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Ezekiel "Ease" Evans 

Ease's eyes stretched open again and rubbed a bit of sleep out of his eyes. That was weird...It seemed as though he sorta just zoned out for a second, as if he slept...even though he knows he didn't. It was a strange feeling that was heard to even figure out how to feel about. Did he just have a heavy case of zoning out? Did his mind just completely shut down, as if trying to cope from the stress? Or was his creator just a dumbass who kept forgetting to post and every time he remembered he promptly forgot or got distracted? It was hard to pin point quite honestly...Who are we joshing? It was the latter and everyone knows it. Even Ease, despite him having no real fourth wall awareness.

Back to the plot, Duncan had replied back to his little neighbors comment. Well, first he had the understandable complaint of how shitty tourists usually are. Anyway, he went to Juneau for the summer too? Man, what a small worl-er, worlds. Well, definitely gonna be a lot of wilderness stories huh? "I'm actually an hour or 3 north of Juneau. Not too far from Fairbanks. Damn, my family always went over there to visit my uncle Jeffrey. Man knew how to catch and make good fish, I can say that much." And wait...this man mentioned alcohol? Jack?

Oh God, he was already in Ease's good favor.

"Oh man...Mine was actually in my high school years. This random ass party where me and my buddy Evan snuck off with some gin, laid back on the guy's couch, and listened to some drunk guy saying how he was going to shit on the jackass father of the house's computer. So the party was going great." Ease said with a quick chuckle. God...Man that takes him back. Just 15 and still...well Ease. He sighed though. Gotta focus on the task at hand first.

As Duncan took note of the fact that he was pretty much the only one in this world with, ya know a gun, Ease couldn't help but nod in satisfaction. Yeah...While a gun won't work against everything, it's not like anyone here knows how to properly counter it. Let alone what it does. Then again- "While I do love that shotgun, we might wanna save it for emergencies. After all, i'm not sure if this place even has more ammunition." And then he mentioned an...Usain Bolt? "Fuck is that? Some sorta super bolt?

As they ran off and entered more alleyways, Ease's body and heart froze...but for a moment. His eyes looked up and fixated on one thing. A man. A masked man covered in robes of rather elaborate designs dashing past them. But there was something off about him. His body was damaged, heavily in fact, with an arm that seemed more like rags of flesh than any limb. But there was something deeply wrong with this...creature. Ease could barely register as a human from the outright alien feelings that rushed down his spine from his appearance. It wasn't quite anger, curiosity, or even fear. Though curiosity was probably the closest feeling he felt towards it. It was a sensation that felt like it should be dread at the very note of him, but ironically enough, his soul didn't react that way. His body, on the other hand, simply stared out as he ran past, disappearing in the crowds like a glass bottle lost to a maelstrom.

What was he...it?

"Duncan, di...did you-?""Hey wait up, what is the hurry about!?"

The moment he heard the hey he turned around. Not so much in surprise, but more like he had softly been broken out of a hypnotist's trance. The turn also made him take not that his left hand was now on his sword's grip. Guess the moment he saw the man, he reacted like he was going to action huh? Good...But strange. His reflexes are good but usually he'd react with more shock at the green haired maid's sudden appearance. "Sorry Yoshi. Long story short, Aya vanished out of nowhere. We could use help looking for her if you're willing. Sorry to info dump you like this. Quite honestly? He had forgotten about the tavern completely. It was more so just a distant memory despite it having happened so recently. Panic will do that to you huh?

However, he then took note of something. The crowd seemed more...panicked than usual. A few screaming quite obviously? It was at that moment he smelt, yet again, more smoke. Was this town just a local bonfire? Wait. He looked back. The madman...Suspicious, but hell. It's the only lead he's got huh? He ran against the wave of civilians moving swiftly past each one, closer to whatever the origin. He quickly swiveled his head over as he raised his hand forward and yelled at Duncan and Yoshinobu. "Come on! Follow me!"

He personally didn't know why he was doing this. I mean, there were reasons obviously, but nothing concise. Aya might be there. This could answer his previous question about the local house fires. Maybe even one of the groups ran into trouble? They were all sorta jumbling in his head with him not really too concerned for finding an answer. At this moment, Ease's mind chose to act instead of reason. But it did however plan...Plan in case anything happened. He needed to plan. Mentally prepare for whatever happened...That's all. As he got closer and closer, the smell of smoke and the light of a few flames got closer and closer. 

"Ratatosk: Ease...despite all the smoke. I smell blood." The small squirrel spoke within his robed shoulder. He gritted his teeth inside his mouth. Why wasn't he shocked? He already was planning for the worse. If there's an enemy? Duncan tells Yoshinobu to stay in the more crowded streets, have him come up, fight and have Duncan provide cover fire. Easy enough. If there's no one there but bodies? Duncan and Ease are running through these streets and finding that masked man. With his body as damaged as it is, how was he gonna get far? They could find him. And finally...there it was.

Ease's running pace stopped. His eyes surveying the scene before him with widened eyes. Before him, covered in blood and slash, but unmistakably, was Malakaus, bloodied and beaten down. An obvious stab wound through his chest, seeming to be the cause of death. Or was it blood loss? It was hard to decide really. Not far from his corpse, lied an elf, impaled through the heart and bloodied as well. The poor thing even reminded him of Ira, as he grimly swallowed. Elsewhere, a few other dead or dying man had laid about. His words were caught into his throat. His language, mangled and broken. "R-r-...Ratatosk. Don't come out. Stay inside." "Ratatosk: E-ease, what's going o-?" "JUST...Just do that for me." He momentarily shouted, but finding his nerves at the last second. Without protesting, Ratatosk traveled further into his clothing, avoiding the scene.

His feet slowly moved over. One foot over the other, which felt more taxing than usual. In mere moments though, the powerful stench of smoke and blood hit him full force. He gagged for a moment, trying to keep back the vomit that oh so wanted to come out, at both this sight and the smells penetrating his nose. He almost kept it together in fact if not for the smoke once again making him cough wildly. In seconds, his lunch went from in his stomach to on the cobblestone road. He was breathing heavy for a second. He was...used to death by now, that was for sure. Hell, he was used to killing technically-animals and the such. But it was all ever felt by himself. The animals were given rather quick deaths by him and he had only ever died decently painfully a few times. The others had to always be rather gory deaths, he know of that, but at least they were quick. At least he didn't see the results from it for the most part. This on the other hand...was different. He wiped away any spare bile from his mouth as he just observed. What the actual hell happened here?

He then took note of the few survivors among the gore, flames, and disaster. A blond woman, also slashed and attacked obviously, who was standing near some golden sword. Aleph, shockingly enough, who seemed to still be trying to play hero. A woman covered in blankets, obviously traumatized from whatever events transpired here. A few soldiers, who were obviously tending to her and were more than likely about to treat or bury the current dead. And finally, a terrified and horrified Ms Neige who was close to sickness, obviously holding that feeling back better than Ease himself did. He rubbed his eyes, obvious stress in them. What was going on...?

Then a mental note appeared. Duncan and Yoshi. Duncan might be a military man, but Yoshi? The poor girl couldn't hold shit like this. He yelled back into the street way towards them. "Duncan, don't let her see this shit!" He said frantically. He might be used to death but fuck...Not everyone was.

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