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!
gimme a reason to smile when i'm six feet underground
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It was a rather uneventful day for Leon. A soft sprinkle outside of his office made all of his usual customers stray away, and through the whole 14 hours he stayed at the little office he called work, he only received a single customer. Said customer was a newby with a few scrapes from what he guessed was some sort of robbery, and it was actually rather lame in Leon's eyes. Wasting away his talents on a little scrape...how pathetic of him. Truly, the recent days had consisted of nothing that caught Leon's belittling attention. It was just a cycle of wake-up, eat, work, walk, sleep. All the twenty-four year old could do was hope that some sort of interesting thing popped up in his dull life.
Taking a final glance around his sketchy shop, Leon made his way to the door. Pushing it open, he flicked a switch that made "closed" appear in neon lights on the window on his way out. Quickly, Leon pulled up the hood of his jacket, said jacket being a combination of a normal sweatshirt and a no-sleeved jean jacket. A soft sprinkle was still dropping down from the sky, and as Leon began to make his way through the outskirts, it seemed to worsen ever so slightly. Maybe it didn't help that a deep dread squeezed at the man's gut as he walked forward. Maybe his glowing green gaze behind his glasses definitely didn't help the situation. Either way, the doctor could not bring himself to care about his surroundings.
All he truly cared about was making his way home, and to continue that stupidly dull cycle.
With a sigh, Leon dropped his head down and came to a stop. Reaching his hand upwards, he simply slapped his forehead as a strike of lightning flashed nearby. "Why can't I get out of this god forsaken slump." The man muttered to himself angrily, his eyes squeezing shut as the feeling in his gut got worse. It was as if some other beast had cursed him to always be miserable.
With a growl rumbling in Leon's throat, he ran his hand through his gelled hair, resulting in it returning to it's usually messy state, before he began to move again. This time, his stride held something else. The anger, the sadness, the anxiety...it was all being expressed through every stomp, and Leon could only hope that no one saw him in such a shitty state.
Of course, the moment the thought appeared in his mind, the brunette turned a corner (on the street of his home, of all things) and rammed into another person. And, as Leon raised his head to mutterly a quick apology, that dread went from 1 to 100. A spark of recognition ran through him, making his skin crawl as he could only stare at the man before him.
Even during drearier weather, Desmond still found himself captured by the bindings of work to scout the vast city of Lorsette. The Assembly would not hesitate to forcefully spread their beliefs because of a gradually approaching rain. Thus, the ginger tugged on his TRS jacket, the dark colours alongside the blue making his occupation obvious to anybody who witnessed him. He was given the responsibility of scouting the outskirts, a vast location renown for both Assembly and criminal activity. Constantly, it became a concern to the TRS considering the high concentration of illegal activity. Thus, Desmond soared above the buildings, his grey wings stretching from his back and occasionally flapping to keep himself above. There was a dampness to the air, the chill only being warded by the temperature regulation bracelet around his wrist.
The light drizzling was oddly calming, Desmond listening to the soft founds of small drops colliding with his wings and jacket. As time progressed, the rain began falling harder in larger drops while dark clouds gathered thick in the skies above. There was a grimace that settled onto the ginger's face while his hair and uniform began getting soaked from the rain. For a moment, he paused, hovering in the sky while his eyes scanned the horizon. There was thin streak of light shooting through the dark clouds for a mere few seconds, the jagged line displaying a truth that caused an annoyed grumble to leave Desmond's mouth. A thunderstorm was arriving, which became obvious as the loud boom proceeded shortly after he witnessed the light. Flying in the midst of a storm was a horrible idea since he risked electrocution or the harsh pelting of possible hail.
With the thought in mind, Desmond leaned back, ceasing the flapping of his wings to dive towards the ground. Air rushed passed him, the rain moving in seemingly slow motion while he fell alongside it. When his body drew closer towards the earth, his wings stretched out, the scout pulling up a few meters before the ground to gently land on sidewalk. A quick survey of his surroundings were taken, Desmond easily noticed the lack of people in the area; they likely retreated inside because of the stormy weather. A gentle sigh escaped the ginger's lips while his wings pressed up against his back, ready for the possible of required usage. Slowly, he continued down the sidewalk, his eyes wandering around the outskirts while he searched for other individuals occupying the outskirts. Movement was lacking, the only exception being the occasion car that drove down the streets, some splashing water onto the monotone sidewalk.
The scout remained close to the buildings in an attempt to avoid being sprayed while he walked down the street. A corner approached, Desmond planning to round only to bump into another individual; likely somebody attempting to escape the rain. In reaction, the scout backpedaled a few small steps, his eyes glancing towards the other person. Immediately, the ginger stiffened, eyes narrowing into a glare as he recognized the familiar face. The brown hair, green eyes and facial construct of his ex-boyfriend who generated all those special emotions only to smash them. Those hurt feelings remained in his heart, surging emotions of distress from merely witnessing the man.
"OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE TO BUMP INTO, WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU?!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms and looking away. "BY THE WAY, IF YOU CAN'T TELL, I AM STILL NOT HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU DID!"
Rapidly the agitated emotions arrived, Desmond still possessing the sorrow and anger that occurred when the relationship had ended. In the ginger's eyes, Leon was merely a manipulator who had decided to torment him, leading him on with those displays of affection. An annoyed groan escaped his mouth, the scout attempting to walk past the brunette without uttering an apology.
gimme a reason to smile when i'm six feet underground
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Leon's day was already going shitty, to put it bluntly. From his boring day at work, to the thoughts that began tainting his mind that made him want to scream and collapse right then, he didn't think it could get any worse. What else could life shove at him that could make him feel worse! In the moment before he turned the corner, the soaked brunette could not think of a single thing that could make the storm in his mind and of his surroundings worse. That was until he felt a body bump into his when he turned that simply fucking corner on his street.
There he was. The man that, when he thought of, made guilt and pain punch him in the gut, heart, and brain, over and over again. His biggest regret and biggest mistake, standing right in front of him. Even when the ginger began screaming at him, Leon was too numb and shocked to hear what he was saying. The nephilim kept hoping that his eyes were simply playing tricks on him, or that this was just one nightmare that he could wake up from. But when the all to real tears began welling up in his eyes, and the storm got even worse, he knew that this wasn't something he could wake up or run away from.
"...fuck." Was all Leon could manage to get out. Even that single syllable seemed to burn his tongue and make his throat constrict. It was nothing more than a whisper as the rain splashed down on top of the brunette, pelting him again and again and making all those mistakes he made come back to stab him in the back. All the mistakes he had been trying to move past.
It was only when Desmond was trying to walk past him did the brunette snap out of the trance he was in.
"Wait...wait! No, Des, let me...let me at least...apologize." The last word cracked as he felt his entire body constrict against himself. Leon couldn't move as he stared at the ginger in front of him. All he could do was hope to God that he would at least hear him out; he needed to atone! Leon didn't believe in any specific God, but he was determined to atone for all the stupid shit he had done in the past.
He finally getting his fucked up moral compass on track.
There was a 180° difference in Desmond's emotion the instant he saw his ex-boyfriend. The day had began rather positive, the storm doing little to dampen his mood, but immediately the emotions shifted into upset and angry. There were reminders in seeing Leon's face, providing memories of the sweet times alongside the crushing breakup. The breakup remained a sensitive topic, the ginger feeling used and thrown away like trash from the person he adored and cherished. An unsettling feeling entered Desmond's stomach due to his uneasiness around his ex. Bitterness held the scout, the tears that welled in Leon's eyes doing nothing to lessen the intense emotions that Desmond held for the man. The uttering of a single word made ginger's eyes narrow; was that all he could say?!
"IS THAT SERIOUSLY ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME?!" Desmond yelled.
An annoyed huff left his lips when he turned the corner, determined to continue down the sidewalk. Everything felt oddly detached, Desmond no longer noticing the icy needles of raining touching his grey wings and crawling down his face. The cold no longer bothered him as he attempted to escape, mind rattled from being within vicinity of Leon. When his ex called towards him, Desmond's steps hesitated slightly, his body gaining a slight tremble. There was anger and growing concerns that this man would throw him away again. The feelings of care he held for Leon were gone, Desmond only viewing him as a jerk with a pretty face. Only Zachary held those emotions of romantic affection for Desmond nowadays, resulting in a nervousness that surfaced when the attractive angel was present. After a few moments, the scout turned back towards his ex with fury obvious on his expression as he glared at him.
"APOLOGIZE?! YOU REALLY THINK THAT WILL DO ANYTHING AFTER IT HAS BEEN SO LONG?!" Desmond remarked bitterly. "YOU THREW ME AWAY! HOW DO YOU THINK I FELT WHEN YOU SUDDENLY BROKE UP WITH ME?! IT HURT LIKE HELL, LEON! THERE IS NO CHANCE THAT I AM FUCKING TRUSTING YOU AGAIN! SO DON'T BOTHER WITH YOUR DAMN APOLOGY!"
The ginger turned away, allowing the words to sit as he continued down his path. Admittedly, Desmond rarely swore, but the unhappy emotions from the events that transpired left him infuriated with his ex-boyfriend. It left his voice elevated to a loud yelling as the pain was uncovered; it was suppose to remain buried forever. The scout attempted to fixate on his job again, trying to focus on the planned route for his patrol. While he moved, his fists remained clenched, nails digging sharply into the palms and producing an acute pain that was ignored. The usually friendly or mischievous expression was replaced by anger, emotional pain flickering in his green eyes.
gimme a reason to smile when i'm six feet underground
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With all the screaming coming from the ginger in front of him, all Leon could do was flinch and try to hold back the tears filling his eyes. Was the God up there just out to fucking destroy him? To bring back all his past mistakes and regrets, and then rub them all in his face? Was this life just consisting of people rubbing it in that he makes mistakes all the fucking time? Truly, the nephilim had no idea what to do, or say, or even think. It was like he was shutting down in that moment. Actually, it was the most reminiscent of a computer being so overwhelmed with information that it overheats, and ultimately, crashes.
Yes. That was the best metaphor to what he was feeling right then.
And with each word shouted at him, Leon felt all that misery build up. It gripped his stomach, his chest, and reached all the way through his throat to his jaw. The only thing that wasn't affected by that terrible feeling was his mouth, which was stuck open from just, shock. Pure, and devastating, shock.Even the storm around the brunette was pounding down more than ever, beating across his face with icy droplets and threatening his instability even more.
Finally, Leon was able to slip out of his fucked up trance, just to be meant with more screaming. This must be his punishment, right? For always running away? Even with all of this, the brunette was determined to make up for his sins. With a deep breath, the twenty-one year old took a hesitant step forward.
"LOOK OKAY! I KNOW! God, I KNOW! I know I fucked up, and I know I was the most fucked up person back then. How do you think I've been handling this? Regret has been punching me in the gut ever since then, since I was just stupid and young and SCARED of caring about you so much!" Tears began falling from his green gaze, becoming an unstopable stream as he choked back sobs. Leon never expected this to hurt this fucking much, among everything he'd already been through. With another deep, shaky breath, he continued.
"I know an apology won't do much for you, but it means everything to me. So, I am so fucking sorry for everything Desmond. I shouldn't have gotten involved in your life to begin with, I know." Once he finished his statement, the brunette flinched at the words he said. It was hard as hell for him to come to terms with it all, but he knew that was what was right. It's what they both needed, even if Desmond didn't actually listen to him.
There was a mixture of anger and sorrow pumping through Desmond's veins as he turned away from Leon. The extensive amount of time they spent together felt null after the heartbreaking breakup that occurred between them. Those numerous days where locked himself away in his room, tears sliding down his face because the first person he devoted himself decided he was not good enough; or at least that was Desmond's thoughts on the matter. The numerous negative emotions the nephilim was feeling was being reflected in the sky as the storm grew more vicious. Rain fell in thick, icy needles, soaking his clothing as the water overwhelmed the fabric. The wind increased, ripping through the outskirts and chilling anybody foolish enough to remain outside in the ill-favourable weather. As the upset emotions would build, the storm's strength would grow within the area.
Unfortunately, the nephilim remained locked in an emotional battle with his ex-boyfriend where neither party would escape without their share of emotional wounds. They were upset, both appearing unable to talk through the issues between them and shortly resorting to yelling because of a single reaction. While he would not admit it, Desmond had instigated the yelling contest between them by greeting Leon with an intense bitterness from suddenly opened mental wounds. It was obvious the situation was transpiring horribly as emotions ran high. When Leon began yelling back to him, Desmond turned with faint hints of misty tears in his green eyes. He wished he could continue ignoring the pains from the breakup, from those horrible memories.
"SCARED?! HOW DO YOU THINK I WAS FEELING?!" Desmond yelled back. "You were the first person I cared about that way and instead of talking with me about it, you broke up with me! YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH OR TOLD ME WHY! INSTEAD, YOU JUST LEFT ME ALL ALONE!"
The rain began falling harder as Desmond found himself growing more upset. He wanted to run away from this entire situation and hide somewhere until he returned to composure. Peculiarly, he desired Zachary's company, wanting to hear the calming words from the man who displayed a genuine care for him. There was a soothing essence in the angel's presence, and Desmond was craving it given the current situation. When the apology was provided, Desmond froze, uncertain on how exactly to respond or do. The tears were gradually rolling down his face, the ginger noticing the matching pair on Leon's face. Mere interaction appeared to be hurting them since memories of the horrible actions were shared between them. Wordlessly, Desmond turned away from his ex-boyfriend, rubbing his tearful eyes. The last individual he wanted to see him cry was Leon, especially after what happened.
Gradually, his breath grew shaky, the nephilim finding difficulty in calming down from the intensity. While he finally received an apology from the dreadful occurrences that transpired during the time they were dating, it changed nothing. They had already spent several minutes exposing themselves to the elements just to yell at each other. They both were driven to distressing points from mere interactions.
"... Feel any better?" He mumbled before continuing down the sidewalk.
There was a mild trembling to Desmond's movements while he continued to roughly wipe away any signs of crying from his face. His cheeks had taken a red, swelled appearance from the amount of crying he had accomplished. Out of all people he had to see today, why did it have to be Leon? Even if he needed to listen to the words, it only decreased his mood entirely. While he continued down the sidewalk in slow steps, his grey wings disappeared; they were not needed for the time being.
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