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!
A lone figure sits in the back of the café in a booth as far away from the windows as she can. The waitress stands in front of her with her notepad open and the figure seems to be looking at the rather simple, but elegant menu. "I'll have a cup of coffee and your BLT sandwich and fries." she says quietly as the waitress scribbles down the order. The girl reaches into a rather heavy looking backpack and pulls out a laptop. "Can I trouble you for the Wifi?" She asks, looking up at the woman who is scribbling down something on a piece of paper. The paper is torn and the waitress hands it to the girl, turning away to go back to the kitchen. "Thanks," Blazewing says to her and the waitress waves a hand at her in acknowledgement.
Opening her laptop, Blaze puts in her password and lets out a sigh. It's been a long trek and she's glad to be out of her car for the moment. Looking at her, one would see a heavy leather jacket on the seat beside her, and a spiked collar around her throat. She's wearing fairly baggy blue jeans and a light blue t-shirt. On the tshirt there's writing which reads I make horrible science puns, but only periodically. Her skin seems fairly pale in colour, almost as if she doesn't get enough sunlight, but her blood red eyes are a stark contrast to that. As the computer starts up, she puts in the wifi password and opens her browser, typing in an address that her hands had pretty much memorized.
The bell of the cafe chimed as a beautiful, raven-haired woman entered. Her eyes scanned the space before settling on a small table that had just opened up. She had on her white frock coat, black leggings, and large black boot with at least a dozen buckles. To finish the look, she was wearing a white sunhat and dark-rimmed sunglasses. It was the usual look that often let others know just how wealthy she was.
Approaching the table, she dropped her brand named bag on the seat next to her and leaned against the chair she now occupied. As the waitress who had just helped Blazewing approached, a smile was offered. "Hello, darling. A regular black coffee would do me fine." The waitress nodded, not bothering to scratch the simple order down, and went to fetch what was desired.
It was then that the vampire, Valentine, sniffed the air, bringing in a breath so large it filled her lungs to its capacity. Every scent of all the different types of people in the cafe hit her, allowing her to differentiate the species she surrounded herself with. The only one she cared to focus on was the vampire sitting very close to her. There was an angel here somewhere as well, but not any that she would ever care to talk to. Most angels were just awful to her.
Valentine turned her head over to look at Blazewing, watching the woman type away at her laptop. "Well don't you look like you're full of stories..." Her naturally flirtatious voice flitted towards the fellow vampire. She laid her curious, gold gaze on Blazewing, watching closely for any reaction that would determine what kind of interaction this would be.
Blazewing looks up from her laptop after typing a few things in and frowning at the screen. She'd forgot just how much that bright light actually hurts her eyes and she turns down the brightness level. Damn. Another day with no work. Ugh. This keeps up and I'm going to have to find a new line of work soon. As the door chimes, her eyes dart towards the entrance and she watches the woman sit down and place her order with the waitress who'd just served her. The scent of a vampire fills her nostrils and she looks fairly surprised. So I'm not the only vampire in town. Fascinating. Who would have thought that in this small city, there'd be another one of us. It's the middle of nowhere, after all. The thoughts are fleeting as they pass through Blazewing's mind, but she doesn't stop them from coming.
She watches surreptitiously as the other vampire sniffs the air, taking in her own scent. There's no point in trying to hide it, she doesn't know if she'll be sticking around these parts long and besides: if the need comes, Blaze knows how to take care of herself.
She doesn't set stock by how much money one has. Anyone can have money. That doesn't necessarily make you a person worthy of attention. The flashy clothes, the brand name bag, they don't really mean much to her at the moment. She watches as the bag is placed in the seat beside the other vampire and raises an eyebrow as the simple coffee order is placed.
Upon being spoken to, she stares for just a moment. A million responses float through her mind before she answers. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. It depends on who's asking." she replies, her voice definitely having a defensive edge to it. She's in strange territory. She's among unfamiliar people, and she's learned to be on her guard over the years. She's doesn't usually socialize with people, and Blaze keeps mostly to herself until the next adventure comes her way. This is a defense that she's developed because of the way people tend to react to her when they get close to her. There were people throughout the years who had proven themselves to her, and she'd actually come to like a few of them, but people as a whole tend to be frightened by her very existence. She's not being overly rude, but more along the lines of being on cautious and guarded with someone she didn't know from "Joe Blow" walking down the street.. One never knows who they are talking to these days, and these days are definitely ones that one should learn to be careful in. You never know who you're talking to, so it's probably better to err on the side of caution. You avoid getting burned this way.
[attr="class","clmtBody"] Cary sat within the shop. Technically she was supposed to still be on duty, and normal duty at that, but her relief had been a half hour early and it was not often she had extra time to get some real food during lunch. Besides, if something was seen, she could still get a vantage point within a few minutes. [break][break] The radio by her hip chattered away as the white eyed, white haired girl ate the burger. While she wore civilian clothes, a simple yellow shirt and some loose jeans, her TRS badge hung at her hip, opposite her radio, though it was largely covered by her shirt. The radio was plugged into her earphones [break][break] Most of the chatter was nothing, confirmations that scouts hadn't been killed randomly. Though, one did catch her ear, and she instantly put down her sandwich. [break][break] Breaker oh-nine, ten-thirty-three. [break][break] Cary almost dropped the burger as she hurriedly wiped her hands and swapped the radio's channel. [break][break] A pause. Eye in the sky. Confirm five-by-five. [break][break] Cary stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the table in the process. "Lane Street. five-by-five," she said into the radio. A handful of other confirmations were heard. [break][break] Crawler report, Northwest, klick plus, confirmation requested. [break][break] Cary looked to the window. She had sight down Dawson from here. If someone happened to be paying close attention to her eyes, they would notice the pupils quite literally rotating and distorting themselves. Even the overall shape of the eye changed, although only marginally so. "Lane Street. Confirming medium crawler, one point five klicks cardinal 47." [break][break] 10-4, hunters inbound. [break][break] "Lane Street. Requesting permission for ranged neutralization." [break][break] There was silence for a period. Cary took this change to step outside the shop, passing someone entering. Said someone was Valentine, who was just walking in, though Cary paid no heed to the person at this moment. [break][break] A pause of a few minutes with no response. Cary stood outside, waiting. Permission granted. Hunters inbound. Expect revoke. [break][break] "Lane Street. 10-4." Cary put the radio back by her side and hopped onto the roof of a car. Who's car? She was not entirely sure (would it not be funny to be Blazewing's car?). But she was light enough to not really damage it. She laid down on the roof in what was frankly a rather odd position. Well, it would be considered odd until the gun materialized in her hand. Even those uninitiated could easily tell it was meant for long range. What was odd about it, however, was that it glowed an almost saintly glow. It was dull, but there. "Lane Street. Requesting local spot." [break][break] A new voice came over the radio. Wind 5 klicks cardinal 7. Crawler 7 klicks cardinal 23. [break][break] Cary had materialized the gun silenced. Even then, it was still easily heard, this was not a video game. "TRS ACTIVITY, COVER YOUR EARS!" she yelled out as she aimed the gun, having swapped her earphones to silence the radio. One slight movement, and the sound rung out. [break][break] Cary relaxed, playing with an earphone to reconnect with the radio. "Lane Street. Crawler appears downed." [break][break] 10-4. Hunters inbound for confirmation. [break][break] A new voice. Several, in fact. Crawler confirmed down. [break][break] Close inspection required for kill confirmation. Cease chatter. [break][break] "Lane Street ten-seven." A lack of response confirmed that she could. [break][break] Stepping back into the restaurant, she would resume her meal as if nothing had happened. The gun had dematerialized after she got down from the car, leaving little evidence of the event, besides a few shoe smudges.
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Blazewing looks up as the waitress brings her food out to her and nods, handing the woman a 20. "Keep the change. It's not much, but it's all I've got at the moment." She says with a smile on her face. She's interrupted a moment later as someone already in the café runs out the door. She watches out the windows for a moment as the individual lays on top of her car and a huge gun seemingly appears out of nowhere.
Blaze fumes. She doesn't know this person. How dare they. A growl rises in the back of her throat as she pushes herself up on the table. If looks could kill, the glass through which she was staring would be dead as a doorknob. She hears the individual on top of her car shout, but before she can cover her ears, a loud bang issues from the gun. She winces as the bang assaults her ears and grimaces. I'd forgotten what that sounds like. It's been so long. She thinks to herself.
Blazewing stands cemented right where she is, forgetting, for the moment at least, that she's got food in front of her. The individual hops back off her car and wanders inside. They sit back down at the table and continue to eat as if nothing happened. Meanwhile, two bloodred eyes follow this individual's every action. They track and take note of every muscle twitch, every movement, every hair that rustles on said individual's arm. For the moment, she seems to have forgotten that there's another vampire in the room as her instincts kick in.
[attr="class","clmtBody"] Cary was taking another bite into her burger when she looked up and into a pair of bright red eyes that screamed at her. She wasn't quite sure what they were saying, but "death" was a possibility. She just sort of kept chewing her food, staring the red eyed woman down. Well, not really staring her down. Cary did not break eye contact, yes, but there was no aggression in her face. More like, confusion. Confusion as she chewed the burger bite, and then swallowed, and then wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
"Um, Hi here," she said, giving a meek little wave at the woman. "Is something the mat- OH! That's you're car, isn't it?"
Cary stood up, reaching into her pocket. "Sorry about that, it was the tallest vantage point I could get quickly." She pulled out her wallet, and started rummaging through it. She also began walking towards the woman staring daggers at her. "Shouldn't be any damage, but probably some smudges. Here's some cash for a wash," Cary would say, grabbing out a twenty. She'd hold it out towards the woman, hoping this would pacify the situation. Red eyes never means anything good.
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Blaze’s eyes continue to watch the woman as she eats. God. Humans never really think of anything but them-. Her thoughts are interrupted as the woman turns her head to look back. She continues to eat, but she doesn’t seem to break eye contact with the vampire. Well, that’s good. You know how to face a predator. There might be hope for you after all.
Blaze waves away to offered money as recompense for the smudges on her car. “Don’t bother. It’s got more than a few smudges on it. I can’t really afford to get the dings worked out of it. I can barely keep it on the road as it is.” Slowly, she sits back down in her seat. All these years, and she STILL gets defensive about her possessions. She’s going to have to watch that. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I’m just on edge these days.” Quickly, she closes the laptop, shoves it in her bag and clears off a spot on the other side of the table. “Feel like having a dining partner? Least I can do for staring at you like that.” Her demeanour, having relaxed a fair bit, definitely seems a little more reasonable. SHe's not as predatory looking, and her eyebrow seems to raise questioningly.
[attr="class","clmtBody"] Cary kind of shrugged when the woman turned down the money, and put it away. [break][break] "Nah ya didn't scare me. On edge, maybe. Plenty of scary things in my job, I'm used to it." Cary's eyebrow raised as the person began clearing away items and lowered when she began talking again. [break][break] With another shrug, though a noticeably different one, Cary responded "Sure". She walked back to her table, threw the bag over her shoulder, and walked to Blaze's table, carrying a plate and a glass. A little over half a burger and some fries and ketchup decorated the plate, while tomato juice mixed with pepper filled the glass. A large water bottle stuck out from the messenger bag, though it was still sealed. It was one of those bottles that looks like some designer brand but is really off-brand tap water. [break][break] Sitting down at the table, Cary scooted in. "The name's Cary, by the way. Cary Lane." While all this was going on, Cary made no specific effort to watch Blaze, but her head did tend towards keeping the woman in the periphary vision. "Or Lane Street, if you want tacky nick names."
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Blaze watches carefully as the other woman grabs her items and brings them back to the table, listening as she talks. She studies the woman as she introduces herself and then makes her own introduction. “I’m Blaze. It’s short for Blazewing. Haven’t really been around long, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be leaving any time soon. I need to find some work to fill up my gas tank.”
She sniffs the air for a moment, and her blood red eyes close. The scents of the diner invade her nose and she starts to separate them out, one by one. “You’re human through and through, then with a hint of a rather exotic splice I can’t quite place. Magic?” She inquires curiously.
Looking at Blaze, you’d be able to see rather pale skin framing blood red eyes. Her lips look like they’re a bit pale, but in her mouth resides two sharp fangs that can be seen when she talks. When she’s not talking, they hide behind her upper lip. They look like they are designed for ripping and tearing. This point is fairly well proven as she rips off a hunk of her burger and chews it slowly and thoughtfully.
[attr="class","clmtBody"] "Well welcome to town," Cary said. "And good luck with the job thing, it's weird right now. I've got my PRT job so I'm pretty well off." She took a bite of the burger as Blaze started sniffing the air. Cary raises one eyebrow and then listens. [break][break] "Angel, mom's side," she said nonchalantly, in response to the question, still eating the burger. "So I'm guessing you're not human? Or a special one. Not many can smell species." [break][break] Red eyes. Super scent. Blazewing took a bite of her own burger. Killer canines. Could be one of the morphers, in a partial transformation, or an altered human state. Maybe a disguiser, in which case this could go very wrong. Or a vampire, which means this could go very wrong in a very different way. [break][break] Or she's a nice person regardless of what she is. Or she's delaying revenge for the car. Cary's eyes flitted briefly towards the windows, out to the car that had been an impromptu rifle mount. [break][break] Cary took a drink of tomato juice and wiped her upper lip with the back of her arm, looking back at Blaze.
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The vampire nods as she’s welcomed. “Heh. Yeah, thanks. Not much in the way of deliveries at the moment, but one can only hope. Keep me in mind if you need something taken somewhere. I don’t generally ask questions about what’s in the package so long as it doesn’t try to kill me, and I’m fairly discrete with my clients.” She says with a giggle. A smile slowly breaks out on her otherwise stony-looking face. “Wow. I really have to find a better way of saying that. It sounds really bad that way….” She trails off as the other girl picks up again. “Yeah, haven’t really been human for a while. Kinda forget what it feels like, to be honest.”
Blaze reached down to her side and grabs a flask. She pops the top and quickly takes a swig. Her fangs retract back into her upper jaw and she smiles a perfectly normal smile. Her eyes follow Cary as her eyes dart out the window and towards the car. “Sorry about being defensive. That car’s been my home for a few years now. We’ve gone down many roads together. I’m a little more protective of her than I probably should be. Selene’s treated me well. I promise I won’t eat you for using it as a rifle mount.” She said, half joking.
As Cary looks at her, she looks back, her blood red eyes staring into what might be her very soul for a moment. It would be enough of a stare to give a normal mortal chills.
[attr="class","clmtBody"] Cary listened to the... what amounted to a sales pitch really. An illicit sales pitch? She was certainly... bold, especially offering services to someone that already said they worked for the PRT. [break][break] Or stupid. Bold or stupid. Or both. [break][break] "Yeah, that certainly does sound... odd." Cary mentally noted to have this girl vetted at some point. "So, on the other subject: you've not been human for awhile? I'm assuming you're a vamp then? Not really interacted much with vampires. Just old horror stories and sensitivity training. AKA: speeches about how Dracula was the exception not the rule." Cary shot her own smile at the girl, closed lipped of course. Who wanted to see the burger bits stuck in her teeth? [break][break] "And sensitivity training is 90% bullshit 70% of the time so what WOULDN'T you be horrendously offended if I asked about?"
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Blaze doesn’t really know much about this town or how things work around here. He’s not really been here long, so she doesn’t know the score or the ropes. All she’s trying to do is make connections and form netowrks, trying to kickstart her business again and possibly see about earning herself an income.
“Yeah, actually. Been one since around World War Two in France. It’s been…weird. Had to keep to myself throughout the decades, but it’s been an interesting existance.” She flashed her own smile back at Cary, showing a buit of fang. “Don’t worry. I try not to bite unless I’m asked or unless I’m desperate for blood. It leaves a bad taste in most people’s mouth and it’s a really good way to get lynched.” She giggles a bit at her own pun.
“Yeah sensitivity training definitely is bullshit. Ask anything you want, really. If you get too personal, I’ll letcha know.”
[attr="class","clmtBody"] Cary leaned back for a moment, deciding what to ask. [break][break] "Alright so, before I get to some stuff, I have a kind-of work related one. So there's this guy, Logan Bing. He was sentenced as a human, and showed no extraordinary abilities. A few years into his detention he freaks out on the warden, basically crushes her skull against the wall in a very 'not super strength' way. So he is shot at. Over and over. Something like forty shots in all, at least three through the heart. So obviously extraordinary. That wasn't the weirdest thing though. He, like, absorbed blood to regenerate. So one of the thoughts was he got a vampire to transform him, but that's beyond what most vampires can survive, right? And he wasn't DRINKING the blood, he was just absorbing it. Like, through his hands and wherever else he touched it. So they went out and got some people to check his race and it was still human. So I guess my question is, can someone be partially a vampire?" [break][break] Cary had an idea of where this could go, maybe. Or maybe not. She would see.
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