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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Cold morning air embraced those who entered the outside world on this late autumn day. A gentle snowfall was the main weather feature, covering the floor with a thin layer of snow. Winter's arrival was obviously coming, made clear by both the cold and naked trees. Despite the cold morning, Desmond had woken up, changed into a warm pair of clothes and summoned his grey wings. The clothing he wore was nothing impressive, consisting of a pair of blue jeans that possessed a worn look and a simply black jacket. As usual, his wings manifested in mere moments due to years of practice since the ability's discovery. A small yawn escaped his mouth as he stretched his grey wings out to their full span. The nephilim had always hated waking up early, morning should be a nonexistent time of day! Upon the cold embracing his wings, face and hands the ginger did not even flinched; after working several freezing nights during work had caused him to adjust.
For a couple more seconds were taken stationed outside the door of his abode before cautiously walking down the snow covered steps and onto the front lawn. Meanwhile, his hands proceeded to work a pair of simple earbuds under his shirt and through the neck hole of his shirt. The cold cord pressed up against his skin, causing the slightest hints of a shiver. Once successful, Desmond placed one of the earbuds in while scrolling through the music on his phone. The scout liked being able to hear the outside world with one ear; not to mention the other headphone did not work anyways. The music soon began to play through the headphone causing a gentle smile to play across the nephilim's lips. His phone was secured into his right pocket (the left always contained a little sweets stash), the zipper only allowing enough room for the cord to leave.
Next the large grey wings began flapping in order to carry Desmond off the ground. After a few moments he began to gradually lift, bringing himself higher into the air. It felt like years since the nephilim had done a morning flight and his wings enjoyed the usage. Once high enough, a brief backwards dive, creating a loop at the climax of his ascension. Afterwards, a high speed flight began as the nephilim began to glide high in the sky. Desmond's green eyes looked below staring that the skeleton trees and the streets as he began to make his way outside of Lorsette where the flight space was safer. Buildings and streets soon shifted to solely trees and roads all covered in snow. Frost still clung to the trees of the Calico Forest, a rather breathtaking sight that Desmond admired for a few moments, even go the length to slow his speed a tad.
Flying high above the world had grown into a wonderful hobby to Desmond that the cold air hitting his face never bothered him, to the scout even that was magnificent. As he proceeded to fly, he began to feel more awake from the cold which caused his awareness and observation skills to heighten. This was going to be an excellent day, Desmond could feel it. While he closed in on his destination, the nephilim decided to display his skill to nobody in particular; perhaps it was a confidence booster for himself. Speed was heightened as Desmond flew straight before preforming a short aileron roll before increasing his height when he reached Cattail Lake. From above, the lake merely looked like a blueish blob of water surrounded by an ocean of white. For a few moments, Desmond hovered at his current height and watched the light snow falling slowly towards the ground, felt the chill of the cold air and breathed the freezing air. The breath escaped his mouth as steam, his eyes watching it dissipate into nothing.
Afterwards, he did another backwards dive and allowed himself the fall towards the lake with outstretched wings. The bite of cold seemed to intensify, a slight fog around the lake being noticed during his descent. The nephilim's green eyes watched as his body grew closer to the lake, the conveniently intense music cheering his reckless behavior. Only a few meters above the lake's surface did he began to pull upwards, which took plenty of effort due to the high speed fall. The result the splendid, his body still above the water and his hand capable of touching the surface. Desmond gently dipped the tips of his fingers into the water, letting the freezing cold embrace them until he closed in onto the edge. A little ascension was taken, allowing him to slowly land, feet crunching on the snow.
That was when Desmond shook his hand furiously, dipping it into the icy waters was definitely a horrible idea. The thought of it being interesting had cheered him on, like one of those moments from the movies, but instead it just made his fingers sting. Desmond looked at his fingers which looked red after being submitted to the water. An annoyed groan escaped his lips, he could have just flown above the water!
"I really just had to do that," he mumbled inaudibly to himself. "Good job, Des, you were just an idiot."
A few more shakes were given to his hands, wings disappearing while the nephilim stepped away from the water's edge. Taking a break from flying in an attempt to warm his cold fingers seemed like an excellent idea. The zipper on the left pocket was pulled down, allowing him to grab a cherry sucker from his sweets stash. Desmond unwrapped it, popping it into his mouth while stowing the wrapper away into his jean pocket. Candy for breakfast, perhaps not the best idea, but the ginger did not care. Both hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans while he walked around the lake in the slight fog. Might as well enjoy the atmosphere after waking up so ludicrously early.
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting. RenéeFenworth Napoleon Hill
Morning Flight
The day began like any other in this cold, frozen season. Renée awoke and showered before dressing herself in civilian clothes and heading out the door. She stopped at the café for hot chocolate and a pastry and moved along down the road. Today was a much needed vacation, the last few hunts had been difficult and she’d nearly lost team members. Pushing out those thoughts, Rey walked along and decided to chance a stroll through the forest.
A sharp wind blew by and a chill ran through her body as she walked. While she wasn’t immune to the cold, it didn’t bother her much which was probably the reason she wasn’t wearing warm pants and a heavy coat. Instead, she’d chosen an outfit that, while not practical for a fight or for snow, was light and comfortable. A black trench coat that went about to mid thigh with a “schoolgirl” uniform underneath. Paired with those items were black thigh high socks with a grey design up the front and black, heeled ankle boots. Fen opted to wear whatever she wanted on her vacation days, even if it didn’t fit the weather. She was practically always in uniform.
She stopped dead in her tracks as a shadow passed overhead and was barely able to make out the shape of a person with wings. Probably a nephilim she thought to herself. The prospect excited the ravenette, she’d never met a nephilim before and she picked up the pace in an attempt to keep them in sight. After a short while she was forced to stop as she’d nearly run right into the lake. Fen watched in awe as the nephilim dove towards the lake and dipped a hand in the water before landing. He shook his hand violently and muttered something to himself as Renée cautiously approached.
“Are you alright sir? Do you require any assistance?”
The warm embrace of Desmond's jean pocket did little to return the stolen heat from his fingertips. A mental note was made about never dipping his fingers into icy cold water again; the not was probably useless considering the nephilim's carelessness, but it was worth a shot. At first, Desmond had lacked the knowledge of the girl's presence until his attentive ear (the other was preoccupied with music) heard the approaching steps. It caused him to glance back to find a ravenette wearing an outfit that lacked defense against the cold. The black trench coat the young lady wore seemed to be one of the very few things keeping her warm; it was the kind of styling that suggested decent immunity to the temperature or some act of carelessness on the stranger's part. Whichever it was remained an unknown to Desmond as his green eyes automatically looked her over.
For a few moments he remained silent, listening to the strangers inquiry about whether or not he was alright. It suggested that she had witnessed the nephilim's dive, or at least caught sight of the aftermath. Desmond wanted to flinch considering there was an audience of a single person who witnessed his stupidity, but he kept it from his face. Instead, a lip tight smile drew across his face, the lollipop's white stick poking out the right side of his mouth.
"Don't have'ta worry about me, miss," Desmond stated simply. "Although, the concern is appreciated. It's no big deal, my fingers are just a little cold."
The explanation was simple, caring a nonchalant tone with every word despite the pestering cold sting that bothered his fingers. It was not overly painful which allowed the nephilim to easily mask the fact that his fingers were screaming from being submitted to the freezing temperature of the water without any protection. Upon thinking of the cold, Desmond shoved his hands a little deeper into the depths of the lake. The warmth felt brilliant on his fingers, making them slowly begin to feel better from the dip. As he stood silent for a few moments, a mischievous thought crossed Desmond's mind which caused his smile to broaden.
"Anyways, why are you wandering out the forest?" Desmond began, a curious gleam to his green eyes. "You should know terrors like to roam around and they would attack anything."
It was an attempt to cause trouble, to earn a reaction from the girl despite her kindness. Maybe he could convince her to start heading back and startle her later; that seemed like a little bit of careless fun. Something simple Desmond could accomplish while he awaited for his fingers to warm up. He did always enjoy tricks since the reactions to them always seemed priceless. The smile refused to leave the gingers face as he slowly walked passed the girl for a ridiculous attempt of dramatic effect he supposed. Although he remained familiarized with the stranger, the scout figured that he might as well attempt to toy with her a little bit. Morning was still upon them and Desmond's high aerial dive had woken them significantly, which warranted some attempted trouble starting.
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting. RenéeFenworth Napoleon Hill
Morning Flight
She gave him a once over and watched as he did the same to her. It was only natural to be suspicious of others. Anyone could be working for Zeredah these days and there was no telling who might try to attack you. Some people were just plain crazy and those types of people were completely unpredictable. Renée smiled politely and took a step forward holding out a hand.
“I believe I can help you with that”
Rey’s eyes widened in “fear” and she looked about in a panicked motion before speaking in a shaky voice.
“R-really? Geez, I totally forgot, thank the gods there is a big, strong man here to protect me.”
She recognized the tease in his voice and decided to play along for a bit to see if she could get a reaction out of him. Stepping closer, she pulled her arms to her chest and moved till her body was up against his. Fen buried her face in his chest and shivered. It was a long shot, but perhaps the act would be convincing enough. She forced herself not to smile and suppressed a laugh.
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For the observant scout, it was easy to notice that his new company had looked him over. Whether it was due to concern or caution was unknown to Desmond, but it bothered him little. Plenty of people preferred being careful and making certain the stranger they met was not a threat then the concern would merely be kind. When the girl stated that she could assist him with the cold fingers issue, Desmond took a few steps back from her open hand. After what the ginger's ex did to him any gestures that even had minor suggestion of romance bothered him; he did not desire to be used again and have his heart broken.
"No thanks, I'll live. I'm little tougher than that," Desmond responded.
There was the slightest notes of awkwardness in the scout's voice which made his discomfort obvious. Being touched was something that Desmond had grown to dislike, although, he understood its necessity at times. When he noticed the fear cross the girl's face, a look of amusement crossed Desmond's face, this could indeed be enjoyable. They were shortly slashed by the final sentence she stated which caused the scout's eyes to widened slightly. That sounded like something a flirtatious girl said in horror movies before they pressed up against the guy they liked or thought was attractive. Soon, Desmond's suspicions were confirmed when the stranger drew closer and buried her head in his chest. A faint red tint came across the ginger's face; why did she have to be pressed up so close?! After only a few moments did Desmond step away from her, the discomfort he felt was obvious by the countenance of his face.
"Okay, okay, calm down. I was joking, now for the love of the Gods stop," Desmond began. He hated being caught, but the implications of love made him a little scared. "The scouts swept through the area a day or two ago, so if there won't be a bunch of terrors."
There was a mild look of annoyance crossing Desmond's face that was caused by being caught in his trickery. Alas, it seemed like the only method to get this girl to stop pressing up against him. If only those years ago had not occurred, then perhaps his discomfort over the concept of love would be nonexistent.
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting. RenéeFenworth Napoleon Hill
Morning Flight
She had been confused by his reaction to her proposition of assistance. She was even more puzzled by the blatant look of discomfort on his face when she’d pressed her body to his. It was understandable of course, some people preferred to have little to no physical contact with others. Some preferred to initiate the contact themselves. Rey shrugged it off and continued her innocent act. Hopefully she hadn’t made him too uncomfortable; the last thing she wanted was for people to feel distressed in her presence.
“Are you, are you sure? The scouts could have missed something.”
The look of wide eyed innocence on her face, combined with her height and general youthful appearance made her seem like a child. At times, Fen could convince others that she was no more than 8 or 9 years old and it worked to her advantage. People generally felt more comfortable around children. She was perceived as non-threatening this way. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked about worriedly. It was unprofessional of her to do so, but the opportunity for payback was too good to pass up.
A breeze swept through, rustling the leaves in the trees and she shrieked. Throwing herself to the ground, the ravenette cowered in fear, pulling her legs under her and covering her head with her hands. Fen hoped she wasn’t overdoing it, the act convinced most people, but this guy didn’t seem like an average person.
People invading his personal space was definitely not allowed when it was not required, thus Desmond kept his distance from the girl. The last thing the nephilim wanted for her to run up and start hugging him or something similar because of how scared she was. When he refused her offer, Desmond noticed how confused the girl was; perhaps a majority of people accepted her offer in a heartbeat? Either way she was definitely confused by his refusal for the comfort of making his fingers warm again. When the girl began question about the scout's abilities, it annoyed Desmond slightly since he was a scout himself. Before he could answer, the nephilim began to notice how the girl's eyes widened and her act seemed to change. It seemed like she was suddenly trying to act like a child, almost like she was attempting to make him comfortable.
The scouts eyes narrowed as he forgot about answering the question and began focusing on the girl. Why had her act changed so suddenly? There was silence while Desmond watched the stranger and when she shrieked at the leaves, he soon had his arms cross. The nephilim had been tricked, or at least he believed the girl was attempting to fool him. Admittedly, Desmond was not completely certain, but it all seemed like over dramatic acting. Either way, there was nothing to lose trying to call out a possible bluff. Slowly, Desmond walked closer and gently prodded the girl's back with his foot to get her attention. There was a serious look on his while his green eyes looked at her.
"You're not scared, are ya?" Desmond asked simply. "Cause you changed your attitude to being close to me pretty quick there. By the way, you're overdoing it a bit."
There was no doubt in his voice, which allowed it to carry a tone of genuine belief despite his slight uncertainty. The nephilim stood silently, enjoying the taste of the cherry lollipop while he watched the girl and waited for a response. He was hoping to be correct, or else he would have to deal with a cowardly little girl on a slow walk back to Lorsette.
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting. RenéeFenworth Napoleon Hill
Morning Flight
The boy’s eyes narrowed and she immediately noticed his suspicion. Perhaps she’d gone a bit overboard. Nevertheless, Renée was having fun with her act and decided to continue anyways. With her face buried in the snow, she couldn’t tell his current expression, but assumed it had not changed. A foot nudged her in the back and she looked up in confused innocence.
“What would make you think that mister? I’m just a kid y’know. Everybody gets scared sometimes.”
Rey pulled herself up, sitting with her legs in a ‘w’ shape. A small frown appeared on the young girl’s face and she cocked a head to the side. If her superiors found out about this encounter they would be none too pleased with her childish pranks, but it as too much fun to give up the charade just yet. The ravenette put her hands on the ground between her legs and leaned forward slightly, peering into the boy’s eyes. She felt a bit silly, but repressed a smile.
“U-um, who are you anyways? If you, uh don’t, mind me asking.”
She looked away, pretending to hide a blush and promising herself to end this charade soon. Rey was sure the boy was more than annoyed with her at this point and, unable to help herself, gave a slight embarrassed giggle.
The situation had transformed into a nuisance with the girl's act, but Desmond was not necessarily annoyed given his careless attitude. As it currently stood, the interaction was not work related which meant there was little need for seriousness. What truthfully bothered him was the fact the girl touched him; the nephilim had grown to hate touch. Even the trickery the female was attempting was not listed as a bother to him; being an avid trickster himself made the scout a little impressed. A groan escaped Desmond's lips as the stranger continued to pretend to be terrified of the world around her. Although, there was shortly a smile flickering across his face as he realized that feigning his belief of her fear could result in some entertainment. Like an actor on a stage, the nephilim pulled off a realistic frown.
"I just did not think you were so delicate. Easily rattled by this world around you, but I suppose we can't all be tough. I mean, if the idea of terrors frighten you this horribly, then you must be spineless," he teased, using a realistic voice. "You can't even function and you haven't even seen one. Most people fall apart then, but you, well you cannot even get that far."
Although, he could not be certain about her personality there was always a chance of pride over bravery or a stern hatred for criticism from a stranger. Admittedly, the nephilim's goal was to amuse himself by attempting to get this ravenette to have an outburst at him. There were very few people the ginger had met who would passively allow some negative comments slip by; then again it helped when you specifically looked for the more prone to reactions. When the girl sat up, wearing a frown on her face, Desmond's countenance continued the facade he decided to play. The request for his name was a harmless question, thus the ginger decided to answer.
"Name's Desmond. Now spill yours out, unless you are too scared to," he answered, adding some teasing into the mix.
That was when the girl looked away as though she was hiding a blush, which made Desmond feel immensely uncomfortable. The concept of somebody blushing at him was enough to have the alarms go off in his head. A guarded appearance entered his eyes, the nephilim did not want the young girl to attempt and grow close to him; especially in a romantic manner. There was determination setting in behind his green eyes, he would not allow his heart to receive another trampling ever again.
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting. RenéeFenworth Napoleon Hill
Morning Flight
Asking the boy’s name was silly, she knew who he was. They were in the same unit, though they’d never crossed paths. They were always at the base at separate times and had never worked a hunt together. She knew of his shenanigans, was well aware that he enjoyed playing tricks. The way Fen saw it, this was just a taste of his own medicine; though he did look quite uncomfortable with physical contact. The huntress brushed it off and focused on the situation at hand. It irked her slightly, the way he spoke, but she supposed it was her own fault for starting this game in the first place.
“Well not everyone can be brave like all of those big, strong TRS agents. The hunters are so cool and tough. I wanna be one when I grow up.”
Her voice was filled with amazement and she smiled brightly. If only she had a camera at this moment, it would make for a great laugh later at HQ.
“My name is Fen, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Desmond. I’m sorry to trouble you, I was just wandering and I got a bit lost. Is it okay if I stay with you? I don’t wanna get super lost out here...all by myself.”
Her face turned from admiration to fear and she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly.
Eventually, the gears began turning while Desmond analyzed the girl's face and knew he had heard about a huntress that wore an eye patch, although, the name was alluding him at the moment. Either way, there was a chance that this woman was a hunter and would dislike being told how 'cowardly' she was. At least, most people did not enjoy being criticized and found it offensive; admittedly their offense could be kind of funny. If the situation got bad, the nephilim could easily teleport to escape or defend himself from the young girl. He wanted to be certain that he was not be fooled, thus Desmond decided to be extra mean and play the dream smasher game when she mentioned how she wanted to be a hunter.
"Oh, but there is a problem... I think you might be too cowardly for it at this rate. So the chances of you becoming a hunter is slim, Bubblegum," Desmond responded.
The random nickname idea was more of an innocent teasing to soften the words he had spoken. The scout did not particularly enjoy being rude, but he was fairly certain it was an act. If he was wrong, then that bridge would be crossed when he came to it. When the stranger introduced herself as Fen, Desmond narrowed his eyes as he began to realize something. Fenworth was the last name of a hunter within his unit, although, the first name was slipping his mind. He had the information, which meant that he could definitely play with it. Once again, the girl began acting scare, putting on an improve deception from her last.
"Fen? How odd, if I remember correctly there is a hunter with the last name Fenworth, sound familiar?" Desmond asked, ready to gauge her reaction. "Anyways, I suppose somebody needs to protect a coward like you. Cause if a mean, ol' terror comes tromping around you will probably just freeze up in fear. Aren't I right, Bubblegum?"
The nephilim kept his face and tone of voice serious in a skillful illusion. Desmond had always been particularly good at deception due to years of getting out of punishment from his trouble and being a scout. The ginger folded his arms behind his back and waited for the girl's reaction.
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting. RenéeFenworth Napoleon Hill
Morning Flight
A sigh passed her lips and she stood, looking the boy up and down. The joke was getting old and she supposed it was quite childish of her to play tricks on others.
“Are you done with the insults? You’re quite obnoxious.”
An irritated looks planted itself on her face and she crossed her arms over her chest. Fen was annoyed that her plan had not worked, but even more bothered by the fact this boy had given her a nickname as if they were friends. She scowled.
“And don’t call me that. We are not friends, we are colleagues. I don’t appreciate strangers giving me nicknames and the one you picked is quite patronizing.”
Renée patted her outfit, smoothing down the creases and wrinkles and wiping away clinging snow. The day had not gone as planned and her “peaceful” walk had been interrupted. She debated returning to town or simply walking away from the boy and continuing through the forest. He looked quite serious and was definitely a fine actor, but she was good at reading others. From what Rey’d heard, Desmond was the type of person who got very into a part.
Insults, a majority of the time, were followed by rebukes. Constant jeering towards the girl caused the facade to be retired, at least for now. A smirk graced Desmond's lips as he regarded his fellow TRS member, the negative comment she through back lacking effect. Caring for the thoughts of others was simply not a consciousness taken by the nephilim. Being subjected to the occasion bullying impart from his tricks and lack of wealth caused his sensitivity towards brash comments to decrease. The slightest hints of a chuckle escaped Desmond's lips upon viewing the annoyed countenance on Fen's face. When she indicated it was due to the nickname an amused expression crawled onto the scout's face; it appeared he has met another person who disliked the aliases he gave. Although, the irritation and insistence against the nickname would not be enough to cause the trickster to stop; teasing could arrive from invoking it.
"Awww, did the bubblegum turn sour?" Desmond teased, still grinning. "Besides, it's your fault for trying to trick me. Besides, I've given worse nicknames. You should be happy with bubblegum."
After a few moments, Desmond's hands left the warm pits of his pockets. The fingers were felt, the stinging coldness had now fled them alongside the redness from being shoved into freezing water. A barely audible crunch was heard from his mouth as the lollipop was finished, the condensed paper-wrapped retrieved from his mouth and placed in the opposite pocket of his stash. While the ginger stood, his grey wings twitched slightly, insisting that their master soar through the skies above once more; they always itched for the embrace of flying.
"Anyways, now that we're done with the trickery, why are you actually here?" Desmond began as he adjusted the headphone. "Is there actual work to be done or something? Being bait for the Assembly or somethin'?"
The inquiries remained out of mild curiosity and partially over concern about whether he was interfering by remaining in the area merely for flying. As he relayed his question, the ginger turned away from the ravenette and adjusted the volume to be a pinch lower to assure that he would be capable of hearing her. A long breath was taken, Desmond's green eyes staring at the lake that stretched in front of him. The winter scenery was spectacular considering the fog had cleared, revealing the hoarfrost coating the skeleton trees. It shimmered in the hints of sunlight, creating a peaceful and undisturbed atmosphere if somebody simply ignored the conversation (if it could be referred to as such) between himself and Renée. Although, as it currently stood there appeared no other souls were in sight and the world around them remained still.
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