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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[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Winter air maintained a cold temperature outside, although, fortunately, Malakai was requested to assist in the ward on account of medic shortage. Despite day-offs being a pleasant time to relax their mind after the stressful situations involved in their occupation. These relaxations were crucial to maintaining proper mental health, but the bespectacled man held a deep desire to assist his fellow TRS agents. Constantly, they would risk their lives to protect the citizens of Lorsette, thus Malakai considered it an honour to assist in the ward whenever they proved to be low on staff. While his skills pertained heavier to fieldwork, the ravenette dabbled in the ward experience due to his self-conscious beliefs about failing the field test, although, he considered the possibility of failure. The sensitivity of his past suggested the primary problem on account of terrors sinking their claws into the victim's fear. Fortunately, he managed to fixate on work during his fieldwork but maintained knowledge over some of the ward assistance.
Once he arrived at the TRS, Malakai paused for a moment to check the time before a soft grin touched his face. As usual, he arrived 15 minutes early, which became an expectation created for himself. People needed assistance and the amount of time would be ample for a briefing about the recent situations inside the ward alongside some questioning about the patients he was expected to assist. These were important factors, but thankfully a majority of ward situations were injury-based on account of it essentially being a hospital for the agents in the TRS. Slowly, Malakai slipped out of the vehicle, the usual medic uniform hugging his body. The usual navy coloured jacket accented with green and dotted with silver text wrapped around his torso, making his affiliation with the TRS obvious through a single glance. In his hands was a brown case with a handle while a bag was carried in the other which contained a spare pair of clothes should; a spare uniform stayed in his work locker.
The walk inside was accomplished with hasty strides, the field medic entering through the heavy double doors of the medical ward. Afterwards, he weaved through the hallways, heading towards the employee locker room. There were patients inside the ward which managed to recognized the bashful medic, most particularly for fieldwork. Some were saved by the efforts of field medics, allowing for the individual in question to remain with their family, unfortunately, Malakai could not stand around to converse; perhaps a fortune considering his social ineptitude. Once the ravenette arrived at the locker room, he quickly left his spare change of clothes inside but maintained a firm grip on the brown case. As a result from his warlock ties, the young man was prone to creating potions himself instead of using the supplies from the medical ward. Under numerous circumstances, his potions proved effect in the healing process, thus the field medic opted to use them unless told otherwise to lesson any strains on medical supplies.
Occasionally, the young man would even offer his potion making skills to the ward considering the importance of medicines. They were crucial to restoring the health of his fellow TRS agents. Once everything inside his locker was properly sorted, Malakai departed from the room, double checking the text stating where he would be briefed today. There were directions to the room, although, Malakai was familiar with the name. While a majority of his years in the TRS was spent working on the field, he managed to learn to navigate the hallways of the medical ward with thorough precision. Since his years being mentored, he was taught brief snippets on the medical ward through sheepishly asked questions; his self-conscious thinking resulted in plenty of those questions being asked. He always imagined himself ending up in the medical ward instead of achieving his objective to become a field medic for the TRS.
He wondered if determination managed to carry him this far, providing him with the sorrowful view of ugly scenes and despicable wounds; nothing about the field was beautiful. There were plenty of incidents of death and witnessing devastating attacks from terrors and Assembly members which murdered the hunters who vowed to serve their lives for Lorsette. Everything was gruesome, and Malakai could only accomplish the objective, focusing on healing the injured in hopes they could survive another day. There were fortunately magically inclined healers mixed in, but the insistence towards only using their magic under circumstances of the grievously wounded patients left a portion being forced to heal naturally. A soft sigh escaped Malakai's lips as he passed several rooms, his eyes wondering and noticing the wounded inside; sometimes he wondered where they gained their bravery. Each day, they left the comfort of their homes knowing the risk was death, but proceeded to accomplish it daily; it was astounding.
Gradually, he managed to arrive at the briefing room, where he slowly opened the door and slipped inside. Once inside, he inched away from the door to avoid being bumped into. The bespectacled man remained standing near the wall, already aware he was not a frequent staff in the medical ward.
Chamomile woke up with a small sigh as her alarm screamed, waking her up and ruining her sleep. She clamped her hand down on the button to silence the thing and swung her long legs over the edge of her bed. There was no light in the room due to the early hour, but this wasn't new for the skinwalker. Ever since she had been promoted in her job she found that she was waking up earlier and earlier in order to get into work and get ahead of everything to make sure that everything was in place and to discus with anybody who was on the night shift.
The rest of the short morning consisted of shuffling around, getting dressed, tying her hair up in a braid and bun, and making some tea to take with her. Chamomile, as fitting for her name, enjoyed chamomile tea. She took the insulated cup filled with the drink and braved to cold on her walk to the TRS headquarters. There weren't many people on the roads, and due to the freezing air, she ended up running for most of the way and getting their much earlier than she had planned to in the end, the sun wasn't even rising yet.
Chamomile entered the medical ward and nodded to the person behind the desk. "How have things been tonight?" She asked as she stopped in front to look at a few of the charts for patients she was more interested in. "It's been fine, slow going, but hopefully that keeps up." The girl behind the counter said. Cami looked up and raised her eyebrows. "I wouldn't hold out hope, we're pretty understaffed today." She stated before leaving to make her way to her office. Once there she sat down with a sigh and started going over the supply stores and putting in orders for anything that was getting lower.
This lasted about an hour before Cami checked the time. She was supposed to be meeting a field medic coming in to fill in some of the missing spots from ward medics taking the day off for one reason or another in about thirty minutes. She looked at the current work she was doing, knowing that if she worked straight through it she could probably finish off the order requests.
Setting an alarm for herself she dipped her head back to her computer and began tapping away. Some gauze for the field medics, some morphine and blankets needed in the ward. Most of the stuff was fine and thus Chamomile usually only had to do orders at the beginning of the week or if something large came in that took up a lot of supplies. She hadn't even finished the order yet before her alarm went off. She sighed and then stood.
Chamomile started to make her way across the medical ward to the room where she was planning on meeting the field medic. Malakai Moors if she wasn't mistaken. Hopefully he wouldn't be like some of the field medics she had met, rash and excitable, looking for action but not wanted to get injured. She held out hope that he would fit into the ward well enough and she wouldn't have to baby him. She turned one corner and then another, nodding to medics and patients she had talked to briefly, although due to the unsettling nature of her skinwalker aura she had never talked to any of them for long periods of time.
Reaching the room easily she entered only to find a man already there. She assumed he was the field medic. "Malakai Moors? I'm Chamomile Vignette, the secondary medic. I appreciate you agreeing to help out in the ward considering the lack of staff we have today." She extended a hand as she spoke, eyeing over the man and trying to gauge his reaction to her and being here. If she could figure out his personality as quick as possible she could figure out the best possible area of the ward to put him in.
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[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Silence filled the room while Malakai awaited the arrival of individual prepared to brief him on where he would be working within the medical ward; he had grown accustomed to the function. There were multiple incidents where the ward needed assistance in his time working with the TRS, thus he became familiarized with both procedures on account of his desire to help. While he went lengths to supply a majority of his own potions and wares to avoid any strains on inventory whenever possible. Quietly, the bespectacled man waited, pushing his glasses up while he analyzed the simple room. Books were mostly contained inside, perhaps records of certain patients or various other healing related topics to assist those who needed more information about specific conditions. There was the table with chairs occupying each table, although, most features were not notable. There was not much to accomplish when somebody was waiting, thus Malakai noted some of the small details of the room, like the white walls with pale blue accents; probably designed to lull patients into a calming state of mind.
While Malakai stood patiently inside the room, he realized how early he arrived, although, was not bothered by the notion. Should there be an emergency during the understaffed day, he could at least be around to assist where needed. Considering the ward's lack of staff, the bespectacled man prayed the day would be pleasantly quiet. There were plenty of jobs where slow days were horrible, but in medical-related ones, it was a blessing; a reassurance everything would be alright. The current state of the world resulted in these quiet moments inside the ward becoming beyond pleasant. Daily, people could be injured and placed inside the medical ward or hospital depending on which facility was closer to their area and how immediately they required care. These days where there was a severe lacking in emergency situations were moments people strived for, Malakai included after witnessing the injured passing through his station before being shipped off here. While it could lead to lengthy, boredom inducing hours, the field medic preferred silence over the constant rush created by fieldwork.
The subtle squeak of the nearby door clued Malakai in on the entrance of another individual. Immediately, his eyes flitted towards the threshold, watching as a woman with ginger hair tied back into a bun. The bespectacled man recognized her, as expected considering she was one of the higher-ups in his unit; he hardly needed an introduction, although, appreciated nonetheless. A brief nod was provided in regards to his name, the bashful man tentatively taking her to perform a greeting handshake. He was evidently nervous, although, from the interaction rather than the radical change of scenery from his usual responsibilities. There was a lack of eye contact, the ravenette instead staring towards the floor opposed to meeting Chamomile's eyes. Slight fidgeting with the handle of the brown case further keyed people into his nervousness; it was a subtle calming method. Socially, Malakai was inept, possessing difficulties in confrontation or holding a proper conversation clear of stumbles, rambles, random pauses or various other traits of anxiety.
"A pleasure to m-meet you," he responded, a bit quiet. "It's not a problem... I've done this before..."
There remained a quietness to his tone, the bespectacled man managing to keep his anxieties fairly tamed, alas, his nerves proceeded to steadily bother him. Gradually, he glanced up briefly to provide a sheepish smile, although, the expression disappeared quickly as Malakai opted to glance away from the secondary medic's eyes. He found himself concerned over his failure in social interactions constantly, although, he could discover pride when he managed to fluently state a sentence. Unfortunately, there were incidents where he struggled to properly word his questions, oftentimes in response to inquiries about his life, even with something as trivial as preferences. He was frightfully self-conscious, resulting in concerns over the opinions people could possibly possess in regards to his attitude or behaviour. While most expected a different personality in field medics, the bespectacled man proved to be an oddity with his anxious attitude and poor social skills; especially considering how skillful he became when tending to those in peril.
[ No worries! I don't mind a little wait since I am prone to being tardy. lol I am only early since I have had a lot of free days lately. c: ]
The walk to the meeting room was quick and relatively unhindered. People tended not to interrupt Chamomile unless it was for something important. She had already given out most assignments long before today so anything of that sort that shouldn't require her attention today. Really all she had to do was oversee Mr. Moors and some of the other patients that she took a particular interest in. Perhaps if he was a people person she couple but him on rounds filling in where some of those who were off would have been in talking to patients.
The man waiting for her in the room was rather tall and nerdish looking. He was taller than Cami in this form and while he did look relatively... nervous, he seemed capable enough at first glance. His dark hair was well kept and he generally looked fairly put together. As she introduced herself she could nearly feel how nervous he was. At the very least he shook her hand politely. The lack of eye contact however was an easy key in to the fact that perhaps he wasn't a hundred percent comfortable here. Cami couldn't tell if that was her aura's fault or another extenuating circumstance.
"A pleasure to m-meet you,"
That stutter was yet another give away to how uncomfortable he was. She considered if this would change once she was gone, thus allowing him to be more calm with the patients or if he was just a nervous person. She hadn't exactly requested an in depth analysis of his personality before asking him to come help out.
"It's not a problem... I've done this before..."
This peaked Chamomile's interest. It would also make her job a lot easier. She had only recently been promoted to Secondary Medic, so perhaps that had happened before she had been instated. Either that or she had just forgotten about it, which would be slightly out of the norm, but she had experienced a lot in her life, so forgetting one man wasn't too much to worry about.
"Wonderful mister Moors. Perhaps you would be so kind as to tell me where you've preferred to work within the ward in the past. I have a few ideas for you, but I would appreciate your input." Chamomile stated as she looked over the man. He was definitely different than she was expecting, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Perhaps she could go through the records and if there were any of the agents he had cared for in the field in today she could assign him to then, that way they would already be acquainted and she wouldn't have to worry about his nervousness being about people rather than her or the area.
She could also have him accompany her on her rounds if that was easier for him, that way she could introduce him to the patients she would need him to care for, make sure he understood how their care was to be administered, and then leave him to it and finish with her paperwork. There was also the option of putting him into assisting some of the other ward medics if they were doing anything that would resemble more of what they did in the field. If Chamomile wasn't mistaken she was fairly certain there was a surgery happening today. She would know better where to put him after she heard his preferences.
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[attr="class","hearmenand2"]Volunteering to assist the medical ward was easy, but Malakai proceeded to struggle in the social aspects of the occupation. While he could hold his own under most circumstances, frequently providing responses with the best he could until he grew comfortable. He was simply more acquainted with the silent, work fixated and tense state of the field where timing was crucial and words could only briefly be exchanged before returning to work. Once their handshake was complete, Malakai withdrew a couple of steps, hands coming together to maintain a tight grip on the kit which contained his potions. He closed his body language, instinctual from his nervous tendencies in conversing with other individuals; he wished he could improve himself in the skill. The bespectacled man remained closed as his hazel eyes glanced around the room, avoiding the gaze of the secondary medic. She was evidently new, although, Malakai had managed to hear the quiet murmurs of people mentioning unit 2 would be receiving a new secondary medic; which was later announced as true.
There were consistent discomfort and wariness during these social situations, especially with people Malakai was unfamiliar with. The bespectacled man could not provide a proper analysis of the woman, although, she proved to be more socially capable and professional than him during this current moment. Breaths became extensive, inhales proceed by slow exhales as the bashful man attempting to gather his thoughts and organize his emotions; he could do better than this! There was a pause when Chamomile inquired about where exactly he desired to be placed.
"Um... well... I... uh... don't have a preference really," Malakai explained shyly. "I just do as told... really... I b-brought my own potions though."
Slowly, Malakai lifted his handle, displaying the case to the secondary medic. She was new to becoming a secondary medic, thus the warlock desired to show he brought his potions. They were well-crafted, the perfectionist working extensively to create these medicines for his patients; he wanted the secondary medic to be aware he could bring his own supplies. There was a moment of thought as the field medic remembered the positions and areas he was oftentimes placed in.
"Hmm... th-they usually place me where unit 2 patients are... or to help the unit 1 l-lieutenant... he can be reckless," Malakai explained. "It's... um... basic tasks..."
Being around those within unit 2 tended to be easier on the young man, especially because of his familiarity, however, the elderly lieutenant of unit 1 was a special case. After assisting numerous times with the man's injuries, they grew to become close friends. He could enjoy the comfort in their interactions, and admittedly, the few compliments the old man provided on occasion; specifically being declared the man's favourite medic. Although, he prayed the lieutenant was not wounded, especially considering he hated seeing how frequently the man would get hurt.
[ omg… I am finally not alone in leaving half-finished posts. I do it so much when I randomly get busy. Also, side note, Foxxy's character Donovan has an alias and is not known by Donovan Beckard yet, so I kept the name vague purposefully. ]
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