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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This was his time off, he sighed in relief he had been busy all day today. His red eyes scanned his surroundings. He sighed in relief he always feared that he might get one of those apprentices to teach. That would be a pain in the ass, plus it wouldn't be fun. He'd leave that to the younger medics. Well it was time for him to leave, hopefully nothing would screw up while he was going out the door. The medic growled as another medic came running by, these kids were dumbasses they wouldn't need to run if they were on time. Or they could just take their time, they would disturb the penitents by running down the halls like that. His eyes narrowed, or they could become one of those stupid field medics. He then started walking down the hallway, "Ugh...this is frustrating, I got to be in at 4 a.m. tomorrow" he muttered to himself. Some people thought this was a fulfilling job, they were morons he had seen a lot of people die, ever since he became a full time ward medic. People died, and people needed to accept that, some of the younger medics were traumatized by it. He had failed a lot of people who considered him allies, they died due to him not being able to use magic, and people needed to realize you couldn't save everyone. There was no such thing as a cure all, he had seen enough people die in the medical ward to know that.
A long day on scene at a particularly difficult mission had exhausted the young, field medic known as Malakai. The gruesome scene had left his uniform with numerous bloody splotches that would have to be cleaned once he returned home. For a moment, he was thankful he always left a spare change of clothes at the TRS headquarters for situations similar to this; nobody enjoyed seeing a bloody field medic after all. The an was forced to spend a few minutes in the washroom giving his hands and face a quick wash. Due to the blood, the sink's once pristine water turned an ugly shade of reddish brown while the muck was rinsed from the field medic's pale hands. Despite the scrubbing, Malakai knew he could still carry the distinctive scent of blood; he would have to properly shower when he returned home.
Once cleaned up, some quick addressing was taken to the small cut left on the field medic's cheek. It had been created from a terror that had gotten too close to the patients and himself. Although, it was shortly executed for attempting a meager kill of the injured. A small coating a salve was laid atop the wound in order to vanquish any infections that remained in the cut. When Malakai completed that task, he placed a small band-aid over the scratch in case it began bleeding again. Afterwards, the field medic left the washroom wearing a navy button up short sleeve and a pair of lightly coloured blue jeans. Within his left hand he held a bag which contained his filthy uniform alongside the kit that held the remainder of his supplies. A slow walk was taken down the hallway; his tired body ached in protest. Perhaps taking several missions in row alongside promising to make batches of potions for the other medics was not a good idea.
As it currently stood, he was paying for the pile of work he placed upon his shoulders. Potion making drained his magic, while being out on the field required some energy to keep his patients safe and alive and adding having to dodge or defend himself from the odd terror did leave some weariness. The young man's shoulders slumped a bit while he walked, one of his pale hands pushing his glasses up to rub his eyes. That was when he felt a high speed individual bump into him, knocking him down immediately. Glasses were knocked away, skidding across the hallway floor, leaving Malakai practically blind. First, his brown eyes glanced down the hallway watching the hurrying medic's blurry form sprint away. An annoyed sigh escape the ravenette's lips as his eyes searched desperately for his glasses, hands patting the ground. One thing was certain, Malakai had to find his glasses before somebody broke them, unless they were already broken. The black frames and thick lenses were durable, but one strong step and they would crack and break.
Soon, Malakai was biting his lower lip as he began to search more frantically for his eye wear. Without his glasses, the ravenette would definitely not be able to drive home safely and Malakai knew his father was working late; disturbing him to ask for an awkward ride home sounded horrible. There was a worried look coming across the field medic's face, how far had they slid away?!
"Where are they? Where are they?" Malakai murmured quietly.
The ravenette searched around his bag before extending his search, eyes looking around hopelessly for his precious glasses. Distress was evident on his face while he crawled around in desperate search for his glasses with worry that they may get broken. There were footsteps approaching, but Malakai was far too busy trying to search for his spectacles. Today did not seem keen on giving the young medic a break quite yet.
Bellamy glared as a fool tripped over, and was searching for his glasses like a dork. "You know if you are not careful those will get broken right, are you an idiot or something" Bellamy rhetorically asked his fellow medic. Wait of course he was everybody but him was basically an idiot, so now he was just watching in mild enjoyment. "C'mon there right in front of your left hand, this is just sad it's almost like you need glasses that are actually fitted to your face Velma" he said to the other man referencing a cartoon that he watched as a child. He enjoyed teasing other medics, it was one of the few things that brought him joy. He brushed his hand through his hair. His frowned then deepened, this stopped being entertaining. He then pinched the bridge of his nose, it was like he was surrounded by morons.
Desperation was clear as Malakai's hands drifted across the smooth tiles. As it currently stood, he felt ridiculously blind and would not have doubted that he looked it. Soon enough he was chewing his bottom lip while he searched, the field medic wished that mysterious person had not crashed into him. As the footsteps drew nearer, Malakai failed to notice as he kept feeling around for his spectacles; they were far more important than somebody seeing him appearing as a blind fool. When the voice spoke, the ravenette squeaked as he got startled by the sudden rude words. For a moment, his brown eyes looked at the blurry figure that could not be deciphered without his glasses. Either way, the mysterious man had dashed his confidence as he realized how stupid he was losing his glasses.
"I-i know. I just... well... somebody b-bumped into me. S-so I... um... fell and m-my glasses fell too..." Malakai mumbled quietly in his embarrassment despite the question being rhetorical.
Truthfully, Malakai felt slightly intimidated after the criticism; perhaps this man was merely having a bad day? It was possible this other man was merely grumpy after a terrible work day. After a few moments, Malakai returned to searching for his spectacles in hopes that he could finally see. When the man gave him directions to his glasses, the ravenette had hope as his hand brushed against them; maybe this guy was not so bad. That was quickly slashed at again when he was informed on how it was sad, but the cartoon reference made it seem more lighthearted, slightly that is. Quickly, the field medic grabbed his glassed and placed them back onto his face. The once blurry vision grew more refined, sharpening due to the aid of the spectacles. With a sigh of relief, Malakai then spared a glance up at the man who assisted him. His hair was white, and he bore red tattoos on his face and by the looks of it he was medic as well. That was when the field medic noticed the stranger's frown deepen and him pinch his nose; was he disappointed in him?
In a moment of shyness, Malakai looked away, just seeing the expression was discouraging him. A glance was taken towards his bag, he should probably pick that up before somebody tripped over it. Slowly, the field medic rose and grabbed the strap of his bag in silence before a momentary glance was taken to the person who assisted him.
"Umm, th-thank-you for t-telling me where my glasses... were..." The words were said awkwardly, carrying an anxious tone of voice.
The bashful man refused to make eye contact with the stranger, after the remarks the white haired man made towards him there was little chance he would risk it. Malakai already possessed the difficulty of eye contact, and the fact the man made rude comments did not assist the manner remotely.
So he got bumped into and lost his glasses, that was kind of lame. Then he thanked him for telling him were his glasses were. "Right well then who exactly are you I've never seen you in the medical ward" Bellamy asked though it came out as a command, like a superior officer talking to a junior officer. Bellamy red eyes pierced the bespectacled man. He needed to make sure the idiot wasn't an intruder. He glared, there was no way this kid could be a medic maybe he was an intruder, he was way to nervous for Bellamy's liking. "Are you off duty or just coming in"? Bellamy asked. His red eyes scanned over the bespectacled man, he was to nervous to even make on him, was he a man or a mouse, no there was no way he could be an intruder, he was to shy. This person could at least look at someone when addressing someone. Bellamy then brushed his hand through his white hair, though it stayed in it's spiky form.
It never occurred to Malakai how suspicious he looked without his uniform on, but most people had a vague idea to his occupation. When the other man mentioned never seeing him in the medical ward, the tone gave Malakai a bit of a fright. It gave the impression of higher authority and not to mention the manner of which the stranger glared at him made the field medic feel small. Bashfully, Malakai looked down at his shoes for a few moments; he could not meet that glare. The glare was frightening to the young medic and felt as though it was piercing him.
"I-i don't work in the ward. I am... a... uh... field medic," he explained. "M-my name is Malakai Moors."
Immediately, Malakai flinched at his horrible introduction; it made it sound as though he did not possess the skill to be a field medic. Yet, it was difficult to get a sentence out considering how intimidated the young man felt in the current situation. In all honesty, the ravenette wanted to escape the current scenario due to how frightening he found the white haired stranger. If this stranger was indeed having a bad day like Malakai theorized then he preferred the concept of leaving the mysterious man to recover from it in peace. When the next question came, the shy medic spared a glance before his eyes returned to the his feet.
"I-i finished my job a l-little while ago. I... um... just w-w-wanted get changed before hand since... well... people w-wouldn't like s-seeing the blood," Malakai explained.
Out of nervousness, the field medic began biting his lower lip in an attempt the to calm himself. This was definitely one of those moments where he hated being so shy. It always created awkward conversations akin to this one where would constantly stutter or pause in his sentences for no particular reason. Ultimately, it gave some people the impression that he was spineless wimp and likely a poor excuse for a field medic despite the fact he could gain confidence while working; it was like magic how suddenly he could change from shy to brave. One of Malakai's arms reached over to the other, allowing him to rub his own forearm in an attempt to create a calmness for himself. Usually, he only rubbed his arm when extremely nervous since it sometimes assist in soothing his anxious emotions.
Malakai huh, and he was a field medic, He blinked now this was good a man who could barely speak was a field medic. "Well I don't think people would care if you were covered in urine as long as you save their lives, don't you?" the question was sarcastic obviously. Bellamy smiled though the smile was bitter, he guessed that the kid had some backbone, or else they wouldn't let him be part of the TRS. "I'm Bellamy Maximillian a Ward Medic" Bellamy introduced himself, with his bitter smile going back to his normal frown.
Intimidated was how Malakai felt about this stranger who seemed keen on criticizing him constantly. The anxiety that the field medic felt when speaking with people was increasing tremendously while he conversed with this impertinent man. He found himself incapable of properly speaking, especially with the manner the ward medic treated him. The bashful man's lacking of self-confidence only made the conversation worst since he was also easily discouraged. When the next piece of criticism came, Malakai's shoulders drooped a little more at the sarcastic comment. The white haired man had never seen him working, but it still stung the shy boy nonetheless. There was no answer that the field medic could think of, he was lost for words. Few people would outright criticize him; in fact he was fairly certain most pitied him for his pathetic social skills.
People had informed Malakai that he was almost a different person on the field, but it was almost as though all those memories faded when his confidence got dashed by the stranger. In response to the criticism, the bashful man began wringing his hands while chewing his lower lip. Eye contact was completely adverted, the field medic opting to look towards the tiles as though they could assist him in finding courage. That was where the bashful man's gaze remained as the stranger introduced himself as Bellamy.
The sheepish male wanted to leave the scenario, but that would be rude. He began praying that the ward medic would decide to leave him alone and head off to accomplish more important things. Either way, the field medic desired to escape this awkward situation he had been plunged into before he got upset or lacked confidence completely.
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