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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Gradually, sunlight disappeared from the earth as night claimed the land before it would enivitably be chased away by the powerful sun. As time progressed, the nights grew colder as a telltale sign of autumn's coming arrival. The fading heat from a brilliant summer was mourned, tourist merely interested in the beach disappearing while those preparing to chase the changing colours of the Calico Forest entered the unfortunate city. This endless struggling continued, Octavio aware of being merely a pawn in the chess board; the battlefield between the TRS and AP. When the tourists arrived for autumn, the constantly flood of terror activity would continue until hushing slightly throughout the winter. During those cold months, little activity claimed the city from the frigid temperatures of a Canadian winter, thus the current season was a final attempt to amass damage.
Once sunlight disappeared entirely, Octavio tugged on the large, black coat that loosely hugged his form. The trench coat's trail reached ceased just above the redhead's knees, revealing the dark grey (near black) pants beneath. Inside the large coat were numerous loops and pockets designed to conceal both regular weaponry and the weaponized dolls he created. Heavy combat boots were his footwear, following the black theme his outfit possessed. Slowly, the informant reached down, grabbing the ends of each lace of one boot before sharply pulling back, tightening them before promptly tying them into double knotted bows. Gloves hugged his hands, the man creating an obvious effort to hide his fair complexion under the layers of dark clothing. A dark grey mask was secured to Octavio's face, a regular lens on the left eye and the right eye possessing what appeared to be a hatch, allowing for it to be flicked open with ease; specially designed for his ability.
The mask itself lacked intricate design, the ventilation area acting as the only other notable section which possessed an unusual bulk and platting. This section disguised the mechanism for distorting his voice. Once the hood was lifted, being properly secured to hide the red locks of hair from scrutinizing eyes, he was prepared to leave. There was hesitation as he slipped out of an Assembly controlled building in the western area, heading to the roof for a steady escape. A gentle sigh escaped his lips while he admired the view from the roof, eyes scanning the streets while he crouched close to the ledge. Silence consumed the streets below, sombre in some regard considering the lurking terrors, Octavio even witnessing as a shadowy creature slumped out the alleyway; their gazes connected, a brief nod of acceptance over each presence.
Quietly, the puppet master turned away, climbing down the ladder and moving through the alleyways gradually, his dolls scouting the area around him. Avoiding police activity was a simplistic task under most circumstances considering the watchful eyes of his minions. While he moved through Lorsette with a steady silence, the night time air failed to break through the warmth security of his trench coat. There was a soothing pace to his breathing, the Assembly informant hiding his paranoia towards oncoming attack. A nervousness enveloped his doll's movements, there being the slightest twitchings of anxiety as they roamed around him, his gaze flitting through before returning to his body. Occasionally, Octavio would glance around at the silent buildings surrounding him, remembering the district being usually quiet from the frightening presence of Hell's Gate within one of the numerous alleyways. The walk continued, the Puppet Master's mission remaining locked inside his mind as he continued.
There was an extreme importance in the succession of Octavio's mission, an individual who supported the TRS with his funding required a visit and death. With a majority of the soldier's efforts being used in the nonstop battle against the hunters, the informant with intense fighting capabilities was adequate for the easy mission; the target lacked fighting capability anyways. There were numerous actions that would transpire after his success, his message to the Assembly being crucial considering they would immediately drain the man's accounts by using the capable minds of hackers to succeed. While the TRS was a government organization, allowing donations from the general public could not be warranted among the Assembly; especially of immensely generous amounts. Gradually, the redhead began getting closer to his mark, easily evading the numerous patrols of the police. There was a slight grin as he managed smoothly traversed to the section of the western area the man was residing.
Swiftly, Octavio ascended a ladder onto the roof of a nearby building, stationing himself somewhere he could gaze over the rail. The wealthy man worked within the western district of Lorsette, the Puppet Master's affiliates gathering information to confirm an extensive evening of activity. There were a few moments of quiet as the redhead glanced around, paranoia settling as his thoughts reminded him of how defenseless he would be while he possessed his doll. Fixating on the movements was a delicate proceedure, and it always played on his concerns; he prayed the mission would end quickly.
Phoenix had met with a client earlier today, deciding he would take on this contract for himself. The night air felt cool against his skin, he was currently using a hex to change his appearance while wearing a cloak. The only way for somebody to have an idea of who he might be is if they got him to talk or if they could smell him. Though he couldn't change his voice, he had taken up the practice of making it sound higher or lower than it normally would be when he is out in public. Everybody knew that he appeared like a child, there fore his voice sounded like one as well, meaning as long as his voice didn't make him sound as young, it was good enough for him. After a few minutes of walking around, checking his surroundings to make sure he was alone, he made his way towards his target's house. There he crept inside, slowly heading up the stairs and into the bedroom before making his kill. Once he was finished, he crept back down the stairs and exited the house, closing the door carefully behind him. He slowly walked down the streets, trying to avoid being detected by possible AP or TRS members. There was a figure a few feet a head of him, he leaned against the wall as it walked down another street.
It hadn't been the first time he had crossed paths with that doll and it likely wouldn't be the last time either, however he had managed to get away without having to put too much effort, slipping away was soooooo much easier than causing an unwanted fight. He couldn't help but feel a great need in following after it from a distance, edging towards the corner before peeking to see where that shadow figure was going. I wonder where it is going and where its master is hiding.... He was only curious, so he found himself carefully giving distance between them before following after it. After a few minutes a business had come into full view. Interesting, am I about to see a kill? He thought to himself, somewhat excited over the idea. If there was one thing that AP and TRS had correct, it was that plenty of their members would fight for what they believed in. They weren't all about talk, so bloodshed was all over the city, many people were affected by it. He could honestly say that he was never bored when it came to watching the two sides dish it out.
He found a hiding spot and lingered there, waiting and watching from a distance to see what the outcome would be. I'm almost positive that a death is about to occur. The breeze blew and he let out a sigh, he was upwind, so anybody who happened to have a good scent of smell would be able to catch his scent in no time. I need to move, I came to stalk, not become the target.... He thought to himself, slowly creeping away from his spot to head down wind. Thankfully it was dark outside and nobody had taken notice of the shadowed figure, moving down the street to get a better safer view. Well perhaps safer wasn't the correct word, but he would be less noticeable unless the one who noticed his scent, bothered tracking him down here. I'll just have to keep paying attention and if things get slippery, leave before they get too much out of hand. He thought to himself, having moved on the other side of the building he had entered another one before climbing the stairs so that he could see from a window view instead of being outside the whole time. I've noticed plenty of exits in here, this is the perfect spot for me to wait it out to see what happens.
Continuously, the dolls weaved through the nearby streets, monitoring the activity around the building while a single one began sneaking into the business itself. Silently, Octavio flitted through the eyes of the various dolls, like a paranoid security guard checking cameras because he feared threat. He settled himself against the small shack on top of the roof that housed the stairs. The Puppet Master had comfortably nestled himself between the barrier surrounding the entirety of the building and the stairs outpost. He sat against the building, keeping himself low in hopes of avoiding possible interactions with other felons who hid in the mystery of night. Despite the mild anxieties towards being discovered, the redhead regulated his breathing, keeping it smooth and calming while he focused on moving his numerous dolls, hiding them when he found nothing concerning.
Immediately, he shifted the entirety of his focus onto the doll inside of the building. The item's right eye displayed his mark while he continued moving it smoothly through the intricate hallways and stairwells. This particular doll possessed long, bladed claws alongside large button eyes woven into the fabric. The insides were a metallic skeleton, armour being hidden beneath the fabric that covered it to protect it from destruction. Smoothly, the small puppet avoided the guards in the building, taking brief residence in empty rooms or sneaking beneath the guards' feet to remain unseen while it continued. Fortunately, his associates had tampered with the security systems, leaving all camera in the building in a state of sleep. There was a moment taken to quickly climb the final set of stairs separating himself from his target, but the sounds of guards tromping down caused the Puppet Master to flinch.
Hastily, the doll squeezed through the rails, long claws allowing for it to hang off the side. The sounds of boots stomping down the stairs continued, Octavio managing to hear the words of trivial conversation designed to entertain throughout the long evening hours. The redhead only half-listened, nothing of significance being stated while the guards proceeded down the stairs, failing to notice the claws hanging off the side of the lower rail. Once the pair passed, the puppet pulled itself back onto the stairs, climbing up with a swift ease to avoid any further possibility of detection. The door to the fifth floor was reached, Octavio, sparing a moment to hide his creation to double check if he was correct about the floor. A smirk crossed his lips as his answer was verified, the Puppet Master returning his attention to the doll inside. Gradually, he weaved his way through the hallways, checking rooms before discovering the correct door.
Another door was discovered, the doll jumping up to turn the handle and force it open with its strong claws; a tactic used on all doors. There was a creek as the door opened, the target distracted behind the large, black desk stationed close to the window. The puppet jumped down from its perch on the door handle, landing smoothly onto the ground as it slowly crept towards the target, sliding beneath his desk. For the instant, the wealthy man pulled away from the desk to rub away the tiredness from his thin face, head bending back. There was no hesitation as the doll climbed up onto the chair, crawling up the man's stomach and torso with haste. There was a startled expression, a scream leaving his mouth only to be prematurely silenced by the blades cutting into his throat. Red splattered across the doll while the chair fell back, his target going limp after a few moments of twitching from his freshly sliced neck.
The alarms began blaring, Octavio's creation climbing up to the window, jabbing at the glass until it gave way and smashed. Without hesitation, it jumped, landing conveniently in the dumpster and fumbling out onto the ground of the alleyway. His focus was shifted, the Puppet Master returning to his body, hastily rising from his position and heading towards the tall ladder connected to the building. The redhead hurried down, jumping off at the last through rungs and activating his dolls in the area. Once again, his alerting system began to function as Octavio weaved through the streets, knowing wholeheartedly that lingering for even a moment could result in an unwanted brawl.
Phoenix watched from the window, unaware of what the outcome would be. After a few minutes of waiting he had glanced towards the window of the building because he thought he had heard a faint scream. Withing a few minutes the alarm had started blaring and the doll had appeared against the glass before breaking through it. He watched as it landed on the dumpster before falling onto the ground of the alleyway. Where has your master gone? He thought to himself, curious as he looked around to try and spot the Puppet Master. As his eyes wandered he noticed moment near the ladder, a figure was climbing down it. I found you. He thought to himself, smirking slightly before noticing a doll nearby his building becoming active. Oh...... no fair.... I came for a show and now I have to creep around again... He thought to himself, still somewhat amused at how careful the Puppet Master had been to avoid being noticed.
Phoenix moved away from the window, having noticed people from the building exiting after they had gone into the room to see the person inside was dead. Going so far as to peek outside the window to see if they could spot anybody in the area. Well as fun as that was to watch, I best head home now. He thought to himself, slowly going down the stairs before peeking to see if the streets were clear before running down them. As he neared another block, he paused to peek to see if there were any dolls nearby. The doll down that block wasn't looking towards him but when he moved to lean against the wall again, he was surprised to see another doll heading in his direction. He waited for the doll to move closer before side stepping away from it. I don't think so... He had spent so long, living his way of life. He wasn't about to be killed by the doll. He wasn't sure how the Puppet Master worked with his puppets but he was sure it wouldn't be long before more of them tried attacking him, if they weren't already on their way.
He rushed down the street, reminding himself how many he saw so far so that he was aware of the possible chance of them being in the direction he was running from. To his displeasure the doll was keeping up to him, despite his efforts out of out running it. Well then.... I'll just have to go where you can't reach me, now won't I? He thought to himself, reaching a nearby building he grabbed the ladder before yanking himself up. Once on the roof, he gave himself a running start before jumping to the next building. That should solve my doll chasing problem.... Though looking at the ground, the doll still was keeping pace with him. This is somewhat fun. He thought to himself, turning right to jump to the building across from him. If you think you can catch me by remaining on the ground you have another thing coming....
He couldn't help but wonder if the Puppet Master had noticed his presence yet. Not that he was searching him out or anything but he had been noticed by his doll and made such the effort of ditching it. I would have been better off using a hex. He jumped onto the next roof, slowing down before withdrawing his knife to cut his hand. He created a circle around himself, preparing to use it to teleport away from this area so that he wouldn't have to deal with anymore dolls.
There were the subtle sounds of police sirens as Octavio continued hastily retreated from the crime scene. Certainly, they would discover the possibility of his puppets infiltrating, although, if they remained unaware, the Puppet Master would merely shrug it off. Fame for the crimes he committed was insignificant considering the ultimate goal was to bring about Zeredah's utopia. Determination fueled the redhead, pushing him further as he dipped into shadows and avoided law enforcement or TRS agents who roamed through the night with a brilliant ease, his puppets steadily following behind as their master fled. A portion of the dolls remained loyally beside their master, following his whim while a small amount attempted to force the retreat of possible trouble in the area. Constantly, the Puppet Master gazed through the eyes of his different dolls, surveying the area around him.
Sounds began fading, the Assembly informant slithering into the darkness to pause for a moment to regain his breath. There were a few shallow breaths as Octavio returned to glancing through the eyes of his dolls, finding most individuals to be far from his current location. One vision caught the redhead's eyes as he witnessed blood splatter to the ground, a cloaked figure standing in the center of a hex circle. An eyebrow was raised until the mysterious individual disappeared, the patterning lighting as magic flowed through the circle; he would presume teleportation. The doll used to pursue the individual was called back, slowly slinking down the streets while Octavio remained stationed in an alleyway, catching his breath. Once his breathing regulated, the Puppet Master gradually ascended a fire escape, returning to a separate rooftop which provided him with a view of the distant building where chaos initiated.
There was silence as Octavio stared at the buildings, waiting for the expected return of one of his weaponized puppets. Patrols of the area remained constant as his dolls weaved quietly through the streets, searching for possible threats to their master who quietly perched himself on a roof. The night was cold, distant sirens being the only noise Octavio could hear until the sudden sound of another person entered his vicinity. The Puppet Master turned towards them hastily, discovering a thin man with blond hair staring back towards him with a smirk. Orange stripes marked the dark colouring of what appeared to be a TRS uniform, which caused Octavio to glare.
"My, my, a fine evening to find a certain phantom disappearing into the night," he said, arrogance touching his voice. "Too bad you will be shipped off to HQ!"
There was a surprising amount of speed as the stranger burst forward, Octavio feinted left as he withdrew the daggers strapped to his thighs. A long sword sliced towards him, the Puppet Master hastily blocking the blow while he continued to glare at his opponent. An unexpected brawl, how problematic... The objective had been to disappear into the night without a trace, but unfortunately, this hunter managed to catch a glimpse of him. Using his doll manipulation, Octavio sent one of his creations surging forward, forcing the blond to retreat.
"The only misfortune of the evening will be your death," he responded, the mask's voice changing distorting his tones.
They clashed again as the blond rushed towards him, a cocky smirk playing across his lips as he speedily swung at Octavio, each blow being blocked. The sounds of metal against metal filled the nighttime air as the pair brawled, a reckless swing on the redhead's part resulting in a dagger flying across the rooftop and over the edge. Beneath his mask, the Puppet Master flinched, the blow leaving him unprepared for the sudden high kick that collided with their black mask. The immense strength knocked Octavio off balance, the buckle loosening until the mask met the floor; that strap had been having issues recently. A gasp of surprise escaped the hunter's mouth as he stared, taking in the surprise reveal of Octavio's face. The messy red locks, green eyes with a single one displaying the familiar brand of the Puppet Master. Immediately, it ended as a doll climbed up the man's clothing, reaching to maim his delicate throat.
The claws managed to hit their mark, the man abruptly collapsing to the ground as Octavio released a groan of aggravation; these were the types of situations they wanted to avoid! He turned on his heal, green eyes flitting for the precious piece of clothing that hid his most recognizable features.
Phoenix stepped into the circle, teleporting inside of a nearby building. He had caught sight of the Puppet Master and an individual with blond hair. It seemed to him that AP and TRS were about to clash, so he found himself slowly descending the stairs before walking down the street at a slower pace. Within a few minutes he had noticed the TRS agent climbing up the fire escape. Within a few minutes the Puppet Master and the TRS agent had clashed. He entered another building, ascended the stairs until he was on the roof top. He found himself watching, glad that neither had taken notice of him just yet. As the fighting continued he couldn't help but feel a great need to create a hex to get out of here, that is until he noticed the Puppet Master's mask fall to the ground and reveal his face. OCTAVIO IS THE PUPPET MASTER? He was dumbfounded for a few seconds as the reality of his friend's identity sank in. He advanced towards the roof top after giving himself a running start and jumped across, landing onto the building that Octavio and the TRS agent had been fighting on, only moments prior.
The mask had been left untouched on the ground so he quickly advanced towards it, picking it up off of the ground. If you wanted a disguise, I could have given you a better one Octavio..... A small grin formed on his face, if Octavio hadn't noticed him prior through his doors, he would have noticed him by now, and boy was he looking for some fun. Catch me if you can, my friend. With the mask in his hand, he rushed across the building leaping onto the other side before glancing back to look towards Octavio. Oh how there is punishment to pay for you allowing your mask to fall off. He would wave his fingers at Octavio, encouraging him to follow him. Now whether that would be sending his dolls after the assassin over following himself would be another story but if he thought Phoenix would drop dead like that, he would have another thing coming. He would move towards the roof top entrance, so that it would block Octavio's view before cutting his hand once more to create a hex circle for the sole purpose of creating a disguise for Octavio, planning on punishing him by turning his appearance into a girl for allowing his mask to be knocked off just like that.
With his arms folded, the hand holding the mask would tap against his elbow as he waited impatiently for Octavio to follow, or his dolls.... Oh the thought of his dolls or that AP member, Murder Doll gave him the creeps but seeing as it was the Puppet Master, Octavio... he couldn't feel the same way about somebody that he had deemed his friend. I'm not going to allow him to figure out who I am, I'm only going to try and trap him in this hex, change him, return his mask and then leave... of course he'll likely have a problem with that but that is just too damn bad.... A small smirk formed on his face when he thought he heard something, he chose to stay in his place, waiting to see who is approaching.
After the battle, Octavio stood, allowing himself a moment to breathe after the strenuous efforts. The breaths were deep, gradually becoming steady as oxygen flowed through the redhead's veins and his body soothed. His remaining dagger was returned to its scabbard where they would sit idly until the master was prepared to use it, Octavio already making plans to fetch the weapon's sibling. Slowly, his gloved hand rubbed the side of his face, the section where the hunter's foot collided still pulsating with notes of pain. A sigh of annoyance left the Puppet Master's lips as he brought some of his weaponized dolls closer before glancing back towards the mask. Fortunately, the piece remained on the building, Octavio green eyes fixating on it. Steps were taken to close the distance until suddenly somebody else fetched the mask from the floor. Immediately, Octavio's eyes widen as they shifted towards the cloaked figure, shortly narrowing into a glare. A small grin formed on the cloaked figure's face, much to Octavio's annoyance.
"GIVE THAT BACK!" The puppet master demanded.
There was anger circling through Octavio's head as he stared at the stranger who held the most significant piece to his disguise; the mask that distorted his voice and hid his most distinguishable features. The mask was a requirement, the Puppet Master knowing he needed to promptly retrieve it from the hands of the miscreant, even if death became the only viable option for success. Suddenly, the mysterious man ran, jumping across the roof and leaving Octavio glaring on the other side. Hastily, the redhead's hands plucked a pair of the weaponized dolls from the ground and placed them into the pockets of the trenchcoat. The gifted man ran forward, getting closer to the edge of the room he was on before leaping over the gap. His front smacked into the building, proving that the redhead had jumped too early.
Directly on cue, the pain began pulsating through his chest while his arms hooked onto the roof's lip; he supposed anger blinded him for a moment. Slowly, his feet caught leverage on the bricks, Octavio slowly hauling himself up and glancing towards the mysterious individual. Quickly, the redhead pushed himself back onto his feet, desiring to continue the chase until his mask finally returned to his hands and the stranger was killed; nobody could know his identity! The stranger was near the rooftop's entrance, his arms folded, his precious mask tapping against the stranger's elbow. With a furious glare, Octavio ran forward, unaware of the "trap" the stranger had created with the use of blood. His hands dived into his pockets, fishing out his creations and sending them towards the mysterious individual in hopes of causing his demise and regaining his stolen property.
The distance was closed hastily, the pair of small dolls with bladed hands bursting toward while the sigil burned a bright azure in Octavio's branded eye. While the dolls continued towards the stranger, the Puppet Master's hands reached down to grab the leather-wrapped handles of his remaining long, silvery dagger. He gripped them tightly, the intention to slash at his opponent once he got closer. The redhead failed to notice the blood pattern on the floor, his anger resulting in him stepping into the hex circle the stranger had created. This evening was definitely going to be a long one.
Phoenix had found the Puppet Master's demand somewhat amusing but he had no choice, he wanted him to follow him. When The Puppet Master jumped over the edge, he waited patiently, hoping that he had made it because he hadn't bothered standing nearby to help him up even if he had wanted Octavio to avoid a fall off of the roof. When Octavio had moved towards him, he walked backwards, waiting for the dolls to show up to attack him. No sooner had Octavio stepped in his hex circle that he caused the disguise to start transforming him. Octavio, you should have been much more observant.... He thought to himself as he moved away from the dolls that were advancing towards him. "You wanted the mask back, yes?" He asked, making sure that Octavio would looking directly at him before tossing it in his direction. "I'll gladly give it back to you...." He answered with a grin on his face. "As for killing me as your dolls seem to think will happen. There is noway in hell...." He would then create fire in his hands to attack the dolls as he bolts passed them to leap the building. Octavio got his punishment, for allowing his mask to fall off, he would have to look like a girl until one, Phoenix removes the hex or the Puppet Master manages to kill him.
As far as Phoenix was concerned, neither were likely going to happen. He would land onto the next building, with a smirk he would glance back towards Octavio who is likely wondering who the hell this guy is before rushing across the building to leap across it. If I want to out run his dolls.... my best bet is to remain on the roof and give myself enough distance between them and me, so that I can create a teleport hex out of here. He couldn't help but feel somewhat curious on how Octavio was going to handle this situation. He couldn't just let him run away, right? He no longer needed to worry about holding the mask but, he knew he was likely going to have an angry Octavio following after him. This is going to be so much fun. He would glance behind him to see if Octavio is following before leaping to the next building, proving to be rather skilled at it.
Anger flowed through Octavio’s veins as he rushed in a desperate attempt to defeat the cloaked stranger and reclaim his stolen property. Without the disguising abilities of the mask, the Puppet Master knew it would only be a matter of time before his identity would be revealed, ultimately making his occupation burdensome. The mask in his eyes was a symbol of safety, allowing for him to smoothly accomplish his business with little fuss. Losing the item that allowed for that privacy he desired was in constant necessity, but currently everything was being risked from a fleeting moment of recklessness. A moment of idiocy allowed for the mask to be knocked away and later retrieved by the miscreant hidden in a cloak. Each step carried Octavio further, his dolls moving in sync as they obeyed the command on their master.
Watchfulness was forgotten in trade for reckless decisions and fixation on the tense emotions that generated from the unfortunate loss of the mask. There was a subtle glow which distracted the redheaded teen, his eyes flitting down to see the blooded outline of the hex circle around him. Panic flared across his expression as he flinched, momentarily chastising his ignorance to the magical circle created by the mysterious stranger, although, this limited the number of species the man could possibly be. There were only certain groups with the capabilities to access hex-based magic, most of which were hell affiliated. The magic began abruptly, light grey smoke surrounding his form while Octavio was forced to remain still as the circle took its effects. There was fear towards the possible magic being afflicted on him, until suddenly he tripped his way out the circle, a different appearance being formed.
The transformation started from the disguise circle resulted in a feminine figure stumbling out of the thin smoke. Balance was lost in a moment, Octavio falling to the ground as he glanced over the transformation he underwent. Frantically, his eyes glanced over his body, noticing the petite hourglass figure alongside the red hair flowing down to his shoulders. There was a delicateness to his hands, the fingers becoming slim. The Puppet Master was appalled at the sight of the alterations. His eyes flitted to the figure, glaring at the stranger with anger in his green eyes. The mask was returned, Octavio reaching to catch it and hold it close, hastily securing the mask to his face while focusing his puppets to continue forward. There was a blossoming of light as fire poured from the man's hands, confirming that he was indeed a hell species. A portion of the dolls was burnt as Octavio pulled them back, leaving only a handful of what remained.
The Assembly member's eyes narrowed further as he witnessed the stranger turn to retreat again. Quickly, Octavio pushed himself onto his feet, following behind the cloaked figure who seemed keen on ruining his night. A few of the dolls were retrieved from the ground before Octavio leaped across the gap and managed to land properly. The Puppet Master continued, attempting to close the distance between himself and the cloaked stranger.
Phoenix had glanced behind himself to see that Octavio was in fact following him as he had assumed him to. He leaped across the next building to keep the distance between them. He had seen Octavio climbing up the fire escape but jumping roof tops, he didn't expect him to have that much experience with it. Seeing his friend leap the building to keep pace with him had been surprising considering the situation. "If your not a fan of roof hopping, you could always go down and keep pace from on the ground." He called out, clearly amused that Octavio was determined to follow after him. I don't know all of the locations that Octavio hid his dolls at, but I think if I keep roof hoping he will just keep coping me.... He already almost fell off the ledge.... I didn't change him into a girl just for him to die on me. He would run to the edge of the building before turning to face Octavio. "This is the day you almost caught me." He jumps off the side, reaching out to grab the rail to the building below before pulling himself over it. He would then kick the window with his food, shattering it before going inside.
He has time to center his dolls nearby me. Should I start on my hex now? No.... He knows that I will try it. He thought to himself, yanking the door open before running down the hallway. He would then run down the stairs, determined to get to the ground floor first. Once on the bottom, he would peek his head into the hallway to peek for possible dolls, before creeping along the hallway. Once the door to the exit became in view, he would pull it open slowly before peeking outside. So far, the coast was clear. I think he is trying to possibly ambush me.... He would withdraw two daggers from his cloak, hiding them within his sleeve before creeping along the sidewalk, peeking around the corner as he listened for possible sounds from the doll. It would all be over if I bothered changing him back, but that would ruin my fun. Besides, I can't believe he would try and chase me after I changed him in the first place. Still he didn't see anybody in sight, so he would walk along the sidewalk, careful on his chosen location before crossing the street to enter another building.
Did he give up? He was surprised at the possible thought of his friend giving up. Not after he killed that victim, it just didn't seem like him. No.... I'm sure he is around here somewhere. He thought to himself, slowly creeping up the stairs as he watched his front and back for possible intruders. Once on the top floor, a thought had crossed his mind. That doll.... it may have crept into the building the same way as a person.... but it still needed a route to do so.... If he could limit its choice of location to go after him, that would benefit greatly as he prepared his hex to leave.
While the mask was now secured to his face, Octavio knew he still required a disguise. Without the identity of the infamous Puppet Master, he could be discovered and promptly arrested by either the TRS or the RCMP. All missions would be surrendered as failures, his face plastured across news reports who would shamelessly provided the public with his largest secret; Octavio Kremlen is the Puppet Master, an Assembly informant and soldier. There was always opportunties in the battlefield, but the redhead's abilities were better tailored to to gathering information from unexpecting citizens. Ruining a portion of his grand disguise would result in him missing a portion of intelligence about the TRS and citizens of Lorsette; all valuable should they decide to conquer the city. These were the reasons this cloaked figure had to meet his demise since maintaining his hidden identity was crucial.
The remark the stranger stated felt like complete mockery to Octavio, even if the cloaked figure did not possession that intention with his words. The remark itself made Octavio growl in annoyance as he continue forwarded, determined to catch the cloaked figure. There was a steady tension rising in the situation, the redhead finding difficulty thinking straight, especially after receiving this feminine body. Every movement possessed a new definition of awkwardness from the odd fat distribution of his female body. Anger continued increasing as the female Octavio leaped across the rooftops in pursuit of the nuisance who forced him to undergo the peculiar transformation.
"TURN ME BACK AND ACCEPT YOUR DEATH!" The Puppet Master shouted, the mask distorting his voice.
Despite the sudden altering of his body, Octavio still possessed a more masculine voice opposed to the higher pitches of a female. Gradually, they were reaching the edge of the next rooftop, the cloaked figure ceasing for a moment to turn and regard him. The words he stated resulted in the redhead glaring as he rushed forward, attempting to hastily grab the mysterious individual but to no avail. Couragously, the man jumped from the building, later grabbing the rail below and hauling himself up. There was the distinct shatter of glass, the Puppet Master not even requiring sight to know he forcefully entered the building. An extensive breath was taken, Octavio carefully stepping onto the ledge, peering down as the wind ruffled the long hair that leaked from his black hood. There was only a second of hesitation before he jumped, feeling the air surround him as he plummeted down.
Everything appeared to pass in slow motion as he fell, his heart rate elevated from the fear of death and his breaths getting quicker as he witnessed the ground getting closer. The feeling was exhilarating, resulting in adrenaline-pumping steadily through his veins. Hastily, he extended his arm, narrowly grabbing the edge with his hands. Pain erupted into his hands as he slammed against the metal rail, his body slamming into the guard rails abruptly. Notes of pain remained evident, Octavio hanging there a few moments before slowly pulling himself over the rails. These techniques of escape were unfamiliar to the redhead, thus he remained merely a rookie when it arrived at the dangerous stunt. A moment was taken to analyze the scene, noticing the shattered pieces of glass that littered the floor. Slowly, the Puppet Master entered, cautious to avoid getting scratched by the glass that clung to the frame. The dolls were dropped while he entered, Octavio controlling them to search the building; he needed to find the cloaked figure.
Cautiously, the Puppet Master weaved through the hallways desperately in search of the cloaked figure. There were a few moments taken to inspect the building, Octavio glancing out the window to notice the stranger walking away. The mysterious man entered the building across and the redhead was determined to follow. Without hesitation, he found the nearest exit and hustled across the street with his dolls flanking behind. The front door was pushed open quietly, Octavio listening to his surroundings before steadily making his way through the building with the assistance of his dolls. Eventually, he reached the top, his entrance slow as his boots echoed down the hallway quietly, his eyes searching as his dolls inspected ahead; he was determined to find the cloaked figure.
Phoenix couldn't help but chuckle at Octavio's demand, he was having trouble taking him seriously because for one, he had a feminine body, two, it was Octavio. If he hadn't just seen him with the mask off, he never would have believed him as being the real Puppet Master. That explains a lot actually.... Though he couldn't very well let his friend catch him, now could he? He had made the chose to keep that secret for himself but the Puppet Master, he wasn't going to let somebody who had seen him live to tell the tale, which is why he wouldn't get a say in the matter. "Not today." He would call over his shoulder, though frankly if Octavio planned on killing him, he better be prepared to get in line because he had plenty of enemies on his back and none of them managed to kill him so why would Octavio be any different? He would then later jump the roof, grab the railing and enter the building, shortly exiting it.
As he had expected, he had found a closet and he picked pocketed the door before quietly opening it, he would close it quietly behind him as to avoid being heard before locking it. I should start on that hex now. If I'm not careful, he really will have his victory over me.... He thought to himself, he would cut his hand, lighting a flame on his thumb he would draw a circle around himself before smothering it. He wanted to make sure the teleportion hex was perfect, he didn't care to see it when he would activate it. With the amount of space this closet held, it wouldn't be likely that he would step outside the circle even if he had tried. He would pause because he could hear footsteps coming from down the hall. Octavio is quicker then I thought. He decided to himself, being reminded that there still might be a trick up his sleeve on getting Octavio to let him to go freely.
But there would be no harm in teasing him slightly further if Octavio had managed to figure out his hiding spot in this building. I sorta want to stick around and chat, though that will also likely leave a mark. Oh well. He kept the daggers in his hands, knowing if Octavio did find him, he would have to protect himself. Then another thought crossed his mind. Well if he can't let me go, maybe I'll just take him along for the ride. He braced himself in case that door was at risk of being broken into.
There were no improvements to the current situation as Octavio slowly walked through the hallway, his green eye scrutinizing the area. The soft echoes of his feet walking down the tiled corridor contained a haunting vibe, the lack of movement or noise making a rather chilling experience. Alas, the redhead remained unnerved as he treaded speedily down the hallway, desiring to find the individual who knew his identity. While he moved slowly, analyzing the hallway, his dolls flanked out behind him, peaking into some of the open doors. Long strands of red hair attempted to obscure Octavio's vision, the man grumbling as he pushed away from the hair back; he kept it short for a reason! Quietly, the Assembly member continued forward, listening for disturbances or something to key him into the location of his opponent.
The walk down the dark corridor progressed, moonlight leaking through a distant window to provide a subtle light. Rooms were searched thoroughly, Octavio's eyes finally landing on a small storage closet. His green eyes narrowed as he hastily walked forward, a slight vigour evident in his steps. He reached for the doorknob, attempting to yank the wooden door open. The doorknob stirred, refusing to properly turn to allow him admittance into the room despite the amount of strength he placed into it. A growl escaped the redhead's mouth as he slammed his shoulder into the door.
"LET ME IN, DAMMIT! I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE!" He shouted.
Immediately, the Puppet Master beckoned his dolls, the objects moving towards his current location. The door was stared down, Octavio demanding his dolls to use their long claws to remove the nails in the hinges. The subtle sound of metal colliding with a tile floor echoed through the corridor. A doll was fetched from the ground, the redhead providing the necessary height to get the upper hinge undone. Once it was completed, Octavio hastily advanced, prying the door open to squeeze through the crack. Despite the darkness of the room, the redhead managed to notice the silhouette of another person inside the closet. A smirk touched his face as he quickly advanced, his dolls filtering in behind him.
"YOUR TIME IS UP!" He shouted.
The dagger was drawn, the redhead swinging towards his target with the intention of fatally injuring him. Besides, once this man was properly disposed of, his identity will be safe again.
Phoenix heard Octavio's attempts to open the door, a small smirk was placed on his face as he waited for him to get it home. There was no way in hell that he was going to willingly allow Octavio in, not when he knew his goal was to kill him. He remained quiet, somewhat hoping that Octavio would second guess himself and leave the door alone. The noise on the other side, proved that Octavio would stop at nothing to get in, so he prepared himself for when the door would finally open. As the door was opened, some light from the hallway entered into the room. Octavio had squeezed into the closet to join him, that smirk on his face encouraged one to appear on his face. "I don't think so." He answered back when Octavio had swung his dagger towards him. So far none of the dolls had come into the room, it was perfect. He allowed Octavio to slash at his arm, stepping back once more because he knew Octavio would step forward to advance. him.
Once Octavio was in the circle, he forced it to activate. Within a few minutes they were no longer in the closet, in fact they weren't in the city either but the outskirts. "If you want your male body back, say please...." He stepped away from Octavio, figuring he would have a few minutes to distance himself because Octavio likely hadn't expected him to teleport them out of here. This whole time, Octavio has done nothing but attack him, what did he do in return? He had stolen his mask, tricked him into the circle to change his gender, then later teleported him to another location. Oh how it just wasn't Octavio's day. The daggers remained in his hand but he didn't have an interest in attacking Octavio. his friend didn't need to know that he planned on keeping his secret. Besides teasing him was proving to be rather enjoyable.
Bloodlust clouded Octavio's judgement as he rushed forward, attempting to attack the individual who viewed his face. The mysterious cloaked man had managed to cause a spree of trouble for the masked soldier, thus the redhead's fury. The evening had begun pleasantly only to deteriorate to this panicked night of chasing a brat who seemed keen on ruining his mission. There was only a single goal remaining now, which was to murder the cloaked nuisance who decided to inflict all these ridiculous jokes. When Octavio entered the small closet, he believed he may have cornered the stranger and could finally dispose of him properly. He rushed forward, being blind to the freshly created hex circle drawn in the small space. The dagger was extended towards his opponent, the Puppet Master grinning when he managed to slash the man's arm; he believed the comment prior to being the stranger's belief of survival being feasible.
A few steps forwards resulted in Octavio crossing the threshold of the teleportation hex, his dolls lagging behind. There was a light that erupted from the floor, the sudden disappearance of their master resulting in the dolls falling limp to the floor. With the redhead out of distance, which left nothing to support the inanimate objects and left their unfortunate master to defend himself with a mere pistol and dagger. When they teleported to a new location, Octavio backpedalled, glancing around at the new surroundings and shortly realized they were in the outskirts. Behind his mask, the redhead's eyes narrowed as he glanced around, infuriated to be tricked again. The dagger was adjusted, being moved into a defensive position out of concern that the stranger was more versed in combat than expected.
When the offered arrived to be transformed back by merely stating please, the Puppet Master continued glaring. The last person he wanted to be polite to was this annoying stranger.
"Why would I say please to you?!" He snapped angrily.
Without any more hesitation, Octavio lunged forward, holding the dagger tightly in his gloved hand. When he got closer to the cloaked figure, he slashed out desperately attempting to hit the man who ruined his evening. Leaving this man alive was a massive risk, thus the gifted man was determined to end him.
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