by Auzdein von Himmler at April 4 Friday 2:25 pm EST
Auz loved the freezing, harsh wind. It reminded him of many mountain escapes he had enjoyed, as well as of the border of his home. Wearing only light traveler's garments, he enjoyed the day in them; the only taints, of course, being the foul stench of this somehow-Shift-surviving, lingering Outlander hive, as well as the cacophony of its perpetual dystopia. There was so much clash and bravado out here; it was only good for training, but Auz made the best of it none-the-less. His expedition, after all, was still on-going.
Never one to 'look for things' at this point, he only let them catch his heart's and eyes' attention. To think that he would find not one, but multiple Outlanders that he didn't immediately want to disfigure and sterilize... That was an amazing 'thing' to him. And sure enough.. today would be one of those surprising days. Two things, in fact, -and even before any wafting smells of cuisine or towering and tucked-away architecture- had already come into his mind.
Auz could feel the judgmentality and hatred all around him perhaps nearly as much as the fair elf could, but he had spent his entire life learning to block it out, deflect it, warp it, shoot it back after amplifying and seasoning it, and much, much more. The emotions he could feel (from himself and those around him), he had been taught to identify, isolate, and stow away for later use as energy. No matter how stark or 'black' some of those emotions were seen to be by others, they were all just scented tools to the Marine now, and he loved getting to use them on the unsuspecting misjudging him for one of their own.
Having studied humans and their body language for decades, it didn't take much for him to notice what the young elven lady's empathic sensory perception had picked up before him. Auz scanned quickly yet casually, spotting and locking onto the mud-eyed Outlander staring the visibly shaken and overwhelmed empath down. Part of Auz wanted to 'light her up' (getting in her face like a Drill Instructor) for not getting angry and charging forward at ramming-speed to blast and kill the idiotic aggressor, but part of him reminded himself of a time not long ago when he was just as shell-shocked and vulnerable. The Outlanders had 'checked' him, too. They had that affect on people.
Siding, as he always did, with the being who had the most light in their eyes (the light of the soul), Auz made his move, slipping into the crowd and meandering through 'blind spots' (beyond the peripheral range of the eyes) and 'dead space' (dips behind hills, and other out-of-sight places that your target cannot see or engage) until he was swiftly and silently coming right up onto the man...
Letting the would-be predator close in on his target, Auz followed him with a graceful, tireless gait; hiking heavy rucks up mountains in smoldering heat while on fractured legs did that to a person. While the man paid less and less attention to his surroundings in true Outlander fashion, neglecting his gut and senses as if they were vestigial, Auz on the other hand continued to listen to and feel all that was around him. This let him flow through the crowd with fluidity like the wind, while all the other man had was clumsy, undisciplined hate. 'Judge not, lest ye be judged, Outlander demon,' Auz thought, almost smirking to himself. He remembered a Pulp Fiction scene, as well as a Boondock Saints scene, where religious passages had been recited in the process of dispensing their form of 'justice'. And now.. it was his turn, and he loved that, and it would be preemptive.
Auz loved The Hunt and the surgical flow of his raw and ravaging emotions as much as he did the blades he'd selected, as much as he did the peace they'd brought him, and as much as he loved the truly elven essence and vibes of his home. War was part of his peace. And the hate-filled man, now doomed to experience the wrath of whatever demigod off-shoot Auz had become, was quickly becoming part of that peace; an inadvertently contributing current in his loving storm.
It was in that moment -the moment those small, matte-black, hidden blades almost came unsheathed- that he found his god again. The hands of an instructor of other instructors found the pursuing man's nerve centers, overloaded them, and left him blacking out within seconds after a single tensing, as Auz's momentum slipped an arm around his back and under the man's own, taking his weight and guiding him into the fast-approaching alley off the walkway and to their side. No one seemed to notice. It looked as if a friend had helped a buddy on the verge of passing out from fatigue.
Auz wanted so desperately to kill him, but instead opted to give him a reminder. It would probably be misinterpreted and warped by the foolish mud-eye who would use it to further his senseless hate, but it was more for Auz to feel relatively sated than anything else. Redirecting the man's energy flows to quiet the would-be whistle-blower nerves, he covered the man's hands as if he was comforting them... and dislocated all of his fingers and thumbs with the precision of a physical therapist, physician, or masseuse. 'Attack my lovely elves you demon worm. I fucking dare you,' Auz said in his mind with gritted teeth hiding behind the 'sheeple'-cloak that was his serene and faux-concerned face casting loving eyes down onto the man. On a different day, Auz would have worn the man's skin as a cape. He had no patience for those he saw as damned.
Rising from the temporarily-crippled and unconscious Outlander villain, and feeling confident in having neutralized the threat to his heart's satisfaction, he rose back to his kingly posture, pivoted on a heel (giving away his years spent rigid in military officers' programs, drilling to perfection with no end ever in sight), and strolled back out onto the sidewalk. In Auz's mind, he was some new form of an angel, and it was his sacred duty to ever guard the streets of the new heaven; the world they'd all come to know as Gaia or Earth. God was blessing him when he had an opponent, because He was giving him a reason to be and to do his job as that guardian. Auz was now proud again; no longer focusing on how much he hated being around all these... 'humans'.
'Time to restore the light to those alone who rate it.' Leaving the alley and flowing back into the pedestrian river, he casually scanned for and identified the lady up ahead. Her body language would tell him if she no longer sensed a threat, and if she could feel his radiating calming effect as he neared her at a slightly quickened pace that would slow down until he was a few feet from her, unafraid of her potential to be a jittery, armed civilian. Auz trusted God not to let him get shot -at least.. shot too much.
"They have always hated me for what I am, never caring who I am or why," he opened with that line to take the edge off, relate, and sympathize, matching her pace and letting her decide if and when to look back at the sound of it. It would take much longer for any trust or faith to be established, but it was a start, and he was all about clearing the beach-head and securing that foothold, however impermanent it may end up being. A showing of force -positive force- had to be done. In his mind, there was no other way. He would 'check' and counter-check the damned, bloody Outlanders at every opportunity that presented itself. Hopefully, one day, he would finish them all.
Dr. Auzdein von Himmler
Governor of Inisfree