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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Naia had his arms crossed as he gazed upon this old battlefield, once full of depravity and hate. But now? It was just a meadow, an innocent meadow where flowers grew and swayed in the breeze. If there was the sign of a battle here, bar the few relics that were found occasionally, there was no sign of it. And besides, Naia could only scoff at the fact that such a battle had been here, it looked too peaceful now in his opinion. But then again, life had once again become boring, even with the Terror attack that had occurred not too long ago.
Uncrossing his arms, he began to walk through this bloodstained battlefield, with the lines of war crinkled into the deep crevasses of this land. He wasn't here for official business, not really. But he was interested in the history of this place and who knows? Maybe he could learn something from it. But all he saw was grass and flowers and a couple of stones here and there, nothing too serious to show that there had been a battle in the first place. He scoffed again as he kicked a rock, watching it roll off a little bit.
Keeping a sharp eye out for Terrors, he wandered this place in hopes of meeting some old soul that knew this battlefield and, perhaps, get information out of them. But as far as he knew, there was no one here, right? Turning his head occasionally, the wraith walked on to see what else there was to see here, a bored expression on his face. He should be back at headquarters, true, but he didn't want to go back. He just wanted to see what there was to see and leave it at that. "My my, I do hope there is at least some information around here," he murmured as he walked on, a frown now forming on his face. Gods above he was so bored.
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The warmth from the summer sun embraced those below, the breeze being the subtle relief to the immensely high temperature. Gradually, the time had progressed to noon when Clyde had escaped the wonderfully cool temperatures of his small home. Despite the heat, the lycanthrope wore a white dress shirt alongside a pair of darkly-coloured slacks. Carefully, his glasses remained stationed on the bridge of his nose, the thin frames holding the small, rectangular lenses. His hair maintained the usual styling, with a majority of the red locks being swept to the right side while his facial hair was well-groomed. There was a small bookbag against his hip that carried numerous books with information about plant life. There was a craving to traverse the wilderness around Lorsette, curiosity drawing him towards the plentiful wonders of the outdoors. The allure of plants, especially flowers, is what captured the large lycanthrope's attention for exploration.
This was one of the rare occasions where the redhead possessed a day off from the stressful occupation of the medical profession. The walk through Lorsette was slow, the muscular man smoothly weaving down the sidewalks that led towards the wilderness that surrounded the city. For a moment, he paused to admire the trees of the Calico Forest that reached towards the skies above. The gentle rustling of the branches above was soothing as the man entered, already finding his senses exploring the forest. The refreshing scents of nature, the relaxing rustle of life and the beauty of the colours and light playing across the numerous trees. There was a slowness to the man's steps as his green eyes explored the sublime appearance of nature on a beautifully warm afternoon. A smile stretched across his lips while he continued through the majesty of the Calico Forest during the summer months; he could only imagine the spectacle that autumn would create once it arrived.
There was a lack of concern when the lycanthrope ventured through the forest, his Assembly ties protecting him from the vicious terrors or horrible members. While Clyde could not personally agree with the group's motivation, his hatred of injury resulted in an impulsive joining of the Assembly. There were people who required help and the TRS had both their personal medical ward alongside the hospitals across the globe; somebody also needed to assist the weaker Assembly members. Thus, despite the sinister intentions, Clyde found himself becoming connected with the heinous individuals. Slowly, the trees began gradually thinning and the ground began growing rougher as the lycanthrope continued walking. The scene ahead of him shifted, displaying the rolling plans scarred with ruts and various other forms of unfavourable walking terrain, although, a smile remained on the man's face. Hidden amidst the waving grass were delicate, precious flowers, their faces poking up from the depth of green. Slowly, he entered the location, his mind recalling the eerie statements of battles fought here.
The place was once a battlefield, the ground soaked in blood while the harsh screams of soldiers entered the air. Calamity touched these fields as families were ripped apart and people were constantly lost. Millions had remembered this location as their final resting place as the fatal blow was struck upon them. The concept contrasted the peaceful meadow that extended across the terrain, displaying the newfound peace after the unpleasant battles. As Clyde entered the field, he glanced around at the wonderful flowers and their various colours. Casually, the doctor's eyes gazed across the calming landscape, finding it incredible despite the lack of action in the area. Only a few moments of walking allowed for the lycanthrope to notice the subtle scent of another presence, his eyes flitting in the direction as he strolled up one of the larger hills to discover an individual he remained unfamiliar with.
Another grin touched the lycanthrope's face as he waited for the stranger's eyes to gaze his way before waving; he wanted to avoid startling the poor fellow! There were no thoughts taken towards the possibility of the other person being threatening as Clyde fell victim to his naivety. Slowly, he walked down the hill with gleeful intentions of perhaps enacting brief conversation.
Naia continued to stare at the forsaken field that had led many to their demise. Why calming, he itched for a fight and he wanted more than anything to quench his bloodlust that still lingered within his mind. But Naia knew that there would be no bloodshed here, unless there were terrors or those working with them were about. He doubted that either would come here though, what good would this battlefield hold for anyone, after all? With a sigh, he uncrossed his arms and continued to gaze out for just a moment before turning away.
And then they saw the strange redheaded individual just a bit aways from them. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, the wraith stared at the lycanthrope in disbelief, wondering who else in their right mind would come here, unless he was, possibly, a tourist. Not that a tourist would find much here, this place was far too nice for anything worthwhile, picturesque enough to hold a picnic here. So what in the world was this young man doing here. Setting his jaw and watching the other cautiously, he held up a hand in greeting before slowly making his way towards the lycanthrope.
Once he was but a meter or two away, the wraith stopped, sizing the person up. He was most certainly not a tourist, if his bag was of any indication. A researcher, perhaps? But what would a researcher be doing here? Trying to stop his eyes from narrowing, he crossed his arms once more as suspicion rose within him. "I do not recognize you," he spoke, keeping his voice clipped and professional as he glanced at the individual, studying him, "Greetings, I suppose." There was a pause before he continued. "What exactly are you doing here? You won't find much of a battlefield, just a meadow with flowers." He watched and waited for the other person to answer.
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A gentle grin remained evident across Clyde's face as he approached the individual who was also traversing the battlefield on this pleasant afternoon. The scenery was divine and gaining the opportunity to converse with a stranger sounded like an excellent way to proceed with his vacation day. Slowly, he shuffled through the grassy field, maintaining some caution for the floral life that inhabited the vast field; he always possessed an affection for flowers. The friendly wave was returned, the lycanthrope feeling welcomed to venture closer to the individual. As he approached, the doctor began analyzing the individual's appearance, from the long, white hair to the lean, muscular condition of their body. Based off an initial glance, this stranger was healthy, but nobody could be aware of the possible medical illness hidden beneath a healthy exterior. The bag was kept close, supplies safely secured within the satchel; there were still herbs to gather after all.
Hailing from a family of botanist oftentimes resulted in Clyde creating natural medicines from herbs that were not magically inclined. It made him favourable towards individuals who preferred herbal compounds opposed to magic or pharmaceutical drugs. Once Clyde was closer, he ceased walking, providing a broad, friendly grin towards the stranger. While the individual spoke, the lycanthrope remained unaware of the evident suspicion the person possessed, although, managed to notice the professionalism within their voice. Years of working within a hospital allowed for the large man to easily pick up on certain tones, however, suspicion was rare. Silently, Clyde listened to the individual, the inquires earning the lycanthrope's attention quickly as his eyes fixated on the white-haired person.
"Exactly why I ventured out here," he began with a grin. "The natural beauty of the floral life across this field attracted me here, although, I was searching for herbs initially." A gentle chuckle escaped the man's throat as he paused. "As you can tell, I got distracted by the flowers. Are you out here for similar reasons?"
There was a slight hint of red that touched the lycanthrope's cheeks as he sheepishly admitted to getting distracted. The chuckling continued for a few moments, a grin continuing to stretch across Clyde's face. Fortunately, he possessed the entirety of the day to gather herbs for his medicine recipes passed down through his family. While he waited for a reciprocated answer, the lycanthrope's eyes wandered around the field, glancing over the numerous flowers covering the battlefield in a colourful array; it was breathtaking.
Naia let out a small "hmph" as he nodded in understanding at the man's reasoning. To gather herbs was something that happened, yes, but those were in ancient times when medicine was not yet created to be pills. To continue such a practice intrigued him and made him feel more at ease. A medic, so it seems, though perhaps he was just a regular botanist that simply loved to stop and smell the flowers and fiddle around with herbs. He hadn't a clue, but at least it showed that the man was not too dangerous for all its worth. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them, then promptly changing the low voice for a much higher and feminine one.
"No, memories," she said, "Of battles. I've lived a long time to see many battles and it always bring me some...nostalgia...to be back on a battlefield." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Though again, you won't find much here. There may be some artifacts lying about but I have no use for them. I'm not an archeologist." She again began to study the lycanthrope to gauge his reaction. "In any case, I was never on this particular battlefield. I merely wanted to visit it to see if it's like any of the battlefields I've been on. I am sorely disappointed by its appearance. Oh well." She shrugged, not mentioning that she was expecting a bloodstained battlefield where the plants continued to be died red over generations. Disappointing, yes, but perhaps people preferred a meadow over the image in her mind.
Turning her head, she gazed out into the beyond, towards the tree lines, when she spoke again, lowering her voice to masculine. "In any case, today's weather makes it a beautiful day indeed," he murmured, closing his eyes once more, "It would be interesting to see if anyone's holding a picnic, not that I expect this place to be an ideal location. Just a time to relax and think about nothing for once..." He let out an almighty sigh at that and opened his eyes again, staring hard into the trees. Peaceful days like these didn't last long in this world, he knew that for certain. Who knows, maybe a terror would suddenly pop out and go after the two of them, though that was pretty unlikely. But if one did show up, he would be ready.
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The pleasant aroma of flowers surrounded the lycanthrope, his superior senses allowing for the scent to consume him. There was a peacefulness to his body language, the man grinning broadly as he remained surrounded by the wonderful plants. Despite the incredible acceleration of healing magic and human-created medicines, there remained individuals who sought natural curatives; Clyde being among the few who preferred the abilities of pills himself. There were desires to prescribe his patients the herbal remedies his botanist parents taught him, but the doctor always silenced himself and resigned to advise the complex names of various pills. Admittedly, he could never understand why certain individuals risked the numerous side effects that arrived with the prescribed medication; the list felt endless sometimes! There was a casual flitting to Clyde's gaze, his eyes fixating onto the wonderful flowers that surrounded them. Surprise caught his face from the sudden change of tone, the lycanthrope's eyes hastily returned to the individual who now possessed a more feminine voice.
A frown touched the doctor's face, the bloodstained history being unappealing to the man who rallied for peace and desired to mend the injuries of the wounded. Nobody deserved death in the form of weaponry or frightening monster's to the lycanthrope, his naive nature providing the impression. People deserved long lives and natural, peaceful deaths instead of loud clashes of swords, bangs of guns or the choking embrace of sickness. There was a softness that touched Clyde's eyes as he presumed the experience placed on the battlefield to be a negative one; spending his time in England during the Black Plague left him familiar with the withering and frightening circumstances of death. The final sentence, stating the disappointment in the condition of the battlefield resulted in Clyde lifting an eyebrow. Was it not excellent that life continued to strive despite the plights of thousands of years ago?
"I think it is magnificent myself," Clyde stated, voicing his opinion. "After the numerous skirmishes that resulted in the deaths of many, life decided to return to a once desolate place. It is extraordinary, the persistence of mother nature's will, or perhaps Enki should his powers continue coursing through the earth despite his slumber."
Shortly after the statement, a warm grin crossed Clyde's face as his eyes returned to the extensive field of flowers. A breeze passed through, the flowers bowing to its power as it grasped loose petals and carried them away in a gentle manner. When the stranger's tone unexpectantly shifted again, the lycanthrope's gaze shifted back towards them. There was curiosity glimmering in his eyes as he scrutinized the individual, allowing his interest in the individual's mystery to display across his face. A pause began before Clyde realized he failed to answer, his cheeks reddening as he glanced away in embarrassment; staring was considered rude!
"Indeed, which is why I decided to find herbs. A habit of old times I suppose," he chuckled warmly.
The teachings of his parents never died, even when he ventured into the foreign territory of Canada. While he occasionally required to message home in requests for certain herbs from England, Clyde still enjoyed the country and what it provided. A smile remained stretched across his face as he glanced towards the flowers to calm his earlier embarrassment.
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