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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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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Captured in the expansive blue of the skies above was the yellow orb, radiating sunlight down onto Lorsette. The daily ritual of the sun's return was always expected, the rays trickling through the blinds of Nyla's window, signalling the beginning of the morning. Hastily, the female shifter had prepared herself a few hours prior to dawn for a pleasant jog to keep her athletic body in proper condition. A pair of grey jogging sweats hugged her waist and a large, black hoodie was tugged over the pale pink t-shirt; mornings were usually rather cold. Her hair was promptly tied back into a tight ponytail, locks of blonde hair being tamed by a red ribbon. She descended the stairs, grabbing her red water bottle before heading to the shoe rack to lace up her red running shoes. Smoothly, her fingers weaved the strings together, drawing them tight against her foot before she rose.
Once the door was opened, the activity began with the fox shifter heading down the lane of the small abode she occupied. The jog began shortly, Nyla rounding the corner and finding a suitable pace to arrive at her destination. Automatically, her fox-like ears pricked, scouting the area for possible danger; it became hunter's instinct. After being apart of a variety of battles over the numerous years, the shifter oftentimes found herself going through the procedures of defending herself from ambushes by listening and analyzing the results of her other senses. Her turquoise eyes would flit about, observing and verifying her current location while her sensitive sense of smell sniffed for off-putting scents. The sharpened senses she possessed always assisted her throughout her occupation, granting her faith in their capabilities. Imagining her time without them appeared impossible since they assisted in tracking and detecting, commonly leading to an avoidance of sneak attacks.
The female shifter continued down her regular route, passing a few familiar faces to which she provided a smile and a brief nod. These were the people she desired to protect, the citizens of the wonderful city of Lorsette which became her home after the unfortunate demise of her parents. While she always missed them, she prayed for their life in Purgatory would be satisfactory and that they did not suffer for an extensive period of time. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the blonde's thoughts promptly shifting to her younger sister. The rhythm in her jogging was maintained as she pondered the necessity of her life; Ines still needed her. Despite the hardships, Nyla kept a steady determination knowing her little sister needed to be protected from this horrible world and taught to survive the terrible occurrences.
Naturally, her younger sister was growing up, but Nyla was adamant about being the parental figure she required to grow up happy and healthy. Their lazy aunt and uncle could never successfully raise her incredible sister; in fact, without Nyla, their home would be a disgusting mess. Another corner was turned, the fox shifter entering through the large arches which signalled the entrances to Crow Feather Park. Immediately, her thoughts gradually calmed from her constant fretting over her younger sister as her turquoise eyes glanced around at the beautiful nature spot. A grin touched her features, her jog slowing down to a simple walk as her eyes began admiring the incredible scenery. There were trees that stretched towards the sky, their leaves spiralling down with the arrival of fall. With the arrival of the chilling air, flowers were beginning to wilt, dying before the suffocating cold of fresh snow.
Children scurried around on a nearby play structure, giggling and screaming as they participated in their childish games. A moment of the blonde's time was spent observing them, the young woman releasing a heartfelt sigh at the thought of children of her own; she always wanted a family. The shifter's hands clasped together, Zephyr entering her thoughts and promptly sparking a slight blush followed by a sweet giggle. While Nyla observed the children, shouting abruptly entered the air, the blonde's eyes hastily flitting towards the source. In the far corner of the park was a small, black creature swiping towards a surprised man who had merely been walking down the stone path. The blonde's eyes narrowed, her hunting experience allowing for her to recognize the creature as a pipsqueak, a feat eater type terror. While they were not extremely dangerous alone, they could result in some nasty cuts and bruises should somebody be reckless.
Instinctively, Nyla turned away from the playground, running forward, her water bottle being dropped because of the sudden pursuit. From the depths of her sweater pocket, she procured a small pocket knife. While the weapon appeared pathetic compared to her usual daggers, Nyla knew it would be satisfactory for the job. Once the distance was closed, the female hunter sharply kicked the creature away from the poor individual.
"Get back a bit, these little guys can make some nasty cuts," Nyla informed the stranger.
Instantly, her eyes fixated on the terror which had been forced to backpedal from her abrupt kick. The knife was grasped tightly in her hand, the shifter possessed a calm expression despite the possible danger about to ensue. Due to the sudden commotion, a few other individuals glanced towards where the fight would shortly occur.
Jester was out and about doing some stuff that was required of him. Which was mostly checking in with some people at the HQ before leaving for the day, despite it being morning. He spent all night at the HQ catching up on his work.. After all he hasn't had a day off in like a couple months. So he thought it might be a great day to just to skip out on any responsibilities he had. He knew there was no real off day for a general of the most powerful organization in the world. Which is why he mostly took the damn job. He was tired of waiting for his precious god to talk to him again. Damn Thanatos going to sleep. The poor reaper missed the god's voice a lot. After all he did talk to the god a lot during the war being the god's right hand man and all. As he made his way through the streets as he stopped in front of a candy shop. "It's my lucky day." he said as his eyes sparkled a little bit as there was deal going on for a bag of sweets for really cheap. As he walked in the store and spent a good twenty minuets just picking out all the sweets. If he lived at the HQ, he would have legit bought the entire store. But unfortunately he has his own place that requires bills to be paid. As he walked out of the shop with a gigantic bag he was holding in one arm. The other one already as sweet in it as he bit down on the rapper and ripped it off as he sunk his teeth into the sweet. Jester is an odd ball. Since being alive, well dead for so long. His sense of taste has been quite altered and all he really taste now is candy because of all the sugar inside of it, it mostly because he has been alive for so long that his taste buds just got sick of regular food.
He looked across the shop at the park and shrugged. "Might as well enjoy the day right?" he said to himself as he started to walk into the park. It must be odd for the people walking past him. A full grown man in a white suit with a huge bag of sweets. Might be a red flag for some people. But Jester didn't care what others thought. He was true to himself through and through. As he continued into the park he heard some commotion up ahead. Being the curious person he was he decided to sneak to see what it was all about. As he got behind a tree as people ran past him. He peered to the left of the tree looking to see what was going on.
As he looked around the tree taking the last bite of his sweet bar, he saw a terror. "Of course right. Do these things ever rest. Or at least not do anything so I can have a day off." he said bitterly as he looked at it. Luckily it wasn't too much of a threatening one. As he heard a voice from someone to say back up. The tree must be blocking his view of the stranger saying this. So he turned to the right side of the tree to see a blonde woman with a knife in her hands. With fox or wolf like ears and tail... As his memories started to flip through the reports of all the members. Until his memory stopped at a page. Nyla of unit 1. "Huh." he said as he slyly smiled for a second before coming out of his hiding spot "Poor humans being so weak" he said to himself. As he walked over with a hand in his pocket the other still holding onto the bag of sweets. He looked at all of the people either running away or hiding. Not that it would matter as the thing would be dead in a couple of seconds.
As he walked right behind Nyla and put a hand onto of her head. "Good thing you were here so no one got hurt. He said to her with his hand still on her head like he was giving her praise. Even though it probably shear luck she was here to meet the terror. "Hold this for me sweetie." he said as handed the bag to her. As he glance behind him as he started to walk. Looking at the hunter, she must be out on a morning jog or something before heading in. She must be curious to why he was here anyway. As the terror seemed to start to make some sounds to warn the reaper not to get closer. As Jester peered back at the terror. As the aura around him started to twist and turn and become all distorted. Almost evil in fact, Nyla being a hunter and with her instincts would probably be afraid and telling her to run away from Jester, or at least be creeped out by what Jester was doing. His aura that usually all bubbly and happy. Turned black with hatred and blood lust. It was almost as if the air around him grew heavier, as the terror just stopped making it's noises and just stood there. It was frozen in fear as some would say. As Jester got close enough to it he took out a small dagger and pierced the terror in the head as it dropped dead. As he looked at the hideous thing for a moment. Before squatting down and taking his dagger out. "Poor guy never stood a chance." he said without emotion as he cleaned his dagger off on the dead body of the terror.
As he stood up and turned around he started to smile. "Thanks Nyla for holding that." he said as he walked up in front of her as he reached into the bag grabbing a chocolate bar and pealing it back and munching down on it. "You can have one if you want. There is plenty. The candy store was having an aaaaaamazing deal." he said with a slight chuckle before taking another bite. As he just looked at the girl with a mouth full of sweets like a little kid...which in all reality he acts like one.
With narrowed eyes, Nyla's gaze fixated onto the small black creature who slowly recovered from the sharp kick. The pipsqueak's eyes glanced around, eventually landing on the fox shifter who kicked it. A hiss escaped the terror's mouth, the creature clearly displeased with the current situation. The blonde's ears remained pricked, her glare standing as she maintained a tight grip on her pocket knife. Even the meager pipsqueaks could be problematic should somebody recklessly took action without maintaining some precaution. While some would be terrified of any form of terrors, Nyla's breaths remained even as she focused, her heartbeat remaining regular as she observed the creature. The sounds of a few retreating footsteps down the concrete and the shouts of frightened parents beckoning their children from where they played filled the park. A single sighting of these heinous spawns easily sparked fear in the hearts of numerous citizens.
After a while, the female shifter's senses remained trained on the small black creature as it stood, claws prepped to attack her. The situation's tenseness increased, the female hunter's knuckles turning pale as her thoughts rushed through a plan of attack, however, she avoided attempting to determine the terror's movement. On the battlefield, opponents were unpredictable, thus the shifter prepared herself for anything that occurred. Before the blonde could advance on her target, her mind prepped for the oncoming battle, a hand touched her head. The action startled the shifter, her turquoise eyes flitting towards the person who suddenly decided to touch her head. Suddenly, her heartbeat increased tenfold from the unexpected touch, the shifter believing somebody affiliated with the Assembly managed to ambush her. Her glare remained as she prepared to attack whatever decided to lay a hand on her, the woman is far into attack mode.
The advancement of her pocket knife ceased as instincts were wheeled by the blonde's sense of judgement. Immediately, her eyes widened as she recognized the unique appearance of the TRS general. The knife was pulled back, Nyla staring at the purple-haired man with a surprised expression on her face. Naturally, General Jester had gained infamy among the Lorsette branch of TRS agents, as expected for somebody who assisted in numerous affairs of the TRS. Furthermore, the man himself was rather strange, evident by the suspicious clothing and a large bag of candy which made the blonde theorized the concern on the parts of citizens. The spike in the woman's heart rate was maintained as her concerns about accidentally threatening her general in the heat of a battle with a mere pipsqueak entered her mind; she should have paid more mind to her surroundings, but somebody bothering her in the instant was unexpected.
"G-general?" She mumbled out in surprise. "What in the name of Akari are you doing here?"
The general's hand remained on her head, the shifter's ears folding back in slight annoyance. This apparent appraisal felt rather belittling to Nyla, but she held her tongue. Technically, Jester was her superior which meant there was little the blonde could do than begrudgingly take the appraisal while wearing a sheepish smile. The unexpected arrival of her general was peculiar, the hunter wondering how the busy man managed to receive a vacation day while the persistent efforts of the Assembly of Phantoms existed. When the large sack of candy was handed to her, Nyla was forced to have her other hand occupied, her left hand holding tightly onto the bag while her tight kept hold of her pocket knife. A soft sigh escaped her lips, inaudible to the citizens who curiously watched the spectacle.
A few fluent movements of her dexterous fingers allowed her to close the blade of her pocket knife smoothly and returned it to the pocket of her sweater, her turquoise eyes shortly focusing on her general who approached the terror. Suddenly, a blackening pit of fear began developing in her gut, the shifter's ears pressing against her head. Concern clouded her face, every instinct screaming at her to flee as her legs began to tremble slightly, but she stayed her ground. There were few concepts that resulted in this intense of fear, but none were evident in the instance. Truthfully, there was nothing to be frightened of, but the pressing sensation of terror continued to torment the blonde as her turquoise eyes remained fixated on Jester; the strengthening of the emotion arrived from him. Logic was blurred, Nyla being forced to use a majority of her willpower to remain planted, her hand tightly holding the bag of sweets despite the slight tremble.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end while her tail attempted to wide between her legs out of concern. Inside the blonde's chest, her heart was thumping against her rib cage in pure fear. The dagger her general held was plunged into the terror and removed, shortly cleaned before the pipsqueak disintegrated to mere dust. Afterwards, the peculiar sensation disappeared and the fox shifter's body slowly eased as she took extensive breaths to calm herself. When the general turned around to provide a smile, Nyla found it oddly off-putting after the intense sensation of fear that transcended her. The child-like attitude of her Jester as he provided thanks, even going lengths to use her first name as he returned to snatch a chocolate bar from the bag of sweets and promptly offered her some. Unfortunately, the temptation to indulge in some sweet delights was lost after the sudden terror spell.
"Um... no thanks," she responded.
Witnessing the display was peculiar, the fox shifter wondering how the child-like general managed to spark such an intense fear. Rarely, would things manage to frighten Nyla, especially after years of courageously serving the TRS and fighting the monstrosities that attempted to use her fears against her. This would definitely require researching once the chance was provided, but currently, the blonde was attempting to resolve a way to begin a conversation with her mysterious general. However, the terror spell still left a shock on her mind, resulting in a few moments being required to sort her previously panicked thoughts.
Jester munched down on the bar as he looked like a little kid happily stuffing his face with the sweet taste of candy. Despite being the general of military force, Jester has stayed the same. Always carrying that child like nature of his even to this day. Going back a thousand years he was still the same just a bit less childish, more obsessed with learning how to get his beloved god to come back so he has purpose. Now a days he just talks to the god to ease himself without him. After all his god gave him purpose after reviving him. But still being alive for more than two thousand years gives you some experience with fear after all. Hence how his spell was so strong. Even to the most cold hearted of foes, his fear induction would still make them think twice before stepping towards the general. Weaker willed creatures sometimes just flat out died due having a heart attack due to experiencing that much fear. Jester sure was an enigma after all, so being all over place with how he carries himself helped in the fact it was hard to probably read the reaper, or tell what he was thinking. Which made it easier for him to do what he wanted.
Plus it helped that he hated this damn world more than anything and wished everyone could just live their life without killing or at least without war. Hence why he accepted the job as general when it was offered to him. That way he could end this damn thing sooner or later. As he looked at the blonde girl. "You sure, they are suuuuuuuper gooood." he said with a smile and a bit of a mouth fill as he tried to entice the girl to eat some candy. It was more fun sharing with others in his opinion.
As he looked around as most people had either fled the scene or are still hidden. Mostly from experiencing Jester's ability. As he then focused back on one of his soldiers. "So what are you doing way out here. Don't you have to report soon?" he said as he tilted his head a bit in confusion, as he looked at his watch to see what time it was. Jester may be the one to try and skip out on his work and everything because it got too boring sitting around doing paper work. But he did hate when his own men and women were late or tried to skip out. It was pretty contradictory but he had the right to be since he was the highest rank one can achieve.
As the intense emotions of fear began to dissipate, Nyla could only continue to stare in shock. The childish general of the Lorsette TRS branch managed to bring forth an immense fear by his mere presence; it almost felt impossible. Unfortunately, the verdict was confirmed considering the species of the peculiar man. Reapers were renown for inducing fear, although, the fox shifter had never felt the sensation of it reaching such intensities. Thus, the blonde maintained caution as she stood in front of her general, watching him munch on the sweets inside the large white bag. There was a faint nervous twitch to her tail, a mere sway which could be easily mistaken for impatience. The fox shifter's ears stayed attentive as a result of o the intense fright prior; it was an instinct that surfaced from her animalistic side.
While the generous offering of delicious sweets remained, the blonde refused to accept any sugary foods. A majority of her body was recovering from the fearful spell a few moments prior, but the fox shifter's stomach remained disturbed from the previous events. What occurred was not enjoyable as a horror movie to Nyla, instead, was rather unsettling to watch because of the involvement of her general. The man who she worked beneath as a hunter possessed the power to wreak havoc on her nerves, generating terror in a matter of moments. This was somebody Nyla preferred to keep her precious Ines away from; her sister did not deserve to become a victim to the fearful spell.
"I'm fine, I already ate breakfast," she responded, providing a sheepish smile. "Left right after I finished, so I am alright."
At the mentioning of heading to work, Nyla lifted a brow. She had booked the day off with intentions to spend some quality time with her little sister and perhaps even glance over some apartment advertisements. The fox shifter still needed to evacuate herself and Ines from her uncle and aunts, the odds looking better considering Ines was getting older and learning some independence; or at least, enough that Nyla could leave her home alone for a few hours.
"I don't work today... I took the day off since I needed to spend time with my sister," Nyla answered. "I switched it with another hunter, so I work tomorrow instead."
Afterwards, Nyla attempted to hand the bag of sweets back to Jester, her eyes surveying the area momentarily. A majority of citizens had fled, leaving the park empty with the exception of a few who decided to hide. The area had become the complete opposite of what it was when Nyla first arrived while on her morning jog. The noise was limited, making the location appear rather eerie despite the fact it was light out. There were usually people filling the park at this time, thus the sudden contrast made it peculiar and freaky.
Jester kept eating the bar in his hand as he took the bag from the shifter. Jester was most definitely an oddball if you can even call him that. The man was borderline a sociopath. The ability to make connection with others while not batting an eye to kill. It was most definitely an oddity that he was even given the general position with the way he acts. But then again he does most of his killing in secret with not a soul around to see the ways he kills. But still being the general of a military type organization with the man power on par with a military was a scary thing to put into the Reapers hands.
Jester listened to the blonde girl as he noticed her body language, stiff, her ears all attentive, and a sudden tail wag. Being the man he is and with how long he has lived, he has picked up on how to read the body language of people. It was a great skill to have none the less. But sometimes he did misuse the skill. As she told him she switched with another so that she could take the day and spend time with her sister. Which was always a good thing to take breaks. Being stuck at work sucks even more when you know you don't have that much time off to recharge your batteries or to spend time with loved ones. Hence why Jester skips out on a lot of work and leaves it to his assistance. It was an easy trade, go do something he wants and they have to do a lot of the paper work except the classified files he has to look over.
Jester leaned down a bit and put a hand on her shoulder. "Well you should enjoy the day off." he said to her as he was now eye level with the shifter. He doesn't remember ever being this close to her before. But she could probably see just how dead his eyes looked. His eyes looked like a dead fish but just with just a green tint to them. It was unsettling for some to look him in the eyes with the way they were. As he looked at the girl, "There's no need to be afraid my sweet child. I won't touch your sister as long as you keep working hard for me." he said with a smile, a fake one at that. Behind his playful tone there was a hint of sinisterness behind his voice. He wasn't making a threat, more like a promise. Plus if she said anything about his power, and how strong it is, which he likes to keep a secret because he could be tossed out of his position with the higher ups knowing he has a skill that just induces fear as strong as he can. With that kind of power he could turn the TRS into his own little toy. Which is why he doesn't use it that much. And when he does he usually makes the person that saw it promise that they will never tell like he is doing now with Nyla.
The longer the conversation proceeded, the more Nyla's dislike of the general began to increase. From what the female shifter could see, he completely lacked seriousness and appeared to merrily wander through life without heeding the dire situation. The nonchalant manner of which he approached, handling the situation with a frightening calmness about him. While those were the trademarks of an excellent hunter, the blonde could not condone the lack of seriousness and the fear sparked in the hearts of other park dwellers. There was no subtly to the situation, the citizens who witnessed the situation would be left terrified of their general and possibly hesitant to work alongside the TRS. While some would fearfully obey his every command, others would rebel and refuse their cooperation in even the direst of the situation, thus the blonde's disdain towards her general's attitude.
There were certain manners required for more delicate problems, the female shifter believing it could have been better handled without the use of an intense fear inducement. The citizens could have smiled, found the TRS to be heroic souls truly here to defend them rather than be frightening soldiers like the Assembly of Phantoms. What furthered Nyla's dislike of Jester were the rumours of his abrupt absences from the TRS because he decided to skip work. There were times where the blonde believed the TRS functioned on miracles because of the unconcerned behaviour of the general. When the female hunter imagined a general, she imagined somebody serious and mature who thought carefully about situations, not somebody who acted akin to a young child. The female shifter would not risk challenging Jester's command, but she would frown upon his behaviour because of her personal beliefs; nobody could shame her for it should she still accomplish her job, right?
The shifter's body stiffened more when her general's hand touched her soldier, her eyes slowly wandering up to his. There she noticed his peculiar eyes, the dead appearance they held. Merely noticing them made Nyla's stomach churn slightly since they suggested an unsympathetic soul lived within the body. In a sinister, albeit, playful tone arrived the words which caused the blonde's fur to bristle as anger came over her. A glare settled onto her brow, her motherly instincts resulting in her abruptly pulling away from Jester. Due to her species, Nyla's motherly nature was fierce, similar to an animal who has to defend their children from the frightening world around them. A low growl rumbled from the fox shifter's throat, the blonde despising the sinister threat towards her precious little sister who she worked tirelessly to protect.
"If you touch her, my loyalty to the TRS is gone," she growled. "I will only work if my sister is safe."
Afterwards, the blonde turned away from the general, displeased by his attitude towards her. Promptly, she returned to the sidewalk, only sparing a single glance back towards the purple-haired general. A glare remained in her eyes, the shifter's face for once void of any smiles or sympathies. It was extremely rare for Nyla to become mad at another individual, but threatening her sister was a sensitive spot; Ines was the only remaining member of her direct family.
"Farewell, General Jester," she stated coldly, but professionally.
Shortly, Nyla began jogging down the sidewalks of the park, heading towards home because of the threat towards her younger sister. As she moved, the blonde fished her phone from the depths of her pocket, shooting Ines a quick text stating to stay away from the TRS general. After hearing those threats, the fox shifter would forbid her younger sister near the TRS general unless she was present; trust was broken from those words.
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