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.
Emiko had gotten off of her last shift. A flight from Michigan all the way back to Lorsette. It was a route that the company wanted to get rid of, but enough people wanted it that it stayed on the books for now. She was bringing in the 747 for a landing at the airport. She cleared her descent with traffic control, and was bringing the large bird in for a landing. She could hear her copilot asking to take control for the landing. "Oh Sure why not," She didn't mind taking a break, she was after all mostly flying for the 8 hour flight. Her co pilot flawlessly landed the plane in the run way, and began docking procedure with the airport terminals. When the plane was docked it was time for checking the plane logs over, and the plane was going to get maintenance done on it. Emiko remembered when she was a mechanic working on planes like this, she never thought she would be flying them. Her wings were tucked tightly against her body. She made her way through the cockpit, filling out a maintenance log, before leaving through a different section of the airport.
She changed her clothing briefly in the washroom, changing out from her Pilot's uniform to a nice red, with white frills dress. She had planned on going out to the bar for a bit, and texted her close friend Millie to meet her at the bar so she wouldn't be alone, however was getting no response from her. She decided to head out anyways, she deserved a drink or two. She brought with her a couple of bags of blood, to liven up the alcohol a bit more for her. She threw those in her large duffel bag, and began flying to the destination. She brought out her wings which were clinging to her sides, and they fully extended about 5feet in wingspan. She began flapping her wings, getting to a decent altitude before soaring through the air.
A big smile light up on her face, she enjoyed flight, but she kept just above the main buildings, some of the taller buildings were pretty close, but she was at least 10 feet above them, avoiding getting too high off the ground. She continued to flap her jet black wings, which almost disappeared in the night's sky as she made her way to the bar. This was when a bright light shown into her eye. It was a green laser pointer, being pointed at a plane behind her. Stupid kids, you don't ever shine lasers into the night's sky for these very reasons. She was distracted, and the weight of her bag caused her to stumble a bit, twisting, her wings almost getting tangled up into themselves.
She began her descent, not anywhere near terminal velocity, but she was still falling out of the sky. She was tumbling, the weight of her bag making it difficult to correct herself. "OH shit! Oh Shit!," She called out as she tumbled through the air.
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Bell had a limp in his step and a pained scowl plastered on his face as he made his way down the sidewalk. Each footfall brought with it a seething pain that he would beat down by clenching his teeth. His unsteady gait and bruised ego had been spear-headed by his own unrelenting ignorance. This winged menace got what was coming to him. Hours ago, he fucked with the wrong one; a muscular lycanthrope that was twice Bell’s size made a comment about how he smelled like chicken and the familiar went absolutely ballistic. After exchanging a few harsh words, fists were thrown. Bell paid for it with a swollen black eye, busted lip, disheveled feathers and bruises that seemed to litter his pale form like a dog’s spots. The brawl had lasted ten seconds before the lycan managed to put Bell on the ground. Save for a few slices from his spurs, the rooster wasn’t able to do much to a wolf during the waxing of the moon. Most would refrain from messing with a lycan during this time of the lunar cycle, but Bell was a special kind of idiot. [break][break] If picking fights with strangers was an Olympic sport, then an irate cockerel like Bell would take gold every time. Even in his age, the male was a live wire - a ticking time bomb made with the trimmings of an insane rooster with a death wish. Old habits really do die hard. Bell left the pit fighting scene a long time ago, though it seemed that instinct to throw down was still deeply ingrained in his psyche. Fighting was in his blood, that he could not deny. (Though, over the years he'd gotten quite rusty.) It was unfortunate that Bell’s instincts would surely be the end of him one day. [break][break] After losing an embarrassing fight like that, there was nothing left to do than retreat to the bar to lick his wounds. Vodka shots would dull the pain and fill his mind with jovial thoughts. Bell never considered himself a heavy drinker, although trips to the bar were becoming more habitual as of late. In the distance he could make out the bar’s neon sign. It shone bright like a beacon in the darkness. Bell would continue his stride forward if a voice had not caught his attention. [break][break] "OH shit! Oh Shit!” [break][break] Bell spun around just in time to see her coming down. A dark-haired beauty was descending from the heavens at an alarming rate. He couldn't just let her hit the ground! Instinctively, he held his arms out to catch the mysterious woman. They collided, the impact left him wincing as he pulled her to his chest. The familiar stumbled back, fanning his wings out he gave them a few flaps to keep himself from toppling over with her. Once he was sure he wasn’t going to fall over, he looked down at her with a perplexed expression and a cocked eyebrow. He’d never seen a woman quite like her before. The beauty's wings were interesting to say the least. Was she some sort of bat? The familiar could not find it in himself to yell at such a gorgeous woman, even if she did cause him a bit of added pain with this stunt. Instead, he would smile and say, “You should really work on your landing.”
Emiko fell into something, she couldn't quite make out what she had fallen on immediately. It still ended up hurting her a bit, but much less than what she was expecting. She groaned, exhaling a sigh of relief thinking briefly that she was in some sort of bush. She quickly realized however that this felt much more like being in someone's arms. This was when she turned up to meet the eyes of her savior. He spoke?
“You should really work on your landing.”
She immediately began to blush, realizing how close she was to this complete stranger. Not to mention, he wasn't all that bad looking. She felt a bit overwhelmed a bit by what she could swear was such a warmer feeling coming off of him, a smell of blood maybe? A higher blood temperature? She couldn't help but wonder what taking a bite of him would be like, at least being so close to him she got a feeling that his blood would taste quite delectable. Was he injured? She however, fixed her glasses while pushing the thoughts behind her. She clambered out of the man's hands getting to her feet on the ground. She was just wearing regular pumps, but when they hit the ground they almost sounded like a high heel.
She kept quiet at first, not really knowing how to respond to him in the moment. She brushed her dress off as she faced the man that caught her. "Oh yeah," She adjusted her glasses one more time, looking a bit perplexed at the situation. He looked pretty injured, now that she had a better look at the fellow bruises, but his face seemed mostly intact, and free from blemishes which was a plus. "Sorry about that, I was having a hard time carrying this bag." She lifted her bag up, to show him the large duffel bag. The bag was holding her blood, a spare Pilot's uniform, and carrying her purse, among keys, a few snacks, and some other heavy items. Since she came straight from work she was carrying quite a bit on her. She hauled the duffel bag up over her shoulder, it catching one of her dress straps and sliding off her shoulder, almost pulling the thing down.
"Hey!" She spoke to herself quickly adjusting her dress to avoid the winged man from gaining any peaks of her voluptuous mountains, although she was frankly showing off quite a bit compared to her work attire, or casual clothing. "Where are you headed? I'm heading to that bar over there. I just got off work. Why don't you, you know, let me say thanks by buying you a drink or whatever?" She wasn't used to offering someone else a drink, but he did catch her out of the air, and she could've been seriously injured.
"If you don't want to I understand," She was mainly saying this because she wasn't too sure she wanted company, but it would be better than getting oogled and oggled by the other bar patrons. Although she did enjoy that somewhat. Emiko found herself wishing Millie was here. "I guess I'll ask what you drink, so I can order it when we get inside?"
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The damn planets had to be perfectly aligned; or Lady Luck was being generous and giving handouts to poor, pathetic patrons like Bell. How else would he explain a goddamn double-d bombshell dropping right out of the sky and landing in his arms like some damsel in distress? The initial blow left his fresh bruises throbbing, but all in all he was alright. The stubborn rooster would grin and bear it. He’d finally taken a moment to examine his new catch, this was when he realized just how lucky he was. The lovely dark-haired beauty blushed. His own face seemed to mimic hers, he could feel the heat on his cheeks. Honestly, this was all too good to be true. Like some shit you would see in one of those lame chick-flicks that Bell would more than likely have slept through. The man was having absolutely terrible luck up until this point, but it appeared that his fate was changing for the better. [break][break] Bell would smile as he let her down, trying his best not to wince from the pain in his arms. Once she was on the ground he began to take a detailed note of her appearance. She was a looker for sure; attractive was an understatement. A golden gaze looked over her with interest. She was dressed nicely. Her outfit really played into her voluptuousness curves. Yet, she still had an elegance to her that made him question whether or not she was a dress to impress office worker or a model. Regardless, she was someone Bell would only dream of taking home. This bat-winged woman was WAY out of his league, but maybe now he actually had a shot. Those lingering thoughts would fade when the woman spoke. [break][break] She apologized? Bell shook his head, brought out a warm smile and said, “It’s not a problem at all.” Her bag did look like it would be rather cumbersome to fly with, no wonder she fell out of the sky. Speaking of the duffle bag, it managed to pull down a bit of her dress strap. It took everything in the rooster's power to look away. With flared red feathers, he quickly turned his gaze to one of the shop signs. The last thing he wanted was this woman to think he was a damn creep. He could have all the time in the world to look once they got better acquainted. Bell waited for her to fix her wardrobe malfunction before looking back at her. [break][break] The bar? What a coincidence. "Actually, I’m headed there myself. I would love to join you.” No one had ever offered to buy Bell a drink. It was a bit weird. Usually, he was the one forking out the cash for alcohol. “Why don’t I treat you to a drink instead? If you don’t mind.” He wasn’t going to let her to pay for his expensive shots. Fuck that. He'd take his generosity up a notch and give her the ol' reliable gentleman routine. “Would you like me to carry your bag?” Sure, Bell was injured, but that wasn’t going to stop him from being a nice rooster (especially now that there was a lovely hen involved).
Emiko adjusted her glasses while looking forward at the man in front of her. She wasn't entirely sure what kind of man this person was yet, but he seemed at least for the most part entirely nice. "It's not a problem at all" He spoke to her assuring her that it was no problem. She adjusted her dress again, gazing back at him curiously. If it was no problem, why did he seem like he was struggling to just stand there? He had cuts, bruises, and various other signs that addressed to him not being in the best of condition. In fact, the smell of blood off of him was enticing to say the least. She tried hauling her large duffel bag over her shoulder once again, keeping the thing from slipping off her shoulder.
She was quite surprised to not notice even the slightest glance at her for her strap falling out of place. She was honestly wondering why, was he gay? She thought she looked absolutely stunning and expected at least a glance or two. Frankly she was glad for the most part that he didn't look at her, it showed his strength in character over most other things. She did however briefly notice his flair'd feathers. She wasn't quite sure what that meant, not having feathers of her own to compare to. She shrugged at the meaning of it, choosing to focus on what was at hand first. When she heard that he was already heading to the bar a smile stretched across her lips.
"Great!" She responded rather quickly to his words. When Bell offered to treat her to a drink instead she had to refuse. "No, please Sir. I fell out of the sky, I have to treat you to this drink, to show my appreciation for catching me!" She was strong in her resolve to pay for the drink, and wasn't taking no for an answer at this point. If he insisted afterward she might retract her thoughts, and accept his offer of purchase, but frankly she had the money to spend. When he offered to help with her bag she however was more than willing to accept the help. "Yeah sure, if you think you can handle the weight." She quickly adjusted the bag, and handed it off to the bird feathered man.
"So I will ask again, what type of poison do you take?"
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Attractive hens always had a way of sweeping Bell off his feet and placing him in a field of feel-good vibes. Even if he was down, they would bring him back from the brink, oftentimes stronger than he had been before. Hell, If Bell had one glaring weakness, it had to be the ladies. This was just another animal thing that would take control of Bell’s mind. Like a puppet on a string, the rooster familiar was at the mercy of his animal instinct more than he would care to admit. [break][break] The woman’s delighted reaction brought a tender smile to Bell's bruised face. “You don’t have to treat me, really.” Bell insisted, “Besides, my flavor of poison is a little...expensive. I can't have a hen pay for my drink, y’know?” Bell was a stubborn animal, getting him to roll over and give in would be like pulling teeth. [break][break] Bell had to stifle a laugh when the woman mentioned that her bag was a little on the heavy side. Hurt or not, the rooster would not pass up the opportunity to be a gentleman; flaunting whatever kind of strength he possessed would just be a plus. He would roll his golden eyes before saying, “PFF- You clearly don't know who you’re talkin’ to. I can handle the weight just fine.” When he reached for her bag, he certainly wasn’t expecting it to be as heavy as it was. Even after the warning, he was surprised. With eyes widened he would comment, “Oh shi-” Bell caught himself before wincing and pulling the strap over his shoulder. After making sure he had a grip on it, he turned back to the winged female, cock an eyebrow and said, “Damn woman, no wonder you fell out of the fuckin’ sky. You got a body in here or what?” His comment would be in jest, though he really was wondering what was inside her bag. Thankfully, he didn't push it. Bell learned a long time ago that it was unwise to ask to look in someone’s bag, especially if that person happens to be a woman. He’d let it go for now. [break][break] Despite the pain in his body, he’d try to beat it down with yet another smile. “I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet...my name is Bell.” The rooster eyed his company’s wings before continuing, his bunt nature seeped out from the cracks of his otherwise chivalrous demeanor. “Uh, what are you supposed to be, a bat or something?”
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