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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Tristan had suggested the knife training but wasn't completely comfortable with the idea of welding a weapon in general. If only Nathan knew about his suggestion, there might be words on the subject of learning how to use arms in general. He had been told to meet in the gym at a set time, but because Nathan had to go to work he had found himself here early. It wasn't like he had anything else to do and he didn't want to be at home alone just to travel alone, so here he was. He hadn't bothered texting Brasti to inform him that he had come in early, figuring that his mentor had better things on his plate right now. Speaking of his mentor, he was curious on what he looked like since he hadn't met him just yet.
So he would pull out his phone, having left his lap top at home, to hack into the TRS data base to try and look up his mentor. Who knows, maybe he would see his mentor before they had been formally introduced and get a chance to see him in action. If not, his mentor would once more likely notice how good he was at hacking. Not trying to bother you, so if you happen to not notice me.... That would be all the better. He thought to himself as he searched up Brasti, his goal to get at least a photo ID.
Apprenticing was never a difficult job to accomplish in Brasti's opinion, especially considering it essentially involved bossing some young individual around for a few hours before retreating back to the office. The basic introduction was already completed with brilliance after verifying if the rumours about Tristan Anderson, a recent recruit, were truthful. There were claims the blond was a marvellous hacker, those beliefs being informed in sticky notes left on his desks; a few threatening pieces of information could go incredible lengths to gain the data he desired. A few blackmailing threats on some scouts and those who created the folders about the various TRS members allowed the demon a broad scope on his fellow agents. While the tactics were dirty, they proved to be rather effective on most occasions; he adored having those dirty little secrets. Gradually, time progressed as Brasti flicked through cameras, searching for Assembly of Phantoms members to report, or more specifically, affiliates of the Dark King under the request of the unit one lieutenant.
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Eventually, he would be expected to abandon his office in favour of finally teaching Tristan some self-defence skills so he could survive on the field, should he be called to it. Personally, Brasti believed the boy faired better flicking through cameras and hacking for information related to the Assembly of Phantoms opposed to scouting for terrors in person; he definitely held the skills for it. A soft sigh escaped the demon's mouth as he rose from his chair, adjusting his sunglasses as his open hand proceeded to shut down the variety of computers and monitors. The time arrived to head down to the gymnasium; Brasti preferred to remain punctual whenever possible. The ancient man left his office, locking the door behind him before strolling down the headquarter's hallways to head towards the training centre. Similar to his fellow scouts, Brasti wore the navy and black colours accented by a deep, rich blue on his uniform which possessed no alterations; he preferred to avoid wasting his time on altering a perfectly fine uniform.
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As he walked towards the training centre, his phone dinged, notifying him of any hacking attempts on the TRS systems; he kept careful monitoring of the information. A smirk touched the dark-haired man's face as he recognized the IP code, finding it rather humourous Tristan would be attempting to hack again. Immediately, Brasti pulled open an application on his phone, defending the information from the hacking attempt. As he accomplished the task, the demon casually walked out the doors of headquarters, heading to the second building which was the training centre. The demon pushed through the double doors, promptly navigating the familiar hallways he memorized before opening the doors to the gymnasium, where he ceased the return fire, placing his phone into his pocket. There was no dire information in his files, just mere facts he was willing to provide.
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"My, my, it appears we have a troublemaker," he teased. Instead of introducing himself, Brasti walked towards the weapons closet. "Now, you said guns and knives for training, right?"
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Introductions felt unnecessary considering Tristan could not easily hack into the limited information on Brasti's file to discover any basic information he desired. Slowly, the demon grabbed the various items from the weapons' cabinet, all of which were meagre replicas provided for training purposes. He set out a gun and a variety of knives before fetching the target from the back to properly set it up.
Tristan had attempted to hack into Brasti's profile with the intent of trying to figure out what he looked like. It came as no surprise when his hacking attempt failed, but it hadn't stopped him from trying to bypass anyway. He was still on his phone when the double doors had been pushed open before Brasti had walked in. He glanced up when he heard the comment before looking back towards his phone. It wasn't like the guy had introduced himself as his mentor, he just claimed him to be a troublemaker and had reason to be in the gym too, though the likely hood of this being his mentor was a higher chance then not. "Yes." He answered, keeping the comment vague, seeing as if this wasn't his mentor, he would just assume that he managed to get Tristan to believe. It wasn't like he was lying, he had told his mentor about it, now the real question would be if this was in fact Brasti or not.
He continued his hacking, expecting to get some sign that this was in fact Brasti that was standing in front of him. It seemed only fitting to continue trying since it seemed to him that Brasti was busy setting up their training anyway. Though he wasn't able to get into Brasti's file, he had come to realize something very interesting about the guy he had reported to his mentor and well, the guy standing before him. "Interesting thought." He answered before sending Brasti a text message of a picture of Xander. "Wouldn't you agree?" If Brasti hadn't figured out his reason before, he would tell him. "You look awfully familiar, wouldn't you agree?" Nobody needed to know what the text had on it, Brasti would get the hint from the text and his out loud comment. "So your Brasti, a pleasure to meet you." He answered, almost as if he had won. Now this guy had a choice, admit to being Brasti or leaving so his mentor could take over, it would be this guy's choice though, since he hadn't managed to see his file before Brasti had showed up.
The vague response Tristan provided him resulted in Brasti chuckling as he passed. It was evident his apprentice had not accessed his files quite yet to realize he would not be scolded. Fortunately, this would make training more amusing for the demon, especially considering the manner which the blond reacted to him initially. There was no hesitation as Brasti prepared setting up the equipment for their weapons training and perhaps a quick scout mission to provide Tristan with a proper introduction to the dangers of being near terrors. Gradually, the old, wooden target was propped onto its legs until it was "sturdy"; the poor elderly target appeared to struggle in sturdiness. The weapons were brought some distance from the rickety old target, the demon glancing over them carefully before setting them on the ground. There were a variety of ranged weapons he wanted Tristan to attempt first before they switched gears to more hand-to-hand combat tactics which would involve melee knives. From his current distance, he could still hear Tristan speak, prompting for Brasti to glance over until he heard the ringing of his phone.
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Promptly, the ancient demon fetched the device, using the fingerprint ID to open his cellphone which revealed a picture of his younger brother, Xander. Another chuckle escaped Brasti's lips as Tristan began drawing conclusions, mentioning how the photo appeared to be rather similar.
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"Yes, but that would be because he is my brother," Brasti stated bluntly. "Not everyone gets along."
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The TRS was already aware of Xander Vanderfeld being his younger brother because of their resemblance and naturally their matching surnames. Those facts prompted concerns from the higher-ups, which resulted in Brasti explaining the situation, albeit, with some more vague details. All those years ago, the demon had explained he did not share similar opinions to his brother which resulted in him opting to join the TRS while his brother the Assembly. The news hastily dissipated considering the gossip became drab when it was evident the TRS trust in Brasti was well-founded, although, they, fortunately, failed to detect his relationship with another member of the Assembly. When Tristan stated his name, the demon nodded, smirking at his apprentice.
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"That would be me," he began, chuckling at the victorious answer Tristan gave. "Wow, someone feels victorious, eh? You know, I let you win, right?"
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Once their combat lesson was completed, Brasti planned to check the security files to see if Tristan successfully hacked into his TRS file. The demon found himself curious if the blond managed to read the information related to his file, thus he was prepared to delve into the logs to check, however, he first needed to teach Tristan once their introductions were completed.
Tristan had noticed Brasti setting up, he was just too busy hacking on his phone to give his full undivided attention. Shortly after sending the text, he wasn't surprised when he heard the phone go off, having already expected him to possibly be Brasti. He was surprised to hear Brasti admit they were brothers, though his reasoning for not getting along made some sense. "I see." He answered before texting Brasti, 'It is such a shame that you two don't get along.' He knew that it would be bad if he made the comment out loud, of course if Brasti wanted to correct him, he could do so by words or by text, but he honestly wasn't expecting a comment back on the subject. It is hard to believe him when he can hack better than me. I can't help but wonder why he was so concerned to keep his file a secret from me. He thought to himself, turning off his phone before shoving the device in his pocket.
"Is that so?" He asked, slowly moving closer to him. "I argue that I won fair and square." A small grin was formed on his face as he looked over the many weapons that were options for him to train with. He wasn't a very good fighter and he was positive that Nathan wouldn't be pleased to hear that he was planning on giving knives a try. "Though I can see you have other options besides those two." It wasn't a bad idea, though he honestly didn't see himself close ranged if he could help it. Maybe dart throwing would have been easier. He thought to himself, before sighing quietly. "I'm no fighter but you already know my best skills, wouldn't you agree?" He wasn't going to admit that was hacking, but Brasti knew he was talking about his hacking skills. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that he was suddenly starting to feel somewhat nervous at the idea of picking up a weapon to practice with it.
There were no concerns evident on Brasti’s face when it arrived at being questioned about his little brother, especially considering it was already dealt with. Thus his apprentice discovering his brother was apart of the Assembly was not burdensome to the demon. He already handled this situation once, making the repetition seem harmless to Brasti. All the weaponry was properly organized when the demon glanced back towards his apprentice. Currently, Tristan appeared better suited behind a computer screen, typing away at keys, but Brasti wanted to assure the blonde could handle himself. There were times scouts were expected to be near danger or occasionally the information they acquired could result in some shadier individuals deciding to attack; learning self-defence was crucial for survival. Terrors and Assembly members were brutal, merciless competitors who would gleefully slaughter any unfortunate soul to stand in their path. The demon listened to Tristan, surprised as he watched his apprentice's fingers glide across the screen of his own phone before a small ding echoed from the depths of his pocket.
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The phone was fished from Brasti's pocket, the dark-haired man turning it on to gaze at the text on his screen. A few quick taps on the screen formulated a sentence, 'It happens, not all family is close.' The sentence was vague, designed to avoid questioning despite his familiarity with the situation; he simply preferred to avoid inquiries about personal information if possible. Once the text was completed, the demon returned his cellphone into his pocket, a brief glance being taken towards the target before Brasti grabbed the gun, checking if it was unloaded.
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"Awww, you think you could have beaten me? How cute," Brasti teased with a smirk.
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As Tristan proceeded to speak, mentioning the other options, Brasti provided a nod of acknowledgement to his apprentice. The following question resulted in the demon glancing back towards his apprentice. Everything about the statement made Brasti wish to agree, but he knew to possess even some meagre self-defence skills were important for the survival of scouts.
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"Yes, but there will be times you may have to fight. You don't always get a choice, but I will likely mention to the scout master that you should be placed inside the offices more than on the field, if at all," Brasti explained simply. "The point is, we carry valuable information, which means you gotta be careful. Now come over here, I will teach you to load this."
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The barrel of the gun was pointed towards the ground, the safety flicked on while Brasti inched closer to his apprentice. The gun's handle was firmly held in a single hand while the bullet cartridge in the other. In a fluent movement, the demon slowly slid the cartridge into place, before glancing towards his apprentice to see if he was paying attention.
Tristan had gotten a text message back from Brasti, he'd read it over before slipping the phone back into his pocket after he had turned it off. He wasn't convinced that it was completely true. "I know I beat you." He answered him back in return, his face expression held a grin as he looked back towards Brasti. He listened as Brasti explained how he might have to fight even though he doesn't get a choice in the matter. Then I guess my only option is to make sure I carry a weapon that is light, since my first choice is to run away anyway. He thought to himself, not wiling to advertise that Terrors and AP scare the shit out of him. He found himself slowly moving towards Brasti, not interested in learning how to use a gun or other weapons for that matter but he was here to learn so that he could help the TRS out.
He didn't want to let his fear get in the way of becoming helpful. He watched as Brasti held the gun, unaware that the safety was on, though he was assuming that Brasti knew what he was doing, besides he was safe since the gun was pointed to the ground, right? He noticed the bullet cartridge was open before Brasti had closed it. Reloading the gun seemed simple enough to him, but the real question was, would he be able to aim and if he could, would he be able to handle the sudden pressure of firing a gun. Since he hadn't done so before, he was feeling slightly nervous over the subject of getting to try right now. "Now what?" He asked, hoping that Brasti would continue showing him what happens next. Though he had ideas, he wanted to see exactly how by his mentor. He was after all here to teach him.
There was an amused smirk which stretched across Brasti’s face the longer he interacted with his apprentice. The foolish boy truly thought defeating him was a possibility. While the demon would admire the blond’s skillfulness in hacking, Brasti considered himself masterful in it. There was ease whenever the dark-haired man’s fingers glided across a keyboard, the subtle clicks of keys being tapped a poetic melody to his ears. The sounds were consistently leaving his office during working hours and occasionally when the demon decided to accomplish some work at home. The evidence to his speedy typing was displayed through the smoothness of his typing keys, the pebbling on the plastic surface long decimated by mere weeks or use. There was doubt was mere kid could accomplish the ambitious goal of beating him in hacking, thus Brasti arrogantly believes the blond's "triumph" to be nothing concerning. There was a belief the victorious grin was unnecessary, the demon already aware he could easily shut Tristan out with little effort; his apprentice was the fortunate one considering how easily the hacker could defeat him.
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A soft chuckle escaped Brasti's lips, "If you say so buttercup."
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The tone provided was designed to be teasing, although, Brasti genuinely believed he could defeat Tristan in hacking at any time. After demonstrated equipping the magazine, the demon glanced towards his apprentice, waiting until the blond prompted him to proceed. There was a smirk as Brasti lifted the handgun, violet eyes staring through the sunglasses and down the sights to a target. The safety was smoothly flipped off until finally, he squeezed the trigger, allowing the hammer to click and send a bullet which smacked near the center dot of the target, embedding into the wood.
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"You do that," Brasti explained.
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Afterwards, Brasti flipped the safety back down, the barrel being aimed back towards the concrete floor of the gymnasium. He beckoned Tristan closer, stationing him in front of the target. The dark-haired man was still required to teach his apprentice about how to use the weapon. First, he pointed to a small switch which was the gun's safety.
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"That's your safety, I flicked it on. Before you shoot, shut it off," Brasti started. "Afterwards, aim down the sights and fire. You can try other types of guns, but I recommend something light like a handgun."
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When the demonstration was completed, Brasti took a single step away, watching for Tristan to begin his attempt at shooting. There would be no further assistance, especially considering the demon desired to see what his apprentice would accomplish with a brief introduction to shooting.
Tristan shrugged his shoulders, "Aww you gave me a nickname, now I'll have to give you one in return." He answered, debating on what he could call his mentor that wouldn't be mistaken as flirting because of his boy friend Nathan. The only one that got adorable nicknames was his man. He would have to come back to it later, using the excuse of one needing to be patient if questioned on why he hadn't announced one just yet. He found himself watching Brasti flip the safety off before aiming the gun at the target before firing. "I understand." He answered, proving to have been paying attention. Though he found himself slightly nervous when Brasti had beckoned him closer before handing him the gun even though he had flipped the safety back on. He understood how one fired the gun, but having to really aim the gun, fire, and expect to hit the target felt a bit too much. If he hadn't felt pressured before, he was certainly feeling it right now.
He breathed, trying to muster up the nerve to turn the safety off before firing the gun at the target. The bullet left the gun and hit the target in the shoulder, he had tried aiming lower, not expecting to hit the target at all. He would then turn the safety back on, as to avoid shooting on accident. Firing the gun had startled him even if it was just a simple handgun. Even though the gun seemed simple enough, he couldn't bring himself to enjoy it. "I don't think I'm cut out for using a weapon...." He answered, not wishing to continue with this gun, even though in the near future it could save his life. I think if I'm force to learn, I wouldn't be interested in using it still. I just can't bring myself to enjoy it. He thought to himself with a small sigh, slowly reaching out to hand the gun back to Brasti.
Amusing, it appeared to be the best word to describe Brasti’s apprentice. Currently, Tristan was an interesting individual which left Brasti curious; what secrets did this young man possess? Everybody kept secrets, hiding them close to their hearts and refusing to utter a word to any souls. Those were crucial pieces of information the blackmailer desired to capture in his mind alongside proof of various forms. These were necessary for properly manipulating other individuals to gather information and avoid anybody attempting to demolish his plans through truthful threats. However, the demon remained uncertain of the blond’s usefulness currently considering their interactions prior were meagre text exchanges to test rumours of Tristan’s hacking capabilities. While gathering materials for potential blackmailing would still be accomplished for emergency situations, Brasti felt the blond would not be problematic to handle in the future. Hacking assaults from the blond proved to be easily handled considering his superior skill in the field.
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There was a sight chuckle when Tristan mentioned the notion of nicknames; the demon would not stop his apprentice from providing one. Once the shooting example was completed, the blond appeared keen on observing and went lengths to state he understood the demonstration.
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A brief nod was given before Brasti handed the gun to his apprentice, "Perfect, we can make this quick then."
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Once the firearm was placed into the blond's hands, the dark-haired man stepped back a few paces to observe the shots his apprentice was instructed to take. Observing his apprentice caused Brasti's brow to lift as Tristan appeared nervous handling the handgun. There were breaths taken before Brasti noticed the gun get lifted, safety flicked off before his apprentice fired, bullet embedding into the target's shoulder. The words which left Tristan's mouth after the first shot resulted in Brasti's hand thoughtfully adjusting his sunglasses, but when the firearm was offered back, the demon did not move to take it.
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"Why is that? As I stated, you need to know how to defend yourself, Tristan. Scouts can't always be lucky to work inside perpetually. While I will make certain you are apart of the inside team, you need to learn for those emergency situations where they need you on the field," Brasti stated neutrally. "You're not magically inclined from what I gathered of your information. We can try knives, but knowing to defend yourself is crucial, and you can't say you are unable to do it after one measly shot."
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Slowly, the scout deputy reached for the firearm, planning to gentle fetch it from Tristan. Alas, the demon remained slow in his movements in desperate hope his words would motivate Tristan to proceed to fire.
Tristan felt a shamed to be admitting that he didn't feel cut out for using a weapon. He would playfully pout, thinking of spamming Brasti later about how he isn't cut out in using the gun since he said that he couldn't say it. Surely spamming and saying were two different things right? It was Brasti's fault for failing to be more specific. With a small sigh, he debated on giving the gun another try. When Brasti had reached for the gun, he stepped away so that it would be impossible to grab it. Not to mention, when I do spam you, it won't be just one shot.... He thought pleased to himself, at the very least he could prove to Brasti how weapons just weren't his friend. He would look back toward the target, switching the safety off. It was surprising at how easy it had become for him to prepare to fire, going as far as to aim the gun about to pull the trigger.
His radio went off and the noise startled him, so when he pulled the trigger it had missed the target completely, going into a side wall. I changed my mind, your spam is going to be about two failed shots.... He would place the safety back on before turning the gun to face the ground, quickly handing it over to Brasti before he had a chance to change his mind. And to think, it is expected I learn how to defend myself with this radio going off? He thought to himself, thinking the idea would prove too distracting. So knives next.... I guess.... That moment when I'm reminded Nathan won't be pleased, he won't even let me touch his.... He found himself perking up slightly to the idea of getting to hold these knives anyway. With any luck, Nathan wouldn't find out because he wouldn't get injured. Or at least he hoped that would be the case, since he was here to train and not get hurt by anything besides the enemy.
Currently, it appeared Brasti’s vague teachings were not providing the hopeful yields. Discovering how certain items worked could easily allow for improve observational skills; a beyond valuable asset. Silently, the demon watched Tristan pull away, firearm still clenched in his hand. The remarks had evidently accomplished their overall goal of persuading Tristan to try again. While he failed to specify the sights, he hoped his apprentice would discover them after a closer inspection. An amused smirk graced the demon’s lips as he prepared to witness Tristan’s second attempt at shooting. He rarely was given the opportunity to train the youthful faces joining the TRS, thus he savoured teasing and creating difficult lessons. There was silence as Brasti watched the blond line his shot, a smile remaining on the demon’s faced. The gun was aimed, his apprentice prepared to squeeze the trigger when suddenly the radio burst to life. The abrupt sound threw Tristan’s aim off, the barrel facing the direction of the wall as the bullet launched from it. It rocketed through the air, promptly embedding into the gymnasium wall. A flinch breached Brasti’s face as he adjusted his sunglasses, staring at the small hole created in the wall. While he stared, the gun was hastily shoved back into his hands, a brow raising on the demon’s face at the reaction.
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Hastily, Brasti managed to gain a firm grip of the firearm. Evidently, his apprentice thought he could escape the gun shooting lesson easily. Admittedly, the demon considered the disturbance worthy of a mulligan at least and perhaps some elaboration on shooting. While he maintained a tight grip on the gun, the deputy scout rolled his eyes in response to Tristan's adamancy in not learning a weapon which was probably easier to handle than knives.
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"Well, you obviously need a little more help with this," Brasti stated with a sigh. "Knives are a lot harder to aim and use opposed to guns, so I want you to listen up and watch closely. Also, turn your radio off, we can practice more with it on later."
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After assuring the safety was on, Brasti pointed to the top of the gun where the sight was before lifting it, arms slightly bent and violet eyes staring down the sight.
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"You saw where I pointed, right? You look down that to aim," he began simply. "Then you want to keep your arms a bit bent too. I wanted to see if you could figure it out on your own, but since you don't seem very confident, I can give you more information. Now any questions?"
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There were no shots taken before Brasti offered the gun back to his blond apprentice. While the scout deputy would attempt to keep Tristan on camera duty, he knew his apprentice needed to sharpen his skills in weaponry before he could properly graduate him. Scouts without their full training would simply be useless to the TRS, thus the dark-haired demon was determined to make certain Tristan would become skilled in both weapons he brought out.
Tristan had shoved the gun back into Brasti's hands, having no desire to continue with this training. He didn't feel comfortable shooting a gun, frankly holding a weapon in general was nerve wreaking. He just couldn't understand why he couldn't just outrun the enemy, at least then he wouldn't have trouble with being attacked or needing to defend himself. He noticed Brasti adjust his grip on the gun so that he held it firmly deciding that he had won getting out of using the firearms. He was sadly mistaken when he heard Brasti speak up. He reached down to pull his radio out, turning it off, before slipping it back onto his belt. He was told to pay attention and he would respect his mentor enough to pay attention as he tried figuring out another way to avoid this training.
He noticed Brasti aiming the gun, unsure of where he was looking to gain visual on his target, having noticed Brasti's posture but not thinking too much about it. He was asked a question, remaining quiet as Brasti continued speaking. It sounded easy enough, how ever, aiming was proving to be rather difficult. "No." He would answer back, tempting to answer yes for the sake of wondering if he was really determined to keep up with this training but thought better of it. Not any that you'd like to hear, I'm sure of it. He thought to himself, being pulled from his thoughts when Brasti had handed the gun back over to him, he slowly adjusted his grip so that he could hold it firmly in his hands. With a sigh, he raised the gun in the air, adjusting his posture slightly so that his arms were bent as he looked at the sight, then he would flip the safety off before pulling the trigger.
The bullet was fired from the gun, hitting the target in the chest, where he intended to hit it. He would pull away flipping the safety back on, despite hitting the target he just couldn't bring himself to be happy about missing the target. "I get the point, the gun is easier.... can I try the knives now?" He would ask, preparing to hand the gun back to Brasti once more.
After displaying the method to hold the gun and properly shoot it, Brasti handed the firearm back towards his apprentice, praying that Tristan would decide to attempt the action again. Carefully, the demon adjusted his sunglasses higher onto his face before stepping back to properly observe his apprentice. These lessons were crucial for situations of desperation where making one's self scarce from terror forces proved difficult and risked the possibility of injury. Unfortunately, moments would arrive where a scout could discover a wall to their back and no nearby exits or savours to rescue them from the frightening jaws on an incoming threat. In this grim reality of war, there were times where even the weak or unexpected were forced to fight in a desperate attempt to defend themselves from those who wished to injury or even murder them. The answer to his inquiry about further questions brought a slight smirk to Brasti's lips. There was a chance his apprentice could finally handle shooting the firearm with little worry. Observantly, the demon watched Tristan, violet eyes flitting around to scrutinize the blonde's form, assuring everything appeared correct.
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The posture his apprentice displayed pleased Brasti, the smirk stretching into a lip-tight smile in response, clearly, his apprentice had been paying more attention to the demonstration and his instructions. There was a loud bang as Tristan squeezed the trigger, the bullet propelling forward and embedding itself into the wooden chest of the target. Carefully, Brasti grabbed the rim of his sunglasses, pulling them down to get a proper look at the bullet hole.
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"Well look at that, good aim, kid," Brasti stated. "Now you are going to be able to protect yourself."
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The comment Tristan gave in response resulted in the dark-haired man rolling his eyes before pushing his sunglasses back up. Afterwards, he firmly grabbed the gun before placing it onto the table where he picked up the throwing knives, figuring they would be a better start. There were handheld ones as well, but Brasti wanted to teach Tristan about those after the throwing lesson. With the blade in his hand, the demon passed a knife to Tristan, handle facing his apprentice for safety reasons.
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"Now watch, I will try my best to instruct you, but I want you to watch for the posture, then before you throw we can go through it slowly, got it?" Brasti explained.
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There was hardly an opportunity for Tristan to answer as Brasti showed how he positioned his fingers around the knife, granting his apprentice a few moments to analyze. After, he brought the knife back before throwing it with an adequate force, the blade going end over end before sinking deep into the board. When he finished the first throw, he grabbed another knife, planning to do the actions as he explained.
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"So you want to bring it back, then when you bring your arm forward, focus on the rotations, don't worry about power and accuracy, that will come when you get the movements down, alright? Keep your body relaxed, if you're right-handed, your right foot should be forward and keep your body straight," Brasti stated. "Now go through the motions, but don't let go of the knife."
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After he relayed the instructions, Brasti stepped back slightly, putting his own knife in hand to display the holding work again until his apprentice was in position. When it appeared Tristan was prepared to "throw", the demon stepped back to properly observe the motions.
Tristan handed the gun back to Brasti, watching as he set it down onto the table before picking up some knives. When the knife was handed to him, he told the hilt in his hand, watching Brasti for further instructions. "Alright." He answered, waiting for Brasti to get into position. He found himself studying Brasti's grip on the knife before adjusting his posture to throw the knife into the board. Brasti had managed to make the impossible appear so easy, he couldn't help but feel a great need in wanting to try it for himself. Brasti had picked up another knife, he listened as he spoke, showing him exactly how to hold the knife prior to throwing it.
Tristan slowly moved his right foot forward, bringing his arm forward, with a breath he tried to relax himself before moving his arm forward, not releasing the knife because Brasti had told him to hold into it. "Like that?" He asked, glancing towards Brasti for approval or correction. He would then adjust himself for once more becoming in the correct posture before preparing to throw the knife, unsure if he was in the correct position or not he knew the knife upon being told to do so. The action had come without hesitation, watching as the knife went end over before sinking into the board.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
