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.
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[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Hands grasped together and positioned atop his lap, Felix listened to the young woman. Hopping to potential conjectures was merely natural for the purple-haired informant. Inside his head was a spiralling web of information, stretching out and leading to the potential reasons for Tessa’s actions. The purple-haired informant’s face remained neutral as he listened to the defence. His skepticism was strong beneath her so-called proof that there should be doubt within the whistle-blown happenings. However, his mind fixated on her opening; why bring up her history if it was not privy to the circumstance?
Inside his mind, he could not resist suspecting a pity grab with her words. Perhaps it was aged cynicism or genuine knowledge about the occurrences within the organization. By reporting the leak in information and who it was passed on, Felix was accomplishing the crucial, additional tasks of his occupation. Her points were valid about how information was a chain and furthermore, the Assembly of Phantoms was deceptive. Yet, something felt off about the entire exchange. He accomplished diligence in reporting the information leak specifically because the likelihood of his information being falsified was low probability.
The matter with those of higher authority receiving the information, while not impossible, was off given records. There were instances of incorrect information or leaks around Tessa Harmon, as would occur with an informant. Comparing the records was the important portion of contention and establishing where exactly the leak may have occurred. The leak occurred after he received and handed off his information, thus, he held reason to suspect the individual he handed it off to. As she finished, he released an inaudible exhale as he leaned back in the chair, straightening his back.
“You may state it is not about the past, but you brought it up,” he began with a frown. “Your past was not the matter of contention, it was the factor of which after handing my information to you, it was leaked. As for the second portion of your argument, given the difficulty and manner in which I obtained this information, the probability of it being falsified is low. I went through a lot of struggles but overheard everything from a safe distance. Additionally, your following argument, that suggests you did not provide this emergency information in a timely manner, as per the requirement. The information was short notice and ultimately, presented little time for a sloppy telephone game.
So you can inform me about information currents and falsified data, but the matter is simple, the chain should have stayed short in lieu of the emergency situation that was occurring at that present moment.”
The purple-haired man was uncertain about Tessa’s arguments. Portions of him, while acknowledging the innocent wishing to be labelled correctly, wondered why she would bother. Furthermore, the sheer invoking of her past suggested wishes of maintaining it in the back of his mind, a whisper informing about his foolishness in mentioning the possibility. The young man doubted anything bad would come of his reporting of the circumstance. If anything, the woman would be spoken to and observed with more watchful eyes.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Once comfortable at the table, Felix patiently waited for the woman determined to clear her name. The blind informant was uncertain how everything would unravel. His reservations about the circumstance left him a tad cynical towards Tessa’s intentions, but he was required to quell his tongue. His accusations were not baseless, the information shared between them was limited and appeared not fabricated given the difficulties in grasping it. The purple-haired informant was attempting to maintain an open mind, however, he knew Bruce would not leak the information.
Throughout their partnership, Bruce was a steady asset in the battle against the Assembly of Phantoms. Few instances existed where information was leaked and countered in suspicious circumstances, even in moments where plenty of people was brought attention to the data. Thus, inside the blind man’s head, there was a substantial reason for his suspicions. Fortunately, it kept him apprehensive and prepared to question whatever Tessa would state. As her footsteps rang in his ears and the young woman returned, Felix was prepared to listen to whatever she wished to state.
He nodded at her return, the man patient as he waited for the woman to begin. The opening comments served as mere door openers to the heavier, underlying topic. The status of Tessa's previous loyalties. Gossip circulated, and with a memory incapable of forgetting the blandest facts, Felix remembered each one word for word.
"I've heard my share," he began, clicking his tongue softly. "Miss Harmon, I hope your defence does not entirely consist of you being a runaway. I understand your history has turbulence that suggests your loyalty to TRS is beyond that of an average agent, but it cannot be a defensive measure. There are plenty of people TRS has protected throughout the years, and it has bitten the hand of the protector."
The purple-haired man laid out the topics he wished to avoid hearing. The notion of a drawn-out conversation on how the woman was an Assembly of Phantoms runaway appeared as a baseline defence. Thus, he disarmed the potential shield in hopes of steering Tessa into a predicament should feign innocence hinge on her past. The informant was searching for a stumble, points where he could pick at any deceit or potentials for an underlying truth. There was a chance he could gain a negative opinion from his monotone words, however, he was a pursuer of truth, not a sympathizer.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Their stroll down the hallway possessed the familiar notes of duty. Steadily, Bruce kept pace, a hulking shadow behind the purple-haired young charge who strode forward. Throughout their journey, the dragon’s eyes accomplished a sweep of their surroundings, analyzing everything and maintaining a subtle tab on the other attendant. While it was accomplished primarily through other senses, Bruce could never hide the curious glance over his shoulder at the young woman following behind them. The movement of the head perched upon his neck made it inevitable.
From behind, she held a particular vantage point, however, her movements were tactfully pinpointed by the young informant. Should anything abnormal be accomplished whenever the hawk-like eyes of Bruce wavered, the static field manifested by Felix would catch it. Each step was measured on their way to the cafeteria, Felix maintaining a high awareness of their surroundings. Though, upon their entrance, a separation was bound to occur given the circumstance. At the mention of fetching something for them, Felix shook his head.
“No thank you,” he answered. “Bruce? Would you like anything?”
The large man with white locks shook his head. Non-verbally responding to the shake, Felix nodded before turning away. A display of the hidden talents possessed by the blind man, however, his peculiar method of sight was no secret. The members of the TRS were aware Felix viewed the world through other means, but the specifics were the unknown factor for a portion. After the exchange, they retreated through the rows of tables, heading to a smaller table on the far side of the cafeteria where they could discover some privacy.
While the cafeteria was relatively empty, Felix wished for privacy to discuss these affairs. The accusations were easily surmised as fatal to certain TRS workers. Thus, without a wish to stir any ruckus amidst the ranks with his accusations towards Tessa, he picked quietness. The purple-haired man settled at the small table, Bruce taking residence at the chair next to him. This left the two chairs across from the information duo. Stationed beside him would be the cane, a relatively useless tool given his capabilities, but brought along to manifest the illusion of helplessness and for emergencies where the static fizzled out.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]The neutrality in Felix's expression was evident as his phlegmatic nature suppressed emotional response. Despite its stifling of relationships, it assisted in the clever art of masking. A guarded, difficultly read expressed resulted in hardships for others, especially given the state of human nature. Regular human interaction summoned the copying of expressions, but as an emotionally suppressed individual, Felix made it difficult for others to harness those mundane parlor tricks. Mental notes and inner ticks would were devoid of him, rather, his countenance was stubborn, remaining its closed-off phlegmatic nature.
Whatever chess game was destined to unfurl between them brought about a curious stir within Felix. Through his short life, the purple-haired man had been greeted with his share of swindlers and conmen. A majority of blind individuals were vulnerable, thus, natural those beliefs were asserted over him as well. Immediately, Felix prepared himself to scrutinize his opponent's words and actions, the static clouding into the air. These were his tools for sight, prepped and refined for sight and crucial analysis.
The mention of complaints being raised was met with a stiff nod. There were a limited amount of people who showed themselves as ignorant to the requirements of bodyguards and their services. While occasionally, people would request their guards to remain behind, Felix, nowadays, was learning the betterment of Bruce's presence.
"People can be ignorant, Miss Harmon. I may wish for it not to be the case, but unfortunately, it gets perpetuated," he stated with a gentle sigh. "Thus, I dispel anything before it results in a boilover."
Ulterior motives existed beneath the requirements, however, the necessity remained. There were few expressions on Bruce's face as he remained behind Felix, prepared to tail his charge as required. Discussions would occur in the aftermath, and the informant was prepared to entirely digest the circumstance and nitpick at the details. The movements of the woman's face were detected, alas, nothing substantial would arrive with their present transactions. These were the meagre stepping stones into a greater pond of knowledge to arrive, and Felix planned on investing himself fully.
Nonetheless, every detail would be documented by his superior memory. The inner archives of his endless thoughts and memories would allow for a proper analysis when a suitable time arrived and for the counterarguing of specific points or contradictions in the face of lies. In short, Felix was entirely prepared for the focus-powered game of debate. While the informant could not detect her feigning of unprepared plans, he maintained a skeptical mindset. There was a chance she thought out her decisions, thinking of where the pieces would lay on the chessboard.
Nobody wanted to readily admit to pondering the realm of possibilities for destiny's charted course, especially when surprising elements could be used for an advantage. The gifted questioned nothing, remaining quiet as she decided a suitable location. Whether she provided them with the comfort, herself or nobody mattered naught in the grand scheme of things. Ultimately, everything hanging from the line came down to the unfolding battle of wits. The suggestion of the cafeteria was promptly greeted with a nod from the informant.
"Very well, cafeteria it is then. If you prefer, Bruce and I can pick a table while you gather some food," the informant offered.
Before she could answer, Felix began moving down the hallway, Bruce following behind. The conversation was bound to take place shortly and these were significant affairs. Every stride would bring them closer to the cafeteria, Felix's ears listening to his surroundings. If Tessa wished to contest the decision or desired to add additional details to the circumstance. His steps were measured as Felix proceeded down the hallway, heading for the large double doors of the cafeteria. Upon his entry, he paused for a moment, waiting to check Tessa's movements upon their entry.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Consequence always existed in the tracks of action. A single report to higher authorities inevitably summoned the circumstance he was served with. The two tracks unfolded themselves inside his mind, the entire plain inside him rolling similar to a chess board. While the evidence to support his suspicions was lacking enough for reprimanding action, the possibility kept his wary. If Tessa Harmon held malicious intent to the TRS, Felix was required to hide cards beneath his sleeves when in her presence to maximize the success in his missions.
The psychological chess game would inevitably begin, and Felix planned on participating until his suspicions were entirely cleared. There was a chance the Assembly of Phantoms merely got lucky and predicted their movements, however, naivety was a foolish man's downfall. A subtle raise of the brow arrived with the accepted reasoning behind his reports to the higher officials. In a way, Felix expected anger, thus a resignment to the necessities of those actions was an oddity, however, his familiarities with Miss Harmon were limited at best.
Proper predictions would be ascertained through extended periods of discussion between the pair. For now, Felix's brain would detail every portion of this conversation, the vividness of his memory beyond that of any regular individual. The informant's hands rested on the top of his cane as he allowed the tip to remained stationed on the tiled floor.
"Then I am overjoyed you arrived at that conclusion," Felix answered her. "The organization's safety arrives first and foremost, therefore, I am not planning to overlook anything questionable. Even if the perpetrator was Bruce."
Briefly, Felix's hands adjusted, lifting the cane to gesture to the burly, wall of a man behind him. While the purple-haired man prayed the interaction would be brief, it appeared the young scout had further information for them. As she entered the subject of TRS being considered her home, Felix already predicted where everything would be heading. There were no twitches in the man's phlegmatic expression as he listened to the woman's words. These were the expectations of dangerous allegations towards one's loyalties to the agency.
An Assembly of Phantoms member would inevitably be imprisoned and questioned with zero hopes of witnessing the sunlight unless they cooperated. The young woman made her intentions clear, the wishes to remove the squalid marks from her name from a single report. Her articulate nature was something unpredicted, alas, the informant, aware there was plenty of time remaining before the following mission, knew being uncooperative would not be helpful. If there was more information about the present information leak he could gather, Felix was required to take it.
A sigh breathed through his partially opened lips. Despite his wishes to proceed with his discussions his Bruce Andonov about their next moves, this would prevent an obstacle in the long run. He doubted she would merely let everything drift down the river for long, innocent or guilty.
"Very well," the informant answered. "Bruce and I have time before we brief on our next mission. Now, where would you wish to discuss these matters? Furthermore, before there are any complaints, my bodyguard will be in attendance no matter the arguments you may have. Whether I believed you or not, it is within Bruce's job requirements to watch over me."
The informant knew Bruce was a tactful man, capable of analyzing expressions. Despite his wishes for independence, Felix would admit the bodyguard was a magnificent partner. The light dragon possessed the eyes required to analyze crucial details his blinder ones could not or that his electrokinesis failed to detect. Thus, if discussions between himself and Tessa Harmon were necessary, Felix desired his bodyguard's attendance. In order to maintain a smoothed over reasoning, the informant even included the bodyguard's job requirements to made counter-arguments difficult, if not, impossible.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Cacophonous crashes echoed around them, disturbing the focus of the blind informant. As his head struggled against the noises, his body was protected by the arm of the hulking dragon. Nonetheless, the rattling sounds of metal being spit from gun barrels and swirling of various abilities as people shouted and screamed was difficult on Felix’s head. He operated best in circumstances with limited noise, thus the thundering surroundings only condemned him to complete sightlessness. While the informant was stubbornly independent, instances similar to this brought those wishing yielding.
Another tight squeeze brought Felix into the thick muscles of his associated, though, complaints were entirely shoved away. Being nestled amidst the muscles of his protector was a comfort sought for and accepted by the blind man. A grunt from Bruce echoed in his ears as the man shielded before providing a counterattack to force the enemies back. The confirmation on the radio was narrowly heard, but a subtle relief nonetheless. While they would still be expected to outlast the enemy, the duo had the peace of mind that somebody would arrive to rescue them.
A loud bang echoed through as a man with enhanced strength smacked a large sledgehammer down. The blind man stiffened, however, before further reactions could be provided, Bruce abruptly moved him. The informant hardly had a moment to place his legs beneath him, rather, he was dragged away, creating more difference. The words echoed through the radio, Felix's memory dipping down and recalling the count.
"Still 5?" The blind informant shouted to Bruce.
"Yes, still 5," the dragon answered in a grumble.
The young informant clicked the button, static echoing from the radio. He plead for anything to assist them from their situation, even the aforementioned Deputy was an improvement to a single dragon handling a group of 5 Assembly while tending to a blind informant.
"We have only seen 5, if there is back up, we cannot be sure," he spoke through the radio.
Abruptly, another pullback arrived, the radio being justled in the mix. While Felix's fingers clung to the device, the receiver smacked into his chest, resulting in it emitting a ruffling noise. Chances were, they sounded as though they were struggling, however, Felix hoped it would prompt their assistance to arrive quicker.
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[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Silently, Felix waited for the passing individuals venturing down the hallway. The static around him sensing the wall of a man at his flank as they remained against the wall. Steadily, the blind man's cane remained firm against the hard flooring of the TRS. The informant's world was filled with the clacking of shoes moving down the hallway. Plans filtered through Felix's mind as he debated the future missions of himself and Bruce. There was plenty the pair was required to accomplish for the organization's sake.
From the opposite end of the hallway, his last name echoed down the walls upon the passing of the individuals. Out of instinct, Felix faced the source of the noise, his mind already deducing the source of his name. In the context of the recent happenings within the TRS and additionally the tones, cadence and general noise of the voice, Felix easily figured who would seek his attention. Naturally, after the accusations were made, Tessa Harmon would arrive to register complaints with his reporting of concerns and information.
The quickened pace of steps growing closer summoned a sigh between his lips. He should have expected complaints from the individual he accused of potentially leaking information.
"Miss Harmon, if you're here to inform me about how wrong I am, I assure you I do things out of caution. We both know the limited nature of that information, just as I know myself and Bruce are not responsible for a leak in it," the blind man explained.
The words were simply stated, Felix hoping to ward off any wild defending. Alas, knowing how circumstances proceed, the purple-haired informant doubted the woman would not try. Whether it was to protect her guise or out of anger at the accusations was to be determined by the arriving conversation.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Compromised information promised and given to a single soul summoned the suspicions echoing in the chambers of Felix's mind. A mere day prior as summer stepped away for the readying approach of autumn had TRS been ambushed. Crucial information countered despite stealth being assured and confirmed, leading to concerns stirring inside Felix. The purple-haired male discovered himself with a lack of faith towards the woman he handed the entirety of his information to in hopes of preserving their troops and bringing the Assembly closer to the brink.
Then the TRS were successfully ambushed in lieu of the information, as though the Assembly became aware of their ambush attempts. A counter that injured many and led to the hospitalization of a portion of their hunters. Narrowly had the group managed to escape the clutches of the Assembly without someone being murdered in the process. It was nothing short of miraculous that their struggle assured them freedom. Thus, Felix provided his suspicions to the scouting division, sharing his concerns regarding the recent information leaks.
Naturally, the information would reach back to the woman who possessed the moniker, Tessa Harmon. The informant hardly minded a circumstance of distrust so long as they were not placed together or she acted as the receiver of his intelligence. In the aftermath of it all, Felix strode the halls with Bruce following closely behind him. They were awaiting return information to proceed with their gathering efforts. Once granted a precise location, he and Bruce would venture out on another mission to gain data about the Assembly of Phantoms.
Thus, for the time the pair decided to consider the instance of peace their break. While a majority would idly sit without a single care in the world, Felix's restlessness kept them upright. Unless wounds were across his or his partner's flesh, the blind man preferred to roam. Alertness played in his static, the movements echoing in every action reflecting in his electro abilities. As they strolled further, a sigh escaped Felix's lips, gentle as his cane tapped against the tiled floors. It was a force of habit related to his guises of being entirely blind.
The rhythmic steps of their movements were everything he detected with the occasional passerby rushing past. The regular races of the TRS to counteract AP strategies keeping the organization rolling. For a moment they stopped, heading to the side of the hallway to allow a group of TRS members through. They remained stationary, assuring each group their passage through the hallway to continue their work.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Piercing through the clear skies of a pleasant summer’s day were gunshots and rattles. Brilliant bursts of light obscuring a haste ridden retreat to safer fortifications. In the midst of an information search to overhear words had led towards an older home. The untrimmed grass reaching knee height with plenty of old vehicles and sheds took residence on the property. Hidden inside the walls were a few Assembly members, exchanging their plans inside an alleged “safehouse”. Successfully, they had managed their way close, hiding beneath a subtly opened window, remaining quiet and careful.
Alas, caution only earned limited amounts of safety when one actively played with the flickering flames of a licking fire. The young, blind informant and his dragon bodyguard had been noticed by the Assembly members hiding in the depths of the den. Thus outside transformed into a battlefield with Felix alongside his bodyguard forced to retreat several steps. Between the shouts and sounds of firing abilities, the pair had attempted to bunker down. Around them echoed the chaos as they reigned down their attack, the subtle clicks of ammunition bouncing off the light shield breaching his ears.
Nestled next to the bulking frame of Bruce, Felix felt the subtle tremble of his body. Everything went despicably wrong, and now the wicked intentions of AP were entirely fixated on the duo. A single muscular arm remained around his shoulders, Bruce’s open hand focused on maintaining the shield of light.
“Call in backup? They can surround us, Felix,” the man’s voice remained levelled as he spoke.
The dragon was experienced in these circumstances, thus, he was unflappable in the twisted face of peril. Meanwhile, the frightened informant fumbled his movements. His twitching fingers and unsteady hand narrowly grasping the radio tucked away in his pocket. The entire circumstance was close cut with bullets swirling fairly close and leaving him frightened. In the chaotic atmosphere, Felix took a deep, lung-filling breath. A long exhale escaped his lips as Felix flipped on the radio. The background was brimming with gunshots, shouts and even sounds of varying elements.
"We have an emergency in the outskirts, presently, we're under heavy fire and need some assistance immediately," Felix explained, providing the address to the location after.
Abruptly, an arm wrapped beneath his arms, tighter as Bruce hefted Felix up and shielded them as they retreated. A grunt escaped Felix, the blind man curling his legs up as his arm hooked around his bodyguard's shoulders. With the little incident, the pair retreated to a fortified location near an unharmed vehicle. People around them had long cleared out, phone calls being made to the RCMP and TRS. The circumstance was gradually growing wilder with every word. As people attempted to give clarity through the clouded lenses of a safe distance.
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[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Inquisitive thoughts swirled in the depths of Felix’s head the longer his brain churned. An opportunity never believed possible presented itself, and it existed prompting subtle twitching in the man’s fingers. A singular glimpse brought forth the endless wishes to experience the life he desired since learning of his differences. However, sight gained dependency on the other party's willingness to grant him those precious moments. Everything he wanted laid in the hands of another, and despite the man's apparent kindness, the thought scared him.
A single person capable of granting the utmost craving, existent since the long gone days of pure dependency and strict rules. Never was Felix hindered by his disability, but he was always treated as someone who required protection because of it. There was full awareness those aspects would never alter beyond what Felix enforced, but his curiosity and desire ate away at the blind man. Jealousy had burnt inside him, festering because of the unattainable action far beyond his fingertips ever since being brought into the world.
Inside him, pride quieted, warranting room for prayers and hope. A single day could potentially suffice him, yet, similar to addiction there would always be the underlying desire for more. Temporary sight for a blind was profound and feasibly impossible for the longest time until the stranger shattered the walls of convention, logic and reasoning. Magic was a trickier item to master and understand after all. An agreement was carried via soft cords to Felix's ears without mention of ultimatums or returned favours.
For mere seconds, the corners of the gifted's lips twitched into a second-long, tiny smile before fading into the regular neutral countenance. The following confirmation of willingness being met with a happier tonal shift only brought certainty to Felix. The opportunity existed and after countless wishes of possessing the ability of sight, he would gain the experience he never held.
"Thank you," his voice tinged with flecks of a subtle joy.
Despite the jubilee bubbling inside Felix, the man's attitude remained relatively muted. The exhibiting of emotions was long forgotten regardless of his perfect memory, as though the rhythm of facial movement and tone changes escaped him. The TRS informant drew in a long inhale, releasing every particle of breath slow.
"I believe you never provided your name," his face drifted towards the medic. "Mayhaps you heard mine from Bruce, however, I'm Felix Mellobrook, in case it was missed."
An agreement between them was forged, thus the exchange of names became essential. Happy thoughts swirled inside Felix's head at the concept of gaining the opportunity given. Finally, he would be capable of learning the wonders of sight because of another's benevolence.
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[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Pondering arrived with nature for Felix, but there was force behind the thoughts occurring inside his mind. An angelic healer capable of temporarily "restoring" the connection in his optic nerve. What optic dystrophy consumed and severe seemingly bypassed through the action of touch and magic. Nothing could permanently restore the malformation inside his eye, he accepted that upon his comprehension of the illness. It was not damaged, it simply never formed properly. If anything, attempting a complete, operation restoration of his sight would be the equivalent to adding matter that never once existed.
The churning gears inside Felix's head powered through as he attempted to logic out the possibilities of magic. From individual to individual, magic changed and altered in capability. An additional factor was magical prowess. A lack of capability and control undoubtedly would leave the scars of undesired effects upon the individual it was cast. Perhaps the medic's magical prowess allotted for the temporary functioning of his eyes or perhaps his healing acted as a magical 'gateway' that allowed nerve signals to pass along?
"Hmm," the blind man's lips made the subtle sound. "The only reasoning available for a different reaction would be if your magical prowess or functionality allows for the temporary restoration of punitive absences... Meaning, your magic acted as a conduit for nerve signals to pass through and reach the brain."
The blind man nodded at his own musings, as though confirming his suspicions with himself. There were limited other explanations to the incredible capabilities of the man's healing magic. Abruptly, the purple-haired man's body stiffened as additional thoughts haunted his mind. He knew of nobody capable of making a nerve conduit, even if through temporary restoration, meaning only a single man held the key to granting him sight... and he was in the room. A soft sigh breezed through his lips upon realizing his dependence... but he craved the knowledge of a world never seen by his eyes.
"And perhaps I can make a request if you do not mind, sir?" The blind man began. "I have never had someone capable of supposedly 'healing' my eyes and restoring my sight, even if temporarily. If you would be willing, I have a simple request. Could you show me this world? Allow me to see things once beyond my realm?"
Thrown into pleading with another over something long-desired, Felix's voice exhibited it. The once neutral tones sparked from his phlegmatic attitude bore the soft pleading undertones of a man with a dream. He wanted desperately to see, even if temporarily... He wanted the opportunity more than anything.
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[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Levelled heart rhythms were long abandoned for the rampant dance of excitement stirring inside his chest. Breath hasted as thoughts teemed in Felix's mind. Opportunity existed for something deemed impossible and it left his mind endlessly spinning. There was a twitching in the blind man's fingers as his body stirred from beyond his control. The conclusion of their experiment was illogical and impossible, yet, he sat after experiencing the peculiar capabilities of mysterious healer's healing, everything was turned around.
Reality flipped upside down in meagre moments. Everything he learned in favour of educated himself about his hidden deformity bringing a shellshock to the mind. Optic Dystrophy, the deterioration of the optic nerves behind the eyes or malformation of those nerves resulting in blindness. A hereditary illness inherited by his mother. A negative gene and regarded as unmendable because of his sightlessness resulting from malformation rather than conventional damage. Yet, this healer's touch managed to manifest a conduit allowing for sight or resulted in a permanent change.
The outer world was featured on Felix's muted attentiveness as wide, purple eyes absorbed the sights of everything. Narrowly, his mind missed the questions asked by the medic, fortunately, a soft nudge of the arm from Bruce returned him to reality. A gentle 'hmm' left his pursed lips though realization dawned with haste. The purple-haired man gave a soft nod before his eyes locked on the soft-featured man beside him. Optics drank in the man's appearance, the pigments of something never before seen, colour.
In an act of unbeknownst rudeness, Felix stared, before snapping himself away with a shake of the head. There were other objectives requiring his mental focus.
"P-perhaps," his voice was stifled from wonderment. "However, I recall being healed on previous occasions by an angel... Therefore perhaps specialty could be the solution."
A hmm hummed through his lips as Felix absorbed himself in thought. Though, a single revelation was pedestalled in the forefront of his mind. This man, wrapped in mystery and powerful healing, allowed his sight. The sensations of healing tingled up his arm, however, distracted with theories and thoughts, Felix paid no mind to the feeling of magic.
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[attr="class","blindballottalker"]When perplexed, one must pursue the possible answers to gain further knowledge. The concept was one frequently followed by Felix, partially caused by his occupation. Informants were designed to gather intelligence, although, regularly this involved correlating facts to brought about theories, possibilities or general knowledge. Yet, the blind man discovered himself pursuing data related to the recent unfolding of events amidst the medical ward. Unlike a portion of situation, Felix was unable to brush away the strange, impossible to describe "sensation".
From the chair near the threshold, Bruce observed, his countenance representing similar notes of confusion. Yet, not an argument left his lips. The bodyguard knew his client, and Felix was among the stubborn people who would become determined to gather whatever he wished for. The offered hand was greeted with a softer one brushing against his. The gifted man's head faced the complying medic in hopes of not hearing rejection. Yet, the blind informant was fortunate that the medic was willing to assist with his study.
As the light escaped the healer's, the so-called sensation returned. A lightness came, impossible to describe for a man who never experienced the miracle. The shapes seen through static lenses arranged themselves through the dark tinted lenses. The man's jaw dropped, a gasp leaving his agape mouth automatically as through the tinted lenses he witnessed the arrangements composing a face. Yet, unlike the static shaping, everything was sharper curves with... something. A man with long hair was viewed by his side, every feature available.
A light was emitting from where their hands collided. While the movements of the man's face were noticed, the question fell upon deafened ears as astonishment claimed Felix. The informant's gaze darted around, viewing the entire shape he sensed through his electricity manipulation.
"H... wh... I..."
Sounds breathily left Felix's mouth, however, the overwhelming shock kept him abnormally quiet. His bodyguard stepped forward, actions correlating with the sounds of footsteps. Wide-eyed, Felix watched him, the darkened lenses obscuring the condition of his regularly blind hues. The hulking man's calloused hand softly grabbed his arm, a worried expression on his face.
"Are you alright?" The worried vocals of Bruce's voice reached his ears.
For a moment, Felix found himself completely stationary. The overwhelming realization of everything that happened weighing down on his shoulders.
"... I-I can see... you..." He mumbled out.
Hastily, his fixation shifted to the medic, leaving Bruce in a similar state of confusion and shock. The creator of this wondrous experience.
"How?! How did you do that?!" The regularly blind man demanded.
Never had he witnessed the world around him, but always prayed for the luxury. His voice rang with cords of desperation as Felix's eyes locked on the medic. He wanted- NO, needed to know. The answers were crucial, especially if it involved the opportunity of granting him access to the one thing he wanted most.
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[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Perplexed thoughts consumed the blind informant with every passing second. A sensation and cause peculiar in nature maintaining the activity of his ever-churning mind. Whatever happened was unlike anything experienced in his previous encounters with other TRS medical staff. Logical conclusions refused proper formation from an overwhelming lack of information in regards to what occurred. He desired the required knowledge as every instinct to make sense of the happening screamed similar to a blaring alarm.
The strange instance distracted Felix entirely, leaving him unaware of the medic's inquiries in regards to his sister. An explanation was provided, the man stating he merely accomplished the basic action of using healing magic. There was nothing bizarre about enacting the usage of healing magic to verify injured locations, rather, somebody would claim it was a regular occurrence. A soft 'hmm' hummed through Felix's lips as one of his brows raised, creating a pensive expression as his mind churned.
"Felix?" The bodyguard's words disturbed his thoughts.
Rather than switch focus, Felix waved him off. A sign of wellness, but vague method of stating I'm curious. The blind man extended his hand to the mysterious medic. He desired to discover what happened upon his healing check. Unlike the numerous medics Felix visited over his years of attendance in the TRS, nobody managed to manifest this oddity. Therefore, he craved to discover what happened, his mind revolving around the distinct memory that flashed before him. Something different from the perpetual world he grew up in throughout his entire life.
"I am not entirely certain about what happened... However, if you are willing to indulge me in experimenting, can you do it again?" The blind informant requested. "A sensation... if that could even be considered the word, occurred of which I never felt before."
The blind informant was hopeful the man would oblige. Feasting his curiosities was a constant wish of Felix's. A characteristic spawned by desires for intellect and appraisal in those fields. Enhanced memory made Felix best suited as a library of information rather than anything else. Alas, the young man possessed his limitations from being sightless, thus, he made efforts to learn where possible. It was everything he could accomplish given his cruel situation after all.
A soft sigh whispered through Bruce's lips, however, the bodyguard maintained silence. From months of working with the blind man, he long learned nothing could cease the intense knowledge craving. If anything, attempting to stop the young man would be a waste of time and energy.
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