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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
season
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.
The colours of Autumn blanketed the ill-fated city of Lorsette, veiling the ever present atmosphere of dread amongst the general populace. The same can be said for the TRS Headquarters, its monumental structure serving as a bastion of hope to an otherwise ailing community. Amidst its vast interconnected lobbies and halls were multitudes of TRS agents, associates and beneficiaries in general, rendered restless by countless reports of serial killings, terror attacks and other such crimes. Amelia slowly drifts out of the medical ward, making her way towards the vast interior which was of course, crowded by seemingly hundreds of people. Her normally well-maintained chin-length hair appeared uncharacteristically unkempt, strings of unsightly blonde jutting out here and there highlighting its dishevelled state.
The dark bags under her eyes appeared visibly swollen, displaying her fatigue and sleep deprivation for all to see underneath her eyeglasses. Needless to say, Amelia was not at all in her best form, so much so that she was actually instructed to take a few days off by her superiors in the RCMP. Nevertheless, she stood tall, her steps matching the pace of those around her so as to prevent any unwanted concerns. The rate in which violent crimes are being committed on such an unprecedented scale was absolutely appalling. Amelia may have at first found, it inconceivable that she was in fact in Canada. It rendered her exhausted, this job did not seem all that different from her previous one, and considering that her former job consisted of mostly high-risk reconnaissance missions on AP strongholds in war-torn parts of the world, it said a lot.
The scent of several tired men and women of different races continuously crept its way into the shifter's nose. She then put the plastic packets containing her pill bottles and some strange looking vials into her leather handbag loosely slung over her left shoulder. Admittedly, she had not the time to even think of ingesting the prescribed amounts of pills, and it had recently began taking toll on her day to day functions. Just as Amelia was some 10 metres away from the main entrance, a strange ringing sensation began to overwhelm her ears prompting her to shift her eyes and head. Before she knew it, she could barely hear... it was happening again it would seem. The myriad of passers- by surrounding her began to bother her more than it should have... she needed more of the formula...
The sudden pause in her tracks prompted looks of concern from those in her near vicinity whilst her face now began to display palpable signs of apprehension with perspiration trickling from the sides of her face and neck. A woman's shoulder suddenly collided with that of Amelia's, inciting more wariness within her than is necessary. "Apologies..." Amelia soon uttered out to her, shortly turning to left "Excuse me... sorry..." She hushed with her mellow voice as she hustled her way through the crowd. Her vision then began to blur slightly whilst she briskly walked towards the nearest toilets, still managing to maintain her composure albeit barely. After all, it was not as if she could just casually pull a syringe out in the open without attracting unwanted attention now.
The short corridor leading to the toilets were thankfully deserted. Soon enough, she frantically pushed open the door and leaned her back against the nearest wall shortly before foraging her handbag for the syringe and vial... It much too late when she realised that she was in fact in the men's room and that there was someone else here with her. Truly her better judgement had gone awry, as under normal circumstances, her superior sense of smell would have immediately detected someone within the nearby radius. Nevertheless, she was too preoccupied with rummaging through her bag to even consider the situations that may arise from this blunder.
darkness always surrounds me. but i manage to survive.
❝
Work was tiring, that was for sure. But Jason had to finish his task before the day ended.
The vampire took a quick stroll through the headquarters, passing by fellow agents who greeted him, some patting him on the shoulder and telling him to rest. He simply smiled and nodded, before proceeding through once more. Not like their advice was going to be heard of, anyway. It would only fall through deaf ears.
Today's mission was a success. Jason and his team managed to drive away as many Assembly members as they can away from Lorsette. There was an important festival going on in Calico Forest just a week ago, and then another day this week a part of Lorsette had been attacked and bombed. They hadn't caught an agent, but they did stop the others fro.m bombing any more parts of the city further; for Jason, it was successful and he was at least proud of himself.
Json made his way through the comfort rooms, the male's rooms having hardly any presence but him around. He looked at the mirror and frowned. Black rings under his eyes showed exhaustion; he couldn't avoid the other agents pointing his out a while ago. He sighed deeply and rinsed his hands with water from the sink, before splashing his face with water to keep himself awake.
Ah... now that feels better.
It was only then he noticed that someone else was actually with him in the comfort rooms right now; he turned his head to the corner, seeing a young woman with blonde hair and rather pale skin. She looked tired like he was; there were rings under her eyes as well. The young man stared at her before smiling and nodding in greeting.
"Good day we have, no?" He began, sighing deeply to himself. "Even though it's quite tiring for the lot of us..." He added with a small, joking chuckle.
Male, vampire, a peculiar one at that; Amelia's potent sense of smell managed to detect another individual's presence in this room just as she drew from a syringe the bluish looking compound inside a small plastic vial. That, combined with the sight of urinals and the aforementioned man right there by the sink, finally made it clear her awkward mishap. There she was, handbag sprawled messily on the floor, breathing heavily, the right sleeves of her coat and dress shirt rolled up as she injected the tiny needle of the syringe onto the exposed skin of her lower arm. Amelia soon ingested its contents within her blooodstream and only afterwards did she finally direct her attention to the redheaded man staring at her, smiling. She then gulped as she frenetically attempted to compose herself as fast as possible.
The man casually greeted her cordially on response to her otherwise unseemly presence in the men's room. She knew not whether to thank the fact the he was currently the only detectable person in the nearby radius. Nodding back, she then responded accordingly "I am very sorry... I was..." It then finally dawned on Amelia what this situation may look like to a stranger upon catching sight of her reflection in the far corner of the large, wall mirror. The nose pads of her spectacles neared the tip of her nose, vividly showcasing the extent in which the dark circles had engulfed her eyelids and her typically well-maintained hair looking bedraggled more than ever. Whilst her head directly faced the man before her, only now did she manage to briefly glance over the plastic vial, empty syringe and her own handbag scattered by her feet as a result of the earlier panic.
"It was an emergency you see." Amelia blurted out, feeling the need to explain her situation to the stranger lest she gives off the wrong impression, even while quickly gathering her mess. All the while, she could only shoot him quick glances here and there in response to his subsequent remarks. Luckily for Amelia, he seemed to be of the friendly sort. She initially had her misgivings at the notion of finding herself alone in the men's public toilet with a vampire although upon closer examination, the redheaded man's TRS uniform at least implied that he was a decent fellow. "Again, very sorry... have a nice day." Amelia declared, her refined tones slightly faltering as she hunched over to pick up the now empty syringe only for her head to ring out one last time, causing her to wince briefly before standing up and slinging her handbag over her shoulder... failing to notice the glasses that fell off her face.
Amelia then began to rush out the door in an attempt to excuse herself from the TRS agent. She could only hope that she fully suppressed the embarrassment she felt on the inside, although the slightly reddish undertones now visible on her face implied otherwise. In her haste to exit the scene and forget any of this ever happened, she remained oblivious to the fact that she dropped her eyeglasses back there, merely dismissing her blurry vision as slight hallucinations.
darkness always surrounds me. but i manage to survive.
❝
She looks as if she needs to do something, right here, right now, and he watches as she seems to be rummaging through her bag for something of the sort. Jason smiles softly once she starts apologizing to him. "It's fine, really... no harm done." He reassures her, waving his hands in front of him with a sheepish look on his face. His voice still shows hints of tiredness, though. "It... happens at times. So don't worry."
Jason's eyes almost widen once he sees what she is finally holding; a small vial of what seems to be medicine and a syringe, now empty, her hand bag sprawled over the floor. She must've panicked after she came here... then he hears her tell him it was an emergency, and he nods curtly as a response. "Ah, I see." He chuckles softly, facing the mirror. "I was... quite surprised, too be honest. But I won't ask about it if you want to."
Being trapped here with a woman almost seemed like it would spark off the wrong idea to others, but honestly, it wasn't their faults on why they were here in their situation right now. Too tired to pay attention to what is happening around them... maybe that should be a fitting case. He sighs and looks at the blonde through the corner of his eye, who excuses herself and wishing him a nice day before leaving the toilets. Jason's tired eyes blink, before he sighs and shakes his head. Probably in a hurry, is all.
Looking back to the door where she came from and where she left, he catches a glimpse of eyeglasses on the floor. Jason's eyes furrowed as he approaches it and picks it up; and, realizing that it must've been the woman's eyeglasses, he hurries outside of the toilets to try to catch up to her.
"E-Excuse me!" He calls out from behind her, quickening his steps to catch up. "M-Miss! You forgot your eyeglasses!"
The redheaded vampire's fatigue is apparent as can be, nothing too out of the ordinary in this day and age so to speak. A real shame that Amelia had not the time nor the inclination to examine him more closely. He appeared to be quite the cordial one to say the least, although Amelia cannot really be too sure. He was also tactful enough not too pry in too much into her situation, which was honestly a relief. Admittedly, her demeanour and the mere presence of a syringe conveyed the somewhat false impression of her being some sort of junkie. As such, she did not hesitate to flee her scene of crime, taking great pains to conceal her looming self-consciousness by maintaining her composure as she excused herself. Amelia briskly walked through the empty corridors, silently hoping that whole matter will be forgotten as quickly as it started. She was definitely not acting like herself today, and as much as it pains her to admit, she may have needed this short holiday after all.
It should not be long before the drug takes effect, yet the palpitations within her chest maintained its troublesome pace for now. It has been approximately 5 hours since her last transformation after which she began experiencing brief periods of muscle pain accompanied by mild to severe headache. Unfortunately for Amelia, everything still seemed to be going downhill as her vision became obscured to the point where she no longer finds it practical to storm through the stream of people rushing out the exit for lunch break apparently. She herself found it odd, it was almost as if she had forgot to wear her prescription glasses... Much to her dismay, she may also have to wait for her vision to recuperate before commencing her usual routine of walking her way home, preparing an early dinner and hopefully get a good night's sleep just as the psychiatrist repeatedly, and understandably instructs her to do.
Suddenly, she detected the vampire's presence getting closer. The rapid pace in which his feet collided with the ground as well as the quick spreading of his scent trails instinctively made Amelia wary, she could not help it. Nevertheless, she knew well the odour of bloodlusting vampire, he was definitely not one of them. Amelia found herself inadvertently gritting her teeth regardless as she promptly turned her head back, shooting the vampire a rather fierce glare as she asked, no longer hiding the irritation and sternness in her voice, "What is it now?". Just as the frown on her face became vivid and her temperament took a turn for the worse, she suddenly caught sight of her spectacles in his hand. It only took her a moment to grasp read the situation and almost immediately afterwards, quickened her pace as she approached the TRS agent. Hurriedly walking towards him, she cleared her throat and fixed her expression. "Ah I see... once again thank you so much" the blonde haired woman uttered as she quickly took her glasses back.
She took a deep breath before slipping glasses back on, the once hazy imagery of the man before her becoming as clear as crystal almost instantly. Only after catching sight of the weary expression on the man's pallid face did the now bespectacled Amelia manage to placate herself. "It seems that I have bothered you yet again, Mister-..." By this time the posh undertones of her ostensibly British accent faltered in the wake of sheer embarrassment she felt at the moment, not even managing to choose her words correctly. Before long, she shifted her gaze away from the blues of his eyes as her face began heating up. "Please forget everythin' that happened here will yae?" Amelia casually requested, no longer able to bring herself to look him in the eyes while hints of her Gaelic heritage resurfaced in her speech pattern.
darkness always surrounds me. but i manage to survive.
❝
Her eyeglasses were forgotten, so he urges himself to return it to her despite having been to tired to walk out of the comfort rooms to get some rest. But then, once he almost nears the blonde, she suddenly turns to him with an irritated death glare sent right to his face, so he stops abruptly, blinking with an uncertain and slightly scared look on his face.
"U-Umm... you forgot your... eyeglasses..." He repeats himself, smiling anxiously at the blonde who seems to look at the glasses held in between his fingers in alarm.
He slightly panics once the blonde woman starts walking up to him; thoughts start to rapidly race around his mind, his brain; looking at the woman, she still looks quite displeased, so there were a lot of things she could do to him once she approaches... maybe she would just approach him, take her glasses back, then slap her right after? Or then she could scream at him for that, and then he would be left questioning to himself what he had actually done wrong--
--The blonde woman quickly snatches the eyeglasses from his hand, and he blinks, his mind suddenly left a blank at the sudden action. He could still manage to speak once the young woman thanks him for her eyeglasses, though; something he didn't really expect from her. "Y-You're welcome... please don't forget your eyeglasses again, miss, they're important."
She puts them back on, then states that she had disturbed him once again, pausing in between the word "mister" as Jason assumed she doesn't know his name yet. "...Flanagan. Jason Flanagan." He finishes for her with his name, a soft, tired smile on his face as he allows her to keep speaking.
Then she asks that he forget about what happened, making Jason blink. He's heard similar statements from other people he met before whenever something embarrassing happens, and he knows what he should do. He nods and sighs, bowing and turning to the opposite direction. "I see. Yes, of course. Have a good night, Miss..." Once he would get her name, he would wave and take off back into the hallways, walking around the familiar area once more.
Amelia fixated her gaze onto the yellow accents lining the vampire's TRS uniform, indicating his status as an apprentice. Perhaps this vampire was in fact, much younger than she had initially thought. Amelia is actually quite wary with regards to the ages of certain immortal races, although she is not entirely unused to a small few claiming to be hundreds and even thousands of years old yet still behaving like children. Before long, Amelia's careless wording inadvertently made the man introduce himself as a Jason Flannagan. She then suppressed any more unneeded self-conscious thoughts as she shifted her gaze back towards Jason so as to determine his response to her rather absurd request.
Her worn out eyes soon stared at the bluish tones of Jason's irises, his eyes similarly showcased obvious symptoms of fatigue. It did not take long before she was already in the process of examining the vampire's features with her superhuman vision. The dark circles underneath the man's eyes appeared more noticeable amidst the characteristically pallid skin surrounding it. Going further upwards, she took note of the rather prominent scar on his left eyebrow, tarnishing his otherwise flawless visage. His bright, slightly unpolished looking, ginger-red hair was roughly the same length as that of Amelia's, which only added further flavour to his superficially typical Gaelic features. His surname is Flannagan after all.
Time seemed to be slowing down for the overburdened shifter as before she knew it, seconds had passed whilst she wordlessly subjected Jason to her listless gaze. He then opened his mouth to sigh, letting Amelia catch sight of his sharp teeth before he turned back, causing Amelia to finally snap out of her momentary daze. She blinked rapidly in succesion before she removed her spectacles for a moment and rubbed both her eyes with her other free hand. In the meanwhile, Jason responded accordingly, wishing her a good night and quite reasonably asked for her name in return.
Once she slipped her glasses back on, she cleared her throat in an attempt to conceal her native accent once more. "Amelia Sutherland..." She responded flatly, after which she paused for a brief moment before continuing. "Well Mr Flannagan, have a good night as well-". She halted her words upon realisation of what had been said. Good night? Amelia was quite certain that it had only been some minutes past noon, hence the amount of people lingering the hallways for lunch break. Nevertheless, Jason's blunder induced a fleeting sense of ambivalence within her. Could she possibly have been oblivious to the possibility that it was already evening?
Just as Jason began to walk away, a weary Amelia instinctively followed whilst in the process of rolling up her sleeve slightly to check her wristwatch for the accurate time... 12:24 pm... She then increased her pace in a way such that Jason and her were walking side to side. "Excuse me, I actually meant good afternoon, and I don't suppose you did so as well. She stated, not even bringing herself to look at him this time. Please do get some rest Mr Flannagan" Amelia firmly declared with her mellow voice as if she were the one to talk. Soon, she gradually diverted her route away from Jason and more towards large corridor leading to the cafeteria. Only now did she realise that she may have in fact, skipped breakfast this morning, which might explain her rather moody disposition.
darkness always surrounds me. but i manage to survive.
❝
It took her quite a few seconds before he had finally received a name. Amelia Sutherland... he would have to remember that should he ever meet her once again. The blonde woman greets him a good evening from behind him, and he simply nods and continues walking. He couldn't help but wonder about that momentary pause from her statement a while ago... or maybe it was just his tired ears hearing silly things again.
Sure enough, though, he finds her suddenly beside him once more, meaning to tell him that it's actually afternoon. That sentence alone sends Jason in shock, his eyes widening slightly once this information is being processed in his mind. She finally leaves him, wishing that he get some good rest; Jason simply stands there with the same wide eyes as he watched Amelia disappear into another corridor.
...After...noon...?
Is it really... afternoon...?
His confused thoughts are suddenly disrupted when a hand suddenly pats his shoulder. He whips his head in alarm, only to find another agent smiling at him with a similarly worried look on their face. "Jason, it's lunch break. You should probably hurry over to the cafeteria before you stress yourself all over again." Were their words to him before they leave.
Jason stands there all alone in the hallway, his thoughts suddenly forming in his mind once more. Afternoon? How could he have forgotten? And he had initially thought it was already almost midnight. He lowers his head, closes his eyes, and heaves an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his face. Damn it... this is the result of too much work, they said... He thought to himself, slowly walking off towards where everyone was going. He finally shows himself at the cafeteria after a few minutes of walking in a disturbed state.
And they were right. How in the heck could I have forgotten that it was afternoon, of all things...?!
Due to their supposedly hectic schedules, crowds of men and women clad in TRS uniforms already began streaming out of the Cafeteria's main entrance halfway through lunchtime. By the time Amelia had entered the extensive labyrinth of chairs and tables, the place was longer as congested as before. Luckily for her, she came here not as an agent of the TRS, not even as an officer of the law, but merely as an outpatient on paid leave. She then strolled over towards the food serving counter in which a vast array of foodstuffs are neatly displayed for all to see. Whilst awaiting in the now diminishing line of people queuing up for lunch, the large LCD screen of the television by the far end of the cafeteria began broadcasting yet another breaking news of a mass serial killing in a public establishment.
Just as the troublesome sensation in her head began to subside, the very mention of the 5 innocents killed and the suspect still in the midst of being tracked definitely displeased her. As much as it killed her, she opted to avert her gaze away from the screen and instead, promptly following the flow of the line. She had to banish any anxieties in her mind lest she wished to negate the drug's effect. She was after all, accustomed to such scenery in the not too distant past. It would appear as though virtually almost everyone else in the lounge was just as desensitised to otherwise macabre topics, a relatively natural occurrence if it were not for the fact that Lorsette City is supposedly located in a 1st world country. How very peculiar indeed...
Before long, she took out a plastic tray from the lower compartment of the counter as she neared the line servers. Already, those on the other end of the counter scowled upon her mere presence. Much to the cafeteria staff's irritation, Amelia showered them with yet another barrage of complex inquiries with regards to a low-carb and low-calorie meal as usual, prompting them to equip a notepad and pen accordingly. "Right... I see, well then. I'll have the Greek salad, finely chopped with chicken... ah, and please make it such that only chicken breasts are present, all of them properly poached... I would also like some lemon vinaigrette in there, not too much though. Just water will do for the drinks, thank you." After attracting a few slightly indignant stares from the others in line, the line servers finally handed the bespectacled young woman the dreaded number after which she finally left and moved onto a seat much to the relief of the others.
She settled down to a table not too far from the kitchen and facing towards the entrance instead of the giant TV screen in the far back. Soon afterwards, she beheld the presence of a certain red-headed vampire in the distance once again, drifting towards her general direction. Considering that the segment she occupied was obviously devoid of others aside from her tall, blonde haired self, it would only be natural that Jason at least noticed her presence. Hopefully he would avoid sitting with her, Amelia could only wish that he was unassuming enough to pick a different seat, preferably away from her. At this point she would much rather face the LCD screen behind her rather than be reminded of her unseemly behaviour mere moments ago.
darkness always surrounds me. but i manage to survive.
❝
The cafeteria was practically packed by the time he had arrived. Jason himself wasn't paying that much attention from a while earlier; too busy questioning his sanity and his track of time. A few bumps on the shoulder and a few apologies finally sent him back to reality. Blue eyes stared at the cafeteria, overwhelmed at the amount of people trapped in the crowd just so they can get some food. For a few moments he had thought about not getting lunch at all so he could get back to what he should have been doing.
He could suddenly feel his stomach rumbling rather comically, and he blinked uncertainly. A sigh escapes his lips as he slowly makes his way towards the lines. People were pushing each other to get to their food, some patient enough while occasionally checking the time through their wristwatches; each turn of the head and the only thing he could see are the long lines forming at each of the counter.
He reconsidered falling in line, as it was very long that he might not be able to eat at all, but he was undeniably hungry, so he decided to join the line with the less noisiest people checked in. And it just so happens to be where Amelia had fallen in line to get her food, too. Strangely, people had started scowling and bickering when Amelia took her turn to order... and he probably knew why based on what he just heard from the back. It was amusing, that much he could say.
It had gone for a full fifteen minutes before he it was his turn. Too be honest, he wasn't entirely picky when it comes to food, so he'd eat whatever he could, especially if he was hungry like he was right now. The vampire's eyes fluttered over to the canteen staff, smiling the best he could and asking what his order would be. "...Just two egg sandwiches, please. Thank you." Was the first thing to come out of his mouth in the form of an order. And just like that, it was given to him and he gave the necessary tip before walking away from the line.
The tables were full, with groups of friends huddled together and chatting away while they eat their food. He sees Amelia sitting alone in an empty table, and while he had considered sitting with her, it was practical to say he didn't want to disturb her while she eats lunch. Hey, it's not like they were close friends; they had just met only a few minutes ago, although it was quite the memorable meeting.
Luckily there was another empty table just next to hers, and he makes his way to the empty table just next to where she was situated at. The vampire simply smiles to himself from behind the hat, proceeding to open the wrapper of the first egg sandwich to make its way to his stomach today... but all the while, his thoughts return to the job he should've been doing at hand. Problem was, he had already forgotten what it was... oh well. There were still so many missions to take there. Maybe he could pick another one once he's done with his lunch.
But then came the announcer's voice on the radio, coughing intentionally before making an announcement. This makes Jason perk up to where the radio had been. "Attention, attention. All willing TRS agents who want to partake on the mission involving the murder of the five victims that happened a while ago, please proceed to Mrs. Grans' office after you eat your lunch. Thank you."
...For sure, it would be Jason to arrive at Mrs. Grans' office first.
@amelia ● Decided I'd take that five victims ICly~ Hope that's fine~ ● 000
Amelia blinked upon realizing the amount of people gathering by the lines, pretty bewildering due to the fact that the cafeteria was quite spacious mere moments ago. Once again, Amelia removed her spectacles and promptly rubbed her sullen eyes in retrospect. She could have sworn that the lunch period was more than halfway done for most of these TRS agents. Just returned from a massive operation perhaps? Nevertheless, she redirected her attention back to Jason, who for some reason felt inclined to makes his way closer to her table, tray in hand. Amelia took extra measures in avoiding eye contact soon afterwards, averting her gaze away from Jason and instead relying on her extraordinary sense of smell and hearing to ascertain as to whether or not the redheaded vampire bold enough to sit next to her even after what happened.
The shifter began to regret choosing this particular spot considering how its empty seats gave Jason the idea of settling down the table next to her. Although somewhat thankful for his decision not to sit at her table, the fact that he found it appropriate to select a position near her was slightly perturbing. The noise of a sandwich wrapper being peeled awkwardly proliferated within their nearby radius as Amelia internally dreaded every moment that passed, that is until the silence was abruptly broken by the blaring of the radio speaker's situated in several corners of the cafeteria. An announcement was issued to any TRS agent willing to partake in a mission regarding the earlier serial murders.
Considering the lack of urgency in the announcer's statement, allowing the willing participants to arrive at their own leisure, Amelia could only surmise that the suspect had managed to successfully evade pursuit by the authorities. An investigation by the TRS is clearly due to occur, indicating AP involvement in the crime. Although Amelia herself felt predisposed to help out with the case study, she was legally bound to not interfere by her superior. The same cannot be said for Jason whose heedless intention to apply for the mission was all too tangible. This man better not be serious in participating in an official mission in his current state, there was absolutely no way a decent TRS official would allow a clearly worn out vampire apprentice to take active part in the mission.
In the end, Amelia turned towards Jason "You intend to participate in the mission, isn't that right Mr. Flannagan?" she casually inquired, the inaptly eager expression on his weary face made it clear. Already, the blonde shifter predicted Jason's answer to which she would respond nonchalantly "I would highly advise against that, you are clearly in no condition to take part in it". Amelia's words sounded as stiff as it was sharp, by then it became clear to her the TRS apprentice's relative inexperience in the field. Perhaps Jason really was not as old as she initially assumed.
darkness always surrounds me. but i manage to survive.
❝
It would be too late to make Jason reconsider his choices. The mission had already caught his ears and for him, it was something he should be taking. The mission is there, being offered to him in open hands. Maybe it will be the very thing that he had craved for just a while earlier; a quest to absolutely die for.
And so he takes one last bite off the sandwich, and the other sandwich stuffed with care inside his suit. The moment he does that is also the moment when he stands up from his seat, ready to exit the cafeteria to sign his name up for Mrs. Grant to consider. But before he leaves, he hears the blonde woman's voice from behind him, and he turns around, blinking. He never initially thought that Amelia would care whether he'll be going to the mission or not... but then again, he should've expected this. His fatigue has blown him away.
But, as per usual though, his answer to this would be the same.
The young vampire smiles softly and closes his eyes, sighing inwardly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Sutherland." He began, looking down on the ground as he continues to speak. It's his stubborn, workaholic attitude striking again. "But it's only fitting for a TRS agent like me to take part in missions like this. Even if it means tiring myself out." He slowly backs away towards where the exit of the cafeteria should be, holding his hat to his chest and bowing. "See you later after all this is done."
And so he is gone, walking down into the halls where he had been before.
@amelia ● I am so very sorry for the late reply!! Also here's a workaholic boyo ● 000
Of course he would not listen, Amelia was quite used to her input being ignored considering that the people in her field of work are loathe to listen to a determined young woman such as herself. Perhaps she had no right to prevent him from joining since she was no longer in the TRS, yet the fact that this apprentice persists on joining despite his obviously weakened condition could prove hazardous not only to him, but also for the investigation. Quite frankly, Amelia could sympathise with the apprentice's sentiments, being quite prone to overworking herself as well. Perhaps for that very reason and in considering her debilitated state, she did not at first interfere with Jason's departure. Nevertheless, as she listlessly observed Jason departing for the exit, she could not help but feel that something was amiss.
Then she suddenly recalled that not only was Jason a vampire, but that it was also midday. That, and the fact that the victims of serial killings were horribly mutilated as a result of the suspect's abilities assured the presence of a lot of blood in the crime scene. Amelia sighed knowing full well that her next course of actions would be a huge pain, she really wished that she could get this over with so that she could finally rest, after all she did not wish to transform into a walking bag of grouchiness. She promptly got out of her seat, stretched her back and finally sped towards the exit.
She closed in on the redheaded apprentice right as he reached the large entrance hall before she suddenly, yet subtly took hold of Jason's wrist. Amelia then uttered "Apologies for this, but this will only take a while...". As such, she attentively felt and perceived his blood pressure by fully utilising her augmented senses. After a few seconds, she finally released her grip on his wrists "Mr Flannagan your blood pressure is certainly high, especially for a vampire." She flatly stated. By now she could already tell, this will DEFINITELY be a pain yet she felt obliged to notify this apprentice the possible repercussions of participating in the mission in his current state.
"Now, there are three possible causes for this. One is of course, sleep deprivation, and taking into account the current time, I can see why you are in that state considering that vampires are biologically hardwired to tire out during daytime." Now, this should of course be common knowledge to Jason considering the he himself is a vampire. "...Bringing us to the next reason, which is too much exposure to sunlight..." Amelia added nonchalantly, continuing on so as to prove her point. "You intend to take part in the mission despite it being the middle of the day. That, in combination with your apparent lack of sleep suggests your inclination of braving the sunlight on the job which, I must say, is not recommended behaviour for a vampire. You should at least be aware of this."
Amelia did not stop there, no, she did not hold anything back. Jason's stubbornness could not only be a detriment to the mission, but could very well put his colleagues in danger as is implied by Amelia's next explanation. "Finally there is, of course, insufficient blood consumption which I do hope is not the case. Then again, exposure to sunlight and lack of sleep has a tendency to increase a vampire's craving for blood... I need not go any further." Amelia concluded. The young blonde woman endeavoured to maintain her formal and refined voice in her attempt at warning Jason in the most objective manner possible.
This of course, is not done out of spite but simply out of concern for the vampire's health, at least that was the case for now. Hopefully Jason is sensible enough to at least heed her words. "With all that said Mr Flannagan, I'm afraid I must insist that you do not participate in this particular mission, I hope you understand." Honestly speaking though, Amelia may just be full of herself again and is merely imposing her opinion on someone she had just met. But considering the logic behind her argument, she could say for absolute certain that she was in the right this time.
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No one is trailing him from behind, which is good, he guesses. He is relieved that no one would have to bother stopping him from going on too much work today. A mission is at hand and agents are supposed to be there to partake in it. If no one will come, then who else will help with it? This was always the mindset he has deemed to follow whenever at work. He's only committed one mistake, one he fails to notice until now, and that is--
He doesn't expect the sudden tug on his wrist, almost making him jump in surprise. Jason turns around, only to see Amelia Sutherland again, uttering before falling silent for a few moments, holding on to his wrist. At first he wonders whatever she is actually doing, and the agent is forced to be left standing there and blinking questionably at the woman in front of him. It is only when she finally lets go and he could withdraw his arm from her does he know what purpose she's done that for.
Amelia then speaks, almost nonstop, allowing no room for Jason to give his own insights. She tells it to him in what seems like a fast pace, but he completely understands what she is saying; the disadvantages to himself and to the mission at hand if he does intend to go to the mission and conduct it with several others. He stares at her, wide-eyed, now unable to talk once she stops. Thoughts suddenly swirl through his head and he takes into account the words that had poured out of her mouth from a while ago.
...Being a vampire could potentially cause the mission some harm. There would be blood everywhere, and knowing him as a part of his species, he'll probably be feasting on the said blood and flesh right now. He's in a tired state, and the heat only triggers this part of him to activate itself. Even though used to the animal blood for years, it's still inevitable if he refuses to drink blood for at least a day to have a taste of human blood.
...She's right, but he's too stubborn to admit it.
The young man lowers his head, still unable to speak. What more can he say to help himself win the argument? No, this isn't an argument, it's another scene of concerned people wanting him to stop and just rest. But... he can't. He has a job to do. He's a TRS Agent, he's not supposed to back down, he's not--
Jason perks his head up and smiles up at her, finally coming back to his senses.
That, and he starts walking back to where the cafeteria is.
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Admittedly, one may perceive some of Amelia's remarks to be uncalled for especially considering that she knew next to nothing about Jason. Her time in Secret Services may have empowered her judgement, yet criticising an apprentice with such austerity upon their first meeting could have merely been her fatigue taking over. Then again, piecing facts together is one of the young woman's most potent talents. The bags underneath his eyes, the short pauses between his words, mistaking day for night, all evidences insinuate the vampire's debilitated state from which the shifter woman could only base her following evaluation off of prior education regarding to such matters.
Beyond the lenses of her spectacles were her weary eyes, rigidly staring down the blues of Jason's irises all throughout the duration of her unofficial lecture. Should Jason's mentor, if he has any, witness the spectacle, then Amelia would have probably put them to shame. It was not as if she was required, nor was she inclined to prevent him from reporting to Mrs. Grans, knowing full well that he would have been denied participation anyways in accordance to TRS protocols. Despite all appearances, Amelia does not at all fancy herself a lecturer yet her concern for Jason's long-term well-being took precedence. By the time her monologue had concluded, Amelia's stern expression immediately softened upon noticing Jason lowering his head. Perhaps she may have said a bit too much.
Amelia promptly fixed her glasses as she diverted her gaze away from Jason. He should consider himself lucky that her temperament has not reached its boiling point by then. In retrospect, Amelia's tendency to reprimand others have been mostly met disapproval or occasionally, even outright hostility in the past. People working in militaristic fields were naturally averse to a supposedly pompous girl from a rich family telling them how to do their job, perhaps her past experiences with such people rendered her somewhat insensitive. Jason however, seemed to get it, as evidenced by his cordial smile as a response to the one-sided debate.
She stood there for a brief moment, convincing herself that she did a good thing shortly before turning back towards the cafeteria herself. As such, the sight of Jason's back with his ginger red locks intuitively caught her eyes attention throughout the short trip back. She certainly found it strange Jason's lack of reaction to the fact that she seemingly detected his particular species and blood pressure out of the blue, most people would have at least been perturbed by such a meddlesome act. Too crushed by Amelia's chastising perhaps?
She then began to wonder how old this vampire apprentice really was, he looked around her age or maybe younger, yet one may never be too sure around these immortal races. On a side note, Amelia began to clear her mind as she was starting to think of Jason too much. Before she realised, they were already in the cafeteria and nearing the table from where her tray and number had been positioned. Much to her displeasure, her lunch did not seem to be ready at the moment.
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