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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
i told them I wanted to go home[break] but they bound me with their chains
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Never were their thoughts taken to what the library would become when shadows reigned, lurking around every corner as they quietly stalked those within, waiting and watching. The faint sounds of howling wind and Preston's deep breathing were the few sounds managing to reach his ears. From the previous startling, there was a paleness to the male youth's face while his heart pounded hard against his sternum. Admittedly, the blond found himself terrified because of his lonesome navigation through the many shelves of the library; there was truly nobody else out this far. A dreadful sense of solitary embraced the male angel as he proceeded forward, wondering if his company was managing better. While the young girl had appeared benevolent, Preston remained uncertain about the confined space she mentioned, although, the feelings between either option became conflicting. The open spaces of the shelves provided plenty of room for movement but made him approachable from all sides. A deep breath was taken, Preston remaining close to the bookshelves, one hand keeping the light source hovering above it while the other carefully touched the bookshelf.
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Steps were calculated, each carefully accomplished as Preston glanced around, slowly getting himself situated. Hanging above were the usual rectangular outlines of directional signs. The orb of light was sent upwards, illuminating the letters in the light as the blond squinted to make out the words etched on it. On one of the sections, there was an arrow pointing forward to the main desk, the male angel breathing a sigh of relief. While he was certain the foyer was still far from his present location, there was hope that every step carried him closer to safety. A frown remained evident on his face, the teen wondering if his foster father, Alice and his mother were alright. Once he reached where the other occupants of the library were located, the blond planned on texting his foster father to assure they would be well during his absence. The orb of light was held close, Preston remaining uncertain and frightened as he prepared to move forward, his footsteps being slow as creaks rang through the library. Cautiously, he stepped over the small pile of books he accidentally created, his amber eyes flitting across the endless darkness beyond his light source.
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As he moved, the creaks began to multiply, which caused fearful anxiety of weighing onto his shoulders. Despite the slowness infecting his legs, Preston found each creak proceeded to echo through the library, similar to a horror movie. Nervousness engulfed the blond, clouding judgement as the hair stood on end and his heart palpitated inside his chest until someone suddenly approached through the shelves and spoke. Immediately, Preston backpedalled, a surprised shout escaping his mouth as he backed away from the sound's source. The previously fallen books blocked his past, the male angel promptly tripping over the literature and landing on his bottom, light extinguishing in the process. Breaths were deep as his amber eyes slowly drifted up to the familiar face of the stranger from before.
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"Y-you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Preston shouted, still breathing slightly heavier.
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Gradually, the blond youth returned to his feet, his breathing and heart rate regulating. A calmness settled over him, allowing for the male angel to reignite the light orb in his hand. Silently, Preston stood, amber eyes locked with the floor with a slight redness painted across his cheeks. Admittedly, the blond was embarrassed about being caught extremely off guard and for stubbornly deciding his route was better despite the girl stating she worked at the library. Alas, confined spacing during a possible terror attack was beyond frightful for the youth, especially because of the staircase memories which plagued his mind.
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"... Why did you want to check on me? ... I wouldn't listen to you," he mumbled, carefully stepping around the books.
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Despite the direness of the situation, the blond wished to avoid damaging the books which the library worked effortfully to maintain and organize. Unfortunately, he already created a mess for them to clean once the blizzard passed and everything was safe again.
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Upon making her presence known, Myrcella received a terrified cry from the youth, whom hastily backed away from her and fell right onto his bottom. His reaction was one that she had not foreseen.... her Topaz eyes, widening from a momentary startled stirring within in response to his fright, fell upon the boy who'd not only collapsed to the ground but had also taken a few books with him by the appearance of the various open pages scattered around him.
His light had flickered away but Myrcella's own remained manifesting in a soothing, steady sway that prevent the two of them from being shrouded in darkness. All that illuminated, as though from a large candlelight, were the two of them and surrounding books. His breaths were labored, pacing them only enough to shout out how she had given him a heart attack. Metaphorically, of course.... she could tell that he wasn't literally having one. Her eyes blinked upon him, observing his frazzled demeanor while trying to ensure her light remained summoned as to allow the boy a moment to re-collect himself and stand up.
A silence wove between them as she patiently gave him a moment to compose himself. What replaced his previous scare was embarrassment.... he could hardly even look at her. Was it because she hadn't said anything to him? He did seem all right, other than the slip he just performed, and the mess of books that surrounded him. Terrors weren't the sneakiest of monsters and it was evident none was present with them, of which case she was greatly thankful for.
When he mumbleed out his wonderment, Myrcella's almond-shaped eyes once more narrowed. "Had I not turned around to check on you, I would have been indirectly responsible for the danger and injuries you would have suffered if a terror infiltrated the building," She answered him softly before her gaze shifted off towards the eerie looming of shadows that were kept at bay in thanks to a summoned light. The whole purpose of having taken the hidden passage was defeated at this point. She, nonetheless, went out into the open halls to search for him out of worry and was closer to where she started in the journey towards safety. The situation would've been simpler... if he allowed her to show him her way through the Library.
"Though, the greatest danger you seem to be in right now is tripping over books..." She added in a flatter, quiet tone when lowering her gaze to the floor. A peeve of disorganization crept along her nerves, daring her to sweep up the books but she restrained herself, knowing that more pressing matters were at hand.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Rapidly, Preston's heart keeping beating inside his chest from the sudden scare, the blond youth slowly recovering. Moments prior himself and the russet-haired girl parted ways, thus the thought of her seeking him out never occurred to him. The young girl supposedly planned on going through a hidden corridor which could allow her to navigate to the front desk faster than following the signs. The faint red colouring his cheeks remained as the young blond carefully steadied himself, rising to his feet. Cautiously, the male angel assured no books would be unfortunately stomped under his feet; destroying literature was considered a crime in his eyes. While the young girl spoke, Preston straightened himself and took a few slow steps away from the pile of books. Embarrassment remained evident on the male angel's face as his hands carefully dusted himself off, the light floating above him briefly to allow for the action. Once completed, the blond lifted his hand, the orb of light returning to settle on the palm of his hand. The angel's amber eyes remained locked with the floor as the stranger explained her reasoning for searching for him.
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When she mentioned being held accountable for the injuries he could obtain from a terror entering the establishment, the red faded as he glanced towards her, raising a brow. The male angel recognized his own decisions would have been the cause for any physical harm he faced navigating the hallways of the library alone.
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"But I made my choice," he countered quietly. "You can't be held accountable if I decided to put myself in harm's way."
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Notions of the young girl possibly being guilt-ridden from abandoning him inside the hallways of the library never crossed the youth's mind, but Preston believed he could handle himself. From a young age, the blond became independent in both his studies and life in a desperate attempt to escape the clutches of his previous foster home. They wanted to teach him to hate, but Preston refused to despise the fallen angels who cared for him through his early years. In order to rebel against the notion, the blond became independent and stubborn, which easily resulted in a moment of weakness when the girl desired to assist him in their situation. At the mentioning of his greatest danger being books, Preston pouted, his eyes narrowing as red painted across his cheeks again; he could handle some books! Immediately, his eyes flitted away, his independence feeling slightly damaged for tripping over a pile of books when the girl startled him.
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"Whatever," he mumbled. "Let's just get to the front."
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There was no hesitation as Preston proceeded forward, following the signs which indicated the front desk was nearby. Embarrassment remained evident on the youthful boy's cheeks as he continued, feeling ridiculous for tripping over a tiny pile of books. Cautious touched his steps after falling once, the blond angel carefully scanning the ground below to assure there were no obstacles which could potentially trip him. Foolishly tripping over a pile of books would not occur a second time, especially since Preston refused to allow it to happen ever again.
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The blonde managed to successfully recover from his fall, having steadied himself onto his feet once more whilst dusting any residue off that he may have gathered from the floor and avoiding stepping on the pages of books. Myrcella supposed that after the power came back on, there would be quite a clean-up for the staff.... she doubted this area was the only one throughout the building that didn't suffer some form of clutter, or even damage. She'd hoped that the monstrosity of a terror outside wouldn't end up wrecking havoc on the premises, either. Though since the Library was a public and government-owned space, she felt fairly at ease in knowing that some form of back-up was possible... if push came to shove.
The blonde countered her comment about being liable, stating that it wouldn't be proper for her to be held accountable for a choice he made. However, that's not how the world worked. He was a minor, a child at that, and she was an employee. She doubted legal manners would come into play but for the sake of morality she would feel like one of many self-focused individuals whom put themselves before others no matter the cause, had she merely turned a blind eye to the possible dangers he may have been posed with.
She didn't bother to argue with him, however. The boy seemed rather bold of opinion and Myrcella admittedly didn't want to waste her energy on bantering with him over something she, personally, felt she was right about. A kid wouldn't really understand it. His pouting at her matter-of-fact statement about the books only enhanced what she already observed, about how he was indeed still only a kid. His face was bright red from what she presumed was embarrassment that refused to subside.
That OCD side of her.... she had difficulty combating. As the seconds passed, Myrcella's jaw slightly tightened as she couldn't help but to quickly sweep a few books up using a swaying ray of light, and gently stacking them into a pile up against one of the shelves so that they weren't in the way. She just... couldn't stand clutter.... and needed to do at least something. It was a quick gesture she made to retrieve at least some of the catastrophe of books before turning to follow the boy as he resumed following the signs. Myrcella was very quiet.... observant, and quiet. Had she spoken, she knew it wouldn't be anything that'd relieve the boy of his self-conscious embarrassment that followed him like a shadow. She was aware that she wasn't a 'people person', anyway. At least... two was better than one in terms of traveling during uncertain situations, correct?
A howling wind loudly resumed before a loud creak sounded underneath Preston's feet as he walked. The floorboards creaked ever so much louder underneath him, before a loud THWACK hit the side of the building, causing Myrcella herself to jump and accidentally bump into Preston. "Sorry..." She mumbled softly, apprehensive eyes panning about the room, "That... was just a branch outside, right?"
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Creaks from the floorboards echoed through the hallway as Preston proceeded forward, red still tinting his cheeks. There was a brief glance back at his companion who remained nameless. Immediately, the blond rolled his eyes as he watched her orb of light moved as she gathered the books to carefully stacked them. Annoyance became evident in Preston’s body language as his cheeks puffed out, his amber eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms to wait. A single hand was left free when the male angel crossed his arms, his own ball of light being perched in his hand. The subtle tapping of his foot on the creaky floor was obvious as Preston impatiently waited for the russet-haired girl. Tidying those books was an unnecessary waste of time in the blond boy’s opinion, especially considering their current predicament. They lacked knowledge on if a terror managed to invade the safety of the library, yet, these books were taking precedence over reaching safety! A pout settled on Preston’s face as he watched the young girl for a few moments. Eventually, an irritated sigh escaped his lips, a cloud of steam trailing out. Fixation was lost on his present issue with his companion and instead on the white cloud of exhaled breath. Without electricity, the heating systems were no longer capable of warming those inside the building. There was a soft frown on Preston’s face as he noticed the slight chill in the air.
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“Is that really necessary? If there is a terror here, we need to get to where everyone else is… What if there is rescue?” Preston asked, concern accidentally slipping into his words.
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The young boy tightened his crossed arms, nervous about the cold potentially making him sick or bringing worse ailments. Memories of his foster home prior to leaving flashed through Preston’s mind, the young blond wishing he had remained there. They were prepared for the blizzard, not to mention the comfort of familiar faces in a time of the potential disaster was easily longed for. Even when they arrived at the front desk, there were no promises of escape or potentially reuniting with his foster family. When his companion appeared prepared to keep walking, Preston’s arms uncrossed, one returning to his side while the other remained up to hold the ball of light. Slowly, the blond angel ventured forward, amber eyes flirting around to make out the vague outlines of book spines and large wooden shelves. The creaking increased as they moved, allowing for the library’s age to truly be displayed. Outside the wind moaned and whistles as snow piled up outside, suggesting extensive clearance for the city workers. There was a hauntedness to wandering the hallways of the library, the location almost feeling abandoned because of the lack of people in the vicinity. Abruptly, a loud noise echoed through the walls, making a shout of surprise escape Preston’s mouth as the girl bumped into him.
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Thumping hard inside his chest was Preston’s heart, his breathing become quick and shallow in response to the sudden noise. The apology was heard and accompanied by a single question. A nervous countenance arrived on the blond’s face as he briefly glanced around, still suffering the side effects of being frightened.
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“I-it’s fine,” he mumbled as he slowly calmed. “It… uh… had to be a branch… I hope…”
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Each word was unintentionally laced with fearful anxiety as Preston surveyed their surroundings with large, amber eyes. Anxiously, the blond continued through the labyrinth of books, his eyes constantly scanning the area for threads. Gradually, they got closer to the front desk, the building still creaking and whining as the wind battered against it. A loud scratching noise echoed through the library, making Preston tremble slightly as he proceeded; could those be the sounds of a branch or the claws of a terror?!
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The boy's displeasure with her brief tidying had managed to tap dance on Myrcella's nerve while she'd used her light magic to carry some of the fallen books into a more so organized fashion. The sigh he gave out before asking if what she was doing was necessary enhanced this. Her coming back to check on him and having decided to accompany him should have been enough to make the boy be a little less tense with her but apparently that wasn't the case.
He had a point... but Myrcella, also, couldn't stand messes to the point of where just thinking about it bothered her."We'll make it there on time. I don't see the harm in what I'm doing," She stated flatly, having already finished since she didn't intend on doing a whole fix-up of the entire area. She was aware his intentions weren't bad with saying what he did. But, she also disliked feeling... bossed around. She would put up with it when it pertained to her superiors, but around most others...
Their situation didn't seem to be merciless towards them, however. The booms and cracks outside that echoed after the one loud thwacking was enough to render Myrcella feeling faint, if not numb to her own body as a result from the anxiety she kept burrowed within. She took a step back to give the blonde his face after their minor collision, Topaz eyes continuing to flicker about the room suspiciously as he agreed that he himself had thought the same thing. "Yes... yes, it must just be a branch," She affirmed, raising a hand to brush some of her hair away from her face, "It must be, if we both believe that is the case..." Her words were more so trying to convince herself of this fact.
She resumed following the boy, her light having long been summoned away after sneaking another couple wistful flicks of it to brush aside a stray book here and there... stubborn, yes she was. They were positively making progress on their venture without anything jumping out at them, though the creeks of the old building and the ruckus outside didn't cease. Things seemed to be fine until a loud scratching noise echoed.... that didn't sound normal. "Ugh, by Akari's name..." Myrcella finally grumbled in stressed out, agitated distress, "Is every eerie noise possible echoing around here?" The girl sped up a little, somewhat surpassing Preston but only by a couple steps as she still remained close. ".... Do you have family nearby?" She decidedly asked him after a slight pause. So far, they had only really butt-heads over what they felt safest with doing during the black-out... she really didn't know this boy at all, and had desired to make more so pleasant conversation, even if only a few comments were exchanged. She, too, hoped, it'd make the air feel less heavy.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] An impatient sigh escaped Preston's slightly parted lips when the mysterious girl stated there was no harm in her actions to tidy the pile of books. The horrifying situation resulting in the blond boy becoming frightened by their momentary paused, the darkness which surrounded possibly holding a variety of monsters. Anything could be lurking amidst the shelves, the subtle creaks of the settling building suggesting constant movement. Nervousness proceeded to grip him, a mild relaxation transcending on the male angel when the pair finally continued to move forward. Every one of the blond's senses remained on alert as they moved towards the front desk, the paranoia of a terror potentially appearing from the depths of the darkness becoming a nerve-wracking notion. The loud cracking followed promptly by something slamming hard into the side of the building only made the blond angel become more fearful of their current situation, the young boy trembling slightly. As they spoke, Preston kept his hands closer to his chest, the orb of lighting making his features easily viewed. An anxious and frightened expression evident on his face, lips were drawn into a frown, eyes wider than usual as he glanced around, searching for a potential threat.
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There was a slow nod in response to the russet-haired girl's speculation, the blond wishing to believe every word of that belief; branches were not as threatening as a menacing terror. Despite the possibility, Preston's heart continued to rapidly beat, bumping against his sternum.
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"Th-That has to be it," Preston mumbled quietly.
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Gradually, the walking recommenced, the blond picking up the pace because of the fears manifested by the creepy noises which echoed through the large building. The scratching noises resulted in goosebumps coating Preston's flesh, a shiver rattling his body as he kept moving forward. When the young girl spoke and surpassed him, the blond used it as an excuse to increase the speed of his pace. There was no proper answer as Preston hurried behind the young girl, still frightened by the noises and the possibility of an enemy lurking in the shadows. The young blond walked beside the russet-haired girl, working to matching the quicker pace she set. The question which broke the frightening noises surprised Preston, his amber eyes flitting towards the girl, widened by surprise.
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"No... my mom is in the hospital... then my foster family is at home," Preston answered in a hushed tone.
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A sorrowful sheen clouded his amber eyes, the blond immediately becoming worried about the well-being of his family, especially his mother who was attempting to recover by the cursed illness which plagued her. Nobody could break it, thus she remained sick and in the requirement of constant medical care until she healed. While Preston was optimistic, he found it difficult not to worry about his ailing mother, but certainly, the medical staff at the hospital could properly care for her health. A soft sigh escaped Preston's mouth, the young boy going quiet as his stomach churned with worry.
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The boy sped up in his steps, resulting in him walking alongside her. The illumination of light summoned by him successfully lit both of their features, much like a soft-golden halo in the midst of what felt like eternal darkness, for most of their surroundings still remained shadowed away from clear view.
She silently acknowledged that he had maintained his light without it dimming, thus indicating low energy if it did, and so she was slightly impressed that despite his fearfulness he managed to keep his light orb summoned. If he was unable she would, of course, step in to help with her own manifestations but for the time being she felt less reluctant letting him take the reigns in regards to that. She let him 'shine' and show his capability.
Myrcella turned her head enough to see both the direction in front of her where they were walking, and to see the blonde when he begun speaking. The glow of light illuminated him well and allowed for her to see the surprise that ignited within his eyes upon being asked such as thing. She listened patiently... and observed how the surprise in his eyes turned solemn, mixed with worry that was distinct. Her own eyes remained their almond-narrow, but attentively softened at the boy. Having a mother in the hospital was serious and concerning. He was still young, adding an additional element of closeness and reliance on her... she couldn't begin to imagine how frightening it must have been to have a close parental figure going through such a difficult time of health.
"I see..." Myrcella murmured quietly, their steps lightly echoing as their feet left the creak of wood and instead embarked onto firmer, man-made flooring. They had left one region of the Library and were getting closer to the main hall. "What happened to your mother?" She asked him but a couple moments later, "I will respect your feelings if it is too difficult for you to discuss..."
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] A single arm wrapped around his stomach tightly, Preston embracing himself to soothe the worried churning of his stomach. These were the moments where the blond angel wished he could remain right by his mother's side. At least then he would have the comfort and support of the woman who raised him through his early years. The optimist believed his mother would get better, but he worried immensely about the amount of time it would take until she fully recovered and they could return home together. Days were passing and improvements appeared sparse, which suggested the possibility of extended periods of time being spent inside the hospital. Furthermore, the unknown location of his biological father complicated things since the man appeared to send money to afford the treatments for his wife, but never appeared to visit. Perhaps he was too busy working to gain the income to afford the pricey medical bills? There was little information Preston wished to touch on when people inquired on his mother's illness, especially considering he could already guess where the curse manifested from. The town he was born in was always Heaven oriented, thus he assumed they would have cursed her which resulted in a medical transfer to Lorsette.
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There was a pause, Preston freezing momentarily as his thoughts entirely fixated on his mother and forgot about their frightening surroundings. A large frown became evident on the angel's face as his amber eyes avoided the path ahead and instead remained focused on the ground beneath them. The medical problems his mother was given always became a grim, sorrowful topic despite the boy's optimistic mind.
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"She was cursed," he whimpered. "A-and nobody can br-break it yet..."
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A tough facade was maintained on Preston's face, the young boy holding back any potential tears. Somebody decided to place his mother into this painful, withering state and he was forced to watch as his mother struggled in her recovery. The ball of light was brought closer, Preston attempting to find calmness in keeping his arms close. When he finally began moving again, his steps were merely a slow shuffle of movement as he proceeded forward, upset by the thoughts which invaded his mind. Visiting his mother would come once the blizzard subsided and Zachary deemed it safe to visit the hospital; he needed to know if she was alright. There was a slight dimming to the orb of light, the sorrow of his mother's situation disturbing his focus more than fear could ever manage; he had the bravery to fight through instances of terror. However, for just an instant, the eerie sounds were blocked out as sad thoughts attempted to conquer his mind.
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Her companion came to a sudden halt in his steps upon a risky question. Myrcella had ensured she were respectful of the boy's boundaries and would remain as such. Not simply out of them having just recently met and not wanting to 'pry' in a newly met individual's business, but out of decency of knowing certain matters in one's life were fragile... soft and vulnerable, perhaps too vulnerable for comfort of exposing its weakness in the face of others. She soon came to a halt in her own walking when seeing that the boy had indeed paused, turning to face him. A frown tugged at the boy's mouth with eyes having lowered in somber emotion.
Even though it was evident in the change of his expression that his mother's situation was that of pain and suffering for him, he still composed himself in a strong disposition in the way of which his face hardened. Myrcella could in a way relate to such a reaction, as she refrained from letting herself crumble in distraught to the best of her ability when it came to her own hardships. She learned how friendly smiles, chatty interests, and pleasant gazes didn't equate to a person being trustworthy. Such warm faces could be masks... and supposed concern could be nothing more than nosiness.
Her almond eyes rested upon the blonde, patient yet poised in her demeanor before he revealed his mother was sent to the hospital as a result of being cursed. Without needing further emphasis, it was clear to see that the curse was serious and Myrcella's own studies enabled her to have a grasp on the severity of what the most powerful of curses could entail. The boy was strong... to compose himself in such a way when speaking of her, though he likely had no choice but to learn how to be that way to survive without a present mother.
Myrcella's gaze softened in sympathy for his situation. To be without a mother at a young age would be...
The thought alone caused her jawline to tighten. There was no proper thing to say in response, as nothing spoken would change the cold reality of what'd been done to the boy's mother. When the blonde begun walking once more, Myrcella resumed beside him. Her summoned flare of light rolled around her wrist in a flicker before once more swaying in the center of her risen palm. "You are a brave young man to continue forward while your mother is in a dire state," A calm voice arose, her eyes fixated up ahead as they walked, "I may not know your mother personally, but I would like to believe she is proud of you,"
A distant groan arose beyond the walls, very likely residing outside and belonging to a fiend... one that may have just reached its demise at the hands of the TRS. "Curses are a truly terrible creation of this world..." Myrcella finalized in a begrudged murmur, silently acknowledging the sound but not paying any serious attention to it as it posed no direct threat at the time. She, instead, was in a thoughtful state of mind.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Mothers were important in any child's life, especially at delicate ages where developments to the body were being made. Currently, Preston found himself in those confusing times where the body developed and his thinking patterns altered, becoming slightly more mature; the difference was hardly noticeable considering he was a mature, young boy to begin with. Alas, the blond's mother was forced to be absent as he grew older and wondered his way through school. A foster father was his only parent, although, Preston would admit Zachary was the best fake dad to ever become his foster parent. The first punished him for his kindness towards hell species and lack of interest in creating holy water. The angel boy was raised around hell species parents, thus he refused to harm those associated with that species. Despite what people said, those creatures could display kindness and love. Pressure existed behind the young angel's eyes as his body attempted to persuade him to cry, meanwhile, he refused to accomplish the action. Crying was embarrassing and displayed vulnerability and he promised to be strong for his mother.
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Handing her a platter of concerns could worsen her condition, which was something Preston feared. Thus, the male teen displayed strength and never informed his mother of school-based concerns or anything similar. The blond's breathing was deeper from his efforts to avoid crying. The sounds of sniffling were obvious, the blond rubbing his eyes when the slightest hint of water breached through. The young man looked away, eyes locking with the carpet-covered floor beneath because of his embarrassment over possibly crying. A calm voice commended him for his strength in handling his mother's illness, even going lengths to state his mother would be proud. Slowly, Preston's eyes gave the redhead a fleeting glance before returning to the carpet. The blond was quiet for a few moments, surprised at the kind words. A loud groan echoed through the walls, the blond stiffening as he quickly glanced around, surveying the area. When he found nothing wrong, the male angel calmed. The final comment prompted Preston to nod slowly, agreeing with curses being horrible. Silence reigned for a few more minutes before the blond gained strength to talk.
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"... Thank you... I appreciate the comment," Preston murmured.
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Gradually, Preston began walking forward, remembering how crucial it was for them to continue through the shelves. The front desk was nearby, meaning they would soon discover safety among the other people trapped inside the library. A thought entered the blond's head as he glanced at the redheaded girl.
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"I never asked... What is your name?" He inquired quietly.
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The girl's kindness prompted Preston to attempt friendliness. So far, the redhead seemed benevolent, leaving her safe path to check on him and later providing a pleasant compliment. The young blond kept walking, keeping a reasonable pace so him and the redhead could stick together.
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The sound of sniffling reached Myrcella's ears, and the girl's softened gaze wavered between the boy and the shelves of books before them. She didn't want to stare... and, in all honesty, she wasn't the most elegant with handling heavier emotions such as experiencing the tears and sorrow of another. She had empathy and sympathy for others, but perhaps... it was her own strict, diligent upbringing that rendered her that pang of uncertainty whenever shown the vulnerabilities of herself and others. She cared... she didn't want for him to be in pain, but knew there was nothing she could do to rid of the pain of having been separated from a mother.
Momentarily she fretted over wanting to comfort him but being uncertain how to. Their gazes didn't meet, though he definitely had her undivided attention. His own eyes befell the carpet as the load monstrous groan rumbled from afar and both Myrcella and the youth cautiously glanced around the nearly darkened vast room at the same time. She readied herself for any possible attack from their many blind spots, raising her illuminated hand in a defensive stature... but when the coast was validly clear, she once more lowered it just before the blonde spoke up.
"... Thank you... I appreciate the comment,"
Myrcella's gaze remained serious yet sympathetically softened, providing the boy with a minimal nod in response. She was partially glad that she hadn't managed to worsen his current emotional state for himself during a rather dire situation. She would feel quite guilty and responsible for his tears had they truly fallen.... for she was hard on herself, and would have believed her presumptions about herself being too cold to comfort another.
When the boy begun walking forward, she resumed her footsteps as well. The architecture of the building dimly shown around them from both of their summoned light magic's doing and she was able to recognize that they were nearing their destination, based on being able to better see.
"I never asked... What is your name?"
Initially she gazed at him from the corner of her eye before slightly turning her head to look in his direction. "Myrcella Dior," She introduced, her voice cool and calm against the ominous backdrop of their environment, "What is yours...?" A barrier felt as though it were being uplifted between them... what were the odds in such nerve-inducing circumstances?
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Awkwardness developed because of Preston's display of emotional distress. Pondering his mother's situation frightened the young blond drastically. The library's power was out, darkness engulfing their surroundings while loud noises lurked beyond those walls. A frightening type that kept trepidation inside Preston's chest, squeezing his heart, concern only worsening the side-effects. Was the hospital dark and dangerous? Perhaps his mother was in peril because of the frigid, cruel blizzard that arrived on Lorsette's doorstep.
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During these unfortunate circumstances brought on by storms, a hospital would undoubtedly struggle. Mental prayers were sent to Akari and Volos, hoping his mother would survive the horrible situation. His mother could not perish... she needed to recover from the cursed illness so they could be together. Reuniting was a necessity, something Preston believed would happen. The angel believed his mother had to survive. The moment she recovered, the Clark Family could be together, mother and son standing as a family.
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Breaths possessed subtle notes of shakiness as Preston attempted to soothe his breathing. Sniffles proceeded as the angel attempted to keep the mucus from escaping his nose; it would be disgusting if it did. Luckily, emotions were somewhat calm by the redhead's sympathetic demeanour towards his personal sorrows. Silence fell over Preston similar to a blanket they walked together until the time arrived to exchange names. She presented her, further adding a surname, giving her a professional vibe from her calmness; her name was Myrcella Dior.
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"Preston Clark," the young blond quietly reciprocated.
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A comfort settled over the situation as they neared the front of the library. Another thud echoed through the library, reverberated off the walls and shaking the ground. The blond sway, hand colliding with the side of a bookshelf to keep himself upright. Palpitations of fear coursed through his heart, the timid boy pausing, glancing through the shelves to check for any threats. A ball of light was summoned, Preston manipulating it to comb through the area, allowing his amber eyes to check the darkened areas.
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"... Um... what do you think that was?" Preston hushedly asked Myrcella.
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Their situation was ill-favouring, the type only adrenaline junkies enjoyed participating in. By no regards did Preston desire to dawn a mask and play hero... he would rather prefer to be tucked away safely at home. Fortunately, the blond angel was no longer wandering the pathways between the books by his lonesome. It assisted with keeping fending off the paranoia inspired by fear and assured should a terror be lurking the shelved halls of the library, somebody could assist in keeping them safe.
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The young blonde shared that his name was Preston Clark. "It's... a pleasure meeting you. Despite this situation of ours..." She offered in response, having needed a second to mull over how to properly word her comment. It wasn't a pleasant situation nor were they brought together through pleasant means... but it was a polite way of finishing off an introduction, and the more she spoke with this boy, the more she could feel her heart sympathetically tugging.
A loud thud reverberated off the Library walls, causing Myrcella's lean legs to lightly stagger into a stop as she caught herself by positioning a hand up against the shelf beside her.
"Bloody hell..." She grumbled aloud, mostly to herself, and turned her head to look up. The boy had summoned a ball of light to maneuver the scene. He asked her what she believed the commotion was and her eyes narrowed in wariness and contemplation.
"Must be trying to break in..." She answered, "I think we're fine... come on, the sooner we get to the front of the library, the sooner we may be safer than we are here," Standing up straight once more, she marched onward but another loud thud shook the building and Myrcella barely prevented herself from tripping over her feet.
The swaying wisp of light around her hand glowed brighter as fear pulsed through her veins, the adrenaline pulsating her summmoned magic. "Say something if you hear or see anything suspicious..."
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Palpitations echo through Preston's ribcage as his wide, amber eyes glanced around. Perhaps their meeting was pleasant, but anything else possessed the atmosphere of a horror movie. Dark, eerie hallways, howling wind followed by the spooky creaks of a settling building then the addition of loud, building-shaking noises failed to assist the situation. It was extremely unsettling for the young blond as he steadied himself onto his feet. His breaths were heavier than previous, influenced by the fear being hefted onto his shoulders.
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Hesitantly, he began moving, feet a slow shuffle and his ball of light returning to carefully sit above the palm of his hand. Throughout the abrupt shaking, Myrcella had mumbled something, although, Preston did not comment on the words being said. Their situation was frustrating, but they required iron resolve to get through everything. The answer Myrcella provided made Preston flinch. The Assembly was attempting to break into the library, meaning their malicious terrors would and they would be in danger...
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Trepidation lurked within Preston, alas, when things were steady, he strode forward. He followed Myrcella further down the hallway until thud! The building shook, causing the mid-step blond to become unsteady and shakily moving close to the grounds. His hands collided with the carpet, ball of light fading as he softly hit the ground. Slowly, he brought his knees closer to sit on the ground for a few moments. Afterwards, Preston pushed himself to his feet, dusting himself off before summoning his light ball and following Myrcella.
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"I wonder what they are using to cause this much shaking," Preston whispered.
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Earth manipulators could potentially cause something of this mildness, but there was something different about this situation. The single question that echoed through his mind and created skepticism, how had they not gotten in yet? With such a magnitude of abilities in there world, why would they require multiple of these building-shaking thuds? A pause was given when Myrcella requested for anything suspicious to be mentioned.
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"... What if a fight is happening outside? Maybe the TRS are here," Preston suggested hopefully.
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Not necessarily a suspicion, but a notable fact about the situation. Only moments later did another loud thud echo through the library, louder than before. The building shook, bookshelves swaying slightly as a few pieces of literature fell from their locations. Preston's hand touched the side of a bookshelf, a soft 'whoa' escaping his lips in surprise. Whatever was happening... it was something big...
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