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.
Sometimes, shifts were fairly easy. Open and shut cases, or not that much to worry about - things that you had to put in other people's hands. This one, though, had her and her partner running about for the entire shift while they chased leads and possible suspects. Murder cases were the worst, in her view. The victim couldn't provide any answers, and people had a tendency to lie.
Nevertheless, it was over, and she had started her day with donuts so she couldn't complain. Of course, her stomach was growling like crazy now, but she needed to wait until she was home to deal with it. Amanda stretched, grimacing a little. Part of the reason she felt so damned tired was because of her need to eat.
But not just any food, oh no. Having to eat raw flesh was both a pro and a con of being a skinwalker. A pro because it was another form to shift into - a con because, well, having to eat raw flesh every day made it hard to hide the way she wanted to.
Still, she managed. The smirk that crossed her features was entirely un-Amanda-like as Enigma let some of her true personality slip out. She made it home, at last, slipping inside. She shed the skin of Amanda - replaced it with another human. Her true form was not her preferred form, after all. She dug into the fridge, ten seconds in the microwave to warm it up (warmer was better, but she couldn't put it in too long or else it didn't count as 'raw'), a new bit - fuck. She was out. She scowled at her freezer as if that could change things.
In her true form, she devoured the meat in seconds, debating. Did she hunt tonight, or tomorrow, and eat some of it fresh? She wanted fresh. But she also wanted to go outside.
Since it was Amanda who had entered her apartment, it was Amanda who left. She ambled along the streets, waiting for a restaurant to pop up that appealed to her and take care of the hunger her far-too-small amount of meat hadn't. Ah... hiding was difficult, but there were quite a few benefits to it.
Work was the same as usual. Chamomile went in, gave out room orders, did her rounds and checked in on all of the currently admitted ward patients, and then she made sure there weren't any missions that needed medics assigned to them before doing any actual medical things. Her job was more clerical, which Cami was fine with considering that was less people that she had to deal with an comfort. Really she was just overseeing what everybody else was doing and making sure they had the proper resources to do it.
When work was over she walked slowly out of the TRS headquarters. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to do currently. There hadn't been a surgery that Chamomile was involved with so she hadn't been able to get any fresh meat, but she also didn't exactly want to have to go out hunting. She had long given up hunting people, so animals it was, and really she had to go out into the wilderness if she was to get fresh meat. It was such a hassle.
Chamomile was considering this when she felt the prick at the back of her neck. The sense of unease that people seemed to get around her. She tilted her head and looked up, just in time to catch sight of a pair of heterochromatic eyes passing by her. As the woman passed by the feeling faded. Almost involuntarily Cami turned and started to follow the woman. She couldn't tell right now, if this woman was what Cami thought she was, but there was always one way to find out.
"Pardon me ma'am." Chamomile stared out as she moved into step beside the woman. "I couldn't help but notice how nice your skin was. What kind of product do you use if you don't mind me asking?" The question could be taken innocently enough. Just some younger looking girl asking about skin care products, but to a potential skinwalker perhaps it would mean more. Cami was hoping that it would mean more. She had only ever met another skinwalker once and the chance of meeting somebody new was intriguing.
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Unease. It rolled through her body like a wave gently lapping the shore. Skinwalker? Possibly. She kept walking, eyes roaming. Her answer was given: a question about skin.
Amanda turns, smiling. "Oh, uh -" What would she answer? "- just good old soap and water, really. I got lucky. And, hey, you know, you're too young to be worrying about that yet. You still look nice. Just keep clean and use sunscreen and... all of that." She shrugged. "Science pretty much says what you need to do to keep your skin nice and yourself healthy."
Enigma wanted to slip away, to call that the end of the conversation. The skinwalker was too close, would be too likely to know. For most people, skinwalkers were myths, legends, mysteries. For another one of her kind... no, they'd put it together too quickly. But a quick escape would give up her mask too easily.
"I'm Amanda," she offered, putting out her hand and beaming. At this point, usually, the unease was forgotten. Still there, since she couldn't help it, but overshadowed by her enthusiasm and general positive personality.
But this was another skinwalker. She had never met another one before, but she knew with confidence that this was, indeed, a skinwalker. The subtle question - she could read it. Skin, the sense of unease, it all added up. But playing dumb, not responding - that should hopefully throw the other off.
The last thing she wanted was some stranger figuring out the whole game.
Chamomile had been fairly sure of her detection. The last time she had met a skinwalker had been hundreds of years ago though... so maybe she had been wrong. Maybe her skills of detection weren't as good as she wanted them to be. The response was calm and friendly, not at all the response of some horrible monster hidden beneath a layer of skin that wasn't theirs. Still that feeling lingered though, dancing along Cami's skin and making her second guess her second guessing.
Perhaps she would ride this out. See where it went. Even if this woman wasn't a skinwalker she wanted to get to the bottom of why she felt like one.
"Oh I know my mom says the same thing you know? Always sayin' I'm too young to be worryin' about this kind of stuff. Gotta prepare for when I get old though you know? I wanna have skin like yours." She almost laughed, but even in this form her natural laugh was creepier than she wanted to reveal at this point, so she settled for a fake little chuckle instead, and then feigning worry.
"I'm so sorry. Not to say that you're old or anything. I mean you seem like you have an old soul. Like maybe hundreds or thousands of years old kinda old soul... but I'm sure you're just very wise." There was that little tip again, trying to figure out if this person was skinwalker or other. Cami's orange eyes darted to study the face of the person beside her. She didn't seem too worried at least. Even extending a hand to shake.
Chamomile shook it still, taking the hand of Amanda and shaking in way that she hoped was perceived as energetic. "I'm Chamomile Vignette, pleasure to meet you. You can call me Cami if you want though."
The skinwalker wasn't used to actually playing the part of a child. At her job it was generally unquestioned that she had something in her life that made her continuously look young. Chamomile was pretty sure that people assumed vampire or regular old shifter, but she didn't care to ask. Still, she didn't have to act like a child at her place of work. She probably didn't have to act like a child with this... woman, but if she was going to keep up the act then so was Cami. Two could play the pretending game. Chamomile had played it for a very long time before now and she would probably have to play it again. She could win this battle of wits.
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"Chamomile, huh? Like the plant?" Or the tea. Both were perfectly valid and reasonable options. Amanda smiled at the 'younger' girl. She was a good actor - the skinwalker could see that much. Still trying to suss out who and what she was, searching for answers. Answers she'd never have, of course, in the end.
"Old soul, huh... Yeah, I get that a lot. Of course... part of that could be my chosen profession. I'm a cop; when you're there, in the thick of things... yeah, you see some shit." A frown crossed her features. People dead, places robbed, the chaos of criminality. And if she wasn't so careful she could be a criminal herself. But following the straight and narrow path of what society dictated to be 'right' was no fun, and the way Enigma saw it - Enigma, not Amanda; the cultivated persona was terribly by-the-book - who was anyone else to say what was right or wrong?
"Anyway... it's a bit of a late night, isn't it? My shift ended late for me, but what about you? I hope you have some job that's more normal." She laughed.
She wondered if Cami would show the truth of things, would admit her true nature. How would Amanda react? That was worth thinking about. Probably with concern, worrying about delusion, and then with proof she'd... she'd opt to trust the other. Enigma wouldn't, but -
No, she was fond of the other skinwalker. They fell into their natural roles so easily - older with younger, a decade or so separating them. The true age was a mystery. Perhaps she could leave bread crumbs... it all depended on what the other was involved in. Someone else in law enforcement would be too risky; a TRS officer would be too clever. And then the game would be over before it began.
Enigma's hunger for secrets was in full force, and she found she wanted to know everything about this stranger, this skinwalker. What was her story? How long had she been around?
But the mask remained: Amanda stood there, smiling, waiting for Cami's response.
There was that doubt again, pricking at the back of Cami's brain. This woman, whoever she was, Amanda or otherwise, stayed calm and had answers for both of the questions that Cami had asked so far. If this woman, Amanda, was just that, then nothing that Cami said would be seen as anything other than a little strange, but if she was a skinwalker, hiding who she truly was, then Chamomile would have to work harder to either backtrack from her weird questions or dig into who this being was.
"Yeah! My mom was all about plants and stuff she taught my sister and I a lot about herbs and all of that." She stated at the woman's inquiry into her name. Cami wondered if this would be another tip to what she was. Her mother had taught her about herbs and healing and shamanism. If this being beside her had a past similar to Cami's then she might have had something similar for her.
The chosen profession interested Chamomile. A cop? That was quite interesting. If this being was a skinwalker then that would be a good way to skirt around the law and know how to avoid them. A quick flick of Cami's orange eyes shifted to the other's face, trying to gauge any meaning behind this profession aside from what was given. She still couldn't exactly place anything. Perhaps she had gotten lackluster in her ability to read other's after a long time of only having to read mortals and those located in the infirmary.
Chamomile nodded and as the other asked about why she was out so late. Cami chuckled again, making sure to avoid her actual laugh once more, and shrugged. "I also had a late shift, what a coincidence. I work as a medic so sometimes I even have to stay up all night. I'm sure you get that though." She mentioned. Her medic job wasn't a lie, more of a half truth. An eighteen year old wouldn't be the secondary medic in the TRS, but an eighteen year old might have a simple medic job running errands and administering basic care. So that was the reason for that statement.
Chamomile had chosen to be a medic for the TRS because it seemed like a job where a bit of flesh here and there wouldn't be missed considering the high mortality rate and need for surgeries. She wondered if being a police officer would provide that kind of opportunity, to snatch a quick bite from some victim somewhere. Perhaps not for fear of tainting the evidence and having an investigation be set out. Still, Cami was curious as to what reasons went into becoming a police officer, even if Amanda was just a human.
"So why did you become a police officer? It wasn't to get away with any crazy murders or anything was it?" Chamomile asked with the same chuckle, playing it off as a joke at the woman's expense, accusing her, but not really. Easy to avoid the implication of the joke not being a joke. She wondered, either way, if Amanda would call her out on it.
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A herbalist mother - that was interesting. A thing of the modern day. Yes, it all lined up - bits and pieces here and there that wouldn't trigger anyone who wasn't looking for it. Mentally, Enigma was drooling. There were so many opportunities here, a game to play that left her craving more.
"A medic? Huh, maybe there's more in common with us than I thought." She smiled at Chamomile, dropping the hint so subtly - maybe it wasn't even a hint. What could be in common with a medic and a doctor, however?
It was answering Cami's question that Amanda provided the answer. "I wanted to help others. I don't have much in the way of... well, patience, or... good bedside manner? Is that what it's called? I'm pretty good with people, but once they get sick I get kind of annoyed with how most people end up. So rather than doing anything with that... I try to keep innocent people safe. Apprehend criminals, feed thieves who only steal because they're hungry. That kind of thing."
She smiled warmly, almost happily at the 'younger' girl. "So if you're a medic, I take it you want to help people as well?" And then there was a pause, a laugh. "Or maybe you're just a sadist and enjoy people suffering," she teased.
But maybe a skinwalker would read more into the words. Maybe a skinwalker would see them what they are for: an accusation. After all, a skinwalker choosing to be a medic... the thought intrigued her. How could she bare being surrounded by flesh so close, so easy for the taking? Flesh she could eat and none would be the wiser...
Or maybe she did eat it, steal the lives of the old and infirm - the ones who would die anyway. It would lead to older forms, forms that maybe weren't as flexible as ones resembling youth, but it would be interesting anyway.
"So you plan to be a nurse? Or is doctor more your speed?" Amanda winked at her.
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