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.
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!
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I’m still here,’ Josuah’s voice came in strong, surprising Brendon somewhat. He had thought they had lost their ability to communicate. His familiar’s next words came forcefully, ‘I want to be the one to brush your hair’, and Brendon immediately reacted, making a face in the mirror, his cheeks darkening as a flustered and frustrated feeling bubbled to life within his petite form.
‘Brush my hair!’ Brendon replied right away, fuming. ‘I —I’m the master! I… I’m going to brush your hair!’
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” His mother asked him, spying his disgruntled and red-faced expression in the mirror, and looked quite perplexed. “I think your hair looks very nice,” She sounded a little taken aback, obviously misunderstanding his expression as being a reaction to the hairstyle she had given him.
“N-No, it’s…!” He fumbled out, faltered, and puffed his cheeks out, his heart beating quickly. “I—…! I’ve just decided!” He almost exclaimed in a huff, sitting more forward, and straight as a board, within his seat. “I’m going to do my familiar’s hair!” He said aloud but also channeled it through his mind, giving Josuah a taste of his own medicine!
Josuah naturally paused when Brendon suddenly argued with him, but he had expected it. His expression became a frown as he finished putting on the clothes given to him and then glanced within the mirror. He didn't like the outfit given to him...the colors and material felt unfitting to what he liked. But what did he like?
His emerald gaze lifted to his hair as he reached up and drew a strand down that just raised once more. It was then that Brendon's voice boomed within his mind...giving him a taste of what he was saying out loud. His whole body grew tense from the shock of his outburst, but he settled himself down and felt irritated.
Brendon kept taking what he wanted from him while continuing to deny him things he wanted in return. It was then that his eyes traveled down to a comb that was placed on the counter and a rebellious act soon followed.
'If you won't give me what I want...then I won't comply either,' he told Brendon firmly as he grabbed the comb and began brushing his hair down. 'I'll do my own hair.'
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is mother was completely confused, but Brendon knew that she would have no idea what he was going on about, or why. She didn’t know that he and his familiar were speaking telepathically to one another, and he didn’t want to tell her. “Well… that’s fine,” She told him haltingly, but was fussy over their meeting with his grandfather, so she was the one who ultimately denied him what he wanted. “But not this time, next time, all right?”
‘If you won’t give me what I want… then I won’t comply either,’ Josuah spoke to him, making it difficult to focus on the conversation with his mother. ‘I’ll do my own hair.’
‘No, it’s either me or my mom! You’re not allowed to do your own hair!’ Brendon huffed back at him, still fuming, and feeling a bit cocky about his “orders”. ‘Only masters can!’
Brendon had sat back in the chair once more, slouching down, and glowering into the mirror, but his mother had taken that as his reluctant acceptance of her proposition.
Josuah closed his eyes and exhaled when Brendon didn't hesitate to argue with him and even use his contract against him. He knew deep down that he wouldn't have allowed this type of treatment...that he would grow vicious to regain his freedom. But there was something about Brendon that pacified his temper. His emerald gaze narrowed as he became more determined to complete his hair and return to the room without saying another word to his master.
Brendon was frustrating, but he was also kind to him and a child. He had to keep all of these in mind while he dealt with him because he...he was the adult. His gaze narrowed on himself as he thought those words and felt he urgency to prove that he was mature...that he could step into the body that had been given to him.
He may have been a child before he was cursed, but he was a man now and he was determined to never forget that. Josuah turned and retreated from the bathroom to enter the room where his master and the mother resided.
"I brushed my hair," he stated boldly as his gaze flickered down to Brendon.
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is mother finished his hair and tapped him on his shoulders to signal for him to get up. Brendon reluctantly did so and ventured out from behind the wall divider to return to his bed, sitting down at its edge. He wasn’t able to feel much worry or apprehension because Josuah was immediately re-entering, and after giving him a daring glance his familiar defiantly announced, “I brushed my hair”.
“Oh, so you did,” His mother returned, pleasantly surprised, but Brendon just glowered at him. She gave him compliments while he just silently fumed. “Well, I think you did a good job. It was quite all a-tangle before, I was worried how I would get some of the knots out.”
“I think it looks stupid!” Brendon declared, brattily, and his heated remarked earned a surprised look from his mother, who had never seen or heard him outright insult someone else before.
“Brendon!” She chastised him right away, and it was annoying, causing him to huff and cross his arms over his chest. “It doesn’t, and that was rude.”
The fire burning within Brendon...was entering him so powerfully. His feelings washed away his own and made him feel strange. He was listening to Brendon's mother, but he could just feel all of his master's pent up frustrations. When he finally spoke up to yell at him, Josuah found himself closing his eyes and remaining very still.
He didn't realize how the boy's words bothered him...how his desire to wave in his face that he was nothing more than a familiar weighed into his heart. When he finally opened his eyes...he realized he was no longer a man...but a beast.
His emerald gaze lowered to the floor and he felt desolated. He was trying to untangle the world he had found himself in, but it was difficult and made him close off.
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hey were both surprised, however, to look toward Josuah and find that he had transitioned back into the golden wolf-beast, and no longer stood before them as his human self. His mother immediately began to fret. “Come now, we need you in your human form to speak with Fergus.” She looked to Brendon with much more of a sharpness within her features as she told him more firmly, “Brendon, apologize to him for what you said.”
Brendon openly balked, and turned pink in the face, before his amber gaze jerked to Josuah. A part of him felt as though he were doing this on purpose! In order to get him in trouble and make him have to apologize in front of his mom!
“I only meant it looked stupid, because I could do it better,” He grumbled out, growing more defensive and snooty as he went. But, his mother’s chastising ‘Brendon!’ made him huff and throw a bit of a fit as he corrected; “Fine! You’re hair looks beautiful! All shiny and masterfully combed by a true barber hair cutter!!!”
Brendon's mother instantly tried to reprehend the situation by telling him that he needed to be human before they could meet with Fergus. Joshua knew that he was being childish by allowing his master's words to effect him...and it was more insulting when the boy's mother tried to get him to apologize in order to mend his feelings.
His emerald gaze hardened as his heart tightened and he forced himself to return to his human self. He stood there tense and glanced towards the two of them to explain himself.
"It was an accident," he admitted and it wasn't entirely a lie. He didn't say anything else as he stood there and waited not truly looking at either of them any more. His gaze instead was towards the window. He could see the wall even from where he stood...and it was reminder of his cage...of how he had stumbled into a place where only one person believed he belonged and they seemed to change their mind base don their temper.
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owever, before Brendon had been able to say anything, Josuah had shifted back into a human. “It was an accident,” He seemed to tell his mom more specifically, and Brendon continued to glower at him even in despite of the fact that his familiar seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him. Brendon didn’t understand why he was being so ridiculous! And about his stupid hair too! The fact that he had done all of that, and then come back into the room all moody, and was now avoiding him, just made him madder and madder by the second!
“...All right,” His mother didn’t sound convinced — maybe cause he was making it so obvious!!! — but she accepted his explanation anyway. “Well, then…” She paused to take in what seemed to be a shaky breath, and smoothed down her dress. “I guess we should go now. I want the two of you to try and explain everything you can to Fergus. I’ll try my best to explain all that I can as well.”
Suddenly, Brendon felt that sinking sort of feeling again. He could feel it in his stomach as he watched the way his mom looked and heard the way she sounded. His grandfather was nothing but bad news… He felt like it was likely a really bad thing that his grandfather wanted an explanation. But, it would probably be okay. It would just be intimidating… and annoying.
His mom opened the bedroom door for them and ushered them to head out, and Brendon suddenly felt like a weight had been placed over him, making his body feel a lot heavier as he stepped out of the room with them.
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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.
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