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@Cuddles 1438 @HamakazeKai

Emil nods with understanding. He has had his fair share of scars, both physically and mental, from...those 8 years. Emil could feel some of the repressed memories trickle into his mind but is quick to remove it out of thought. He was not ready, nor did he want to, to confront such memories, what more keep in his mind. "There's no need for apologies, ma'm. Showing what little emotions we have left helps us remember that we're still human. We're still alive. "

Monika was gracious enough to show him a picture of her loved one, it would be only fair if he showed her his loved ones. He raises his index finger up as if to say 'wait a second' as he leans down to scrounge about his pack's pocket to retrieve a well worn and browned picture. He shows Monika the picture. It depicts a family standing before a small brahmin paddock. An older man and woman standing behind three young boys, smiling widely at their children as the oldest and tallest of the boys head locked the younger one with one arm while using the other to keep the smallest boy on his shoulders stable. "This is my family." The statement caused his heart to wrench slightly. "That's my ma and pa. The kid sitting on the shoulders is me and the one carrying me was my oldest brother and the one he was head locking was my older brother too. As you can see, me and my brothers were a bunch of goof balls and jackasses."

He sees Bailey stand up and express the desire to walk around. "Would you like to take a look also before you go for your walk?" He then gestures to the photo in his hand.

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@Cuddles 1438

Emil's eyes widen slightly at the accusation, and even though the friendly smile wavered slightly but the warmth behind his eyes never left Emil's face as he turns to speak with Monika. "Ah, God above no. I'm from Oregon and been living in NCR territories in the past five years." He scoffs a little before continuing. "Closest thing I got with 'mixing' with the Legion is hearing stories and rumors. I don't think I would get the chance though, apparently after the death of Caesar and the defeat at Hoover dam, the legion dissipated and crumbled into small warring tribes a couple years after. I mean, without the leadership of Caesar nor that legate o his, the legion was bound to die." He then lets out a light chuckle. "No tears shed from me though, only thing I feel bad about is that I wasn't able to put away any of them."

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@Cuddles 1438 @HamakazeKai

"Ah, don't worry about it. Bygones are bygones, I'm just glad I didn't do anything to anger you unwittingly." He answered Monika with a friendly smile. He then turns to look at Bailey to reply. "I try to keep an open mind. As the saying goes 'Truth is but only one side of the story.' or something like that." He looks to what Bailey is looking at and voices out his thoughts on the matter as well. "The pariah will give out orders soon enough, I mean why would he gather us here in the first place if he was going to be a no-show?"

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@HamakazeKai

Emil quickly returns to his casual demeanor before speaking. "Bad, huh?" He bites the side of his cheek as he begins to remember the lessons and information taught to him by life experiences, mistakes, and Felix himself. "I do agree that it is a matter of perspective, but there are things that are simply...wrong." He remembers one of his very first kills. It was a meek and unassuming farmer that lived in a dilapidated farmhouse someplace in the outskirts of Dayglow. He was travelling at the time and needed a place to rest for the night, the farmer had offered him a place to stay out of what had seemed to be kindness and good will. Farthest thing from it. The farmer was a cannibal and some sort of deranged serial killer that liked targeting weary travelers. He thought that Emil would be just like the others. He wasn't. Emil could still remember the sensation of breaking his skull as he beat the man to death with a stool. "Cannibalism and harming innocents are some of the things I consider ba-sorry-wrong." Emil unintentionally rubs his neck where there were some faded scars from a slave collar. "Slavery and banditry are always wrong."

He then remembered tales from the older folk in NCR talking about the Enclave. "There was a group in the past called the Enclave or something. Nasty bunch if I should base it on the accounts of those who lived through their near monstrous actions years back...though there was hearsay when I was in Nevada regarding some delivery guy or something recruiting a bunch of former Enclave to kick the legion outta Nevada. So, if that story is true, there may be some nice folk there too. Just as how some unsavory folk are in groups like the brotherhood and NCR. He lets out a huff. "Can't tell for myself though, considering I haven't met any Enclave folk myself. Maybe one day, right Bailey?" He ends with a good natured chuckle.

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The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Phantomlink959 @Blueflame @LightningMaiden
"Sure thing." He replies to his senior agent accompaied by a good natured chuckle."Don't worry about me much. Just expended too much of mana in a short span of time. I'm gonna be fine in a couple hours tops." He looks over to the pale woman, now known as Amaya, healing the suspect. "I guess I should properly introduce myself. My name is Richard Anselm, rookie agent of the bureau of supernatural affairs. Pleasure to properly meet you Miss Amaya."

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@HamakazeKai

"Oh, believe me ma'm. I'm not scared of most mutants and abominations." Emil scratches the back of his head breifly."Its just that once you see a 10 foot tall deathclaw toss aside a full grown brhamin aside like it was a ragdoll, it really makes a nightmarish sight to see..." He pauses a moment to ponder the reality that he might really die in Necropolis. "I know that I might die here." Emil answers her with an optimistic smirk on his face. "...but I don't plan on it though. Too many people left in the wastes to help." His smirk turns into a neutral line and eyes grow cold, almost unnaturally so. "Too many bad folk to put away..."

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@HamakazeKai
"Thats understandable...I guess. I just know they're bad folk that deserved what happened to thrm." Emil lets out a shrug. "Well, I do hope these brotherhood folk are here to help. God knows what manner of beasts we find inside." He involuntarily shudders as he remembers that there are worse things than a yao guai.

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@HamakazeKai @Cuddles 1438

'Caesar's legion? Been a while since I heard that name. Ever since NCR kicked them out of Nevada that is.' Emil thinks to himself. He hears Bailey's comment regarding their employer's choice of mercs. "Well...the pariah has their reasons to choose any of us, right?" He pauses for a while and thinks his next choice of words. "I'm real good at explosives and such, and I craft a lot too. I'm also real good with laser weaponry. Maybe that's why he chose me."

It was then the woman known as Monika made her rather cold exit. "Jeez. What crawled in her boot and died?" Emil makes a comment addressed to himself.

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@Cuddles 1438 @HamakazeKai

Seeing as everyone was trying to be friendly and such. Emil thought to join in the conversation between the two that were closest to him. The one laying down was named Bailey, while the one who stood was Monika. They talked about family and such. It was a rather sore topic with Emil, but if the others were willing to share their stories, it would be unfair if he wouldn't. "Oh! You're part of the group this 'pariah' called together too?" Emil pauses for a second and stammers a little before speaking. "My bad. I briefly forgotten my manners." He clears his throat and stands before the two. "My name is Emil. Nice to meet both of you."