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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Attentively, Brasti observed the movements of his apprentice, the initial display proving to be rather well-done for a first attempt at "throwing". The position of his hand on the knife's hilt was approved with a quick nod from the demon before he finally distanced himself from Tristan. Gradually, a suitable position was accomplished, his apprentice appearing relaxed, right foot forward and excellent hold on the knife's hilt. There was still hesitance to state the knife throwing lesson would proceed smoothly and quickly considering the weapon could be difficult to gain a full grasp on immediately. Additional lessons and extra guidance would be crucial with throwing knives because of the necessary fixation on knife rotations opposed to power and accuracy; while hitting the target remained important, it would be pointless should the blade never pierce their soft flesh. When Tristan glanced towards him after doing the motions, the deputy scout grinned and provided a nod of approval to the accomplished movements. While there could be some work on posture, the positioning was possible for a first throw to the board, which his apprentice proceeded to accomplish.
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A loud thunk echoed through the gymnasium as the knife's blade embedded itself into the target, Brasti smiling at Tristan's successful first throw. Afterwards, he grabbed the blade of another knife, carefully handing the hilt side to the blond to proceed with their lesson.
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"Make sure to keep your body straight," Brasti reminded. "You can try from further back, but remember, you have to make sure it rotates so it lands into the target. Got it?"
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When the knife was retrieved by Tristan, Brasti would proceed to take a few steps back to observe the throw and attempt to detect any errors. Fortunately, his apprentice appeared to be catching on quickly, which impressed the scout deputy immensely. There would remain a hesitance to place the blond on fieldwork, but should the necessity arise, Brasti could feel more comfortable assigning him the dangerous task.
Tristan had watched the knife sink into the board before looking back towards Brasti, waiting for further instructions. He was handed another knife, taking it by the hilt. "I think so." He answered, finding knife throwing and dart throwing to be too different things. Unlike darts, the knife had to rotate as Brasti had mentioned, making it harder to accomplish, however it made him feel much more relaxed then firing a gun that frankly made too much noise for his liking and don't get him started on the nerved feelings in his hands after pulling the trigger because he wasn't familiar with guns in general. He stood up straighter, attempting to correct his posture. He would then take a few steps back, mostly for the sake of a challenge before placing his right foot forward before lifting the knife, pulling his arm back before throwing it with some extra force.
He was curious, to him it would make sense that some extra force would be needed in his throws as to encourage it to continue rotating in the air. As expected, he needed more force, however he had made the mistake of giving too much and instead of sticking into the board it had smacked into it before falling onto the floor. Huh, that just means my first try and honestly been luck. Just means I'll have to try harder. He thought to himself, remaining in his spot. Despite wanting to get his knife, he wasn't willing to put himself at risk just in case heaven forbid somebody decided to throw a knife at the board when he had bad timing to go fetch his. Oh no, he would wait for permission to go get it, at least then it would give him ease that there is a less chance of somebody throwing a knife his way when he already got permission.
"Do others retrieve their knives from their opponents or is that only if they kill them?" He asked, knowing that a fully alive opponent could cause possible trouble if they were given the chance. He was curious on how others got their knives back of if TRS had a bunch in stock.
Rotations, the essential key for beginners to understand in knife throwing from the information gather and training Brasti received. Power and accuracy could become future frets after learning the rotations was completed. The first throw proved to be excellently accomplished, thus the demon was gradually gaining higher expectations for Tristan. The instructions were well-interpreted, his apprentice managing to sink the blade into the target despite some questionable posture. There was a prideful smile which crossed Brasti's lips when the blond stated he believed he understood the objective of knife throwing. The approaching second throw excited the demon, he genuinely desired to watch his apprentice succeed. There was reassurance which arrived with witnessing stunning success from scouts in his units, especially when it arrived at self-defence skills. Providing capable, young scouts was apart of Brasti's job, and he despised the notion of failing at the crucial task. Creating these skillful scouts would natural please the scout master, as the demon was expected to accomplish.
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A few steps were taken back, the dark-haired man analyzing Tristan's position as he increased the distance between himself and the wooden target. Posture was magnificent, a straightened body with the right foot forward, which brought a broad smile to Brasti's lips. Initial thoughts resulted in the demon believing Tristan would successfully accomplish another brilliant throw, although, the deputy was unfortunately mistaken. The knife was thrown into the air, evidently having more force than the previous. It rotated, the dull hilt eventually hitting the target which resulted in Brasti frowning and shaking his head.
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"I told you, rotations, not power," Brasti began immediately. "Power and accuracy will come with time."
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There was hope Tristan could manage to fall into the routine of fixating on rotations before additional information and factors were added to throwing. Three knives remained by the target, two embedded into the wall while a single knife glimmered on the floor of the gymnasium. A soft sigh escaped Brasti's lips, his attention returning to Tristan when he asked his question.
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"If the enemy is dead or incapacitated, usually. Sometimes people get desperate," Brasti explained.
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Afterwards, he began walking towards the target, gesturing for Tristan to follow behind him. While Brasti was supervising the lesson, he wished to teach the blond how to remove his knives from the target board; or an unfortunate opponent who attempted to chase him down. Once they arrived at the board, the demon laid one hand flat against the rough, wooden target, warily touching it to avoid splinters. There was some distance between his splayed hand and the embedded knife, Brasti carefully tugging the knife out.
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"Did you see how I did it? You don't want to get too close to an enemy, but since this is training, just get the knife out safely," Brasti explained.
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There was plenty of time remaining in the day to train young Tristan in self-defence, thus Brasti desired to avoid injuries obstructing the lesson. Before backing away from the target, the demon retrieved the knife on the ground, carefully holding both in a single hand. Once the action was completed, he turned to observe his apprentice to assure he would avoid getting injured.
Tristan listened as Brasti made his comment, "Right. I was only curious...." He explained, feeling like he had a better idea on the force already, not that Brasti wanted him to skip a few steps a head, but what his mentor didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. Besides, he knew that he'd need a bit more force since he had stood farther away, now he had a clear idea on how much force was needed per distance. He then asked his question, listening as Brasti answered it. "So in other words, it isn't required." He asked, mostly speaking outloud to himself though. He watched Brasti move towards the target before being gestured to follow. Seeing as Brasti had walked over there first, he saw no harm in following since it would be stupid for somebody to throw any knives when two TRS scouts are in the way, of course right now they were alone, surely it would remain that way?
He watched Brasti lift his hand flat against the wooden board, though it appeared like he was barely touching it for the sake of avoiding injury most likely. He watched Brasti tug the knife out of the wooden board. "I'm not sure how getting the knife out safely equals avoiding getting too close to the enemy. Perhaps later I'll see how my comrade does it just for the sake of getting a better picture." He answered, not bothered by the fact that he planned on hack later for the sake of keeping his distance. Well unless Brasti planned to show him by leading him back in his office, however the best way to get the idea would be to see it on camera, he was positive of that.
He slowly reached out to touch the wooden board, noticing small splinters. His hand had previously been pressed closer against the board as the other reached out to grab the hilt of the knife to pull it out, after feeling the splinters, he released some pressure against the board as to avoid possibly getting a splinter in his hand as he continued tugging the knife out. Within a second he had pulled the knife out of the board before slowly backing away from it, he rubbed his hand against his pants in case any unwanted splinters were on him.
Curiosity was understandable reasoning, but Brasti desired his apprentice to solely fixate on the rotating cycles of the throwing knife. Plenty of training would be required before he expected Tristan to calculate additional rotates from speed and how to accurately through the blades with excellent precision. The demon was already considering potentially providing additional lessons after Tristan was considered graduated from the combat-based training. Scouts were useful carriers of information for the TRS, thus furthering the blond's abilities with fighting remained beneficial for the organization, even if he was determined to keep Tristan as an office worker. The young man's hacking skills were incredible and definitely useful among the more computer savvy work. Those were the types where Brasti preferred fixation on their work behind the safety of a screen, scouting through the deployment of cameras or occasionally drones opposed to physical presence on the battlefield. There was a small nod in response to Tristan's conclusion on knife retrieval.
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"If you don't, the members who contain him will. Either way, it can be a dangerous game getting the knives back. They shouldn't stick into flesh as much as they do the board," Brasti responded, elaborating a bit. "I would still be careful, never know if they will hit something and get stuck there, plus it depends on how deep it goes. I can't tell you too much since I usually fight with magic."
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After gaining some distance from the board, Brasti watched Tristan prepare to retrieve his knife, listening to more of the words he stated. There was always a risk of getting closer to the enemy, especially considering how dangerous terrors and Assembly members could become.
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"I wouldn't get close unless you know it is dead or desperately need a knife, although, a little training will teach you quick ways to retrieve," Brasti stated neutrally. "If it helps, I will probably keep you in the offices. Your hacking skills would be more useful there."
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When Tristan began attempting to tug the knife from the board, Brasti watched carefully. Despite splinters being a minor wound affliction, he still wanted his apprentice to avoid it. The old target boards were wearing, as they oftentimes did on account of numerous projectiles being launched their way; it was merely a matter of time. The successful retrieval of the knife prompted Brasti to smile slightly before beckoning Tristan to follow him back to the throwing distance to start again; his apprentice still needed some practice after all.
Tristan listened to Brasti's words. Oh great.... I don't need them to get anymore weapons.... but that still requires me to get in close to take my knife back. He thought to himself, sighing, "I see." He answered, deciding he would cross that bridge when necessary as to avoid deciding and changing his mind at the last second. Hearing Brasti's comment, he was more determined as ever to hack the cameras later, he was bound to find another scout that threw knives like he was training to. "It does help." He answered, feeling much more comfortable knowing he'd likely be inside instead of on the field. Though having this training means that I still might have to leave at times and I don't want to worry Nathan or make him feel a need in saving me all the time. He thought to himself, still undecided on if he would retrieve those knives or not, he supposed it would depend on how easily he thought it would be without the risk of injury in the process.
As soon as he had finished pulling the knife from the board, he noticed Brasti beckoning him to follow, once at his previous spot, he adjusted his position to prepare throwing again. Throwing knives isn't so bad. I don't know if I should be happy or worried over the thought of telling Nathan later, I mean I already tried touching his knife and it is clear to me that he thinks weapons and I don't mix. I don't blame him though, frankly I don't like the idea either but at least I got to pick a favorite.... Who knows, maybe he'll help me with it. Well after I convince him of the benefit anyway. He thought to himself, deciding to be amused at the reaction Nathan was likely to give once he found out.
Casually, Brasti walked back towards the throwing area, unbothered by the knives he held his hands. The hilts were tightly grasped to avoid dropping them, desiring to avoid further damage to gymnasium; the bullet was already embedded into one of the walls after all. The gathered knives were placed onto the table, the demon preparing to proceed with teaching Tristan about self-defence. There were times where Brasti wished being a scout was a safer occupation, but the information they gathered was significant and the Assembly would be delighted to know everything the TRS knew about them. From systems, camera passwords and crucial documents, there was plenty of use in kidnapping a scout and torturing them. There would be some fortune in keeping Tristan inside the offices, most specifically the safety against Assembly forces. A small smile touched Brasti's lips when his apprenticed seemed to find comfort, stating that it helped he would remain inside headquarters. In person, reconnaissance could be accomplished by the more physically skillful scouts, those he could trust to avoid being killed or captured under most circumstances.
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Quietly, the dark-haired man waited for Tristan to return by his side to continue the throwing. As expected, his blond apprentice got into position, already aware the training would proceed. A brief smile touched the demon's lips, fading to show evident fixation in analyzing Tristan's pose.
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"Also, if you feel like you need more lessons after this one, you can always ask," Brasti offered. "Being a scout is dangerous, even if you stay in the office."
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Despite being under the assumption that Tristan knew the dangers of being a TRS scout, Brasti felt informing him was necessary to prepare the young man. Losing scouts was never the intention, but should he frightened the blond from proceeded with his training, he would prefer it opposed to the second option. Scouts could be killed should they be captured, the ancient demon possessing limited information about the circumstances on account of never being kidnapped himself. However, he knew the Assembly and people, in general, could be cruel and ruthless, especially when it came to wars. People made it obvious during the War of Traitors through ignorantly judging the differences rather than the similarities, and Brasti would not doubt it was similar now.
Tristan couldn't help but smile slightly, "I might take you up on that offer." He answered, as much as he disliked the idea of learning self defense, throwing knives didn't seem so bad even if it would take practice to make perfect. Besides, he disliked the idea of being captured or killed more, so it was necessary to keep practicing. I wonder if Nathan will give me some when I get home, well after he accepts the fact I chose knives as my defense.... He thought to himself with somewhat of a smug grin on his face. He couldn't help but love Nathan, but his over protectiveness at times, couldn't help but be viewed as adorable by Tristan. He understood the reason why Nathan was this way and frankly he didn't want to be in harms way either, but they needed to face the fact that if he had chosen another job he wouldn't be nearly as close to his man and he liked the idea of checking up on him on the camera even if he was supposed to be hacking the cameras to gather information, it just made him feel better knowing Nathan's caution.
A learning self defense was apart of the job, he couldn't argue about that considering how dangerous the job was. He was gathering information, becoming an important person to the TRS, surely AP would see value in trying to snatch him up, therefore he would have to use all of his power to keep his distance from any AP or Terror for that matter. "Am I learning self defense because I'll be attacked by Terrors too, or is this mostly against AP members?" He was only curious because he wasn't sure if he could handle protecting himself against those damn things.
Upon Tristan’s agreement to possibly request future lessons after graduating from the training program, Brasti provided a small return smile. There was mild comfort in listening to Tristan state he would potentially take the offer. While the demon could be described as cold and manipulative by some, he genuinely cared about the safety of his scouts. They were necessary for the entire functioning of the scouting division in TRS unit one; nobody could accomplish everything by themselves after all. The arrangements of these potential future lessons could be handled on the spot. There was only one difficult piece to handle which would be Donovan, a man who relied on his scouting skills after cutting an interesting deal with him. Consistently, the demon assisted from the safety of his computer, flicking through cameras, searching for Assembly members who caused mayhem. In return, Donovan kept those special secrets safe, however, Brasti proceeded to keep his true identity under his hat. If the conversation shifted to the mysterious, old lieutenant of unit one, the dark-haired demon would be forced to state his words carefully. There was a pause as Brasti settled the knives onto the small table, pausing for a moment, wondering if Tristan merely wished to learn to throw knives.
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The amount of time in their self-defence lesson could be increased should he only be expected to teach throwing knives; it could become crucial to Tristan’s training. Before the demon could gain the opportunity to ask, his apprentice provided a different inquiry first. There was a brief pause of thought, Brasti releasing an extensive sigh at the unfortunate answer.
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“Both,” he began solemnly. “Terrors and Assembly members will want to hurt or kill you. The only difference is Assembly members may consider kidnapping and torturing you. Terrors will just kill. Also, did you just want to throw or do you want to try melee knives?”
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There were vague thoughts towards the two people he knew who joined the Assembly, one making him wonder why. His brother, Xander, was an obvious case, Brasti quickly assuming he decided to join to spite him. Alas, his long-time wife Lilliana was definitely a complete mystery. Nights were spent skimming through the ideals the Assembly offered, but none provided a hint to the dragon’s peculiar opinion. Their marriage was an example that opposite species groupings could easily manage to fall deeply in love, yet, she chose the side which supported segregation. When the demon drifted into thought, he wore a facade on his face, eyes locked on the target before turning towards Tristan, suggesting he was merely thinking about training for a moment.
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“How about we get back to throwing, okay?” he suggested, lips managing a tiny smile.
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Secrets were common for Brasti, the demon frequently masking expressions and personal thoughts. There were few people who managed to get close, especially considering his own hesitance to allow it. People could be cruel manipulators like himself, and the dark-haired man wished to avoid the possibility of tasting his own medicine.
Tristan noticed Brasti set the knives down and remained in position just in case Brasti wanted him to continue practicing. He was curious on if Brasti wanted him to throw them again or if he had some other training in store for him. He had asked a question, listening to hear Brasti's answer, not really interested in fighting either one. It was disappointing to hear that he would be at risk with both of them, however he knew that Nathan would protect him if he knew he was in current danger. Of course he didn't want Nathan having to shoulder the burden of protecting him too, not when he was going out there to collect information to help the TRS later. "I see." He answered with understanding, even with knowing that he would be dealing with terrors too, he wasn't willing to back down. At least this way, he'd get a chance to learn how to protect himself to help the cause at the same time.
"I'm willing to try knives in general." He answered, knowing Nathan wouldn't be pleased. He adjusted his position, no longer ready to throw the knife in his hand. There was silence, despite the willingness to learn knives in general, it seemed he would continue throwing the knives at the board for now and pick up using the knife for combat a bit later in his training. "Alright." He answered, once more adjusting his posture before preparing himself to throw the knife at the board. Whether he got it to stick or not, he couldn't help but enjoy tossing knives. Maybe it was the fact it was somewhat similar to throwing darts or the fact it wasn't a life on the other end. He watched as it flipped end to end before sticking into the side of the target.
Properly organizing the training lessons were of the utmost importance considering Brasti could easily procure more time delving into the practices of throwing knives. Providing his apprentice with the crucial skill of self-defence remained a top priority, else he could become the future victim to an Assembly member's attacks. The demon already knew he desired for Tristan to accomplish another round of knife throwing before they proceeded onto the more exhausting sections of self-defence training. Delivering the unfortunate truth of both Assembly of Phantoms members and their mayhem-causing creations being after the young blond because of his TRS affiliation was always burdensome and saddening. There were days Brasti desired for the war to suddenly stop, despite the result meaning he no longer had a job among TRS ranks. These wars were originally what separated him from his beloved Lilliana, and he longed for the days where they could peacefully live by one another's sides; happy and free. However, based on the hard-working efforts of Zeredah, achieving victory would never become an easy task, thus the dark-haired man remained at his post, awaiting freedom.
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Knives in general, a more exhausting and tedious training to come from the sheer statement. Melee combat lessons would be required to provide Tristan with a proper grasp on holding other types of knives. The urge to release a mildly annoyed sigh was resisted, keeping Brasti quiet as he nodded to his apprentice. Invoking his magic would not be avoided today considering the manner which hand-to-hand training would be conducted, although, the demon supposed it was inevitable. If there was an instance where Tristan used all his throwing knives, melee knives could assist in keeping the young blond safe from possible death or worse.
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"Very well," Brasti stated in a neutral, authoritative tone. "One more round of throwing, then I will let you try sparring against me with a different knife."
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While the dark-haired man was trained in various forms of weaponry, he still preferred the usage of his magic. Unlike weaponry which could get destroyed, damaged or thrown away, magic was a more natural force. It flowed through the user, allowing for a variety of unique abilities, most easily invoked by the user's willpower. When the throwing began, Brasti took a step back to observe, scrutinizing his apprentice as he went through the motions to throw. The knife left his hand, rotating until sinking into the side of the board.
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"Since these are your last two throws for today, you can try aiming and power if you want, but remember, your rotations are more important," Brasti said.
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The permission was provided to allow Tristan to explore, giving him a chance to understand more about knives before he began possibly training in his personal time. After the statement, Brasti grabbed the blade of one of the throwing knives, offering Tristan the hilt to throw again; he would do similarly when the blond finished his second throw.
Tristan nodded his head before getting into position to throw his first knife. Shortly after the knife hit the board, he listened to Brasti's comment. "Alright." He answered, slowly reaching for the hilt of the knife that had been handed to him by Brasti. He slowly got into position, once more preparing to throw the knife. Last time I had used too much force.... and the rotation was off too.... so perhaps just a bit harder than what I've been doing? He thought to himself, using only a tad bit more force before throwing the knife towards the board. He watched it rotate from end to end before hitting the board. Not bad.... but I can do better. He thought to himself, feeling determined as he reached out for the hilt of the last knife.
Once more he got into position to throw the knife, once more adding a little bit more force to his throw, wanting to out due himself without risking the chance of messing up his rotation completely. He watched the knife rotation end to end before sinking into the board. That was much better.... Too bad he said that was my last knife throw today. He thought to himself, slowly moving to retrieve his knives. Though he knew there was a chance he was in the way of anybody aiming for the target, last he noticed they were the only two in here and Brasti wasn't likely going to aim towards him, so he believed it was safe. He put his hand against the board, being careful as he attempted to pull the knifes from the board. The first two were easy to pull but that last one was really stuck in there, so he pressed his hand against the board so that he could put more strength into his pull.
"Ah...." It came as a mumble as he finally yanked the knife from the board. He stumbled backwards before finally regaining his footing. He looked at his hand to notice that a few splinters had pierced into his hand. Damn it.... He thought to himself, carefully holding the hilt of the three knives in his hand. Though he didn't care about complete healing, he wanted those damn things out of the palm of his left hand.
Allowing Tristan to experiment with his throws was crucial in Brasti’s opinion, especially since there were few throws remaining. These could plant the seeds of confidence for the blond to proceed training during personal hours, or, perhaps motivate for the blond to request further sessions. There would be time for corrections in the future, the dark-haired man plenty capable to keep Tristan inside the offices until further assessments could be accomplished on the young man's progress in combat skills. Once passing the blond the next knife, Brasti carefully observed his form, searching for signals to what Tristan was planning to attempt. The position appeared to be naturally set, his apprentice smoothly shifting into the taught stance before preparing to throw his knife. A small smirk stretched across his lips, the demon already pleased by the evident progress his apprentice was making after a brief combat lesson. A forceful throw was accomplished, Brasti managing to notice based on the subtle twitches of Tristan's muscles as he threw the knife. The rotations began after the weapon left his apprentice's hand, faster in comparison to the previous throws.
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Eventually, the point collided with the board, embedding the sharp point deep into the wooden target. There was a single nod of approval from Brasti after observing the throw; he was evidently pleased about Tristan's success. Personal training along some after graduation sessions could easily make Tristan an impeccable scout, which would prove the demon properly handled his position as scout deputy. The final knife was provided, the blond accomplishing the procedure with efficiency and excellent, much to Brasti's pleasure. The strength of the throw appeared to be his apprentice's fixation as another shot was lined up, similar subtle movements alongside the speed of the rotating knife making Tristan's intentions obvious. After quickly rotating, the blade sunk deep into the board, Brasti providing another nod of approval.
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"Excellent work, Tristan," he praised.
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Promptly after completing the throws, his apprentice walked towards the target to fetch his knives. Witnessing the actions brought a small smile to Brasti's face, the demon evidently pleased with how smoothly Tristan was following the instructions he provided. Quietly, he supervised Tristan's retrieval, noticing the blond easily pluck two of his knives from the board before struggling with the final. The mumble accompanied by the backward steps and glance towards his hand easily keyed Brasti in on the occurrence. Slowly, the full-fledged scout walked towards his apprentice, looking over the injuries.
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"How about we head to the medical ward? A nurse should have tweezers and disinfectant to help you with those splinters," Brasti explained calmly. "Just leave the knives on the table and we will head there. I can clean everything up while the nurse helps you."
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While Brasti wished to teach Tristan on how exactly to set up training equipment alongside the takedown, he knew splinters could manage to become dangerous under certain circumstances. There could be a variety of nasty germs on the small wooden pieces, thus hasty removal and thorough cleaning were necessary. Slowly, Brasti walked towards the door, waiting for Tristan to place the throwing knives on the table before beckoning for him to follow.
Tristan had remained in his spot, too focused on the splinters to move back to set the knives down, having two in his right hand and the other in his left, even though it was very difficult with the splinters in his hand as well. "Alright." He answered, somewhat upset that he had messed up by getting splinters in his hand in the first place. He slowly walked back towards the table to set the three knives down before walking towards the door that Brasti had so kindly opened for him. I wonder if I'll get to continue training after this, I mean it is only splinters.... He thought to himself, having his fingers crossed that Brasti would resume the training after they finished in the medical ward. If not, maybe they could go over some other form of training, surely there was other things scouts did besides grabbing information and self defense. He kept pace with Brasti as they walked down the hall.
Splinters were not an abhorrent injury, however, the time which would be spent inside the medical ward removing them and disinfecting would drain the remainder of their lesson time. Nurses would be thorough with the removal of the wooden splinters, Brasti knowing they would wish to assure no infection would settle in. Members of the TRS would be useless should they manage to get sick through careless removal of even something minor like splinters. Furthermore, based on the demon's survey of headquarter functions during his work hours, the medical ward was particularly quiet, leaving some nurses bored and waiting for even the slightest job to keep their minds working. When Tristan began walking over, the demon politely opened the door for his wounded apprentice before leading him down the halls. Smoothly, Brasti navigated the hallways, years of observing them from the cameras making him extremely familiarized with the TRS headquarters. While they proceeded to walk, the scout deputy soon opening the large double doors to the medical ward, he glanced back at Tristan.
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"Training will be considered done today. You can train on your own time, but by the time you are done here, I have to get back to work anyways," Brasti explained.
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A secretary was located at the front desk, Brasti explaining the situation to him. Promptly, a nurse was called to escort Tristan into an examination room, plenty prepared to handle a few meagre splinters. Once the situation appeared to be handled, the demon took his leave, heading back to the gymnasium to begin cleaning up the training supplies.
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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.
