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 2024
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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
“Remarkable.” The man behind the monitor remarked with clear astonishment while he adjusted the spectacles on the bridge of his nose and read over the figures a third time. “This is simply remarkable. Such progress!” [break][break] Desmond stared lifelessly out at the white lab room that had taken a somewhat solid shape and form for the past week. The scientists animatedly spoke amongst themselves over the progress and hurdles they had managed to jump through over the past month of heavy experimentation. [break][break] “That man is certainly a genius. The association doesn’t give him the credit or acknowledgement he truly deserves.” The older male from behind the monitor brought a hand through his short and unkempt black hair. His haphazard appearance and deep bags under his eyes revealed just how many tireless hours he had worked on this project. “We’re making history.” [break][break] Desmond inhaled a slow and careful breath. He found their conversation difficult to follow. Half of his mind suffered from a head-splitting pain and a red and blue cloud of haze continually moved along his vision. In the last week he had gathered enough information to understand that he was imprisoned within the Assembly of Phantom’s Headquarters. [break][break] There was a lot that escaped him. A lot that didn’t make sense. Like holes in his mind that could no longer function. The scientists referred to him as an experiment, a flawed design, and prototype. He found almost all of his memories gone and he was suffering from massive illusions, hallucinations, and just an overall inability to… function. [break][break] The doors opened and a man he was becoming acquaintanced with stepped into the room. Dressed in all black, his all white hair stood out as contrast along with his pale skin. The scientists referred to him as a Golem, made by a man known only as the Black Plague; a man who had also, apparently, created him. [break][break] “Bring the results to your master. It’s a masterpiece,” The oldest and most experienced of the three spoke jovially as he handed the golem a folder and then filed out of the room with his colleagues. [break][break] The golem stepped forward and pressed the release mechanism, watching with a deadpan expression as the rods which held him down unlatched through the airlock. The weight of Desmond’s body nearly folded in on itself as he slid from the table and planted his feet to the floor, but he straightened and held himself upright. [break][break] “You are free to explore the premises.” The golem entoned and then moved to brush passed him as he exited the lab room. Desmond hunched forward and a bubble lodged itself within his throat, throwing him into a sudden and violet fit of coughs. He vomited a handful of neon blue liquid, hand shaking as he stared down at the ink staining his hand. A sort of doom settled into his being, one of an imminent and lurking death. [break][break] --- [break][break] The first room upon his exit of the experimental quarters was what appeared to be some great common room. His steely silver eyes surveyed the area, straining underneath lights of the fortress. Sunlight poured in from the windows, signalling daylight hours. Desmond’s body burned and ached at every inch. A foreboding sort of aura lingered over him, as though he had once been apart of this area. Black vine-like structures had begun to encroach and cover the ceiling, a sign of his madness… ever looming.
Osheen's gaze was focused on the window and she was currently watching some guard patrol the area. She was being really watchful of things, and testing the ground with some other things. But she really had nothing solid. None of the other prisoners seemed to be focused on escaping and some were even being pressured into joining the assembly.
That seemed silly, but it could work to her advantage if that was how they recruited people then there had to be someone not fully committed to the assemblies cause. She just had to be as nice as she could to everyone and hopefully something would come up. It was always easy for her to get along with others...she just...had trouble going beyond that.
Anyone she ever cared about...they were fine with knowing her at a distance but beyond that...as soon as they saw a crack in her flawless smile...they rejected her. A sigh left her, but she soon held her breath when she felt...the sensation of fear entering the area. It wasn't as strong as usual but it was still there.
Was it him? She frowned lightly as she moved to her door and peered outside it. Her gaze moved to the man from before and her eyes immediately widened. She didn't hesitate to go towards him in order to look him over. He looked more...conscious if that made sense, but his body was still battered and bruised.
"Can you come into my room again?" She asked but didn't wait for an answer and instead tried to lead him towards her sleeping area.
A female approached. Desmond brought his gaze to her and witnessed the recognition within her eyes. He was ill, bruised, and battered. Half of his head engulfed in a splitting headache. He watched in silence as she spoke to him and he could see a swirl of blue mixing with the predominant lilac of her eyes. “Can you come into my room again?” She insisted they had met before and in a distorted flash he swore he glimpsed another person standing in her stead. The drastic change of image, however quick, stiffened his features. [break][break] When she turned to lead, he followed her back toward the room. Dark brows knit together as he paused before her doorway, taking in the beige colored walls and white trim, and he could feel the solid beat of his heart intensify. Slowly, he stepped through the threshold, peering up toward the ceiling, eyes wide in apprehension from bits and pieces of jumbled memories. He swallowed against the dryness in his throat. [break][break] However, the lone window in her bedroom bathed half the floor in the light of the day. He didn’t think to avoid it as he stepped in. The light immediately set over his skin, blistering it and causing him to stumble backward, a harsh hiss seized from his throat.
Osheen kept an eye on him, glancing back and preparing herself for if he stumbled or fell. She wasn't very strong, but she was stubborn and that could give her strength at times. He made it pretty safely to her room, but to her horror...the sunlight from her window attacked him. A gasp left her as she whirled around to see the damage blistering his skin.
The smell was foul but she quickly rushed to the window to close the curtain. Sunlight...it hurt him... "I'm so sorry," she told him as she moved over and glanced at his arm. Osheen twisted and opened one of her drawers to retrieve the same ointment she had used on him before.
Quickly she put some on a bandage and moved to carefully rest it atop his newly acquired wound. She panted lightly because her heart was pounding and she just felt...awful for not realizing. Did that make him a vampire? She kind of hope he was because they drank blood and healed right? "Do you know what species you are?" She asked him softly, staring up at him with concern lacing her features.
The woman immediately drew the curtains closed, blocking out the sunlight. “I’m so sorry.” Her words felt haunting, a distant memory distorting their echo within his mind. He didn’t understand who she was, but at the current time the mild burn that marred his forearm took his full attention. With knitted brows he stared at the limb in clear discontent. His head craned upward a moment later, to look to the central light that hung from the ceiling. A flash of a memory came to him; the light blinding and burning his skin. [break][break] His steely gaze roamed downward and to the woman when she placed a bandage over his arm. She seemed to believe it was the light that had seared his skin, but the memories he held were of the light which poured in from the ceiling. More… hallucinations… madness. His vision was glitching further, distortions filtering in. The bed, a midnight blue, stretched out far beyond its limits as though to… signify… something. He grunted and closed his eyes as the pain in his head intensified. [break][break] “Do you know what species you are?” [break][break] Desmond tiredly opened his eyes to stare down at her blankly. His mind throbbed, his energy weakened. “... Experiment…?” He carefully repeated the words he had heard the scientists refer to him as.
She began wrapping his wound then, but paused when he answered her. It was a start for conversation which was more then they had ever had before. There was some truth behind his words, but it wasn't his species. She tried to see if he had any fangs, but had no real experience with figuring peoples species out.
"Here, sit down," she offered in hopes that he'd be more steady seated. "I've got something for you." She smiled a little and moved to dig around in her drawer before coming out with some pain medication she had traded with the other members. "It's pain relief. Can you swallow them?" She asked and reached for a bottle of water, turning the top and opening it.
It was really not much at all, and if he was a vampire she wasn't sure if he'd even get any relief. But she wasn't no where near confident enough to try and feed him her blood. She had twenty more questions, but she just tried to focus on giving him some medication.
The woman instructed him to sit down upon her bed. He offered little resistance. Although, as he stared out, his gaze strained, as the light above flickered and the walls flashed transparent, images of ripped wallpaper and holes planting itself into his mind before reality resettled. The woman had drawn two pills from a nearby drawer and held them out against the palm of her hand. Desmond glanced down toward them, his gaze becoming hooded as another wave of grave tiredness washed over him. “It’s pain relief. Can you swallow them?” [break][break] His features were heavy with the weight of having to keep himself alive. He reached out, his ghostly pale hand closing hers and pushing it back into her lap; a silent refusal to the pills. “... Who… are you?” He asked, and looked to her again.
Osheen's shoulder slumped when he closed her hand over the pills and pushed her somewhat away. She nodded understandably as she peeked down at the two white pills and then pocketed them. Maybe he didn't trust her or maybe he knew that they wouldn't help his pain.
What if his wounds were a curse? If they could curse her existence to oblivion then why couldn't they curse a man to constantly be hurt? She wanted to ask him...to beg him to tell her how she could help. But that was unfair of her because he was sick and in no position to tell her what he needed.
What he needed was to escape this place, but that had become almost impossible now that she knew he couldn't stand the sunlight. His question drew her from her thoughts and she quickly sealed her mouth shut. Osheen had already learned the hard way with the other prisoners that she couldn't say her own name anymore. She could think it, but she couldn't say it or write it down at all.
"I'm sorry," she told him awkwardly and lifted the water to try and get him to have some. "It's safe," she told him and took a sip herself before holding it back to him. Maybe it was gross to share the same bottle but she was trying to help him and change the subject.
"My species is...human," she decided to offer him...in hopes to not completely avoid his question.
Desmond continued to stare down at the girl. She lifted the bottle of liquid to her lips to take a drink. “It’s safe.” She held it out but the item was… foreign to him. However, a part of him realized what it was and its purpose. “My species is… human.” Had he been… human at one point in time? Had he drank and eaten? The inner chamber of his stomach felt like a hollow pit, where food had once been, yet centuries had passed while being unutilized for such a purpose. [break][break] “No liquids.” He stated, his voice still hoarse and unused. “No medicine.” [break][break] He stared at her intensely for a prolonged moment. “What is… your connection to me?”
Once again he wouldn't take it, and she slowly capped and set the bottle down. He didn't want anything at all. Her features hardened with light concern as she contemplated her options. But she wasn't given too much time to think because he was asking her again...what she was to him.
She shook her head and drew her hands up to her mouth. She didn't want to say it, she didn't want to lie to him and tell him that she was someone he knew. But any attempt she made at trying to reveal her identity was thwarted. Even something as simple as shaking her head didn't work if she spoke and said the name Chou. But as long as she didn't attempt to speak on the matter she could shake her head.
The people could be watching too. "I want to help you," she decided instead to tell him. "I want to help you get better to..." she trailed off and didn't feel like she could say escape. She sucked in a sharp breath and got up to lean forward to whisper in his ear.
"Escape." She revealed but drew back to cover her mouth and glance around. She had no idea if anyone heard but her heart was racing. "What is your name?"
His gaze bore down into her, but his eyes and expression reflected the wealth of exhaustion the lurked within his withered form. She did not answer him and instead covered her mouth, shaking her head. Abruptly, her image changed. The entire room shifted into a black void and the female stood before him, eyes glistening with frightful tears, multiple dark arms wrapped around her torso as she was dragged beneath the blue flowers at her feet. [break][break] Pain seized within his chest, a strangled noise lodging itself within his throat. Instinctively, he had reached out. The illusion fritzed and reality returned, his hands harshly gripping the girl’s shoulders before him. He had stood from the bed, fingers biting into her, previously petrified of her sinking through the ground. [break][break] He jerked away from her, eyes gleaming as he searched the floor, heart felt thundering where it was had once been. His hand reflexively moved, attempting to grasp at a weapon that was no longer at his belt.
Osheen's eyes widened when the man before her abruptly rose and grasped at her shoulders. She flinched at the sensation of his fingers digging into her flesh. He was much stronger than her and his strength reminded her of the soldier who always carted her around. He appeared fearful and...angry as he soon released her and began grasping at his side.
She didn't know what he was seeing or going through. But he looked as though he were reaching for a sword that wasn't there. A light breath left her as she lifted her hands and grabbed his shoulders next trying to draw his attention to her.
"I'm going to help you." She told him. "I will help you," she told him again.
Desmond hesitated and drew his gaze down to his hand, his pale features twisting with the confusion and foreboding gnawing within his being. The woman stood from the bed to reach for him, her hands coming into contact with his bruised and battered shoulders. Straining under the weight, he calmed, and turned his hard gaze down to her. “I’m going to help you. I will help you.” [break][break] The sight of her was noticeably different than the girl she often became in the illusions. His eyes turned to the confinement around them and the common room beyond. The Assembly of Phantoms. The Black Plague. He looked down to his hand and the stain of blue ink; the same serum that they had injected into him. [break][break] “Who are you?” He asked her again, turning his head to look to her. The reality that he had asked her numerous times already escaped him, phrasing the question as though it were the first time he had felt the pressure to ask.
She had no idea what he was going to do when she grabbed him, but she felt like she needed to try and pull him back to reality. If she got hurt in the process she wouldn't blame him because the assembly had made him like this. Luckily, he didn't harm her and instead just asked her again...who she was.
The question made her eyes burn because...she couldn't tell him. She could tell him who she was...only lie to him. What happened if he got better? How would he see her then? The damage had already been somewhat done...but she would never willingly add to that betrayal.
"A friend," she told him warmly and went to grab his hand to clasp it in both of hers. Contact might show him better that she meant well. "I'm your friend," she repeated. But then realized that...she didn't even have is name.
“A friend.” Her words were meant to console. Desmond stared down at his hands, now covered by hers. Warmer than his flesh could ever be. His gaze lulled, seemingly pacified if only for the barest of moments. “I’m your friend.” [break][break] Long sleeves knitted in a laced flower design framed the soft and milky complexion, and as Desmond drew his gaze upward he was met with the familiar sight of ginger hair and blue eyes. “...Chou…,” The name whispered from his mouth. Reality glitched and he abruptly returned, having been momentarily lost to the illusion. He appeared perplexed but not wholly aware of what had transpired. [break][break] A knock to the frame of the door alerted them of the golem’s presence, the lithe figure of the man standing in the doorway. “Your free time has ended,” The red-eyed male intoned, gaze flickering between the two, his face impassive, but still holding a clarity that Desmond had yet to be able to obtain.
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