Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
The concept of leaving Zachary alone in the hospital bed made Desmond's heartache, especially after his crush's confession. Quietly, the ginger stood beside the bed, his breath shaky as his thoughts revolved around the concept of laying beside his beautiful, dark-haired crush. There was a trail of tears rolling down the angel's cheeks, the scout finding it difficult to contain his concerns for Zachary's well-being. He could easily imagine the horrible emotional state his crush would have been left in after the frightening encounter with that Assembly woman and the terror. The nephilim remained nervous, but his immense care about Zachary kept Desmond beside the angel's bed; he needed to accomplish this for his crush's sake. There were hints of love in the ginger's green eyes as he stared down at his magnificent crush, knowing protecting him and keeping him healthy was a necessity.
There was a mild joy when Zachary laid on his back, the thanks that escaped his crush's mouth resulting in Desmond blushing immensely, his heart palpitating. A deep breath was taken, held, then slowly released in hopes of calming himself. The mud-ridden boots of his TRS uniform here kicked off. Slowly, Desmond sat on the side of the bed, looking at the attractive angel. The phantom pain subsided, which was something that the ginger was grateful for; he hated Zachary being in pain. When his eyes returned to his TRS uniform, Desmond flinched as he noticed the mixture of mud and dried blood on his uniform.
"A-are you sure th-this is alright? I'm filthy," he mumbled nervously.
The ginger's gaze returned to Zachary as he fretted over being unable to fulfill his wish on account of hygiene, although, Desmond hoped the angel would continue laying on his back. Healing from cursed wounds was always a difficult process, and the scout desired for the doctor to heed the words of his fellow medical professionals.
Zachary could hear Desmond kicking his boots off before sitting on the side of the bed. "Oh Desmond...." He slowly reached out to touch his arm. "Please.... lay next to me." To him, Desmond wasn't dirty with mud and blood though it was the least of his problems. He wanted Desmond to lay next to him, he wasn't willing to give up the request just because of some mud. The only thing he wanted right now was having Desmond next to him so that he wouldn't feel alone anymore. His crush would blush and it seemed like he cared for him too, but laying next to him, he felt like he would get his answer on if his crush had feelings for him as well. "Please..." He pleaded once more, hoping that Desmond wouldn't worry about the mud and dry blood on his uniform. He would blink, staring at Desmond with pleading eyes. He wanted to snuggle his crush, it was a selfish plea but he couldn't hold back anymore. Though he had agreed to lay on his back, he found himself wanting to stare at Desmond much better and that meant turning back onto his side if his crush planned to back away from agreeing to laying next to him.
There was a gentleness as Desmond felt Zachary's hand wrap around his arm, although, he still tensed when touched. Red painted itself thickly across the ginger's face, his heart rate elevated as his crush continued pleading for him to rest beside him. The thumping of his heart echoed to the nephilim's ears, falsely creating the impression that the attractive angel could possibly hear it. Nervousness ran rampant through Desmond's mind, his eyes fixating onto the floor as he attempted to take a few calming breaths. Slowly, he grabbed the frigid cold zipper of his TRS jacket, pulling it down to remove the filthy coat and hoping Zachary would release his arm momentarily to allow the actions. The ginger's movements were slow, each marked with anxiety towards the current situation. After being thrown away similar to garbage by his ex-boyfriend, close proximity was difficult to maintain.
"I... I will," he murmured nervously, his tone a higher pitch than normal.
Once the jacket was removed, the ginger attempted to drop it onto the tiled floor of the hospital room. Gradually, his gaze shifted to glance towards Zachary, his eyes lingering as the blush increasing. Those feelings he harboured arrived in Desmond's mind, his breath becoming somewhat shaky when he imagined laying next to this incredible man. Those pleading eyes accompanied by the suitable words resulted in the nephilim's heart fluttering wildly as he attempted to take some long, extensive breaths to sooth his anxious nerves. The scout shifting, his back slowly easing onto the comfortable, white mattress while his feet were brought to rest on the bed. The plush mattress and sheets engulfed him, attempting to relax the tensity the unfortunate man felt. While he rested his head onto the soft pillows, his eyes glanced sideways to see the adorable profile of his sweet crush.
Being beside his crush resulted in Desmond's heart racing, reaching serenity being a difficulty. Soothing breaths continued, Desmond finding himself unable to inch closer to Zachary to attempt and provide comfort for his wounded crush. A pang of guilt entered the nephilim's heart as he wished he could manage to muster the courage to rest closer. These moments always in Desmond believing he deserved better considering his benevolence; the man was absolutely perfect.
Within the eerie silence of the hospital, Preston sat quietly beside his mother, the young adolescent's hand enveloped in the feeble grasp of his withered mother. The sickly woman was attempting to keep a tight grip on her son's hand, although, it could be easily escaped by the youth should he desire. There was a frightful silence as nurses and doctors frantically worked towards keeping the hospital safe and attending to the scared parents. The blond stared around his mother's room, his mind continuing to fret over Zachary who he last witness injured. Currently, no news arrived about the condition of his foster father, resulting in an intense worry generating in Preston's stomach. A soft squeeze from his mother resulted in the young teen shifting his gaze towards her. Slowly, his mother released his hands, caressing the young angel's face affectionately in an attempt to soothe him.
Shortly, a nurse entered the room with a sombre face, her delicate voice explaining the situation with his foster father. The blond's eyes widened, the concept of Zachary being more injured than expected terrifying him. Immediately, his gaze returned to his mother, a pleading appearance to his amber eyes. There were a few silent moments before his mother nodded, the conversation passing through their eyes. Promptly, Preston jumped to his feet and scurried to follow the nurse down the plain hallways of the hospital. Gradually, they arrived in that room, the nurse slowly opening the door and gasping at the surprise inside. The adolescent was hasty to run inside, pausing when he noticed Zachary snuggled up next to a stranger with ginger hair. Despite the horrifying situation of the hospital, Preston released a gasp in surprise before grinning slightly. HE HAD TO TELL MOM AND ALICE!
"ZAC HAS A BOYFRIEND!" He rejoiced before scurrying out of the room, attempting to use the happy news to bring smiles during these dark times.
Before Zachary would explain the situation, Preston turned heel and hurried down the hallway, planning to return to his mother's room with the gossip.
Zachary held onto Desmond's arm until he noticed his crush removing his jacket, he would let go and lay his hand against the bed as he waited for Desmond. He felt relieved when Desmond mentioned how he will, hearing those words gave him comfort. When Desmond looked towards him, he found himself blushing when he got a good few of Desmond's rosy cheeks. When Desmond laid down, he kept looking towards him a small smile plastered on his lips. "Thank you." He wouldn't rush having Desmond inch closer, but he moved his hand closer towards Desmond, touching his arm with the tip of his fingers. The moment was short lived when he heard the door open. At first he was confused on who was at the door, until he noticed the blond hair just to realize it was Preston.
His cheeks went pink when Preston announced to the world he had a boy friend. Not that he had any objections but Preston needed to know that he hadn't asked Desmond just yet. Before he had a chance to call out to Preston, his foster son had bolted out of the room, he was able to hear his footsteps as he ran down the hall, likely going back to his mother. I am not correcting him. He thought to himself, taking a breath. "The only one I want to be with, is you." He whispered to Desmond, looking towards his crush. He felt so tired from earlier, slowly his eyes drifted closed as he fell asleep.
Anxieties enveloped Desmond, his body remaining rather tense as he laid next to Zachary. Calming himself felt impossible, his nervous thoughts taken over while he continued to lay in bed beside his attractive crush. The thank-you resulted in the ginger's cheeks turning a bright red as he sheepishly smiled towards the angel, trying desperately not to worry the man he cared immensely about. There were few things that resulted in the nephilim being nervous, but Zachary became one of them when he began crushing on the incredible angel. Despite his cynical nature towards others, especially angels, the ginger found himself falling head over heels in love with the ravenette. From their first interaction, the doctor's benevolence became obvious, leaving their marks on his broken heart; he supposed at some point, his heart began mending from what happened between himself and Leon.
The soft fingertips that grazed his arms elevated Desmond's heart rate, shortly forcing himself to resort to extensive breaths to try and achieve calmness. He wished he could provide better for Zachary, like being capable to hold the angel's hand through these horrible times, although, his fears made it impossible. While he could tolerate tugs on the arm for safety or various other small things, hugs or other intimate interactions always bother him. Their moment of silence was shortly interrupted when a blonde youth entered the room, Desmond noticing him quickly. The exclamation before he scurried out the door elevated the nephilim's heartbeat further, blood rushing to his cheeks as he fought the urge to leap out of bed immediately. Minutes passed, Desmond desperately attempting to calm himself while his crush began dozing. The words that left the dark-haired man's lips resulted in another spike in heart rate as he glanced towards Zachary with red cheeks.
If only he could pour his heart out to this amazing angel, but instead, he resigned himself to silence as he attempted to soothe himself.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
