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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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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!
Grayson glpwered as he looked out into the empty night around the crummy apartment he called home. He'd woken up in a bad mood, though that was simply the usual. His dreams liked to plague him with his mistakes. Though it wasn't necessary for his species, he'd taken to sleeping through the day, on a nocturnal schedule. It was easier on his eyes, without the bright sun. Plus, night was when the unsavories skulked about. Including the ones he hunted.
That said, he didn't actually have a target at this point in time. He was lacking information, as his previous lead had run into a dead end. Along with that, having not been in the town for very long, he was lacking local sources. He'd have to get new info the old fashioned way-- by lurking in shady bars and listening in on conversations.
There was one he'd noticed a few blocks from his apartment that seemed to fit the bill. Of course with this method, there was never any guarantee that the night would be productive, but it was still a start. That was all he needed. Upon reaching the rather ill-maintained building, Grayson let himself into the dim-lit space, giving a cursory glance around before seating himself at the bar. After ordering a drink, he simply sat back and listened. There weren't many in the bar at that point, but he knew more would come. He had all night to linger and listen, knowing there would have to be something, eventually.
Most people usually seemed almost afraid to talk about the Assembly of Phantoms. For good reason, really, but that was fine. It was the ones who weren't afraid to speak that he was interested in hearing from. Idly swishing the drink around in his glass, he took note of a peculiar boy entering the bar not long after him. He barely looked old enough to even be there, but that wasn't what drew Grayson's attention. There was something in his expression, a look in his eyes, that seemed somehow... Familiar?
Gradually, the moon crawled into the dark skies, bringing the stars to shame with its pleasant shine onto the earth below. Stress weighed heavily on Nathan's shoulders as he exited the giant double doors of Beckard Manor, his yellow-green eyes gazing towards the skies above an extensive exhale escaped his slightly parted lips. While everything outside remained absolutely peaceful, there was a constant warring of concerns on the vampire's mind as he descended the stone steps. Around the house, rumours about his recent love interest, Tristan Anderson, spread like wildfire but were accompanied with opinions about what would occur once his parents returned from their business trip. Assumptions were made towards his boyfriend possibly being evicted from the residence since, as usual, Nathan failed to inform his parents about the recent developments at home. A sigh escaped his mouth as he exited the house, deciding to spend some brief time alone to organize his messy thoughts. He left through the gates, hastily typing out a text for Tristan explaining he would return home later.
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Throughout the days, Nathan slept beside the adorable blond, thus the vampire could easily imagine the possible fretting that would occur should he suddenly disappear during the evening. Weaving through Lorsette's streets during the evening hours was never a good idea under most circumstances, but Nathan prepared himself for possible terror encounters; being a TRS hunter made such precautions a ritual prior to leaving home. Each step was taken slowly as the vampire wandered through the streets, mentally searching for the answers he needed. There was a gap between himself and his parents, the teenager always resenting them and being rebellious against their rule which left uncertainty to the future. After witnessing the abusive attitude of Tristan's father, he could not allow them to abruptly throw his boyfriend out of the manor, but invading the privacy of his boyfriend made it difficult for Nathan to inform anybody about what transpired when Tristan arrived to meet the nightmarish man referred to as his father.
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These were always the moments where the green-haired teen missed his brother immensely considering older siblings could oftentimes provide the necessary advice during these difficult times. Those soothing words as he provided advice with a pleasant smile stretching across his lips. Another shy escaped the hunter's mouth as he continued forward, sadness reaching him as thoughts orbited around his loss from years ago. Donovan always cared about him, bravely sacrificing himself to protect him despite it all being his fault... The vampire wore a mask of courage as he continued quietly walking down the sidewalk, his eyes flitting around to notice the change of scenery. He had travelled further than expecting, managing to enter the outskirts during the stroll. Panicking was unnecessary since when the time arrived to head back to the manor, the vampire could always rush down the network of streets using his enhanced speed to return to his darling Tristan to endeavour into the world of dreams or... other nightly excursions; the thought brought a faint tint of red to Nathan's cheeks.
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Alone, the vampire continued walking, his eyes eventually noticing the neon sign of a small bar. Nathan's eyes lingered on the sign before drifting towards the door. After accidentally straying this far from home, he could at least get himself a drink before venturing home. There was a wooden door, the hunter gently pushing it aside to cross the threshold and gazed at the lacklustre insides of the establishment. While his simple camouflage sweater, black tank top and dark jeans did not scream lavish, Nathan still expected better. The vampire's gloved hands were tucked into the pockets as his sweater while he entered, glancing at the decorum; this was definitely a place where he would not be taking Tristan for a date. Slow steps were taken into the bar, the green-haired teen still debating on what drinks he could possibly consume, even reminding himself about his improved liver. Alcohol could rarely effect Nathan, which was merely another reason why he preferred avoiding parties throughout high school was that of his inability to become impaired from those beverages.
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Constantly, his yellow-green eyes flitted around the scene, noticing the other individuals in the room. There were always concerns about lingering Assembly members, Nathan preferring to avoid getting into a fight this evening; Tristan would probably be displeased if managed to get himself injured... The vampire stationed himself at a table in the corner, ordering merely a glance of pop while observing the other individuals in the bars. A majority were in pairs, each whispering among each other or outwardly displaying their delight because of the subtle coaxing of liquor. The survey resulted in him noticing the lone figure who appeared to be gazing towards them; how interesting...
Grayson turned his focus back to the people chattering lowly at their respective tables, his gaze kept beyond the bar to avoid drawing attention to himself. He remained unaware he'd already done so, taking a sip from his glass. He wouldn't be able to work if he got himself drunk, so the drink was mostly for show.
He could hear one group talking about the terror attacks in the area. It seemed he'd chosen a rather dangerous place to live, but honestly, it worked for him. He had no interest in the terrors, themselves, but where those creatures lurked, so did the assembly of phantoms. Perhaps he'd placed himself right in a hotspot.
It was while he was pondering that, that he took note of a specific feeling. Someone was watching him. His expression falling into a frown, he paused to ensure the feeling was lingering. When it was, he sighed, downing the last of his drink and swinging around to meet the look with a challenging glare. He didn't take chances.
From his table, Nathan watched the mysterious individual, his pale hand reaching for his beverage. The ice cubes clinked together while the bubbly sensation of pop surged into his mouth. It tasted excellent, but the vampire found himself too distracted by the stranger to truthfully enjoy the entirety of his drink. The man was gazing at other individuals now, naturally eavesdropping on the gossip Lorsette had to offer; it was a frequent activity people partook in. Curiosity was endless, people even going to the absurd length to gather it. Quietly, Nathan analyzed the mysterious individual, something about him seemed oddly familiar, mostly that expression. It appeared like something the vampire had seen in his reflection, although, it appeared distant in a way. The green-haired man kept his eyes locked on the stranger, curiosity glinting in them as his gaze lingered. When the mysterious man glanced towards him, Nathan noted the glare, even matching it as he sunk a little deeper into his seat. The drink was set onto the wooden table, the vampire keeping his eyes on the stranger before standing from his seat.
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Slowly, his hand reached for the unhealthy beverage as he began slowly walking towards the mysterious man. The cold drink chilled his pale hands, the vampire stopping at the table. He could not help, but wonder if perhaps this strange person glaring at him was an Assembly of Phantoms informant; it would explain the unfriendly glare towards a TRS hunter, even when he is not in uniform.
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"Care to explain what the glare was about?" Nathan mumbled out.
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The vampire was admittedly curious, although, he attempted to resist his hot-headed nature in favour of returning uninjured to his precious Tristan. He could already imagine the fretting of his boyfriend if he allowed such a thing...
As he glared, Grayson saw how the other matched his distrustful look. He held the gaze, sizing up the other as he waited for any other reaction. The boy didn't seem like much. Of course it was impossible to tell what he was capable of by looking, but the fact that the boy held his glare told him that he at least had guts. However, there was nothing in the look that seemed aggressive. The boy had no ill-intent in his staring. It seemed little more than curiousity. Or perhaps he was in the bar for the same purpose.
As the other stood, Grayson squared his shoulders, giving no sign of dropping his guard nor his glare as he was approached. He remained silent for that moment, surely giving off an unsociable vibe. As he was questioned, however, Grayson smirked, leaning back against the bar. "Hm, I don't know. Care to explain why you've been watching me?" He countered, the smirk falling into another unfriendly frown. "Only natural for a man to be cautious." He pointed out, though his tone clearly displayed more aggression than caution.
Taking note of the dog tags at the boy's neck, Grayson narrowed his eyes in thought. A member of TRS, perhaps? It added a small amount of credibility to the other, but he knew it could also mean nothing. "No need to keep up the posturing. Have a seat, kid."
The soft jingling of the dog tags was evident as Nathan walked, the noise accompanied by the gentle clinks of ice cubes idly floating in the sea of dark, bubbly liquid. On the silver dog tags, the name and information about his older brother were provided, etched into the metal itself and given black colouring. The words contrasted against the shiny surface of the metallic substance, allowing for somebody to notice the name Donovan Beckard alongside some various points of information, like his name, age, gender and unit; only gender and unit were truly shared between the brothers. The glare matched between himself and the mysterious stranger did not deter the vampire from travelling across the bar, an unfriendly expression across his own face. His eyebrows were slightly narrowed, a hint of an irritated scowl touching his lips. With the manner this stranger was staring towards him, there was a chance his suspicions were correct; this individual could be an Assembly of Phantoms member.
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There was a slight tenseness when the stranger did not immediately respond, suggesting a perhaps unsociable behaviour. A momentary smirked touched the mystery man's lips, Nathan listening to the counter and noticing the shift in expression. Subtly, the vampire's eyes narrowed further into an unwelcoming glare.
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"Caution is important," the vampire muttered in response. "I was curious in the staring was all."
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The green-haired teen's eyebrow lifted at the offer to sit, which alleviated a portion of the tense nature behind the unfriendly staring contest. A quiet nod of acknowledgement was provided before Nathan took the seat across from the stranger. Slowly, he set his glass onto the smooth surface of the table, his yellow-green eyes remaining fixated on the mysterious man. Years of pushing others away made it difficult to properly initiate conversation at the mere drop of a hat, thus the vampire decided to remain silent for the time being.
Grayson sat quietly for a good few moments after Nathan joined him at the table, content with the silence between them. He only turned away to gesture to the bartender for a refill, before turning back to Nathan with an analyzing gaze. Once his glass was full once more, he spoke. "So.. Am I to assume your name is Donovan, or are you just one of those creeps that like to collect dogtags off fallen syndicate members?" He questioned, his gaze steady. In truth, he didn't actually care for the boy's name, but the question would likely provide him with the information he actually wanted, either way."
"I'm not sure what your goal is, here, but it's typically not good manners, nor a good idea, to stare people down in crappy little bars." He mused, not feeling particularly threatened by the other's presence. Still, he remained on guard, in case that were to change. He was naturally a talkative person, himself, despite his usual aggressive behavior. It was usually a good thing, as he was always careful with what he did and didn't say. People were more likely to talk about what you wanted to hear, when you were the one leading the conversation.
"Point being, I'm not looking for a fight, unless you are." He spoke again as he leaned back in his seat with a smirk. He wasn't sure what the other boy was-- he didn't hold the same weak air as a human-- but Grayson couldn't guess at what he might be capable of. It made every new encounter exciting, really, not knowing what sort of abilities every other person might have under their guise of normalcy. He enjoyed the challenge.
There was a silence that settled between Nathan and the mysterious stranger. The noise of menial conversations from the individuals around them filled the air as people engaged in drinking and some offered games. The vampire spared a moment to glance around the bar before slowly lifting his glass to his lips, taking a small sip. Nothing appeared to capture his interest other than the mysterious, heterochromic stranger he discovered. When the bartender was gestured over, Nathan's eyes glanced towards the dark-haired man that walked over to refill the stranger's drink before retreating to the counter. The hunter observed the bartender for a few moments until hearing the other occupant of the table speak. Hastily, the vampire's eyes flitted back towards the mysterious individual across from him, lifting a brow in surprise to the stranger's observation skills. A majority of people he met failed to notice the name etched into the tags and few questioned the silver trinkets that dangled around his neck. There was a pause of silence, a slight sadness breaching Nathan's expression at the mentioning of his precious older brother.
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A grisly death resulting from his recklessness; the only reason he lived was that Donovan was willing to sacrifice his life. The generous action left the young vampire to his lonesome for many years until he began falling in love with Tristan. A soft sigh escaped Nathan's lips, his yellow-green eyes fixating on the ice cubes floating in his drink.
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"Their a friend's," he mumbled. "My real name is Nathan."
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Providing his true named was merely to avoid any suspicions towards possibly being Assembly. Associating himself with those menaces was against every moral law in his book! They were murderous bastards who took every important person away, leaving Nathan to take the torch and dispose of them in the name of his loved ones. When the stranger began speaking about manners, the vampire rolled his eyes in response. Being apart of a rather wealthy family resulted in numerous years spent learning excellent manners to avoid ridicule from the general populace, although, Nathan oftentimes considered it classes merely designed so his parents would not be embarrassed about their child. They were never around to truly care, so why should a few glares and fights matter?
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"I'm not stupid," Nathan answered bitterly. "If you keep lecturing, you will sound like my parents. Besides, I am not looking for a fight. I have somebody at home who would prefer for me not to get hurt."
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While Nathan would have gleefully participated in a good fight with a shady character, he preferred to not risk upsetting his boyfriend. He could easily imagine the amount of fretting Tristan would be submitted to sensing the pain and later witnessing stumble through the door with some fresh injuries. It resulted in Nathan avoiding the opportunity, despite his certainty to become the victor; he was a pretty tough opponent after all, or at least that is what his arrogance told him.
Seeing the other's expression change to seemingly sad tone at his question of the tags, Grayson paused, his eyes narrowing at the explanation that they belonged to a friend. Taking the expression shift into context, he could take a good guess at what could have come of that 'friend.' The explanation at least took away most of the suspicion that the other may be with the Assembly, but there was still no proof either way, so he had to keep his suspicions up for the time being.
When Nathan rolled his eyes at the scolding, Grayson chuckled. What a childish reaction. Clearly, it wasn't the first time he'd been told to mind his manners. "I never called you stupid. Though, somehow, it's not the first time I've been accused of acting parental, recently..." He mused, then shrugging it off as he relaxed a bit with a sip of his drink. If the other wasn't interested in a fight, he had no reason to keep trying to instigate.
"Good for you. Fine, then, no pointless bar brawls, tonight. Gonna drink with me, at least?" He suggested, looking at least mildly friendly with his lopsided smirk. "You hold yourself like a soldier. So if not Assembly, then Syndicate?" He questioned, getting a bit more to-the-point with his questioning. If the other was with TRS, then maybe he would know something. As it was, Grayson had no one trustworthy to go to for information, in this town. He needed to start building a new circle. Even if he had no reason to trust this individual, as of yet.
There were a few things that Nathan expected of the evening, the primary objective original being to clear his head. Instead, he found himself sitting in a bar staring at the aforementioned name of the dog tags. The dim lighting of the bar reflected on them, the name etched and painted in with black being where the vampire's eyes fixated. The dog tags were a reminder to why he joined the TRS and started pushing everybody away. When he first started there, he intended to work alone and never allow for anybody to get closer than necessary, however, he supposed the change started with Tristan. The green-haired teen's ill-temper became slightly more tamable, albeit, still frequently inflicted onto his enemies and general individuals of dislike; usually, it only quieted when Tristan was present to be completely honest. He desired to shelter his precious boyfriend from the unpleasant manner in which he treated others. A soft sigh escaped his mouth, hints of sorrow still evident on his face while his eyes slowly returned to the stranger.
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Currently, the vampire was playing nice to avoid any painful consequences during the evening. Considering the stress of discovering what Tristan's father did to him and attempting to organize a method to warrant his boyfriend staying in the manor, him getting injured was simply unnecessary. The following chuckle resulted in Nathan slouching over the table, his elbow resting on the surface while his cheek propped itself on his hand. Slowly, his hand clutched the cool glass, feeling the condensation tickle his hand.
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"I wonder why," he mumbled sarcastically.
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Sarcastic comments felt like instinct, Nathan showing little care to the notion of possible annoying the other occupant on accident. The mentioning of no bar fights being instigated was a positive, but the vampire did not relax entirely. He still remained in a shady bar with somebody who was a complete stranger. There was still the chance this could end with fists flying or even abilities being invoked to inflict harm. The conversation proceeded, Nathan's eyes shining with interest at the observation followed by a question. While it should have been expected on account of the dog tags, the directness of the inquiry before being provided a name himself was unexpected. There was a slight narrowing of the vampire's eyes as he scrutinized the man alongside their surroundings, his concerns about an ambush lingering in his mind.
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"I am Syndicate, why do you ask?" Nathan asked bitterly.
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The teen's long-standing hatred towards the Assembly of Phantoms resulted in the bitterness of his response. Afterwards, Nathan's eyes flitted around the establishment as an instinctual concern transcended over him. It was nearly impossible to know where members of Zeredah's group were lurking, resulting in a slight nervousness given the number of people in the bar. Well, the hunter could easily dismiss the possibility as mere paranoia, he remained alert to avoid the consequences of letting his guard down.
As Nathan finally gave the answer he'd wanted, Grayson seemed satisfied for the moment. Sipping at his drink, he now eyed the vampire with curiosity, rather than suspicion, knowing full well the look in his eyes from the question. It was clear the other wasn't much a fan of the Assembly, himself. Though that was only natural for a TRS soldier, he was sure there was more to it. "Mm, just making sure I don't have to kill you, after all." He spoke in a serious tone, though playing the ominous statement off with a grin.
"Maybe here isn't the best place to talk, after all." He mused, having seen the other's glance around the room. A shady bar in the outskirts was probably the worse place to discuss things involving the two groups. "I've got questions. You coming?" He asked in a direct manner as he stood from the table, ready to leave. He'd kind of wanted to drink some more, but a chance for information was more important, by far.
"Name's Grayson." He offered, to garner a bit more trust, now that he was sure Nathan wasn't currently a threat to him. "I'm looking to learn more about this town. Crawling with those bastards, from what I can tell. More than I see lurking most places. There a reason for that?"
There was always something frightful about brandishing the TRS title, especially speaking it aloud in an outskirts bar. While Aria Village was where a majority would hide, some still dwelled in the outskirts, waiting to strike unexpected civilians. There were few locations safe from the ears of the Assembly, informants frequently being capable of hiding. Tension settled on Nathan's shoulders, his lack of familiarity with the mysterious man causing numerous concerns to infiltrate his usually calm mind. There were matters that needed attending to at home, and the vampire feared the possibility of being placed into a predicament where he could not handle him. Settling his boyfriend, enforcing the notion of Tristan staying in the house to his parents and providing the beautiful blonde he dated with the attention he deserved. The ominous response resulted in Nathan's brow furrowing as the man grinned. Was this another situation of meeting somebody of similar beliefs? The green-haired teen could not complain over avoiding the possibility of a fight.
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There was a terse nod in response to the notion of the bar not being a safe location to discuss matters of the TRS and Assembly battle occurring. Casually, Nathan grabbed his drink, gulping down the contents as his acquaintance suggested leaving the establishment. The mentioning of questions was slightly concerning, the vampire slowly setting his glass down while his eyes analyzed the other individual. While appearances were deceiving, Nathan was certain his own enhanced speed could work for a getaway should he require it. The hunter rose from his seat, shoving his hands into his pockets in preparation to leave.
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"Fine, but do one suspicious thing and I am bailing," Nathan mumbled out.
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The vampire quietly followed the mysterious individual, his senses alert to the possibility of attack. The offering of the man's name did little to sooth Nathan's concerns, but he continued following nonetheless. There was a lack of familiarity with this Grayson individual, resulting in the rising worries of facing possible attack. As Grayson stated what he desired for knowledge, the hunter's eyes observed their surroundings.
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"I suppose we're just a good target. Lorsette is suffering from criminal activity, so add the pressures of the Assembly and there is a chance of crumbling," Nathan explained quietly. "Plus, Aria Village ain't that far from here."
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The close proximity to the village that swarmed with Assembly members was a probable cause to the intense pressing of terrors on Lorsette. A nearby base of operations made gaining backup easier and furthermore, allowed for the Assembly to organize and attack easily.
Grayson laughed at the mumbled comment, his hands in his pockets as a sign that he wasn't up to anything as he moved to leave the building. He couldn't fault the man for being suspicious, it was the right move in a situation like this. "Criminal activity... You're right about that, this city is a mess." He mused, glancing back at the man. Aria Village... He'd heard that name many times before-- it was the entire reason he'd come to Lorsette. There being a ton of AP members lurking about worked just fine for him, after all. He just had to put extra care in not being recognized by any that might know him. At least until he could find his target...
Still, he knew that going directly to Aria Village would be suicide. He didn't have the leisure to be dying, again. "I see. How long have you been working?" He asked, specifically avoiding saying 'TRS' in case there were any prying ears on the street. He could tell that the other was still on full alert towards him, so he knew he likely wouldn't be getting much information at the time. Still, any little bit would help. At least until Nathan would realize he wasn't planning to attack. But from the look of things, it didn't seem like he would be lowering his guard anytime soon..
Glancing up at the sky, he stared at the empty space of the new moon. If he were still a Lycanthrope, he'd have been holed up inside somewhere. Now that he was unaffected by the lunar cycle, the new moon still managed to keep him on edge, as he was reminded of the danger his brothers were in. "Have you killed any?"
There was a faint lifting of Nathan's brow when the man laughed at his comment. A slight paranoia had already settled over the vampire because of the circumstances of their meeting, although, his situation made him tense. The abrupt meeting of a shady man in an outskirt bar naturally caused suspicion for the teen considering the rumours of some Assembly members hiding on the outskirts of Lorsette. The number was speculated to be few, but nonetheless, it remained nerve-wreaking for the hunter who held numerous burdens on his shoulders. Should he perish from this foolish decision, he feared the consequences his boyfriend would have to face. Slowly, Nathan exited behind the man, taking a final glance back before the door shut behind them. Once freed from the prying eyes of the bar occupants, the green-haired man grabbed his phone and quickly shot a text over to Tristan. He went lengths to send his location in case the blonde wanted to hack nearby security cameras or his phone to track his location. Granting his boyfriend detailed knowledge of his location was always a comfort considering how technology savvy he was.
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There was a brief nod provided to Grayson's statement over the criminal activity, the phone shortly returning to Nathan's pocket. A glance around gave the vampire plenty of information, his night vision cutting through the darkness. Currently, nothing appeared peculiar.
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"Yeah, but it might as well be most of the world now. Everywhere has terrors and Assembly." An annoyed sigh punctuated the vampire's response.
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There was a lack of vagueness in the manner which Nathan spoke because of the reassuring sights brought by his night vision, although, he still kept a thought to caution. In the depths of his pockets rested the vampire's hands, one clutching a small pocket. The discretion was evident on the hunter's face, the subtle poking of his fangs against his lower lip possibly noticed by the more observant. In these sketchy situations, he would refuse to retract the elongated teeth out of concern of ambush; if he was incapable of grabbing the knife, his sharp fangs could easily puncture his lip for purposes of blood manipulation. Despite the questions Grayson asked, Nathan managed to remain alert to his surroundings, watching for suspicious activity.
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"Probably a year or two now," he stated casually.
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As Nathan's eyes surveyed the area, he noticed Grayson's eyes staring towards the sky, resulting in him following suit. Stars covered the black canvas of the sky, the tiny dots taking over the entirety of the sky because of the moon's absence. The sight was beautiful, but the green-haired hunter refused to allow his eyes to linger. Instead, he proceeded down the sidewalk while he waited for Grayson to continue his inquiries. The mentioning of kills caused the vampire to pause, his thoughts taking a moment to wonder how many terrors he demolished and Assembly members he ended. How many was it now? In the beginning, a grief consumed hunter would obliterate anybody associated with the Assembly of Phantoms without hearing a plea. Nowadays, there was the slightest hint of mercy, mostly because of his fellow hunters forbidding him to continue the killing for interrogation purposes.
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"Lost count... They never end and I don't bother counting anymore," the hunter responded with a sigh. "There are always more to replace them anyways."
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The steps forward recommenced, Nathan uncertain of the desired destination of their conversation, but he believed moving to be a better option. Remaining in a single location made him slightly fidgety considering the time and the topic of their conversation. Secretly, the vampire wished he stayed home where he could have spent a delightful evening with Tristan rather than heading out for a paranoia-inducing walk with a stranger.
"Mm, that's true." Grayson agreed with a small shrug as he observed the other. So on edge. He wasn't particularly trying to intimidate anyone at that moment, but he figured the current subject of conversation did tend to have that effect. He'd just wanted to have a casual conversation, but he had to admit, his socialization skills were poor at best. Honestly, the sheer amount of counter-measures the other seemed to be preparing had him wondering if he should have been doing the same. Not that he'd ever really dropped his guard.
The elongated fang poking out against Nathan's lip caught his interest, in particular. Vampire? He wasn't sure if that was enough for confirmation, but it was useful to keep in mind, none-the-less. He kept an even pace, walking next to the other, his gaze eventually falling back to the path ahead of them. Upon the soldier admitting that he'd lost count of his kills, Grayson laughed, unable to help himself. "Well, isn't that ominous." He mused, then falling quiet for a moment.
His expression turning more serious, then, he looked back over towards the other. "Among those... Have you seen any with eyes like these?" He questioned with a gesture towards his own. Even if he wasn't able to see the colors for himself, he knew that his brothers shared his heterochromia, and that it was a rather memorable feature. Though it was rare that the question got any hits. He honestly wasn't sure whether it was a good or bad thing that his brothers seemed to be so deeply hidden in the shadows.
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