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.
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] It was a long day for Charlotte. Normally she would be working the morning shifts at her job, but because of the lack of servers, Charlotte was forced to work a night shift. She had no issues working later than usual, in fact she enjoyed the new experience. She loved watching the sun slowly begin to set behind the buildings whenever she wasn't really busy. She also enjoyed how quiet the Café became during the evening. Whenever she worked the morning shifts, she would expect to have quite a far amount of business shuffling in throughout the day. Many people favourited the Café, so there were regulars coming daily in the morning. But once the sun peeked above the buildings, illuminating the Café with it's sparkling rays of light, that's when everything started to slow down. [break][break]
There was one downfall to working the night shifts; when Charlotte closed up the shop, she immediately noticed how dark it was outside. It scared her. Normally, Charlotte would never be caught dead being outside in the dark. She was always afraid of what might happen in the darker corners of the night. She has read stories of people who walked the streets at night... those stories never ended happily. But, having no other option, Charlotte was forced to walk the streets of Lorsette after hours.[break][break]
Charlotte was utterly paranoid throughout her walk home. She looked down every alley she passed, terrified there might be a dark hooded figure staring back at her. She would always watch carefully of her surroundings, watching to see anyone might decide she was a worthy victim. She didn't do much to prevent them from noticing her fear. Her arms were wrapped around her bag which was pressed up against her chest. She felt more comfortable if she held her things closer to her. She figured it might help prevent by-passers from grabbing her bag and yanking it out of her hand. She was walking awkwardly also. Only taking small steps at a time before checking her surroundings once more. A regular person might have found her overreacting a bit, but Charlotte was genuinely petrified. She didn't know what to expect, this was unusual and strange to her. People who found walking the city at night to be appealing appalled her. How could anyone enjoy the night when there was so many monsters that lurked in the dark?[break][break]
Finally, Charlotte rounded a corner and made it to the street of her apartment. She was only minutes away from being home, a place of protection, and her heart fluttered at the thought of being safe. However, Charlotte's life never ends with a happy ending. She heard the bike before she saw it. The engine was pretty loud, and it startled Charlotte as it came closer to her. She paused in her walk, picturing all the worst possible outcomes that might occur where a motorbike and her might be involved. She didn't know what she could do. Every action she pictured herself doing in her mind ended up with her being hit by the motorbike. Having no other faithful option, Charlotte remain still as she turned to face the bike from behind her. [break][break]
Charlotte had no idea what to make of the situation in front of her. Everything just seemed to move too quickly for her to comprehend what happened. She watched as the driver zips by her and begins to lose control of his bike. She couldn't really make out his physical structure other than, at one point he was a slender blur that seemed to expand into a wide blur. Regardless, the driver seemed to have almost gained control of their bike once more, had it not been for the curb of the sidewalk that sent the figure flying into Charlotte's apartment complex. For a moment, Charlotte didn't move. She didn't know what really happen. At one point the figure was on the noisy bike, and the next they were slamming into her complex's building. The whole situation was jumbled in her mind that still tried to state further terrible outcomes that might occur. However, it wasn't long before Charlotte started to run towards the stranger, forgetting about all of her worries from before.[break][break]
The first thing she noticed were the horns extending out from his head. D-D.. D-Demon..? Her heart started to thunder against her chest; immediate panic building up in her body. H-Horns..? N-Not possible.. Not possible! She told herself in her mind, the rising fear cloaking her judgement completely. Nothing else seemed to register to Charlotte. The only thing she could see were the blackish horns that curved downwards from the mans head. Pathetic.. Her other spoke into their shared mind. Watch the man bleed, I'm sure you'll be proud of yourself for having left him there to suffer in agony. Sadly, her cruel partner was right in a sarcastic way. Regardless of her feelings towards Satan's offsprings, Charlotte still cared more about others than she cared about herself. And at this moment, this man needed her help. She hesitantly moved closer to the plainly featured man, frightened of what he might do if she got to close to him. Crouching down beside him, she spoke softly, not really expecting a responds. "Y-You're injured. I-I'm going to help you up, okay?" Unsure of herself, Charlotte timidly hoisted the man onto his feet and began slowly walking him into the apartment complex and up into her room.
Boy, this guy was heavy. She had underestimated the weight she would be carrying because of the man's physic; as well as neglected her own physical strength. He had an average build and didn't seem to suggest that he weighed more than the average weight of a gentleman his size, but Charlotte could barely hold him up straight. Had it not been for the fact the stranger was still slightly conscious; miraculously, she wouldn't be able to carry him farther than the lobby. However, given all of these facts, Charlotte was still determined to help the man. He was probably suffering from some kind of head trauma, given the impact he endured to his skull moments ago. She needed to get him to her room, only just to stabilize him before calling emergency to come grab him. But one thing still concerned her, those horns... Are they just apart of some costume? And if they were, why now? Halloween was months away, so why bother celebrating when its only just turned spring? She needed to clear her mind. There were bigger concerns besides horns that were attached or glued to the mans head. [break][break]
As she slowly maneuvered him towards the door of the apartment complex, the stranger ended up stumbling a bit. He fell against the wall, bring Charlotte with him; which she accidentally collided into his other side because of his weight. She silently cursed herself for being so weak she couldn't hold him up herself. She hadn't thought about how she was going to carry this man when she decided to hoist him onto his feet. Everything was still a blur in her mind, and the only thing she knew at the moment was he was bleeding; and that's never a good thing. She held more tightly to his side where her hand was placed in order to support him upright, while she helped pull him free from the wall and finally headed inside. [break][break]
They were moving slowly but steadily into the lobby, before the stranger decided to take a seat onto one of the couches. She couldn't really protest given the fact she couldn't carry him without his own support. So, once he decided he was going to sit, there was nothing else she could've done beside let him sit. Knowing this, Charlotte released him as he sat down onto the couch. At first, she figured it might be because he needed a rest from the short walk. Charlotte wouldn't blame him, it sort of looked like a hard blow to the head from how she witnessed it. But it didn't take long for her to realize the truth to why he sat down. He began to question her motives, and in a way, he was right. And that scared her. She didn't know him, and she was about to bring him into her apartment room. The place she calls her home. He was indeed a stranger, but... he was hurt.. What else was she suppose to do? Leave him there to bleed to death? That scared Charlotte more than bringing a stranger into her home. "I-I'm sure. You're hurt and needed help. I have some ointments and pads to help stop the bleeding in my room." She explains, desperately trying to focus on his eyes and not the blood that runs down the side of his face. "I-I figured it was the best course of action at this give moment before the ambulance comes." Charlotte pressed her lips together, nibbling on the inside of her mouth. She was getting more nervous the longer they talked, the more time they spent while he slowly bleed from his skull. But she didn't feel right to remove him from the couch when it was his choice to sit down in the first place. So instead, she anxiously fiddled with her fingers, a clock ticking like a bomb in her mind; waiting for his reply.
Charlotte stopped her fiddling and instead held her hands. His rejection of her suggestion caused her to become more anxious about the situation. She had no real medical experience aside from patching up minor wounds she had caused to herself, or others had inflicted to her. Regardless, those were less serious injuries and didn't particular call upon advance medical help. But in this situation, the head trauma the man had experience required a lot more than Charlotte could give. Why would he refuse it? She thought to herself, her eyes shifting between his eyes and the hand that covered majority of his wound. It made her cringe slightly at the sight of his hand being placed upon his open head. His hand must've been filthy! And probably covered in germs! Yet, she was slightly thankful to him for covering the area. Even though she's seen a lot of blood before, Charlotte never enjoyed the sight of gore. "Y-yes. I can-.."[break][break]
Her eyes widened when he stood on his own. "W-Wait!" She shouted before lunging towards the man without thinking first. There was no way he could possibly stand by himself without support! He literally just broke his head in! It was not humanly possible for him to be walking by himself...! Right? She reached for his waist, hoping to catch him if he fell; but once again to her surprise, the man was standing. Charlotte backed away slowly from the stranger, creating an invisible barrier between her and the impossible. "H-How..." She whispered almost inaudibly. It was impossible.. It had to be impossible for a man to literally stand on his own from an experience like that one! Yet, here he was. Standing as if it this was another Tuesday for him. Charlotte's eyes looked down at the floor, eyes still wide like saucers. They scanned the floor, her mind searching for answers that weren't there. She could feel that building panic in the pit of her stomach rising to her throat. Quickly, she shut her eyes tightly. "Breathe..." She told herself in a soft, calming whisper. This was no time to panic. He was bleeding; and he needed her help.[break][break]
Taking a deep breathe, Charlotte exhaled and returned her eyes back to the brown eyed male. "M-My apartment room is on the 3rd floor. Let's take the elevator." Charlotte said, gesturing towards the elevator with her head. But the idea of him walking by himself still bothered her. "I-I'm sorry for asking.. but... are you sure you can walk by yourself?" Her eyes looked at him in a concerning manner. "I think it would be best if I supported you."
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] While they were ascending to the 3rd floor of the apartment building, the elevator had shifted enough to cause Charlotte's companion to lose his balance. She immediately felt the weight of the heavy man pressing down on her and for a brief moment, Charlotte didn't adjust herself to the newly acquainted weight. Although she was aware that when he stumbles, she will become his reliant; Charlotte was still caught off by the abrupt change. Realizing what she needed to do in this situation, she closed her eyes and pressed against him with all her might. As she barely managed to hold the horned-man up, a quiet doubt crept it's way into Charlotte's sub-conscious. Weak... She pressed her lips together, trying her best not to concentrate on the negative words that began to float around her mind.[break][break]
It didn't take long before the dirty blonde manage to regain his balance and Charlotte was finally released from the burden of his overbearing weight. However; just as they straightened out, a grunt came out of him. She wondered if the reason he was grunting was because she held his waist so tightly it could've caused some kind of pain to his midsection. D-Did I hurt him? She ask herself, concern washing over her as she looked up at his pained expression. I did, didn't I... Charlotte adverted her eyes from his face, dread flowing through her veins like poison. You can't do anything right. A groan sounded in her mind from her twin, pulling her into a depth of hopelessness. Charlotte began to loosen up her grip on the man, both from fear of hurting him again and from her own self-pity. Her shoulders slouched as her shrank down to a smaller size, making her look pathetic. Because she is... she is pathetic.. [break][break]
You will always hurt every-.."Some pain meds would be great too if you got any," Charlotte was pulled out of her trace by both the ring of the elevator, and the discomforted sound of the stranger. With her attention now alert once more, she quickly returned her gentle grip around his waist. Allowing him to rely on her tiny strength once more. "O-of course!" She stuttered, still trying to return to reality as they made their way out of the elevator. [break][break]
"It's just up here." 603, her apartment room on the right side of the slender hallway. There was nothing particularly special about her rooms location or even this floor. It seemed normal as normal could seem. The floors were a plain redwood colour, and the walls were a brilliant carmine colour with brown trimmings. There weren't any sort of art plastered on the walls, in fact it was just.. bare. The only accent to the entire hallway was the small window at the end of the hall, allowing for the cooling night-time air to flow through the seemingly hot hall. Using her free hand, Charlotte reached into her purse and pulled out her keys, unlocking the door with a swift turn of the key. [break][break]
Carefully, Charlotte helped her companion through the door and onto the single couch in her small apartment. "Pain meds... Pain meds..." She muttered to herself in attempts to remember as she scurried out of the opened room and into the bathroom where all her medical stuff was located. Opening the cabinet, she looked through the many odd bottles and boxes she had placed into the medicine cabinet and selected what she believed she needed. Grabbing the first aid kit on her way out, she returned to the man seated on her couch. "Pain meds, right?" Charlotte asked, holding out the prescribed bottle to the injured stranger.
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Charlotte opened the cabinet and began to search through her various prescribed bottles. They ranged from antidepressants to pain medication that was stronger than those you get over the counter. She knew some of her prescriptions were expired, ever since she stopped taking them daily. Her doctor and therapist never truly understood what was going on with her. They had always suspected she had schizophrenia or some other mental illness. They never took the time to actually realize that what she was trying to tell them.. was actually true.. Charlotte reached for her milder pain medication, reading the label over to make sure it won't be to strong for him before double checking it wasn't expired. Sighing softly to herself, Charlotte turned only to be completely off-guard by the stranger now standing at the opened doorway.[break][break]
She hadn't had time to catch what he said before the panic shot its way through her vein's, causing Charlotte gasp in shock and release her grip on the bottle before backing away towards the bath tube. She placed her left hand over her center, hoping it might still her racing heart. It only took her a matter of seconds to calm down just enough to assess the situation. "O-Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" She blurted, couching down to the bottle that now lay on the ground, its lid rolling to the man's feet. [break][break]
Pills were scattered across the tiled floor and only a few remained in the bottle. She felt devastated as she stared at the now wasted tablets being covered in the bacteria's of a bathroom. "I-I didn't know you'd follow me.. I-I.." She paused looking up at her guest with a face of distraught. "I can get you something else!" Charlotte prattled, returning her gaze to the ground while she scooped up as many pills as she can in a hurried manner.[break][break]
OOC: I repeated a little bit from my other post to give more details to the situation! ^^ Hope you enjoy <3
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] "No, no, it's fine. Sorry," [break][break]
Did she hear him right? Was he truly apologizing to the clutz that crouched on the floor? What had he needed to apologize for, he had done nothing wrong. This was all Charlotte's fault; she had dropped the bottle, she was making him wait to get more pills, she was in the way.. Charlotte pressed her lips together and stared at the floor, the negative thoughts swarming in on her again. Why couldn't she improve herself? Was she that much of a obstruction to society? Her hands were still shaking from the adrenaline that is now slowly exiting her body. Carefully; she clenched her hands into fists, squeezing the pills that were inside them. Charlotte was frustrated at herself, at her body, at her entire existence. Because she hated being like this... Hate beinga helplessly pathetic person.[break][break]
"Don't worry, these will do fine,"[break][break]
Taken away from herself for a moment, Charlotte's celeste blue eyes finally locked once more with her visitor's sharp brown ones. She found herself looking at this interesting man's cocky smile as he popped two tablets into his mouth and swallowed them without even taking a sip of water. She stared at him, baffled by his bold action as though he has done the unthinkable. "Y-You didn't have to!" She exclaimed, "I could've gotten something less..." frowning at the bathroom, Charlotte finished her sentence without needing to speak; "filthy."[break] Within a couple of final scooping, the stranger and Charlotte managed to finish cleaning the mess of pills, leaving them in their rightful place inside the prescribed bottle. Using her knees, Charlotte pulled herself up to her petitè height and looked at the man with an apologetic smile. Before she could give him a heart-wrenching apology, the man politely dismissed Charlotte from the bathroom.[break][break]
Her mouth was slightly ajar as if she had something to say, before Charlotte quickly snapped it shut and nodded her head in understanding. He wanted to be alone, and she understood that - or, she understood as best she could. However, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a slight sting from being dismissed and not asked to help. She wanted to help him because he was her responsibility; at least that's how she felt. The absurdly dressed, weirdly horned man was a guest in her home and one that was hurt. Charlotte wanted help him.. No, Charlotte needed to help him. Yet, here she was, exiting the bathroom with the apologetic smile still plastered on her face as she kindly spoke to the gentlemen, "I'll be out here if you need anything." She closed the door behind her, if only to give him privacy, before making her way to the couch she had once sat him upon. For all her cries of 'self improvement', she couldn't help but let those same negative thoughts flutter their way back into her mind. Just an obstruction.. thats all..
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] The words from the stranger echoed like a voice in a empty cave within her mind. "The last thing I'd call your bathroom is filthy." Her cheeks began to emit a rosy hue before Charlotte covered her face in her hands, embarrassed. She knew his words were meant to calm her, but it in fact, its done the opposite. She felt self-conscious and confused. Why would he say that? Charlotte questioned. Its a bathroom after all, its generally always filthy. Charlotte pressed her lips together in thought, trying to analyze why a stranger like him, would want to compliment someone like her. Maybe he was just trying to be polite. Charlotte managed to conclude, a warm feeling spreading over the chill that remained on her heart from earlier. Pulling her hands away from her face, Charlotte smiled a bit; a knew understanding coming to the light. But almost like everything in her life, it never lasted long. I wouldn't get too happy just yet, Darlin'. You never know someone until you... know them. Charlotte could almost hear the evil grin creep up on the anonymous face from her last words. It sent chills down her spine, sending that proud smile off with the wind.[break][break]
Immediately Charlotte was pulled out from her thoughts from the shout that came from the bathroom. She stood up as quickly as she could and was about to rush to the man's need before realizing what he had asked. "What's your name anyways?" Relief washed over her as she placed her hand over her heart, allowing the touch to steady the pounding beneath it. She took a couple of moments to gather herself together before answering the man. "I-I'm Charlotte!" she called back, the loudness in her voice making her flinch. She hated yelling.... Slowly Charlotte crept closer to the bathroom door if only to speak a bit more softly. "I'm Nicolas,"Nicolas, she spoke in side her mind with a quiet smile he could not see. Sinfully, it made Charlotte happy to finally learn the name of the stranger in her apartment room. After all, he was sort of using her private space. [break][break]
"It's nice to meet you Nicolas." She replied, her voice hinting at the smile she wore. "N-Not to be a bother, but um..." She paused, anxious if what she was about to ask would be inappropriate; especially since she felt like a burden to him at the moment. "Is everything okay in there?"
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Charlotte blinked at the tortilla coloured bathroom door, baffled. Healing hex? She recalled his words, sorting out the meaning behind it in her head with confusion. I-In my bathtub? The more she spoke to herself within her mind, the more things didn't add up. Why in her bathtub for starters, and what on earth was a healing hex? Had he meant something else, or was he... Serious? Charlotte chuckled softly out loud, turning away from the door for a moment to laugh at how preposterous it sounded to her. Of course he wasn't serious. If anything, he probably had only meant he was taking a hot bath. The hot water had always helped relaxed her muscles and bring a calming sense over her body, easing whatever might have caused her trouble or pain. But as she thought about it, the more questions began to build. Why in HER tub? And why take a bath for a head wound? [break][break]
Glancing over her shoulder, she once again stared at the door, the confusion rising enough to nearly overwhelm her. It wasn't as though she had minded him using what was hers, if only it helped with his intimidating injury. But a hot bath? Did hot baths really help with those kinds of wounds? [break][break]
As she thought to herself continuously, she finally realized she still had not answered him. Panicked, Charlotte quickly replied with whatever came to her mind. "A-Alright!" Just as the word fell off her tongue, Charlotte's eyebrows pressed together; creating wrinkles between them. How pitiful she sounded. Not a single questioned asked or even any notion to what he was doing inside her private bathroom; just a simple reply that literally had no meaning behind it. He might think I'm not paying attention to our conversation. She thought, regret wrapping itself around her throat, making her gulp down her emotions. [break][break]
So, did you find an answer yet? Her grinning partner asked. Quiet Vanessa. Charlotte replied, her tone more delicate than usual. I'm not hearing a yes~ She teased in response, stretching out the syllables of 'yes' for more emphasis. Sighing with annoyance, Charlotte crossed her arms over her stomach protectively, a slightly frown being worn on her distraught expression.
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] The sound of running water drew Charlotte's attention back to the door. So he was going to take a bath. She thought to herself, expecting to feel relieved from finally coming to a conclusion, but something felt amiss. However, not having any other option to lean towards, Charlotte merely dismissed the tingling feeling in her stomach. It's just a bath. It doesn't need to make sense. She tried to reassure herself as she turned to walk away from the bathroom door; allowing Nicolas to have some privacy. Are you sure you want to do that? Almost as if on cue, the water from the tub stopped. [break][break]
It hadn't sounded as though the tub was full while the water was running, and it wasn't running for very long. So then, what was he--- Charlotte turned back around, facing the door once again; reaching towards the knob, curiously. Her fingers grazed the luke-warm metal, slowly wrapping her fingers entirely around it. She needed to know. The curiosity was driving her insane. What was a healing hex if it wasn't a bath? Why would he promise to make sure it was all clean? Nothing was making any sense![break][break]
Charlotte stared at the knob of the door, unmoving. Was she seriously about to break a person's privacy only to get answers SHE wanted? Was she really turning into that kind of person? ... Is this who she's become? Did you really think you were a good person? Vanessa.. Always hitting Charlotte where it hurt most, but she's right. She's not a good person.. She never was.. Her hand grew limb and released the handle, allowing for her arm to return back to her side. Her eyes drifted downwards, until they met with the white carpeted floor of her apartment. Why am I such a fool...[break][break]
Just then, the click of the door opening quickly brought Charlotte's attention back to the emerging Nicolas. His wet hair was pulled away from his face as though he had attempted to dry it with the very towel on his shoulder. Allowing full very of the healed scar on his forehead. [break][break]
"See what'd I tell you all cleaned up."[break][break]
Although he had moved out of the way for her to view the clean bathroom, her eyes never left the scar on his forehead. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her breath hitching at the shocking sight. "There's no way.." She whispered breathlessly out loud, forgetting his presence was there. "A quick bath... I-It can't... T-Thats---!" Pulling her hands close to her chest Charlotte's eyes grew wider as her pupils grew smaller. Fear emitting off of her like sweat. She stumble backwards, if only to create that safe distance between her, and the unexplainable. That was until, her heel caught the edge of the counter.[break][break]
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] She tried to catch herself, by throwing her elbows out as if they were wings; which only created more injuries than necessarily. Her left elbow slammed against the stone countertop, while her right remained stuck out in mid-air. The strong impact against her skin was surely going to leave one nasty bruise. One that'll hurt for days and distract her from her daily tasks. Oh how she loathed having such a weak and fragile body. [break][break]
Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting for the collision with the floor to happen. Even with the soft carpet, there was no stopping the fact her physique was sure to be ruined. So many bruises.. All of them to be unpleasant. This was her life. Always breaking, and constantly broken. Nothing could fix her. Charlotte was just born this way. She was just made to be weak... But as Charlotte waited to feel the coming pain, she quickly realized she wasn't falling anymore. The rushing air that grazed her smooth cheeks as she fell, had stopped. Still cringing, Charlotte hesitantly opened her eyes.[break][break]
That was when she realized what had caught her in mid-air. It wasn't the man whom stood near her; but not enough to reach her. No. It was the black fog that held her up as though it possessed an invisible body. She could feel the force of it against her back, feel the hands around her arms as it lifted her back onto her feet. It moved so unnaturally, like it really was alive but yet... It wasn't..[break][break]
Charlotte's face paled at the sight of what saved her from her fall. She watched the smog carefully, even as it drew itself away from her. It almost looked... cautious? As if it was unsure if what it's done was the right thing to do. Once she was comfortable with the distance of the smoke, Charlotte slowly drifted her eyes back to the Nicolas; finally seeing him in a different light. One.. that was much darker than her liking.[break][break]
"Look, clearly I'm freaking you out so I can leave if you want." [break][break]
His face looked panicked, as though he too didn't know what to make of this situation. She; however, didn't know what to make of his expression. "H-How.." She managed out, her words choking on her fear. "I-Is this possible" She felt like she couldn't breath. Like her throat was squeeze shut on her. Everything was becoming too much. Nothing was really making any sense. Things like this aren't suppose to happen. These kinds of things are only written in fairy tales. [break][break]
"Please..." She beg, her tone weak and fragile. "T-Tell me what's going on.." Slowly, Charlotte moved her arms closer to her, crossing them over her chest. As if she tried hold herself together, knowing at any moment she could fall apart.
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Having no other option, Charlotte obediently sat down on the chair Nicolas gestured to. She wondered if she was making the right choice. It hadn't looked as though the stranger that; now, rummaged through her kitchen had any intentions of hurting her. In fact, the way he reacted to her fall from earlier. She could almost see the surprise in his face as though he hadn't meant for things to go down the way they did. Even now, as he opens cabinets after cabinets looking for what he desired, Charlotte could see the distraught in his facial features. It made her feel a tad more relieved that he wasn't going to hurt her. But... Having seen what she saw... She was still scared. Of him? She wasn't really sure...[break][break]
Finally having found what he was looking for, Nicolas poured her some water and slide it over to her. The noise that came from the glass was horrible. It screeched along the stone counter top before making it into Charlotte extended hand; her other pressed against her ear. Her ears weren't specifically sensitive to such things, but this sound in particular was aweful.[break][break]
"...Okay so...I'm going to assume you've never seen a power before," [break][break]
Power... What? Charlotte stared at his perplexed expression, revealing the same puzzlement as him. People didn't have powers. Things like those were told in fairy tales, or superheroes stories. Powers didn't exist... Curses on the other hand... Charlotte knew all to well they did. Remaining quiet like the obedient dog she was, Charlotte nodded her head; acknowledging what he said was true. [break][break]
"I'm not sure where you came from or... But lots of people have powers... or most do...some don't but a lot do...I guess depending on where...you come from..."[break][break]
His movements were awkward as he attempted to explain to her what she could not comprehend. Charlotte watched as he shrugged to gesture to the many, or point in opposite directions. He was struggling with this. But Charlotte allowed him to continue, trying to understand what nonsense he was saying. "Lots of people have powers?" She questioned, her eyebrows creasing together with confusion. She's never met anyone who had a 'power' it was always just her who had... Something different, but she wouldn't call it a power. Cause to Charlotte, it wasn't. Her 'curse' was an abomina- Hey! Vanessa cried out, the obvious rage plastered over her voice. I hope you remember what happens when you piss me OFF! Startled by her voice echoing inside their conjoined mind, Charlotte curling into herself a bit. Releasing the cup for a moment, she began to play with her prayer beads. The comfort they gave relaxing her tense nerves. [break][break]
"Have you really never seen or experienced anything...abnormal in your life?" [break][break]
And there it was. The single spark she needed to understand. "Abnormal?" Her eyes grew wide once more as she recalls the single and most abnormal thing in her life. "W-Well... I..I.." She started, but stopped remembering why she kept it a secret for so long. Why she hid IT from the world. Because.. I kill everything you hold dear. The malicious creature wondering in her mind chimed in. She could almost see the grin creep up on her lips as she spoke. Also hear the evil intent in her worlds. She couldn't tell him... He cannot know.. Its for his safety. [break][break]
"N-No... I er um.." She tried, obviously trying to come up with something other than what she originally wanted to say. "Powers. No. I never saw anyone, or met anyone who had 'powers'." Charlotte explained truthfully, hoping it might cover up her other truth. She knew lying was a sin. And knew that God didn't like people who lied to one another.. But it was a defence. Her truth hurt more people than she wanted to admit. Hurt more than a simple lie could do. This was for their protection. So even though God might be mad now, she hoped he understand why she done it. "Your scar... The smoke..." Her words trailed off a bit, fear sinking in again. "I-Its impossible..."
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.