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.
Emilia found herself waking up on the wrong side of the bed. The house, was very large, yet looked to be not well lived in. Their seemed to be a lack of furniture, but a good amount of open spaces. The area she was sleeping in was a king size bed, that laid on a nice old frame. The bed had posts, but the top was missing from the bed frame, to leave an open spot for viewing the skies above. The bed was places in an area with a glass lookout, and glass roof. Leaving a wide range of viewing possibilities. Despite being very large, the house had no secondary floors, besides a basement. Emilia started with turning on the radio, listening to a business stream of different types of stocks, that were going up and down in price. She kept her ear to the radio while brushing her hair. Her hair was very long, and it took a good while to brush it.
She pulled out a laptop and began pulling a few trades, with the help of a second screen she was casting too she could see the different information per each stock she was choosing to buy or sell. After a while of doing this her phone began buzzing with an alarm. The phone read. "Business meeting with Supreme Sangria" It was a company she was thinking of purchasing, she wanted her own beverage supplier, and wanted the sales of such a company in her pocket. People always loved their spirits. "Siri, turn off bedroom monitor." She spoke loudly so that the machine could hear her words and register the command. Surely enough within seconds her monitors began shutting off. She smiled and headed out of the bed, daintily putting her feet down on the carpeted area, she almost skipped to the walk in closet.
She walked into the closet, the thing having nothing but various dresses lined up for her, and an assortment of high heels, and pumps. She did like her high heels because the sound of the them hitting the floor made her feel more powerful. She smiled picking out her favorite dress. The dress was a soft purple that very much matched her purple dyed hair. The thing was almost like a cover to a white dress frill that accented the purple quite nicely. The whole thing was a bit frilly, and she wore a pair of high heels as well. She wasn't being very classy because wearing high heels with this dress tended to show off a bit more skin as the dress was cut into slits in the sides, and a high heel just tended to open up those areas a bit more wider. She however being for the most part shorter than she wanted to be liked the extra height.
She made a call on her phone, and asked for a driver to come pick her up. She very much didn't like driving herself, and so when she absolutely had to go down town, where traffic was thickest, she called a taxi. A few minutes, and sure enough a taxi arrived at her front door. She made her way down the stairs, the high heels clacking against the pavement as she walked. She certainly looked like a model. "1057 sagori drive please, in the business district." The taxi driver nodded and quickly started making his way. She tipped the man for his services and entered the Supreme Sangria Offices, heading into the main entrance she spoke with the person at the main office. "I have a meeting with Sagori," The woman at the office looked a bit surprised but immediately let her in.
She made her way through an elevator and headed into an office meeting room where executives, and Mr Sagori Himself were ready to discuss the details of a sale. They spoke of returns on investments, and other business jargon. They were surprised at the breadth of Emilia's knowledge. They tried to make the deal a bit sour for her, but she rose her voice. "I will pay 12million, and if the company succeeds to continue it's projected growth in the next 5 years then I will pay another 12million." She was stern with her offer, it was a huge deal, but she wanted that in the contract. She could get the place for half off if it didn't perform well. She didn't need the business to perform well, but having a well performing business would be nice too.
"I'll leave you gentleman to think on this deal, come back to me with a contract, and then I will sign it." She smiled mischievously as she stood to end the meeting the rest of the men stood up afterward, grabbing their binders, and other materials. She was accompanied out of the building, so she didn't get lost, and when she was leaving the building with a few suits beside her, she was quickly assaulted by someone she couldn't make out. The suits around her began chasing, some calling the law enforcement. The figure ran with her white purse, which contained at least 5,000 dollars in it! "Fuck!" She grumbled after falling to the ground smashing her hands against the pavement. She wasn't happy about this situation. She got up to her feet, tried to run after the man, the few suits doing the same, but he was much faster than her, and she was in heels, the clacking off them hitting the ground as she ran echoed in the somewhat open space.
"GET HIM!" She called out in desperation, tripping on her own two feet.
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When a hen calls, a rooster answers; it did not matter the season, or the time of day for that matter. A happy hen meant an equally happy cockerel. So whenever a few lonely ladies would hit Bell up for some quality time, the lascivious familiar always made a habit of being punctual. Playing milkman was what the ex-cockfighter did best nowadays, not that he was complaining. Leaving behind a life of constant pain was a step in the right direction. Bell was his own master now, and a rooster with many hens, there was nothing to gripe about. It was very unfortunate, however, that these particular hens weren't in a flock, but rather on their own. (Solo flyers, as Bell would call them.) Being both prolific and unyielding in such attempts was looked down upon by most people, though Bell would argue that it was hard to stop instinct. Since his master's passing, Bell made it a point to let his animal side run wild. All of his life, Bell had been on the end of someone's lead, tethered to their wants and desires but not ever being able to show his own. There was more to life than masters, contracts and chains. Once he was able to taste that sweet nectar of freedom he held onto it, and would be damned if he let it go. [break][break] Despite his free-spirited outlook on life, there would surely be a big Bell-sized BBQ awaiting him if the company he kept ever found out about his amorous lifestyle. This thought did not bother Bell in the least. Just like his past, and other problems, he'd try to push it aside and not worry about it. The rooster would cross that bridge when he got to it. [break][break] A morning of playful romps would lead to the rooster chilling on a rooftop for a much-needed breather. He’d hang around the business district and watch the world go by, with his only company being a small flock of cooing pigeons. Some were pecking about the rooftop, while others roost next to Bell on the building’s ledge. “Man, I’m beat.” The blonde turned to one of his feathered companions and asked, “You little fucks know where to find some decent bread crumbs around here? You know the ones I'm talkin' about.” The small grey pigeon looked up for a moment, blinked and let out a short coo. Bell shook his head. “No. The wheat ones.” There was another coo from behind him. The noise caused Bell to huff a low laugh as he looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, they make wheat ones, genius. Why else would I be asking?” Another, sharper response was made soon after from another bird. “Wha-” Then another, one that made Bell quickly to turn to the bird on his left. “I’m not talking about fuckin’ wheat crackers, Becky.” All of them were putting their two cents in. Bell found himself annoyed amidst a chorus of coos. “What are you guys talkin' about? Wheat bread is totally a thing, okay!” Bell had never taken pigeons to be intelligent creatures, but he at least expected them to know what wheat bread was. Go figure. [break][break] It wasn’t until Bell heard a commotion down at street level that he turned his attention away from the flock. He’d caught the tail end of it. Some ruffed up looking goon was running away with a lovely lady’s purse. Bell could have left it alone, her bodyguards seemed to be chasing after the man, but Bell wasn’t the type to stand around and watch. Without looking down at his companions, Bell flipped his aviator goggles over his eyes and said, “We’ll continue this exciting discussion another time, fellas.” [break][break] Leaping from the rooftop, Bell would extend his wings out, soft red feathers rustled in the wind as he glided down. Now that the rooster had him in his sights, this petty thief wasn’t going anywhere. “Hey, Fuckface!” Bell descended upon the man like a bird of prey. With his boots on his back Bell folded his wings in, pushing the man down, and causing him to eat asphalt upon toppling over. Standing over him, Bell would give a cheeky grin. Time to say something cool! “Karma, motherfucker!” Perfect.
Emilia was a little surprised that the goon seemed to be getting away from the so called 'bodyguards' they were simply trying to help, but they seemed to be pretty useless at catching the thief. It wasn't until she noticed something flying over her that she stopped. Her heels hitting the pavement and coming to a stop. The man with red wings came down with an almost thunderous thud as he stood upon the man in a rush to escape. He seemed to be captured for the moment, and the man with wings spoke something.
"Karma motherfucker!" Emilia was a little surprised at his comment, although she would have been a bit more blown away if he was the more silent type. Plus his goggles made him seem less attractive in her eyes, but he was at least helping her right? She was a bit on-guard wondering if he was just going to steal the purse from the man. She walked up, the echo of her shoes coming to a stop in front of the bird man. She bent down grabbing her purse from the still very conscious man. The 'guards' surrounded the man on the ground and were preparing to hold him down until the police arrived. She took the purse and immediately swung it at the man hitting him in the back of the head with the purse.
An audible huff escaped her mouth as she hit the thief in the back of the head. She stood, being a bit smaller than the bird man while he was standing on the thief. "Thank-you, bird-man." She put on a smile, and cleaned off the purse with a few wipes against the front. The men who were escorting her out began holding the guy down. Emilia put on the most innocent looking face she could pull off and smiled sweetly. "Is there anything I can do to thank-you for helping me Mr Bird?" She was really just expecting him to ask for money or something along those lines, her taxi was waiting nearby and she didn't have too much time to sit and chat. However she wanted to thank the guy somehow, her ideas were simply giving him some money at the moment, but the more she looked at him the more she was filling her own head with little crazy ideas.
"Do you like Mexican food? I know of a place not too far, they serve the best tacos. I just got done for the day too." She pointed to her taxi down the road, which was waiting for her. "Don't take too long in deciding though, I'm pretty sure they'll charge me a waiting fee." Some of the 'guards' looked at the bird man in an jealous stare, they all clearly were frothing at the mouth at the thought of going to dinner with her. Maybe that's why they were so persistent in the chase, not actually being guards, but kind business men.
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It had to be the adrenaline high that distracted Bell from the approaching footsteps of the other men. His golden gaze had been so fixated on the thief in front of him that, for a moment, he’d lost track of what was going on around him. A one-track mind appeared to be taking hold as instinct came in to accompany it. You could take the rooster out of the fight, but you could not take the fight out of the rooster. With tense muscles and flared wings, Bell waited with a bated breath for this bloody-nosed crook to fight back - He wanted him to fight back. The game bird craved a good scrap. (Fighting was in his blood after all.) It was unfortunate that he would not get the chance to manifest his spurs as the woman’s posse swooped in to apprehend the man. Their quick appearance had been a shock to the system, enough to snap Bell from his questionable mental state and, at the same time, provoke a disappointed snort from the familiar. [break][break] Flipping his aviator goggles up, Bell watched with a grin as the woman retrieved her purse before smacking the thief over the head with it. This hen was a sassy one, he liked that. Soon she turned to him and thanked him for stopping the purse thief. “Bird-man?” Bell responded with a laugh. “I have a name you know.” [break][break] “You don’t have to do anything to thank me.” The familiar beamed. Actually, I can think of one thing. The lovely hen then asked if he would like to join her. Yeah! Wait, tacos? No! Gross. Bell had never really been into that kind of cuisine. Well, if they took everything out of the taco and left the shell he’d be down to eat it. The last time he tried a taco, he got heartburn from hell and was over the trashcan puking his guts out about thirty minutes later. There was something about the ingredients that didn’t set well with his avian stomach. The memory of it all caused him to crinkle the bridge of his nose and reply, “I’m not a fan.” Despite his dislike for the food, he would cave, especially after seeing the reactions of her fellow suits. Bell really did not want to disappoint such a beautiful woman. He thought about it for a second before he continued, “buuuut, I guess I could go for some chips.” He’d be a fool to pass up this woman’s treat. It seemed she just finished up whatever she was working on before they met. [break][break] “Let me get this straight...” Bell turned to the woman with a quirked brow. “You want me to ride in the taxi with you?” He then motioned to his wings. “I hope you know, with these two, it’s gonna be a tight fit.”
The men apprehending the thief seemed to struggle a bit, but they held onto him tightly. One of the other men did dial the police so they were waiting for them to arrive. Emilia however wasn't so patient. "You are a bird, and a man. right?" She had a kind, and for the most part genuine small on her face. "My name's Emilia, what is yours?" Instead of looking at him and paying attention to his words she turned around for a moment. "He didn't come out." She said softly, almost in a whisper before turning around again, doing a bit of a 360 in front of the avian man. She reached her hand out to try and touch the man's wing. Not giving it any thought she attempted to grip the wing. After feeling the feathers her interest died down a bit and she retracted her hand. "They are in good shape, your feathers that is." Emilia rather liked birds so this man was at least entertaining her with his appearance.
Emilia decided to straight up ignore him when he said that she didn't have to thank him. Then he opened his mouth up and said there was one thing, but decided to settle on some food. However, he wasn't a fan of tacos? "Your not a fan of tacos? Really?!" She shrugged. "Well we'll go to a bakery instead then." She had made her mind up, and assumed that since he was a bird he would like bread pieces or crumbs. And she could buy a few treats for her nephew and nieces. Then he brought up chips. "Chips? Don't bother with that you'll love the sweet bread they have at the bakery." She innocently brushed her dress with her hand, pushing her dress down a bit.
When he brought up the idea that riding in the taxi would be a tight fit she laughed. "Well if it's such a bother than follow closely in the sky!" She pointed her finger up towards the sky before bringing her hand back down. "You can do that can't you? It's not below your skill or anything is it?" She said in a bit of a teasing tone. She turned around and hopped down off the step and headed towards the taxi. She opened the door and turned towards the avian male. "So, ride with me, or ride free, what's your choice?"
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Bell stood in silence for a moment as the woman before him began to speak. Her words invoked a light chuckle from the familiar. She did have a point. “I guess you are right.” This woman had such a lovely smile, it was a bit contagious, really. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Emilia, my name is Bell.” The smaller hen seemed to have a lot of energy, perhaps she was still high off adrenaline? The rooster wouldn’t admit it, but he could still feel its lingering effects. If a fight had ensued, he could have gotten it all out, but alas, he was set to deal with it. [break][break] Man, If the familiar had a dollar for every time someone touched his wings, or his feathers for that matter, he’d be living it up on the fancy-side of town. Her compliment earned her an ear to ear grin. “Hah, thanks. It ain’t easy, but I take good care of them.” A warm smile soon took over his features as he extended his wing, so she could get a better feel. He honestly did not mind this little extra attention at all, and besides it felt nice. Getting his wings petted was on par with someone giving a cat a pleasant scratch under its chin - it just felt great! This was one reason why he kept them preened and in immaculate condition. A hen would not be interested in a guy with unkempt and decrepit feathers after all. [break][break] Bell shrugged and shook his head when she asked about his animosity toward tacos. “They don’t exactly agree with my bird biology, if you catch my drift.” The lovely hen then suggested an alternative, which was a trip to the bakery. The familiar perked up. He didn’t know there was one on this side of town; the pigeons he spoke to earlier must have played him! There was a part of Bell that felt guilty about it, though he quickly came to the conclusion that she probably felt like she owed him one. Why not let her treat him? Scratching his goatee, Bell replied, “I do have a mild addiction to sweet bread...well, bread in general. Sounds like a plan!” [break][break] When he caught her teasing tone, the high-spirited familiar decided to play along. “Below my skills?” Bell scoffed playfully as he flipped his aviator goggles over his eyes, “Haha, please I can fly with the best of ‘em.” Emilia turned away to head toward the taxi and Bell's golden eyes immediately found their way to her backside. She truly was a lovely hen. Her outfit only helped accentuate her natural curves, which was something Bell would drool over. Emilia certainly was the type of gal that he’d hate to see go but, at the same time, would just love to watch leave. When the beauty turned back to face him, the rooster quickly averted his gaze to one of the trees across the street. He scratched the back of his head and tried his damnedest to play it off. “Uh, I’d rather fly.”
Emilia looked at the birdman with an interested smile. It did appear to be the most innocent of smiles at the very least. "Pleasure to meet you Bell, thank you again for helping catch that thief." She spoke very casually for the most part. When the birdman spoke about keeping his feathers in pristine condition she tended to look at them a bit closer. They did seem to be very well kept, Emilia liked birds so she knew at least a thing or two about what a nice wing looked like. When the bird boy began saying tacos didn't quite agree with his biology she almost frowned.
"That's really a shame bird boy." She poked him lightly in the chest. "Tacos are mysterious, yet delicious." She spoke in a flattering, calm, and soothing voice."
[/b] When the bird man agreed to bread she was more than delighted that they at least found something he enjoyed. "So you like sweets then?" She raised an eyebrow at the thought of showing him some of her baked goods. She wouldn't mind to give him something like that if he really liked it. The bird man didn't seem to take offence to her vocal challenge of his skills. He could, "Fly with the best of e'm" So she was more than happy to hear that. She couldn't help but feel he looked a bit dorky with those goggles though. However she understood their purpose.
When she made her way to the taxi, and turned around to check on the bird man she couldn't help but notice a bit of fluster in his eyes. "What was he looking at?" She thought to herself curiously. She noticed his eyes were darting across the street, but nothing of seeming interest was over there. She lightly chuckled, realizing what he was staring at. It was however very light and barely audible. "Just follow the taxi!" She yelled to the avian creature before getting in.
The taximan looked at Emilia from the front seat. "Where we going?" Emilia huffed replying. "Soleil bakery, 51st Sunset drive." The taxi man groaned. "Emilia you know I don't think this guy fits your usual pick of hot strangers." Emilia reached over the divide to the taxi man and grabbed his shoulder with a smile. "Oh, but those wings are something unique aren't they?" Her voice piqued up almost like she was fan-girling over the bird. The taximan grumbled. "Just don't expect much from him. He looks like some sort of wack-job with those heavy eyebrows." Their conversation was only audible to those within the taxi car, and after they were done speaking the vehicle began to move. It took a good 10 minutes before the taxi reached the little bakery.
The taximan got out of the car and opened the door for Emilia, clearly they had some sort of friendly relationship at the very least. The taximan whispered to her. "Remember, he's just a wacko with wings. I don't like e'ms" Emilia shoved him, with some heft, almost as if saying "Leave me alone." And she began looking up into the sky. Using her right arm and bringing it over her eyes, almost like binoculars she whistled. "Bell?!" [/center]
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