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.
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Gears churned as the TRS system endlessly moved forward. Through her years and endless struggles, Gwen grew used to the endless ticking of time's haunting hand. Already winter passed into spring, summoning business as the Assembly of Phantoms kicked into full treachery. The malicious intentions of terrors and soldiers entered the annual limelight with spring's arrival. Thus, Gwen was prepared to move forward on the respective actions. Yet, her thoughts lingered on the endlessly tickling clock above their heads.
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Portions of her mind pondered about her previous experiences. The number of passing years since she failed to protect Isabella and allowed her passing... Her chest stirred over thoughts of the gorgeous ravenette who haunted distant memories. The joyous laugh echoing through her head and the flutter of her chest over the twitching smile across her lips during conversation... Even the manner the glowing campfires coloured her locks and summoned a sense of sheen. Her obscured silver eyes turned grim as the softest sigh escaped through her subtly parted lips.
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A deep breath followed her sigh as the air slowly escaped her. An easing breath to steady her resolve as iron-clad will be returned to entire strength. Memories, as bittersweet in taste they were, could only hinder the warrior preparing for battle. Spring meant work was required, therefore, endless pondering would only distract her. Efficiently, Gwen laced up the pair of combat boots, tightening the strings and double-knotting them to avoid loose laces. The TRS huntress was dressed thoroughly in her dark clothes with the red accents of an elite.
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A spark settled in her eyes, noticeable through the tinted contact lenses. From the locker room, the long-haired woman marched out of the locker room. A mission was arranged between her and another unit one TRS huntress, a woman by the alias Singing Shadow. A mystical-type name with the adored allure of mystery to those who heard it. Despite her years in the TRS, the buzzing headquarters made it difficult for Gwen to identify everybody by their aliases or name. She recalled the woman's name as Alunai, though, the woman was a stranger in her head.
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The woman strode through the hallways, her eyes sweeping through the halls. The meeting place decided entered her mind; the back door. As she walked, Gwen's hands patted herself down, feeling the sword at her side and the radio at her other. With confidence in her gaze, she continued forth, heading to the back door where she would inevitably meet her working partner. Once she arrived, Gwen pushed through the heavy door and into the fresh sunshine of spring.
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According to the appearances of the list, there were plenty of people to be called back. Undoubtedly, the remainder of Gwen's unit was up for the task of defending citizens and assuring they would be safe. TRS unit 2, impart known as the "militia unit" because of the rough and tough training exerted by the higher ups. Lieutanent Sonya proved several times to not appreciate slackers or weaklings, thus the unit was drilled hard. Although, singlehandedly taking down swarmers was beyond the training expected, Gwen stood tall and oozed confidence with hopes of not overstepping to arrogance.
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Fortunately, she would be spared of displaying the negative outcomes of a hunter working against a multiplying enemy. Rather, she observed as phone work was split between the two other individuals in her company; the pair of citizens. The wraith's eyes split away from them but proceeded to listen as she accomplished another glance over of their surroundings. She wanted to accomplish a quick patrol of the immediate area to assure safety would be absolute. Sparing every one from peril was the paramount objective in the huntress' occupation.
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As she finished her path-mapping once over, she listened to the words being exchanged. The young boy was named Rowan and had taken a portion of the list to assist in number dialling. The dark-haired huntress turned back to announce her mini-patrol, the secretary already suggested a different task. The wraith glanced over her shoulder at the adjacent station mentioned by Asami and gave a small nod.
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"I'm going to look around a bit first and make sure we have none of those eggs I mentioned here," Gwen informed her professionally. "I'll be quick. I would rather call for back up before any unexpected trouble comes our way."
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With those words, the wraith departed at a speed faster than an average individual. Air gusted around her, emphasizing the enhancement of her speed. She was effectively a blurr sprinting around the plaza, assessing locations where eggs could have been slipped.
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Only a pair of citizens stood in the plaza, yet, one displayed traits of being troublesome. A teenager, almost as though trying to cement the stereotype of teens being problematic, registered complaints. The young man, in Gwen's opinion, hated when authority provided a list of commands, even when it related to safety concerns. Either way, the dark-haired woman was concerned he would prove rather vexing and result in a slew of unwelcomed issues. As it currently stood, the wraith was alone in protecting these people.
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Meanwhile, the other TRS hunters were probably searching for the eggs and eradicating the swarmers bursting from the blackened shells. It explained her position and lack of reinforcements standing beside her. By theory, the plaza was safest and those atrocious eggs limited. Unfortunately, should misfortunes fall upon them, a rigorous battle would be ahead of the long-haired huntress. Behind her, the background noise of the white-haired woman summoning back the various egg hunters. Begrudgingly, the young boy agreed to cooperate with the efforts being put forth to keep him safe.
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The wraith gave a subtle eye roll before focusing on accomplishing another glance over the area. She would be required to do a thorough search of the area to assure the Assembly did not maliciously place a black egg closer than expected. The white-haired woman spoke, prompting Gwen to glance over her shoulder. The dark-haired woman shook her head.
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"They are solving the problem at the moment, so right now I was best doing crowd control," Gwen explained to the young woman.
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While she was not handed the job of 'crowd control' Gwen took the responsibility to assure the citizens would be safe while the problem was being solved. Once everybody arrived at the plaza, she would notify her fellow hunters and stay put until further notice. Somebody needed to assure the Assembly would not harm the approaching citizens and as the huntress in the area. It was her volunteered responsibility.
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Throughout her interaction with the child and white-haired woman running the plaza of the northern sector, her eyes wandered. Carefully, the red hues glanced over their surrounding, a subtle narrowing of her eyes as she scrutinized the scene. Somewhere amidst waving trees, crooks of buildings and hanging baskets were those malicious eggs... Everybody would be returning to the main plaza and she needed to assure the safety of this location. The black eggs were reported and as one of the hunters charged with caring for the Northern sector.
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A soft huff of inaudible displeasure narrowly escaped the closed lips, blowing them open slightly. There was a stressful situation weighed upon her slender shoulders, however, the wraith planned on standing strong. After the crimes she committed all those years ago, she devoted herself to the art of the sword and praised herself in becoming a capable warrior. She wondered if Izabella was proud of the things she began doing, alas, those concerns, unfortunately, needed shoving aside. She needed to survive the situation, else, she would risk injury with a false move.
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She listened to the young boy's inquiries in regards to why he was required to stay. The dark-haired woman's gaze locked on the young man. It seemed the light-haired man decided to complain about the situation despite the impression Gwen's uniform would provide. The red accents of her garb were nothing to gawk at! Her expression was stern, as though the teen was her son and she was preparing to lecture him.
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"Listen, young one. You 'ought to stay here if you care about your safety, understood?" Gwen told the young boy, hands sitting on her hips. "And don't you touch any eggs, understood?!"
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The final piece was added hastily and with an imposing seriousness. Afterwards, the wraith's stern gaze returned to the white-haired woman, arms dropping to her sides. Honestly, young people should be more considerate of their safety rather than ask these foolish questions! Was it not clear there were more pressing matters?! She listened to the woman's inquiry about the situation, however, the last thing Gwen wished to accomplish was spread mass hysteria.
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"Just tell them not to touch any eggs on the way here," Gwen said, lending a little bit of information.
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Only shortly afterwards did the teen's curiosity pique as he asked about the emergency. Thus, once again, Gwen's attention returned to the mysterious boy who arrived late.
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"Just some safety concerns at the moment. The Assembly doesn't stop for holidays, unfortunately, but I assure you, everything will be alright. TRS is handling it as we speak."
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With her location, Gwen realized among her responsibilities was assuring nobody would start a massive panic. The last thing she needed was chaos manifesting and one of those villainous black eggs being activated on accident.
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Things were going to turn disastrous quickly with the Assembly's involvement. There was a manical nature to their cruel plans and Gwen believed this abomination won the grand prize. Swarmer eggs! Out of all the twisted creations, Zeredah had to discover a method to stuff those multiplying freaks into an egg. The TRS huntress would be lying if she said she was not tense about the circumstances. The wraith's teeth clenched as she glared at her communication device, displeased by the recent news she received.
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Scattered throughout Lorsette were large eggs filled with swarmers, the darkness that implemented a multiply ability to outnumber their opponent. An exasperated sigh left her lips at the sheer thought of being surrounded with no escape. Everybody was in danger... Was there even a method to send a message to those already hunting down eggs rather than tracking them down?! Furthermore, the burning issue manifesting mega-inferno inside Gwen's mind... What in the name of Thanatos was she supposed to do upon discovering these eggs?!
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Pick a god and pray as her pale hands wrap around the shell?! The radio was brought to Gwen's lips, placed a few centimetres away as her thumb pressed the button down.
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"What are we supposed to do if we find these eggs?" Gwen asked with notes of irritation in her voice.
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There were several seconds of silence from the radio. A frown formed on the black-haired woman's face as she waited for an answer. Eventually, static erupted as somebody prepared to answer her.
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"Leave it and call for back-up," the voice commanded.
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"Understood," she responded professionally.
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The moment her thumb left the button, Gwen unintentionally growled at the ridiculous set of circumstances. How was she supposed to stop a giant group of egg hunters from going near those eggs?! Either way, the dark-haired woman needed to go about the required actions to limit the damage. It would start by talking to the individual doing sign up and asking if there was a method to call everybody back. Strategy in mind, Gwen left the privacy of the alleyway, entering the area they labelled as their "basket hand out plaza".
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The wraith's red eyes locked on the booth, her long strides carrying her quickly. The canopy had closed unintentionally and it appeared a white-haired young woman was attempting to fix it. There was a wrench in her hand as the stranger worked towards re-opening the marquee. As she approached, she heard a young man inquire about baskets, but unfortunately, sign-ups would be cancelled. The huntress's eyes locked onto the young boy as she shook her head.
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"Sorry kid, sign-ups are closed and I need you to stay here," Gwen informed the child.
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The dark-haired woman's eyes shifted towards the white-haired woman who had originally been operating the booth. She hoped there would be a method to bring everybody back to this location.
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"Excuse me. Is there any way to get all the egg hunters back here?" Gwen asked the woman.
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There was a serious tone captured in the TRS huntress's voice, her eyes stern and hard. The situation was critical and the woman needed to establish safety for the egg hunters. It was the crucial first step before requesting backup and skimming the area for those malicious black eggs.
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Brilliant azure skies stretched across Lorsette with only a few whisps of white clouds. Sunlight filtered through the buildings, manifesting a perfect balance of warmth and cold. A perfect mixture for a day of hunting eggs across the Lorsette to win an over-sized chocolate bunny. It would be an enjoyable event for children and citizens searching for something to do for the afternoon. Alas, as expected of any event, TRS members were given the task of presiding over the event, carefully watching for any suspicious activity. It was their task because of the Assembly of Phantoms' malicious choices.
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As a result, Gwen La'Varrie was accomplishing her duties are a TRS huntress. At the beginning of the day, the black-haired woman believed it would be filled with quiet guard duty; not that she could complain considering people would be safe. Thus, throughout the organization of the event, the wraith moved around the northern district, eyes accomplishing some quick reconnaissance. There were scouts in the area, but a proper warrior at least verified her surroundings to assure familiarity. It was a preparation tactic in case things went awry.
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Long strides were taken as Gwen ventured in her customized uniform, the pants being traded for a short skirt, a pair of short shorts tucked beneath. The long-haired huntress wore her traditional TRS jacket with the red stripes that signified her position as an elite hunter. Among the unique features of her attire was the specialized, red gauntlets around her wrist. Specially crafted by strong metals and granted a charm that strengthened them further. The pieces were her final resort should she need to defend herself in a close-quarters situation; the long blade of her sabre could only accomplish so much.
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Quietly, she roamed the immediate vicinity, assuring everything was safe before turning around and heading towards the organization area. The event had not quite arrived as members organized themselves, however, people were gradually venturing out in search of their treasure. Meanwhile, some lingered, creating teams before scurrying down the sidewalks and away from the main table. The wraith observed them through her red contact lenses. There were smiles on the faces of most attendants as they excitedly searched for the wonderful prizes that awaited them for collecting eggs.
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The event appeared to have a favourable turnout, obvious by the amount of exiting the general area. The huntress' pause concluded as she continued towards the front tables where easter baskets laid ready for use. Idly, her scabbard clacked against her side, her trusted cavalry sabre, Aderes. The sword's golden handguard jutted out from the end of Gwen's scabbard in preparation to be drawn and used to slay her enemies. Unfortunately for the sword, the black-haired woman was hopeful she would not be required to use it.
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Anywhere attacked by the Assembly would become the victim of death and destruction... The wraith's eyes fixated on the remaining baskets as she approached. It was a measly pile of multicoloured baskets, a majority already being handed out to the contestants. For a moment, Gwen's eyes drifted out at the few remaining people, quietly watching the situation laid beyond her. A tiny smile flashed on the TRS huntress's face. Everything appeared to be running smoothly, thus she merely needed to wait until she was required, but hopefully, any issues would involve a low-class pipsqueak causing some minor altercations.
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Radio static-filled Gwen's ears, smile fading as her hand reached down for the device, bringing it closer. The woman's eyes narrowed as her body tensed with worry. Quietly, the wraith resigned herself to a quieter location to listen to the report, although, some agents may have failed in those regards.
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"Attention all units! Attention all units! All hunters and scouts in their designated areas must be on the search for a black egg planted with the ones for the event! We will be sending back up shortly. According to the information we received that inside these eggs is a swarmer type darkness."
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Upon the word swarmer, Gwen's heart sank as her eyes widened at the communication device. THOSE MALICIOUS DASTARDS! There would be no resting for TRS officials, especially with a high-level terror being stowed away in black eggs...
[attr=class,notes] @asami & @rowan [break] LET'S DO THIS! Also, I hope this works! I wanted to leave it open like this so Gwen does not just run off unless it fits for you two. >.> One more person is free to join!
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The unexpected reaction from Izabella over evacuating the area should she leave left Gwen’s heart fluttering wildly. Tightly, the demon maintained closeness between herself and the attractive blonde. Acceptance was rare after Gwen entered the criminal world, thus she found herself clinging to the mysterious woman. Years passed since the dark-haired woman felt safe around someone and have a companion willing to spend plenty of time with her. Pleasantries were found in the notion of finally having somebody to keep her company; being a bandit created solitude.
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An understanding was reached when Izabella mentioned she understood luxuries were impossible to provide in the criminal lifestyle. There were instances where Gwen was forced to abandon camp and move on without any viable methods of travel. She lacked horses, wings, super speed or anything which could be accomplished in a mere second. All the woman could do was scatter teleportation hex circles throughout the country to avoid possibly meeting the executioner's axe. Otherwise, death would be an inevitable consequence of her actions.
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The whispered words about avoiding being a burden and learning self-defence were answered with a small nod. Self-defence skills were necessary for survival purposes when somebody constantly lived on the run. Wilderness survival training would be another lesson Gwen knew she would be required to teach; it was the only way to assure this young woman could survive the harsh conditions.
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Evidently, the ravishing blonde was completely unaware of Gwen's criminal affiliation and most wanted status throughout France, as she expected. Everything was explained in those few words, Izabella knew nothing about the horrible string of activities which occurred throughout her years. There was nothing that the demon could do to keep the blonde in her camp and after revealing the truth, Gwen genuinely thought she would leave. A life of running was something few good-natured people truly desired, thus the woman walked to a rope tied around a stake.
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Carefully, her fingers untied the knot, slowly lowering a basket filled with mostly bread. Once the basket landed onto the ground, she approached and opened the top. Hastily, she reached in and plucked a half loaf, placing it into his bag. The rope was grabbed with her calloused hands, pulling the rope until the basket was suspended into the air. The rope was tied tight around the stake. Slowly, she entered the grass, turning back once to observe what Izabella would accomplish. She desired an approximate if the woman decided to leave, however, the distance was closed.
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An eyebrow raised in surprise when the distance was decreased between them. Abruptly, arms reached out, wrapping around her and resulted in Gwen's eyes going wide. Whispered words escaped Izabella's lips, the bandit's astonishment obvious by a mere glance when she stated she did not care about her criminal affiliation. A soft frown breached the dark-haired woman's countenance because of those words. There were subtle movements when Izabella attempted to pull away, however, Gwen wrapped her arms around the gorgeous woman.
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"... I won't be able to offer you everything," she murmured. "It won't be fancy... or safe."
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The criminal lifestyle possessed no lavish and Gwen was thoroughly aware of the hardships which would arrive with it. Trapping Izabella in the dangerous world of crime was something the dark-haired woman wished to avoid for her sake.
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