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.
Xander awaited an answer from the Malcolm and sure enough he got one, however it wasn't exactly what he wanted. Xander sighed lightly as he heard Tyson explain that he wasn't Malcolm, but in fact it was his brother that was named Malcolm. He said all of this without ever revealing his true name to Xander. Xander groaned lightly, what was he supposed to make out of all of this? This homeless kid was brothers with this other guy who had embraced the homeless guy so thoughtlessly in public. Xander wasn't sure what he could add to the situation but instead decided to simply ask for his name.
"So if Malcolm isn't your name, then what is?" Xander was a little fed up with the situation. Sure these two were seemingly interesting characters, despite being ignored by the man doing the embracing, which frankly ticked Xander off. "Nice to meet you Malcolm..." Xander spoke with a bit of irritation in his voice, he clearly was a little upset about the situation, and frankly, the interest he had in them was beginning to die out.
When the one who appeared to be the youngest of the brothers began to separate from Malcolm Xander was a little surprised. Why would he want to leave his brother. He looked completely disgusting, needed a fresh change of clothes, yet he refused to go home. Something was a miss, but Xander's patience was drawing thin. He had gotten answers, and although they weren't everything that he hoped for he was at least satisfied in his little reconnaissance mission, if they separated now so be it.
"Before you go why not just tell me your real name?" Xander called out to the fleeing brother not making a motion to go after him. He clearly wanted to be left alone after all, so Xander was done trying to make nice with him. Xander was sure he could be of help to the fleeing guy, but he clearly didn't want help, or at least it seemed that way to Xander. Xander had all the time in the world to make friends, he didn't need to chase them down, but he also had all the time in the world to help others, which he wasn't against as long as the friendship was give and take. Xander could clearly tell something was off with this whole situation, but it was perhaps better left to people who had a stronger will than his own.
Tyson couldn't help but feel somewhat conflicted with Malcolm and Xander both being here. He hadn't meant to lie to Xander, not for the reason that he might have believed but for the sake of his family not finding him and though it might seem pointless now, he wasn't ready to return home even though his brother was standing right here. He couldn't bring himself to answer Xander's question, even though he knew that he deserved to have one. He hadn't answered Malcolm's question either, even though it would have been fair to do so. He owed them both an answer but just couldn't bring himself to give it. He had suddenly pulled away from Malcolm before saying his comment to prove that this was good bye. He fled from them, choosing not to give an answer. He heard his brother yell at him, encouraging him to try even harder to flee away from them. Just before rounding a corner, he heard Xander asking him his question. 'My name is Tyson.' He used telepathy, hoping the action wouldn't startle Xander too much since it likely had come off as a loss cause in getting the answer.
'I'm sorry about lying about my name, it wasn't fair to you.' He used telepathy to Xander with his apology as he suddenly came to a stop after seeing some AP headed in his direction. He knew exactly where he had seen them before, back in Aria Village. Slowly he would back away and round the corner he had come from, having seen them take notice of him. "Go back that way...." He called towards Malcolm, whom he knew he could assume would follow him, of course seeing him had confirmed it. "Hey Blondie, come back here. We just want to chat with you." One of the AP members called, footsteps able to be heard as they followed close behind Tyson with the intention of catching him.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Name borrowing was a peculiar crime, especially for someone like Tyson in Malcolm's opinion. Unfortunately, it made something obvious, his brother still did not wish to return home. Prayers were sent, the blond pleading to the gods for mercy, for Tyson's decisions to alter. A single desire rung through his head, penetrating all other thoughts in favour of fixating on his problems with his bespectacled brother. He needed to catch up, speak with him and finally coax the youngest in the McCavallor family to return home.
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Thus, Malcolm sprinted after his brother, ignoring the purple-haired stranger in favour of trying to persuade his brother to return home. The opportunity presented itself for at least a chance, leaving a determined warlock to follow behind Tyson, hopeful that he could bring him home. Steps were quick, the movements for the sole purpose of attempting to reach his blue-eyed brother. As Malcolm sprinted in pursuit, the edges of his blue coak flowing behind him from the sudden, quick movements. Each step would bring him closer and he hoped he would not lose track of Tyson.
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Questions were not answered as Malcolm followed his brother, refusing to relent as he followed his dishevelled brother. People were ahead of them, Tyson abruptly stopping and calling back to him. A brow raised from the words, however, the stubborn warlock refused to cease. The men called at his brother, each face was a stranger to Malcolm, thus he kept sprinting, reaching to grab Tyson's wrist.
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"Tyson? What's going on?" Malcolm whispered.
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As the eldest sibling, Malcolm placed a hefty responsibility on his shoulders, one related to protecting his younger triplets. Even if he was merely a few minutes older, the red-eyed blond was determined to fulfill his duties as an older sibling. These are the expectations of siblings, the guidelines Malcolm followed were something most expected of the eldest child.
Xander calmly stood his ground. Was there much point in following these two any longer? He was a little surprised when the younger brother began sprinting away. However soon enough Xander received an answer to his questions. "Wha?!" He spoke aloud as the sound of Tyson's voice entered his mind. The experience was a little weird for Xander but he received Tyson's name, and somewhat of an apology. By this time Tyson had already rounded a corner and was out of sight, with Malcolm trailing behind him. Xander however decided to stay still and not chase them. Xander sighed realizing that they ran in the direction he was going in anyways, so he would check out what was going on one last time.
Xander jogged first to get around the corner until the two were in sight. This was when Xander casually walked instead, his curiosity was almost killed at the point. His purple hair swayed in the wind as the cold weather seemed to pick up in spirit. Xander couldn't help but think of Tyson in this, had he really decided to be on his own in this type of weather? He had some strength to decide to stay outside in the cold, especially with winter coming in fast.
This was when Xander noticed that Tyson had turned around. What was going on now? Xander wasn't curious enough to stop, he kept walking towards the two brothers who seemed to be quite close to each other now. Xander was close enough now to hear the footsteps of the other men, but he didn't take into account that they were after Tyson.
"Shouldn't you be running a little faster?" Xander called out playfully to Tyson, unwittingly walking right in between Tyson and the men following him. Xander had no intention of getting in their way, but he unknowingly just did. They would either have to bump right into him or take time to avoid Xander in order to get to Tyson. This is when Xander put together that these guys were after Tyson. Xander didn't want to look like he was out right trying to stop the AP. That sounded like too much work. However getting in their way just enough to slow them down was easy enough right? If even just to do so as Xander made his way home, it wasn't that much of a hassle, so Xander tried to slow the men down by staying in between them and Tyson, if buying just enough time for Tyson to get moving again.
This time Xander ignored the other brother Malcolm, not taking any time to address or speak to him, as that seemed to be useless.
Tyson couldn't help but pout when Malcolm had caught him instead of going back the other way when he had been instructed to do so. He knew that Malcolm was the oldest, shouldn't have to listen to him but he feared what would occur should Malcolm meet these two AP members as he had done. He was quiet when Malcolm asked his question, attempting to tug Malcolm to follow after him instead of staying in their spot. He glanced to the side to see Xander had caught up to them, being playful with his comment as he moved to walk between them and the two AP members. He wasn't sure if it had been on purpose or not, but Xander hadn't given him a chance to explain why he should be cautious around these two. He watched as the two AP members had smug grins on their face, refusing to make a path for Xander to get to their target. Besides they figured they had another possible catch in store, seeing as Malcolm looked exactly like their prey. 'XANDER, WATCH OUT!' He used telepathy, hoping that Xander would hear his worry. The two AP members attempted to ram into Xander as means of passing by him to get to Tyson and now Malcolm.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] There was something tense about the air, the aspect being disliked as Malcolm stood beside his younger twin, concerned and cautious. Recklessness was only permitted when the red-eyed blond was alone, thus the presence of his bespectacled brother caused protective instincts to enter his brain. The objective would be protecting Tyson, a duty that Malcolm laid upon his shoulders since his younger siblings were born alongside him. Throughout the media, the responsibilities of the eldest sibling were displayed as a crucial protector.
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People painted older siblings as individuals expected to protect their younger siblings, therefore, the thought inspired necessity. Stationed in a special pocket inside his jacket was one of Malcolm's tomes, his parents insisting on keeping the item with him whenever he left home. After Tyson fled from their home, the McCavallors feared to lose another member of their family permanently. Hastily, Malcolm's mind flitted through the Latin words needed to conduct his spells and protect Tyson, one of his dearest younger siblings.
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Suddenly, the purple-haired man placed himself between them and the pair of thugs searching for his blue-eyed brother. Their smug grins were surprising, however, they provided Malcolm with the impression he required. These people had negative intentions based on his opinion, thus the messy-haired blond prepared to play offensively. As they charged, Malcolm's fingers tightly grasped the spine of his tome, hesitation nonexistent as he spoke in Latin words.
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"Telekinesis, grab the two running people in my sight and exclude the purple-haired man! Levitate them from the ground," he commanded, magic in his voice.
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The pair of Assembly members were grasped, lifted from the ground. Panic ensued quickly as they shouted and attempted to concoct a plan to bring about harm, however, Malcolm was quick.
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"THROW THEM BACK!" The words left his tongue in the similar Latin words, the people being tossed back a couple of feet.
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Quickly, Malcolm latched his open hand onto Tyson's arm while his other tugged his tome from the inside of his jacket. The warlock was thankful for being an admired magic student.
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"We have to go, come on!" Malcolm shouted, no longer invoking his magic.
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Without hesitation, Malcolm turned away, maintaining a tight grip on Tyson's arm. He required his brother to follow him through the streets and attempt to escape the people with bad intentions. If things boiled down to a brawl, Malcolm knew there would be difficult considering his magic required vocalizing and specification to operate.
Xander was caught off guard by the whole situation. The men approaching didn't seem like they were going to make any lee-way for him. Xander sighed preparing himself for a collision. Xander could make out the words of Malcolm behind him, but he didn't think that Malcolm was casting a spell. Xander was completely caught off guard as the AP members were levitated away from him. This was surely the doing of one of the individuals behind Xander. Xander could make out who it was by the voices of Malcolm casting his spell. Xander watched in awe as the men were lifted up into the air, and then eventually cast off a couple of feet. Xander couldn't help but feel thankful for Malcom's magic being cast on the AP members.
"Those guys were really going to run right into me weren't they?" Xander thought to himself remembering the smirks they had on their faces. Xander smirked happily knowing they were sent away by the magic. "That's what you get" He muttered under his breath not really loud enough for others to hear. Xander turned back with Malcolm after he heard him shouting for Tyson to move along. "Those guys were going to deck me!" Xander yelled across to the other two as he began picking up his speed with them.
Xander wasn't sure if he should split up with them at this point. Staying might make him a target for those AP. Xander didn't really want to be thought of as helping these two, but it made sense to at least run away from the situation. Xander clutched his books tightly as he ran from the AP this situation bringing his heart rate up. Xander wouldn't admit it but he was loving this situation. It made him feel more lively to be running away from others, and doing it all for a strangers sake, that just didn't make any sense did it? Either way Xander had found himself in an interesting situation that made him feel more than dead.
"Do you think they are fast?" Xander spoke worryingly.
Tyson couldn't help but worry when Xander hadn't moved out of the way, despite his effort of telling him through telepathy. Malcolm was quick to take action against the AP members. He watched as Malcolm used a spell, the AP members were lifted into the air, shouting as they tried coming up with a plan before being thrown back. Malcolm mentioned how they'd have to go and he was forced to follow after Malcolm, not that he minded at this point because he enjoyed being in his brother's company. He heard Xander's words as he followed them as they made their escape.
"Yeah... Sorry about that." He answered, still being tugged by Malcolm. He blamed himself, because they were aiming to get him after all, not that the AP members minded having other victims, it was just they remembered him and liked bullying him. He heard Xander's question, "Yes." He added, peeking behind them to see the AP members already standing and chasing after them. "Malcolm, lets go to the TRS building." He whispered, "They wouldn't dare go there." He added, believing if any place would keep them safe, it would be near the TRS.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Assembly members were extremely dangerous, and despite Malcolm being unaware, he could deduce these individuals were keen on bringing them harm. The slightly older blond's hand was latched tightly around Tyson's wrist as he turned around, leading him down the street. They needed to escape the clutches of these malicious people, thus Malcolm was quick to persuade everybody to run away from the danger. Fighting in these situations was not favourable, especially since the red-eyed man's thoughts were fixated onto protecting Tyson.
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He was determined to protect his younger twin without hesitation, alas, the warlock was known the spoken magic which arrived with his species was ill-favourable for a one on one fight. He could defend himself, however, accomplishing that and assuring three people, including himself, were safe. Footsteps could be heard behind them, Malcolm glancing behind them to notice the purple-haired man following them. They all required safety, therefore, perhaps they desired to stick together in hopes of defending themselves should their enemies catch up.
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When given directions, Malcolm nodded quickly, knowing it was their best solution currently. There were two options, either hiding somewhere to teleport, and taking their chances and running towards TRS headquarters. The mere mention of the TRS suggested these people were Assembly, thus, he searched for somebody in the famous uniform. He moved hastily, Malcolm's red eyes noticing a corner, thus he tugged them to the side, hoping to try and lose them.
Xander continued to run with them. His feet smacked the pavement extra hard as he continued to run alongside the two. He eyed the other two angrily. "How did I get myself in this situation?" Xander decided it was time for something different. He wasn't one to run, and he was noticing Malcolm tug Tyson in a direction. Xander was already dead, so what where they going to do, Kill him?
Xander found himself concerned as to whether or not he was going to use one of his abilities. Xander didn't like people knowing he was dead, a ghoul. This might give away that he is in fact dead to these two companions of his. They both seemed rather smart after all too. Xander groaned as he thought about trying this technique on the aggressors. As Malcolm and Tyson began to change direction Xander stopped, turning around quickly to face their aggressors. "Keep running, Tyson I got this one" Why was Xander being so kind today? Perhaps it was because of something he ate, or the fact that he felt lonely at times, and finding some friends would be beneficial for him. This would certainly make them friends right? Oh well if they weren't at least Xander can leave on a cool note right?
It was at this moment when a third AP member showed up to join the two already present.
Xander ran at the aggressors aiming dead center for the three. He leaped into the air, putting his arms at his side and aiming to fully head butt the person in the middle. Upon connection Xander was going to use his possession skill on the one in the middle. This would give the man a chance to try and fight back against Xander's possession but he was going to be thinking about Xander's hit that he just took. After connection Xander would phase into the man's body and begin trying to possess the man. The man was going to have to fight Xander off using his will, however Xander wasn't going to make it easy for him.
The man was resisting but Xander was using all of his strength. He was going to stop this man no matter what! Xander continued to fight internally with the man's will as he tried to assume control of the man's body.
Tyson felt Malcolm tugging him and was forced to follow. He heard Xander's question but was struggling with an answer that he could give him. It was his fault they were in this mess, if neither were involved with him it would have meant they'd be safe from danger. Before he was given a chance to explain himself, Xander had stopped and told them to keep going. "But Xander!" He shouted, not wanting to leave him behind but would still be forced to follow after Malcolm. Be safe. Please. He thought, hoping that Xander would hear his shout prior, secretly hoping that no harm would come upon the man that he had decided would make a wonderful friend.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Footsteps pounding on the concrete sidewalk filled Malcolm's ears as he led their group of three. The protective older brother maintained a vice grip around Tyson's wrist, refusing to release out of fear he could potentially be harmed. Breathing was deeper as they ran down those sidewalks with a fear-filled quickness to their steps. They needed to escape the individuals pursuing them or risk potentially being followed home. Thoughts whirled through Malcolm's mind as he kept Tyson near, refusing to allow his younger triplet to stray.
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Behind them was a trio of Assembly members who recovered from being thrown by Malcolm's magic. Alas, with merely a tome requiring spoken invocation in Latin, Malcolm was already certain he would be unable to protect them single-handedly. The most important piece of the puzzle for the red-eyed blond was protecting his bespectacled brother, it was his duty. The grip around Tyson's wrist was tightened, Malcolm genuinely worried about his brother's safety. The man's question about the situation caused Malcolm to glance over at the purple-haired man.
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"How doesn't matter! We need to get out of here," Malcolm responded.
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As he tugged Tyson around the corner, he heard the purple-haired man speak, the red-eyed teen's footsteps slowing to glance over his shoulder. They needed to do something NOW! There was distance between him and Tyson and the Terror Response Syndicate. The warlock glanced around, seeming an alleyway to duck inside of. Quickly, he grabbed a piece of chalk, remembering the special teleportation circle engraved into the concrete inside the garage of their home. It was designed to be a hasty method home should they ever get lost.
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Hesitantly, Malcolm released Tyson to break the chalk in half before handing his brother one of the halves. They needed the teleportation circle to be finished quickly. The blond opened the page with the drawing of a circle with various symbols and lines.
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"Help me draw this! I don't know how long your friend can hold them off, but we're not leaving him behind," Malcolm requested.
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After his request was made, the red-eyed blond kneeled, drawing the outer circle before placing the open book on the ground. They needed to move quickly if they wished for an easier method of escape that everybody could use safely.
Xander had successfully possessed the guy in the middle. He wasn't sure how long he could withhold the two. Grabbing the two beside him, sure that they would be confused, and unwilling enough to hurt their partner in the process, Xander tugged at their hands pulling them aside. This of course looked like the man in the middle had turned on his two accomplices. When tugging Xander kicked out the legs from beneath them, but was only able to drop one of them. Xander groaned turning around and punching the one that was standing in the throat. He grasped his throat quickly in response. Xander than turned around and grabbed the man's shoes who were on the ground. He quickly untied both his own shoes and the man's and tied them together. After this was complete Xander phased out of the man's body completing what he thought was a good strategy to keep them at bay at least for a little longer.
Xander than quckly ran towards the other two hoping for sure that they had some sort of plan, and not really thinking that they would have let him behind. "Hey do you two have some sort of plan!?" Xander was really wondering how he let himself get caught in this situation, but he was enjoying the high-energy situation. It made him feel more alive than dead, and that was a rarity. Xander followed the two to the best of his abilities, he was hoping he was going in the right direction, but he couldn't be too sure. It was than that he got a glimpse of the two doing some sort of drawing on the ground. Xander immediately picked it up as some sort of hex, it had to be right?
Xander sighed in relief running toward the two. "So you did have a plan after all! I'm impressed!" Xander called out to them as he ran up towards the two. He stopped just shy of the markings on the ground. "I don't know how much time I bought, we should hurry." After all of this Xander was definitely going to need a drink or two after all this was said and done. Not that he needed it for being parched, he was after all dead, but simply to get smashed and self-medicate away all the stress from avoiding getting caught. Yeah, that sounded like a pretty good plan.
Tyson was being tugged to follow after Malcolm. As soon as he was released, chalk was broken in half before he was handed a piece. He watched Malcolm draw on the ground, being reminded of what it looked like when their father attempted to teach him before starting up on the other side. He listened to Xander speak, choosing to remain quiet because he wasn't sure what to say. It was his fault that AP were after them now, all because they wanted him and Malcolm and Xander had gotten in the way. "Sorry." He mumbled, finishing the circle so that Malcolm could proceed.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] The sounds of fighting reached the red-eyed blond’s ears. Merely hearing the street brawl Xander created made the situation tense. Moments were fleeting, the amount of time available to draw the teleportation circle being questionable. Chalk residue covered Malcolm’s hand from snapping the drawing utensil in half. The white powder clung to his hands, small particles drifting off from his haste. Half of the chalk was handed to Tyson and taken in his brother’s fingers. With the book settled, Malcolm went to his knees, the rough asphalt of the alleyway baring into his them. A hand touched the cold, rough ground, the discomfort ignored entirely.
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Quickly, chalk met the surface of the alleyway, Malcolm drawing the necessary components. The large outer border followed by a series of lines and symbols. He hoped Tyson was still familiar with drawing teleportation circles from the warlock and witches lessons. Each line was drawn with certainty, Malcolm having memorized the useful spell in his spare time. After some mischief, a few chalk lines and Latin words to be transported home was handy. As the basic shapes and lines were drawn with the chalk, Malcolm carefully went over his work. The lines were required to be dark enough for teleportation and he would rather play this situation safely. Not only was he risking his life, but Tyson’s and Xander’s should the circle fail.
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“Make sure the lines are dark enough, Tyson,” Malcolm instructed without viewing his brother’s work.
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Footsteps breached their alleyway, growing closer and prompting Malcolm to momentarily cease his drawing. He stared at the mouth of the alleyway, open hand reaching to touch the edge of his tome. If needed, he would defend his brother with everything in his being. Even if mere minutes made the red-eyed blond older, he considered it part of his duty. Somebody crossed the threshold, Malcolm preparing to speak until noticing the features of the man’s appearance. Long, purple hair and the distinct body of Tyson’s “friend” kept Latin words from leaving the warlock’s mouth. Without hesitation, he resumed finishing the linework, the man’s arrival heralding the following of the three crooks.
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In seconds, the circle was completed. A sorry left his brother’s lips as Malcolm returned his half of the chalk to the pockets of his blue trench coat. Hastily, his hand latched onto Tyson’s wrist while the other scooped up the tome.
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“Don’t apologize,” he murmured to his brother before glancing at Xander. “C’mon, we need to go before they catch up.”
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The words were spoken quickly in a hushed, albeit, rushed voice. Carefully, Malcolm stood, leading the younger twin up from the asphalt. When everything was ready, the warlock prepared his next incantation, the required Latin words coming to mind.
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“Circle of chalk, connect with the engravings in the concrete circle at my home.”
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Hurrying footsteps echoed through the quiet air as the Assembly members stumbled to their feet.
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“Transport us to the safety of my home.”
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The Latin words resulted in a glow radiating from the chalk drawn lines. Light bathed the walls of the dank alleyway from the magic energy. Darkness gather at the opening as the trio of man found their prey and prepared to ruin their plans.
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“Take everything in this circle, and eliminate the evidence of us being here. Take us home!”
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The final words of the incantation were hastily stated as a ball of darkness was flung towards them. Light engulfed them, surrounding the trio as they were teleported somewhere else. Their scenery would change to the McCavallor’s garage where a vehicle laid and a wooden bench covered in tools and materials was pushed against the wall. As they appeared, pain entered Malcolm’s gut as he was knocked off his feet from the darkness ball which teleported with them. He fell backwards, releasing Tyson’s hand as the air was knocked from his lungs. The attack was nothing deadly, clearly an offence plotted instinctually in hopes of ceasing the incantation, but they had failed to be fast enough.
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[ Hope you guys don’t mind me doing a lot of this, because I wanted to be a butt to Malcolm. >.> If things need to change, just tag everyone here in plotting. I had a lot of muse for the spell casting soooo. ^^’ ]
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