[center][color=FF4500][h2]Donald “Don” Ackerson[/h2][/color]
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Most of the people in the group were making valid points, whether or not they liked it, Freddie Jones was a man of determination and so far, Don trusted his intuition. There were things going on in the group that he had to pay attention to, but at the same time, he was also willing to voice his own opinion to his friend. [color=FF4500]"I agree with the group split, while some of us gather supplies others can go scout out for a shelter, while also protecting those with us. So long as we have an even distribution of combatants and non-combatants, I think we'll be-"[/color] [i]clunk[/i] Did...something just strike Don? Looking down he noticed an empty can rolling and spinning around before settling, the aluminum resounding against the asphalt. Turning his attention to the crowd he quickly scanned before noticing a rather guilty and embarrassed face. Maintaining eye contact with the offender [@Lovely Complex], he gently crouched down and picked up the can, [color=FF4500]"Excuse me for a moment Freddie Jones..."[/color]

Slowly, but with purpose he walked towards the young woman, eyes remaining in contact with her at all times, a deathly silence upon the group as they parted for him. Once in front of her, his hulking mass more than apparent compared to her tiny frame, he slowly crouched down, face to face, eye to eye. He was still for a few moments before swiftly taking her hand, palm open and placing the can in it, [color=FF4500]"It may be the apocalypse, but that's no reason for littering young lady."[/color] A small grin, barely noticeable plastered on his face. Standing back to full height he warned the girl, [color=FF4500]"Others...even now, won't be so kind to litterbugs."[/color] Stoic expression resumed, he returned back to his original position alongside Freddie Jones, arms crossed, an intimidating pose. [color=FF4500]"As I was saying, so long as we're evenly distributed, we should be fine."[/color]
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[color=FFD700][h2]Ollivander Clarke[/h2][/color]
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Ollie listened to her as she ranted on about different blades of different ethnic origins. Despite her appearance, she certainly had the mind of a scholar, and he could only wonder what kind of profession this young woman had before the rug had been pulled from under them all. As she finished her tangent, stating that she'd tell him a specific tale of mythos and legend, he couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't a very loud laugh, but loud enough for anyone close enough to them to hear, but it was well a well needed laugh considering the circumstances. [color=FFD700]"You wouldn't happen to mean the same Dupthob Jangkha Lap, who was killed by his own creation, now would you?"[/color] He smiled considerably, having found another learned person who appreciated history as much as him. [color=FFD700]"I may not be as well versed in ancient weaponry as you are, but I certainly know of history's tales and lessons, and one that certainly speaks of how pride can sometimes be a vice."[/color]

Ollie's smile was warm as he gently raised his cane, [color=FFD700]"Considering your knowledge, I'm sure I don't have to tell you what this is."[/color] Presenting a slight visual for her, he lowered it back down, lowering his voice somewhat, [color=FFD700]"That being said, I'd rather it not be repeated out loud, stoicism is as much a vital tool as frailty is."[/color] His head turned as much as he could, he gave her a subtle wink, [color=FFD700]"Hopefully when it is calmer, we can certainly share some stories among ourselves and the group as a whole.[/color] Reaching in his pocket, he grasped a rather well worn handkerchief, dabbing at his face lightly as he scanned what was going on in the group. He noticed that they had decided to separate some of the members for gathering and others for shelter, but most concerning was his newest pupil Eden, supposedly being harassed by the rather muscular body guard of Mr. Jones.

Putting the cloth away he turned once more to the woman known as KT, [color=FFD700]"Thank you for indulging me in my curiosities Ms. KT, I look forward to speaking with you more, but for now, it seems that you are needed in more dire places."[/color] Pushing himself from the railing he started trotting away before turning back, [color=FFD700]"If at all possible on your journey, you are able to find a book of obscure, yet historical aspect, I would be greatly appreciative."[/color] Nodding in respectful departure, he made his way towards the young Eden [@Lovely Complex]. Ollie hadn't learned many languages, but one of them was ASL, which was particularly useful for this girl. 
 Placing his hand on her shoulder gently so as not to startle her, he started signing, [i][color=FFD700]"Are you alright my dear?"[/color][/i][/center]