needed him alongside the various other people who lived within the walls of the settlement. Ever so slightly Vaughn moved to allow both men into his line of sight, both as a precaution and act of politeness. Furthermore it gave representation of openness, a trait Vaughn hoped to at least exhibit in body language despite himself lacking the quality. His movements were subtle, an act of caring for his weaker leg and a certainty not to cause sparks of discomfort in it. Most of his attention was focused on the dark haired stranger, Hanshin as he referred to himself, began where they had last left off. There was hesitation as Vaughn debated his answer, with the way the world currently was the word 'able-bodied' could essentially be referred to as supernatural or lacking. Once his thoughts were organized, a gentle sigh left the masked man's lips.
"Naturally, the settlement does need able-bodied people like most groups do. Aimon does accept people who lack ability and those who are extreme." Vaughn said before hesitating again as he thought over how to exactly state his next words. "But, I won't lie. Some settlers do have difficulties accepting gifted into the community. A while ago we had an occurrence where some of out gifted survivors lost control of their abilities and the results were grim. I personally do not have a problem with those who are gifted, since they do assist in making our settlement stronger, but of course my opinion is not shared with all my fellow settlers."
The explanation was simple and the masked man put an effort in to state some reasoning, a portion of it being a safeguard for his own secret. Being gifted himself had caused Vaughn to accept the concept of abilities and that some cases were dangerous, however, speaking out against how they were treated was impossible. Outing himself as a gifted ran an extremely high risk towards how himself and more significantly, Midori, got treated. It was most definitely a hardship to merely stand silently on the sidelines while the out of control gifted faced execution should their ability have the possibly of fatality. The masked man's attention returned to the current scenario when Hanshin began to asked for the newcomer's name. This caused Vaughn's gaze to drift over towards the stranger with white hair, his eyes catching a particular oddity to the man's appearance. A pair of ears atop the man's head, perhaps a mutation or something else. When the man mentioned his name as Zephyr Wolf, Vaughn's eyes glinted with familiarity; the man worked with Aimon and Vaughn knew of a few of his exploits.
"As most have I suppose, especially since my appearance causes me to be rather noticeable amidst a crowd not to mention my rank alone makes me a common mention I would presume," Vaughn stated. "However, I've also heard a portion of your exploits and have never gotten the opportunity to properly meet you, but it is wonderful that I have the chance to now. Also, you are welcomed to stay if you're in no rush that is. Would not want to keep you if you're expected elsewhere."
Vaughn's eyes continued their examination of Zephyr; his curiosity had piqued when the name had been given. Being a second-in-command and hearing the name of a helpful affiliate for Aimon had generated a sense of wonder. Yet, the man seemed keen on remaining somewhat hidden, but the masked man did not question the concept.
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