Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
your walls, hijack your brain, run through your veins.
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ammit.
Getting into a fight with another serial killer who was out on a hunting spree like him isn't the best thing that ever happened to him.
Garret Yakov sprinted into a run through the woods, clutching his now-bleeding arm with his hand, which was still holding a bloodied knife he had used to kill his target today. He flinched and hissed in pain as the wound seemed to be taking effect on him once again. Another serial killer like him had run into the house just a while ago this night, and, shouting at him about having stolen his kill, they got into an argumentative fight that turned into a fight-to-the-death. Garret managed to cut the guy badly, but it went the same for him.
Bastard's still probably chasing him down to try to kill him.
He didn't know by now that he was in the Western parts of Lorsette, but anywhere to run to is fine. He could take it. Just don't let that shit run into him again. He doesn't want to end up in another fight, with him finally winding up dead.
Or the other killer winding up dead. It was a better ending.
Running into the streets and crossing into a backalley, he continued running while occasionally whipping his head to see if the man was still following after him. Impossible, though. He should be dead at this point; those cuts weren't nothing. Garret finally stopped in his tracks and panted, leaning against the wall and clutching his wound tightly. He hissed as he forced his hand to slowly let go of his arm. It was bleeding like crazy!
Dammit. It's more painful than it ever was. He thought, then turned to the deeper depths of the alleyway. He stood up and continued walking, his eyes starting to blur.
"H-Hello...?" He called out, hoping someone was there. He was tired from running, that was for sure, and what's more he could die of bleeding because of the wound. Someone should be here somewhere, right?
Really, boring days had become the constant within Leon's life. And yet again, today was no different. His new employee wasn't working that day, so the Nephilim was running the clinic all by himself, with few encounters. After all, the shabby clinic was a little more than a month old, so Leon didn't exactly expect for it to constantly be bustling with clients. Didn't stop him from constantly hoping and clinging to the idea that maybe, one day, his life wouldn't be so fucking dull.
He hadn't even had a good drinking time recently! Or God forbid a one-night stand! And in that moment, with the low volume of rock ringing through his little clinic, Leon was miserable, again.
"God, I really need to get out of here sometime." The man muttered to himself, tones of disgust finding their way into his voice. Dramatically, Leon flopped across the counter with a sigh, even going as far to take off his glasses and bang his head against the counter a few times. To any outsider, the sight would've been hilarious to see, but for Leon, it was just another way to show just how pathetic he really was. His self-deprecating habits were coming back at full-force, and even in this little building that he put everything into, Leon couldn't force the terrible thoughts away. Said thoughts seemed to crawl up from his gut, through his chest, and all the way up to his throat, squeezing his insides consistently and making everything feel tight. And, as much as Leon tried, his healing powers weren't working on the terrible feeling that was gripping him.
With another sigh, the man slammed his fist into the reception counter, before pushing away and storming towards the door. Slipping through the entrance, Leon did his usual routine of flicking the switch that flashed "closed" on the neon sign to the side of the door on his way out. Adjusting his glasses, the Nephilim failed to realize how late it was, and the moment he stepped out it was pitch black. Well, aside from the two cliche neon signs that defined his business.
Squinting as an attempt to adjust to the darkness, it took a few moments before Leon took notice of another being making it's way over. And, shortly after he took notice of it, a weak voice rang through the air. In an instant, the doctor whipped out the phone stuffed away in his khaki pants, turning on the flashlight the second he could.
"Well obviously I'm here, but, who are you?" Really, Leon didn't notice how smart-ass like those words really were as they flowed out of his throat. Well, at least until a few moments later when it finally hit him, and his cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment. Even at a time like this, Leon was worrying about how he came off to others.
your walls, hijack your brain, run through your veins.
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e succumbed to the pain of his wound and sat down on the floor of the alleyway, leaning against a wall and panting as the pain erupted again. The pain was getting too unbearable now; blood was oozing from the wound, and it was oozing very freely that it almost terrified Garret. No, he wasn't going to die here. He will not allow his life to end this way; because of some stupid bleeding, some random person was going to find his dead corpse in the morning? No. Never. He will not take that humiliation seriously.
An angry scream can be heard from outside the back alley, and Garret guessed that it was the bastard still chasing him down. But thankfully the footsteps of said bastard slipped off and started to go faint. He sighed in relief and threw his head back against the wall, smirking triumphantly. For someone who was the type to murder someone, he was also stupid. Not a very fit trait for a serial killer to have.
Someone must've heed Garret's call, because he heard a voice call back to him, telling him he was there. Garret weakly turned his head only to see a young man standing there. Garret smiled and chuckled softly, struggling to stand up without his hands. "Haha... hello there..." He greeted the man in a raspy voice, before he turned to him again. "Is there by any chance... that there is a doctor nearby? Or are you a doctor yourself?" The pain erupted the third time today, making him flinch. "Because... I could really use some help... right here."
Well, there wasn't anything bad with testing his luck, was there?
In that tight alleyway he'd grown so used to, Leon felt at home. Even with this stranger collapsed against the wall a few feet away from him, nothing about the situation made him cautious. If anything, it made him feel a flutter of happiness; maybe someone finally started spreading the word about his clinic! And, with the deep scent of blood in the air, he already knew the man before him desperately needed medical attention. But, Leon held himself in that spot, awaiting a response that would give him reason to rush forward and do what he did best.
"...that there is a doctor nearby?"
The moment those words broke through the air, the nephilim smiled with childish glee. He even released a little giggle. Tuning back into his surroundings, Leon began his walk forward, stopping about 2 feet away from the man who he could still barely see. Even at that distance, the light displayed blood slowly creeping across the ground. To anyone who wasn't used to it, the sight would've been terrifying with how much blood seemed to be leaving his newest customer. That much intense blood loss must've meant that he was going through absolute hell, and without a second thought, Leon reached into his other pocket and ripped out a cloth. Said cloth was a simple dish rag that he carried around for times exactly like this.
"You're in luck buddy. You are in the presence of Leon Sexton, everyone's favorite back-alley doctor." The nephilim sprouted rather proudly, getting lost in the small amount of ego he had by putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. Of course, there wasn't much there to begin with, and with his loose, lazily buttoned shirt, it didn't define anything but his own arrogancy with his practice. Zoning back into the situation and out of his delusion, Leon took the last few steps forward before crouching before the man. "Really hope you don't mind me touching you." The brunette muttered as an after-thought, right before he took his light and flashed it over the wound.
Deep cut skimming into an artery, with heavy blood loss obviously being present. If Leon hadn't been there, the man before him would've truly been fucked. Reaching forward with the cloth, the nephilim made quick work of tying it around the wound to try and prevent any more blood loss. Right after, Leon wrapped his arm around the man's waist, completely ready to pick him up and rush the purple-haired man into his clinic; but, for once, he realized his actions. Leon never did anything without consent, after all, so he knew he had to be polite and at least ask.
"Hey, I'm going to pick you up and bring you to my clinic at the end of alley. It's obvious that the amount of blood loss you've experienced is pretty fuckin' insane, so trying to get you to walk will only end up with you more fucked up." Leon's green gaze squinted through the darkness, trying to focus on the man's face. Without much time for an answer, Leon took his other arm and scooped under the man's legs, picking him up in a signature bridal carry. In that moment, the nephilim rushed forward to the front of the clinic.
your walls, hijack your brain, run through your veins.
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arret could feel the blood from his wound oozing more faster than before, making him flinch in pain. "Argh... goddammit..." He mumbled to himself, not hearing whatever the other man was saying. He could feel the man's presence only inches away from him right now, and the next thing he knew, the man was already telling him that he got himself lucky.
He was about to ask why, but then the other man introduced himself as Leon Sexton, a doctor in the backalley. Somehow Garret wanted to smile, but he also wanted to raise an eyebrow without flinching because of the pain. "E-Everyone's favorite... backalley doctor?" He asked weakly, looking the man up and down as he puffed his chest with pride. "I mean... I'm happy to at least know that you're a doctor, but... what are you doing, operating patients in a backalley?"
Then his arm bled again, making him hiss and close his eyes. His mind wasn't as focused as it was before, and he couldn't hear whatever he was saying next... but then the next thing he knew, he was lifted off of the ground, carried by Leon in a bridal style position. His eyes widened slightly at this gesture, but he couldn't say anything. At least not yet.
"...Urgh... What are you... doing...?" He groaned, looking at Leon questioningly. After that no more words came out of his mouth. He simply let the other man carry him towards wherever place Leon saw fit -- or, his office, for the matter -- but for now he didn't care about that.
Next thing he knew, he fainted and lost all energy in Leon's arms.
Even during that little amount of time with the man, he knew that the situation was rather serious. If he didn't heal the stranger up soon, he would end up dead and staining his alley. Leon could never let that happen! Having that blood streak would ruin any possible customers who appeared in the parts, and the nephilim really didn't feel like going bankrupt. That would be pretty damn pathetic of him. So with that added determination, he finished assessing the wound as the purple-haired individual began speaking again. At his questions, Leon's stress levels decreased slightly and he let out a chuckle. With that smile, his dimples finally showed themself in the dim light, and the nephilim turned his head to meet the other man's gaze while working away.
"You see, I take in patients with no questions asked. I operate under the law, with criminals from all around coming to me to be treated better than anyone else." Briefly, Leon paused, glancing up at the sky above. "But, it's not limited to just criminals; anyone can come in, and be treated for a far cheaper price than actual hospitals." Another smile found it's way onto his face, before he focused back in on the situation at hand.
As Leon wrapped his arms around the boy and heaved him upwards, the nephilim barely got a few steps in before the man suddenly got heavier and dropped lower in his arms. 'Fuck, he passed out.' Gritting his teeth, the 21-year-old increased his speed from a careful walk to a quick jog, determination pumping through his veins. He was not going to lose a patient. He never had before, and he was in no way going to disrupt that streak. And, he couldn't fuck up his reliability by letting this stranger die!
Especially since he could end up useful.
With that thought, Leon shoved his back against the door. A BANG sounded through the small room, and after awkwardly rubbing his back against the wall, the fluorescent lights flickered on. Leon glanced down at the patient as he rushed to the room in which he did all of his healing. It was even worse than he thought; the bleeding still wasn't stopping, even after his attempt to calm it's flow, and the purple-haired mans entire side and arm was covered in blood. Gulping with worry, Leon focused back onto getting the patient to the check-up bed.
Bursting through the second door and nearly breaking it down, the nephilim softly placed the person on the bed. With a deep breath, Leon removed the cloth, and was met with a gush of blood. In an instant he reacted, reaching forward and placing his hand on the wound. That was when his power kicked in. With his eyes glowing, a familiar feeling flowed through his chest, to his arm, and finally, through that hand. A soft green light glowed from that spot as his own little magic was released. In not even a minute, the bleeding had stopped, and the wound began to come back together. Each skin cell began building back up, same with the muscle cells. Even the slightly chipped bone underneath began recovering at a heavily increased pace.
Within those few minutes, it was as if nothing had happened to the man. Well, aside from the blood staining his shirt and Leon's. That was also when Leon came to the realization that blood was splattered across the soft blue button-down. "Fuck." He muttered as the brunette glanced down at his blood stained clothes. With another glance towards his patient, who didn't seem to be waking up yet, Leon walked over to a cabinet on the other side of the room. Opening it, Leon quickly nabbed another button down - this one being a long-sleeve black one - and unbuttoned the one he currently had. The nephilim was always good at being prepared, and it was part of his business; there was going to be blood and messes, but there was no way in hell he wouldn't look good all the time.
Slipping off the shirt, Leon noticed with distaste the staining of blood across his arms. With an agitated sigh, the doctor scrubbed it off to the best of his ability before slipping on the fresh shirt with ease. Once it was buttoned, Leon turned around and focused back onto his patient - who was, awake?
your walls, hijack your brain, run through your veins.
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e awoke just a few minutes later to an unfamiliar room, his eyes blinded by the bright light of a hospital lamp. Garret found himself lying on a hospital bed, unable to move. A searing pain shot through his arm and the side of his hip, making him flinch in agony. Because of this pain, though, he was slowly able to remember what had happened just a while ago before he fainted.
...I was... I was being chased...
By who or what, he definitely knew, which was the reason why he now has bleeding wounds in his body. He turned his head around the room, seeing multiple cabinets and other medical supplies and furnitures around each corner. The atmosphere seems a little dark, though... something that even Garret loves personally. Turning his head to the right, he saw the young man from earlier seemingly adjusting his shirt or removing it.
...Leon...
He threw his head back on the pillow of the bed, panting heavily as the blood oozed heavily than before. "Urgh... L-Leon..." He called out weakly, and after that he was unable to do anything more than just wait for Leon's next move. "God... it just hurts the way I like it, y'know...?" He mumbled, starting to ramble to himself.
Maybe it was just a distraction to make the pain go away, but whatever.
Leon was feeling good in that moment, with his new, crisp button-down and his pride restored for the moment. His mood had also been lifted; having a new customer always made him happy, as it gave him more money and more ability to develop his healing. After all, the nephilim would be satisfied with doing this forever, in his little clinic in an alleyway. Working in a hospital was just too boring and restricting to the wild soul Leon was, and if he did work there, who would treat criminals? After all, if they ever got caught, the infirmary in prison was garbage. They were better off being healed by a real professional, like himself. At just that thought, a smile lifted on his features. But, that smile fell into a frown and a furrow of his eyebrows as Leon turned around. His green gaze fell upon his patient, who was...bleeding again?!
"What..the fuck." He swore under his breath, before rushing back over as quickly as he could. Hearing the weakness in the other man's voice truly pained him, and as much as Leon hated this part of his ability, the brunette was determined. With a speed that the doctor hadn't used in a long time, Leon grabbed a hold of 2 strong painkillers and water. Quickly, he brought it to the man and placed one pill in the man's mouth without asking for permission. Softly, he lifted the purple-haired man up, allowing him to take a sip and swallow the pill. Worry coursed through him as Leon hoped to whatever god was up there that it would help, at least a little.
Grabbing hold of real bandages, the nephilim began wrapping the wound and then scanning for other wounds as the weak man began speaking. Even though his voice was soft, Leon was able to catch what he heard, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, I don't blame you. But it's no fun if you die." He let out a final chuckle that rumbled in his throat, before returning to the task at hand.
With glowing eyes, Leon was able to detect another wound; a graze across his side, not as deep as the arm injury but still a pain. The brunette cursed at himself for not noticing, before placing one hand on the arm would and the other on the side. Taking a deep breath, his green gaze glowed brighter before as the nephilim's energy began draining out of his body and into the mans. Putting everything he had into it, Leon had every cell regenerated within a minute.
As it came to a stop, he felt his head get light. Once he knew that it was done, Leon quickly wrapped each wound before falling back into a spinny chair that he kept in the office for moments like these. Reaching towards a cabinet, the twenty-one year old took out a juice box, sucking all of it up in seconds. Whenever he got weak, sugar helped him better than anything.
Pushing himself back up, the brunette popped a chocolate in his mouth before returning to his patient. Softly, Leon placed his hand on the forehead of the purple-haired man, taking another deep breath before his eyes glowed once again. "Hey, this might seem pretty weird, but I'm 'bout to take some of your pain, okay?" Gritting his teeth in preparation, the nephilim finally allowed the transfer to happen. Searing pain rocked him everywhere, but especially in his head, and Leon made a grunt in his throat as he collapsed to his knees. As many times as he did it, he still would never get used to the feeling of taking most of the pain.
By now, the man would be left with only about 20%-30% of the pain he was formerly experiencing. At least Leon could find pride in that.
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arret could hear the doctor cursing before he felt Leon's presence near him after a few minutes later; his head was then lifted and before he knew it, a pill was popped into his mouth followed by a rush of water that relieved the fae... just for a little bit, but enough to make him feel better. He coughed violently, but he didn't dare spit out the pill and the water he had just been offered. He breathed heavily and looked at the ceiling, his eyes slightly starting to reduce its blur.
Then he heard Leon chuckle and joke about what he had just said, and he could find himself chuckling at this, too. Garret turned to Leon with a weak smile on his face. "Y-Yeah... definitely no fun." He stated, breathing heavily before speaking again. "Especially since I've still got something to do..."
Then bandages were wrapped around his arm, making him hiss slightly. It was painful, but he had no right to complain, especially considering that he was being treated by this man here. Then he could feel Leon's touch on him before a gush of energy rushed through him. If he felt tired earlier, some of his energy was finally restored. But he could feel the aura of the man slowly draining.
"H-Hey, you should stop--" He was about to say, but Leon had already sat on a swivel chair and drank some juice. Trying to recover some energy, it seems. Then after a chocolate, Leon approached him again and Garret could feel another surge of energy rush through him. But what about the doctor? Isn't he going to be weak because of this?
Leon told him about how weird this might seem (about taking up some of the pain he was feeling right now), but whatever it was, Garret sure as hell knew it was dangerous. "H-Hey, you don't really have to--" But it was too late. Leon had already conjured the healing technique, before finally collapsing to his feet. Garret felt the pain lessening because of this, making him finally speculate that Leon truly wasn't just any mortal.
"W-Wow... thanks." He muttered, but at the sight of the other man, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He hurriedly stood up from the bed and, despite the pain still in there, he bent down and swung the doctor's arm around his neck. "Hey, hey, take it easy, dude. You shouldn't have over-stressed yourself," He mumbled, guiding the doctor towards the swivel chair he was sitting earlier.
Garret would let the man sit on the chair, before he went over to the bed himself and sat on it, panting. He then looked at this wounds and smiled softly. They hurt a little less now. Garret looked over to the other man and smirked. "Hey... thanks." He said quietly, lying back down on the bed and groaning a bit. "I... wouldn't have been at least alive a little had it not been for you. So... thanks."
This wasn't the first time that Leon had taken on the pain of someone else, and it was in no way going to be his last. Really, he did this quite a lot; it was made the nephilim a good doctor. If he was to cure and help his customers, he might as well try and relieve their pain as much as possible. But, in this case, it was a more substantial amount of pain than ever. It truly hit him like a truck, and the more he took, the more Leon felt weak. By the time he was done taking all that he could handle, he had fallen to his knees with cold sweat running down his face. The doctor truly couldn't imagine the pain the other male had taken on before Leon had gotten involved.
That purple haired man really was lucky to find him.
As an arm swung around his neck and helped him up, Leon glanced over at his patient, clicking in his tongue in distaste. "Now now, you s...should be in bed." Pausing due to a wave of pain, the brunette couldn't exactly fight back against the pain. He did really need it, but having his patient help him of all people made Leon feel sort of pathetic. He couldn't even get himself back to his own chair!
Plopping down into the chair with the assistance of the other man, the nephilim sighed before reaching back over to the little cupboard that held his sweets. Popping more candy into his mouth and washing it down with a soda, Leon listened in to what the other man was saying. Taking a final, deep gulp, and then setting the can down on the counter, the brunette turned back to his patient with a smile. "Anytime! It's my job after all, and I didn't wanna have my alleyway haunted by you." A chuckle echoed through the room as he laughed at his own joke. But, once Leon was done laughing, a thought crossed his mind. He didn't even know his patients name!
"Hey, what's your name?" The brunette asked, cocking his head to the side and quirking his eyebrow up.
your walls, hijack your brain, run through your veins.
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arret watched Leon get himself some sweets from wherever he got them, and for a moment his stomach rumbled because of this. Damn, he didn't even realize that he was getting hungry from all that running. He should've taken some food from that family's fridge before he got to meet that bastard. That way he wouldn't have envied the man while he ate his sweets. But there wasn't any reason to complain about it, was there?
Instead of pointing out that he was starving, he chuckled lightly as the man joked about the alleyway being haunted by him if he ever died. That statement also scared him, for some reason. He wished he didn't have to point that out. "Yeah. It would'be been a scary thought to die in your alleyway." He stated, further emphasizing the man's authority over that said location.
And then his stomach rumbled again and he couldn't take it much longer to keep it hidden. "But I think I'm also gonna starve here to death if I don't find some food quick. Man, I'm fucking hungry."
Then the doctor asked for his name, and for a moment he hesitated back there. If he was going to give him his name, then Leon should promise to keep it a secret and not tell anyone else. But he was the one who cured him, so maybe answering this question isn't going to be the equivalent of giving away a secret that easily.
Besides, if he ever told anyone, he could just kill him.
He breathed deeply and turned to the doctor with a serious aura. "Garret. The name's Garret." He told the man before adding, "You gotta promise to not tell anyone about my name, though. You're the only one who knows about my name and you have to swear by it."
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