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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The Staff
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Summer 2022
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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Ryker had realized upon teleporting a few months back that he had forgotten to give Garret his phone number, so he had made the effort to search out Polvu because he knew they were brothers. He was pleased that Polvu had taken his phone number, aware that Garret wouldn't plan on reaching out. Of course it hadn't come to much of a surprise but he still wanted to talk to him. He couldn't help but rethink how he had left thins with his crush and how he might possibly be avoiding him on purpose. Thankfully with spring here, he wouldn't have to trouble himself with that damn snow, though he was slightly bothered that he had gone this long without seeing Garret. So once more he had gone to Polvu, slightly surprised to be charged but he paid up so that he could reach Garret. So here he was, leaning against an alley wall hoping that his text messages had reached Garret.
If not, he'd be stuck having to once more attempt to search him out. There is so much I need to explain to him but I just don't know where to start. He thought to himself, sighing slightly. You know what, to hell with this.... If he isn't going to come out then I'll just have to draw his attention by force. He decided, creating a flame in his hand, he touched the building behind him, watching as it caught on fire before moving along to the next one, continuing his spree. Thankfully there wasn't any cameras or witnesses nearby, else they'd likely figure out that he was the one that had caused such a terrible event to unfold. You can't ignore me forever, my lovely Garret. Come out, come out, where ever you are. He thought to himself, touching another building to set it on fire. Having not yet seen Garret, he found himself feeling somewhat relaxed at the destruction he was causing around the city.
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arret remembers what had happened a few months back.
He was not so much as irritated about it as he is with his brother now.
"....So let me get this straight." Garret slams his hand against the table and glares at Polvu, who simply smiles innocently at him as if he had done nothing wrong at all. "Since he wanted to, and since he really wanted to have it... you gave him my phone number. And you didn't think twice, provided that there was money to pay for it."
Garret is fuming, but Polvu doesn't seem to mind. Which only makes him want to strangle the bastard more, as much as he loved him. "Really, Garret, I thought you would be happy he'd finally gotten your phone number," Polvu states, obviously loving the state of Garret, who was currently grumbling to himself. "Poor guy was practically begging for it! He did also pay the most generous of fees, so worth a year of a student's allowance--"
"You know what, Polvu. Blast it and f*ck yourself." He growls, flipping the bird at the younger man-- he only smiles and that only increases his anger by the second, seeing that blasted face. "POLVU, I SWEAR, IF YOU KEEP BUTTING IN MY PERSONAL LOVE LIFE I WILL ADD YOU TO MY LIST OF PEOPLE TO KILL--"
"He gave me his phone number before that, though." Polvu calmly adds, pulling out his phone and acting to give it to Garret, who calms down from the tantrum after hearing this statement. "Probably wanted to give the number to you as well... seriously, you both should really talk about how to contact each other."
One last glare and he snatches Polvu's phone and checks the contacts; sure enough, Ryker's name is there and so is his number... or so it should. It's no surprise for Garret, honestly; both Polvu and Ryker still work for the Assembly of Phantoms, but Polvu had never really met him before until this deal... Ryker also does not seem to know his brother personally at all as well; all in all, they've never really mentioned each other like they were simple acquaintances. They were simply... strangers.
Ryker raises an eyebrow suspiciously and looks at his brother. "Are you sure this is him?"
"I swear over your list of people to kill."
Garret flinches at the pun, but his eyes turn to the phone again and he decides to press the call button.
The phone vibrates in his hands, waiting for Ryker to answer the call.
Ryker had known Polvu was related to Garret, how could he know when they shared the same last name and frankly looked like siblings? He had known about this ever since he started stalking Garret, so when he had given Polvu his phone number he had expected him to give it to Garret and so when no phone call came, he had made the effort to pay Polvu so that he could have Garret's phone number instead. Of course Garret hadn't been returning his phone calls for god knows what reason and he was in the middle of his rounds to find out the reason as of why. His phone started ringing and he paused creating flames so that he could answer it without the risk of it burning.
Normally he had the battery out because Brasti would spam him to no end, but Garret had appeared at one time interested in his number and for him, he would keep his battery in and yet he didn't get anything from Garret. So his phone going off was a surprise, though not as much as when he saw the calling id being Polvu's instead. He raised the phone to his ear, creating fire with his left hand to resume his burning spree. "Hello? Polvu, you have bad timing I'm in the middle of my rounds." He answered, trying to avoid pointing fingers on the reason why he hadn't heard from his darling Garret yet.
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he phone keeps vibrating in his hands and yet he seems to regret ever trying to call Ryker at all. He's staring at the shaking phone, eyes wide with hesitance, his mind racing and questioning himself why he'd attempted to try to contact him again after so many months of being away from him. Polvu is staring at him with a smile on his face, the innocence of a child clearly present, but his brother's mind is filled with so many dirty schemes that not even his own older brother could trust him. Garret glares at him through the corner of his eye, all while waiting for the phone to pick up.
"Polvu." He begins, eyeing his brother suspiciously, all while the younger man raises an eyebrow at him from the sudden role call. "Did you hide a bomb in this phone?"
Polvu snickers, even with how stern that question had come out. "Aww, brother Garret, don't you have enough faith in me?" He claws at his chest, acting hurt from Garret's statement. It only makes the faekin irate. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you after your call, I swear! I haven't been scheming for quite long."
"Polvu, even you know I can't trust you enough anymore because of your tricks. I clearly remember the time when you told me that my supposed kill was at a certain spot in the forest, only for me to find out that that said spot had five bear traps waiting for me."
"Well, if you paid more attention, you'll know those traps weren't for you. I clearly tasked my underlings to put those on that certain spot for you to catch the victim; instead, you got caught and your kill escaped."
Garret is about to talk back, prepared with the most harshest of replies, only to be stopped by the phone finally picking up a voice. The faekin turns to the phone and smiles wide; Ryker did answer! Well, that would settle matters, then. Garret only needs to know where the damned demon is, and there they could potentially meet again after such a long time--
"Hello? Polvu, you have bad timing, I'm in the middle of my rounds."
The serial killer frowns upon hearing that response. Suddenly he remembers that he's borrowing his brother's phone; he turns to Polvu but to his surprise, Polvu signals him to go on and talk. The faekin could not help but nod in thanks, until finally, putting the phone beside his ear, he replies quite grumpily. "Dumbass. This is not Polvu you're talking to." He assumed Ryker would recognize him immediately, so he stays silent with his name in tow. All the while, the inevitable smile in his face only widens.
Ryker hadn't expected Garret to be on the other end of the phone, though he was surprised he was amused at the reply his crush gave right back at him, scolding him as if he should have known it was him on the phone in the first place. "Garret, what a pleasant surprise." He answered, rather cheery for a guy that had been waiting months to hear from his Garret. "I'm not sure if your aware but your using the wrong phone, you should be using your own." He teased before adding, "But no matter, what do I owe this great pleasure?" He asked in a teasing tone as he paused his burning around the city.
Now I know he is with Polvu somewhere but since he moves I don't know if he is home or somewhere else. Slowly he moved against a wall, leaning against it as he watched his surroundings to make sure that that nobody was in sight. The last thing he wanted to do was risk being caught by some random stranger. "Where are you?" He asked, curious and hopeful that Garret would give him the information he desired. He wouldn't lie, ever since they parted ways last time, he had found himself missing Garret more and more as time went on. Of course if Garret wanted to continue playing hide and seek he wouldn't give up his attempts in finding him.
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yker's voice resonates from the other end, and for Garret he sounds quite happy, just as much as he is now after hearing his voice. Only hearing the demon's voice makes him suddenly glow inside. "Hardly, Ryker." He interjects in response to the demon's first statement since talking to him. "You should have expected a call or two from me. Isn't this what we discussed months ago?" Of course, he hasn't remembered anything clearly, even the mere fact of discussing things with Ryker at all, but for the faekin, it was one thing to keep him on his feet.
Polvu shrugs and urges his brother to go on and talk, Garret watching him as he stands up from the table and exits the room. Garret is left alone in his brother's coin room, but not totally alone; Polvu's phone is still held between his fingers; it would be irrational to replace his brother's phone with his own. Garret saw no reason to carry it with him while on a walk outside (and he's always outside to perform murder), but when it concerns Ryker, it's an entirely different story.
"I'm not sure if your aware but your using the wrong phone, you should be using your own."
The exact same thing he'd dreaded to think of only a few moments ago. Garret rolls his eyes and chuckles in response. "Oh, carrying my own phone is just too tiring," He chuckles, teasing him back. He knows the demon's teasing would only backfire if it were him. "Besides, Polvu is fine with leaving the phone to me, so it's alright for me to call you with it."
The next question makes him chuckle once more. "You owe me your location." From the background, he swears he could hear the fire crackling. "And are you burning something? I hear fire." What follows is a small pout. "You didn't tell me. I would have loved to burn the city with you."
Garret hears the same question he asked Ryker; he chuckles the third time and snorts. "Isn't it obvious? I'm in Polvu's residence right now." Garret knows his younger brother has too many residences to build camp and terrorize others in, but his main quarters is basically their shared house. "I think you know where I live, correct?" He asks, although he is pretty sure he hasn't informed the demon of his address yet.
Ryker chuckled when he heard Garret's counter. "That is true, we had." He answered him back, though as he recalled, Garret never tried contacting him even though he made such an effort to exchange phone numbers even if it was late. He was talking to him now though so he wasn't about to argue and risk losing him. Though he saw no harm in teasing Garret just for the sake of having an excuse to do so. "Oh?" He asked, a smug grin on his face. "Shall I hold it for you darling?" He teased, knowing it wouldn't get him anywhere, since he wanted to talk with Garret and not steal his phone. "Well you know what happens now, right?" He asked, teasing him once more. "You'll have to come to me and that requires you stealing his phone for the sake of keeping this conversation with me going." He answered in a teasing tone.
Garret mentioned how he owed him a location but he thought it would be much more fun to get one from Garret first. "I plead the fifth." He teased, curious on if Garret would give him one first or not. "That is correct, I am burning a lot of somethings." He answered, implying more than one. "I left voice messages and text messages, darling. You didn't give me a heads up on wanting me to carry your phone for you." He teased, knowing that Garret loved his fire just as much as he did, they were a perfect match for each other and they knew it. He then asked where Garret was at, now it was time to find out if he would get an answer or not. "Oh I see... We'll I knew you were with him but seeing as he moves I didn't want to assume." He answered as he moved off of the wall. "That is correct." He answered, knowing the location thanks to Polvu and his stalking skills.
He withdrew his knife and cut the palm of his hand, wiping the blood off before slipping it into his pocket before creating a hex with his blood. "Don't move from your spot." He teased, knowing Garret would do what ever he wanted before he teleported just outside of the residence. "Honey, I'm home." He called in a playfully manner, curious on if Garret would come out to him or if he needed further encouragement.
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arret cannot help but laugh at Ryker's next statements, each one too enjoyable for him to want to hear again. "I can't believe you have forgotten... but then again, what do I expect from a demon whose age I don't even truly know?" He teases back, a grin on his face as he listens to the words that come out of the demon's mouth. "Are you even listening? I told you I wasn't carrying my phone, didn't I? Oh, you certainly seem to be good at forgetting things." He says with exaggerated disappointment; that disappointment is simply all playing pretend.
It's moments like this that Garret absolutely loves; the ability to play and tease his beloved with the demon teasing him back... and it's usually always in reverse, since Ryker is too much of a tease that it makes Garret want to strangle him, and kiss him at the same time. The next statement almost makes him faint. "Oh no, no I don't." His voice oozes with sarcasm, but he indeed does want the demon here with him. "No, I love my brother too much for me to steal his phone. Polvu will definitely not be pleased; it's the latest model, after all. So one of us has to go and that certainly won't be me." He answers with a wink, certainly directed to Ryker who is too far away to see it.
Garret rolls his eyes at Ryker's answer of burning something. "No, you are burning buildings, not somethings." He pouts, crossing his arms and pacing. "Oh, did you really now? Oh my, I must have kept my voice silent for not hearing them, that's a shame." He says with a small giggle. Truthfully, however, aside from being too lazy to check his phone, his murder sprees have become an evident obstacle to him using his phone, and Garret is always partaking in murder sprees. Sometimes he gets in fights with other killers who seek their own targets, but Garret is not telling the demon any of that.
"You're lying." Garret almost gasps, not just in pretend, as he takes in Ryker's answer of knowing where he actually is. Ryker has said it earlier himself; Polvu moves from place to place, so it should have taken more time for him to know where Garret actually is. But then again, seeing as how this is Ryker he is talking about, his shocked expression is replaced with an amused smirk. "Well then. I'm impressed."
By now, the faekin has gotten impatient. "Oh no, I will move from my spot." Walking up to the door, he rushes to grab the knob, but does not open the door before saying, "Will you just get over here? I'm tired of waiting. And I know you can teleport, so don't you dare lie to me about not--" He is stopped in his tracks when he sees who is actually outside of Polvu's home; the demon he'd been talking to on the phone earlier, Ryker himself.
At first he doesn't move from his spot, but he only half-closes the door so he could peek out from the small space. "Eww, you smell like smoke. I don't want you here." He teases, a small chuckle erupting from his lips. "But in all seriousness, how did you get here unnoticed? Polvu has men patrolling the area right now, and his slaves would have seen you even in this distance." He looks around the street, but no one is there; he simply huffs in disappointment. "But then again, Polvu's merchants are thieves like him and they're always in meetings. Maybe they're in one right now." He smiles at Ryker, a genuine one for the first time of the day.
"Welcome home."
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AIIIIIIEEE I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY ;O;O; AGAIN
Ryker chuckled when Garret accused him of forgetting, if it was regarding the phone he hadn't forgotten. There just wasn't anything wrong with carrying the phone while on the job, or at least he didn't see it as a problem anyway. That was why pockets were created after all. "Oh no, I remember quite clearly and shall give you examples on where you can put your phone when I see you next." He answered in a teasing tone. Besides the pockets, he was looking forward to touching him, provided Garret would allow him, that is. "More of a reason to do it darling." He teased him back, knowing that Polvu wouldn't be happy. But that wouldn't stop him from trying to encourage Garret to do it anyway. Of course hearing Garret's answer, had given him the motive to make the effort in going to Polvu's place instead.
He talked with Garret while creating the hex. "Oh come now, surely buildings aren't the only thing you view me burning...." He teased, knowing Garret couldn't see him, but it seemed he knew that one of his favorite places to burn was buildings over a field of grass. But then again, he had no problem murdering other people if they crossed his path. "Is that so?" He teased back, knowing exactly how the voice messages went. He assumed they went to voice mail anyway. "What, me?" He teases playfully in the middle of his hex. He playfully told him not to move, only to hear Garret claim he would do so anyway. He hears Garret before seeing the door open, already here. He hangs up the phone before slipping it into his pocket. "Awwwwwww, shall I go roll in the mud first?" He teases playfully, knowing that Garret likely wouldn't want him out of his sight again.
He shrugged when Garret asks his questions, moving closer so that he is just outside of the door now. "Your so sweet." He whispered, moving closer. "How are you doing?" He asked playfully, but was also curious.
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arlier on he had heard of Ryker's answers to his comebacks and teasings, occasionally coming up with tease backs himself since it's Ryker he's talking to. He laughs at his quirky statements, but he simply rolls his eyes after and says nothing to him. Talking him out of it would simply be a waste of time; besides, he loves hearing more of what silly thing Ryker has to say next. Phone beside his ear, he could simply chuckle at the so-called tips the demon is going to give him about his phone. If only he could tell him he didn't need them... but it would simply hurt the demon's feelings, that is for sure.
But now the demon is in front of him, and the smell of smoke on his clothes is clear. Garret teases him about it, and in response is him offering to roll in the mud. The faekin rolls his tongue out of his mouth. "Eww, no, don't do that either." He chuckles afterwards, telling him of the possibility of being spotted by Polvu's guards before letting him inside. "Oh, I can never be too sweet." He snorts in response to the compliment, but is clearly flustered with it.
Ryker asks how he had been; this question he does not answer. Instead, he presses his lips against Ryker's for a small kiss. Garret figures since they are alone, they can do just this, but nothing too sensual. He immediately parts and smiles at the demon with misty eyes. "I've been alright, Ryker. But I missed you." He buries his face against his chest and breathes deeply. "I missed you... so much that I could never think about anything but you those past few months. I'm glad you're here now."
There is nothing more he could say after that other than having the silence make its way with the conversation. He could stay like this forever, perhaps make their way to bed, but Polvu would return soon and that bastard is bound to disrupt their privacy. Finally, he looks at Ryker with a small smile on his face, a genuine one that or the first time Garret is actually surprised with himself. "How about you? How have you been?" He asks, his voice soft.
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I can't even-- they're to cute ;o; is Garret allowed to kiss you, Ryker? XD
Ryker is pleased to hear Garret laughing, perhaps they'd be able to sort things out after all. It wasn't long before he was standing in front of him, teasing about rolling in the mud to ruin the smell. "Why not?" He teased back, clearly joking before being allowed inside. He knew Garret was sweet whether he liked it or not would be another story all together. He asked how Garret was, slightly surprised when instead of answering he kisses him instead, he returns the kiss before Garret has a chance to pull away from him. He melts when Garret tells him that he missed him, burying his face against his chest. It was pleasing to hear that Garret had missed him and that he was happy they were together now, Ryker felt the same exact way. During those months apart, he had figured out what he needed to do for his happiness and had broken up with his ex, who agreed that they were best as friends.
He was pulled from his thoughts when the question was redirected at him. "I'm better now that I'm with you." He mumbles, pulling Garret closer. "In all seriousness.... carry a phone.... else no fires for you." He teased playfully, though their time was interrupted when his phone went off, clearly getting a text message. He frowned slightly, glancing at his phone he checked to see who it was from. "You'll come with me? Won't you?" He asked Garret, quickly texting his ex back that he'd be there shortly. He was't sure why his presence was being requested but he couldn't help but get a bad feeling about this. Unlike last time though, he wasn't going to leave Garret behind, not if he could help it.
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arret does not want to let go. He wants to stay where they are, lips pressed against each other; the world is unimportant and its fine for Garret to just have it burn down, if only to be close to Ryker and to never part with him. But the world is more crueler than him, so it does not destroy itself just for their sake. So Garret pulls away -- only a little bit -- and asks him how he had been doing.
Ryker's answer pleases him, a small fire lighting up inside him, obviously flustered with Ryker's condition. "R-Really now..." He tries to cover his face so Ryker may not see the red coloring his cheeks, but he's sure his little attempts of hiding will come out futile. "That's... really good to hear." The moment Ryker pulls him closer to tell him he needs to carry his phone everywhere he goes, however, makes him pout in displeasure. "You meanie... you can't tell me what to do." He burns houses everywhere he goes, after all, without permission from anyone.
He would have kissed him yet again had it not been for Ryker's phone ringing. A text message, Garret supposes. He wonders who it might have been, but Garret is in no position to be asking questions right now. But Ryker suddenly asks if he would go with him, which makes him raise an eyebrow. That question alone was incomplete and did not have the justifications he would need for him to go with the demon, which makes him wonder even more.
"Go with you? Where?" Garret finally asks, a questioning look combined with a sudden worry. Of course he'd go anywhere Ryker would want to -- he could not stand the thought of him being separated from Ryker again -- he just simply could not leave the question of 'where to' alone. "Is it related to the text you got, Ryker?"
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Ryker had enjoyed their kiss well it lasted. Though now they were having a conversation and it was rather amusing to him. He was happy to hear that Garret liked his answer, as he was happy to hear the answer Garret gave him regarding the phone. "I can't invite you if you don't carry it." He teased before adding, "It was either that or be glued to me. Frankly I think you'll come to like the cell phone more too." He enjoyed teasing Garret, it was fun to him. His phone had gone off and he glanced at it. Garret repeated the question before asking another. He was silent, debating on how he would go about answering it. Before he got a chance to answer it, Garret had asked him another question. With a small sigh, he nodded his head to him. "It is related to this text yes, I also have a bad feeling about it but I can't remain here without knowing why I've been requested over there." He mumbled before perking up slightly.
"Nothing to really worry about though, I just didn't want to leave you here if you'd be willing to go with me." He answered, having a feeling if he admitted it was his ex, Garret wouldn't join him or might even try and keep him from going. "I'll tell you, but whether you decide to go or not, I'm still going." He added, deciding now would be the best time to tell him exactly about the text and the other person he cared about. He then proceeded to get it out of his chest, "You asked me if there was somebody else, at the time there was but I broke up with him. I just want to make sure everything is okay with him, that is all." He answered, plus Garret going with him would prove he only went there to check on his ex and not do more with him.
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es, his sudden desire to depart was related to the text. Ryker also seems to have a bad feeling about it, but then again, Garret doesn't know its contents. As Ryker explains himself, his reasons have become understandable for the fae to know exactly why he wants to go. "That's true," He mumbles, finding himself smiling, however he was still unsure about Ryker leaving. It might be a trap, he thinks; even when he knows that Ryker is a member of the Assembly of Phantoms, he couldn't risk his lover's life for a trap through a text.
But Garret thinks about other possibilities, too. Maybe the Assembly is holding a meeting. Or maybe it's just one of his friends wanting to meet with him. Heck, why am I gonna stoop in Ryker's business if his reason for leaving is just so simple as those? He chuckles awkwardly, thinking himself stupid.
Ryker further addresses his feelings in his second statement. "Psh, worry about you?" He waves a hand in front of him, rolling his eyes and looking away. "You'll do fine on your own. But of course, I should probably come with you... just to keep you from harm's way." A smug smirk graces his features as he crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at the demon.
Garret is almost surprised at Ryker's third statement. "I'm not stopping you from going anywhere, Ryker." The joke in his tone is gone, replaced with a confused expression and a shrug. It seems like Ryker is taking this ordeal seriously... not that he cared about such ordeal, but this was Ryker, after all. Garret would be willing to go with him like he said a while ago, though he does not voice it out since he knows it's already obvious to Ryker--
--Ryker later on reveals who sent him the text, and for a moment there Garret is left stunned and unmoved.
The demon never told him this before. "...You have an ex-boyfriend," He mumbles to himself, blue eyes staring at Ryker in disbelief. He accepted it, of course -- Garret does not restrict Ryker from having love lives before, so long as he does not cheat with him now -- but he just wants to ask himself why the demon hasn't told him this before. "Ryker, why didn't you tell me?" He asks, voice surprisingly quiet, his mind still unable to properly comprehend the new information he had gained.
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I ACTUALLY MADE A SECOND POST. IN MONTHS. GOODNESS, I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE!!
Ryker couldn't help but chuckle, "Or because you want to, which ever excuse." He answered in return, wanting Garret to come with him but if he chose not to that would be fine too. He nodded his head when Garret said that he wouldn't stop him from going anywhere, a small smirk formed on his face. "I just wanted to make sure that was clear." He answered before admitting that he had an ex boy friend. "I didn't tell you or him... I was in the relationship with him when I started talking with you. It went from stalking to more." He admitted before adding, "Sorta hard when you don't answer after I manage to get your cell phone number." He teased playfully before becoming serious. "I told him because he was the boy friend, you were an interest." He answered, "I'm telling you now because he is my ex boy friend and you are the one I wanted as my boy friend." He was being serious about this.
Hopefully it wouldn't hurt Garret too much but he didn't want to jump into anything until he was sure about his feelings and at the time he was conflicted between the pair. It shouldn't be mistake that his ex boy friend was still a friend to him, not that Garret needed to know this. A few minutes had gone by and he couldn't help but feel a great need to go right now. "I need to go." He added, reminding Garret it was his choice to tag along or not. He moved towards the door, touching the handle as he opened the door. "I do hope you chose to come with me Garret. I wasn't expecting him to text me right now." He admitted, slipping outside. He withdrew his knife from his pocket, slicing his hand before creating the teleportation hex. He'd then wipe the blade to remove the blood before slipping it back into his pocket. He'd wait for Garret to decide, planning on stepping into the circle to head to the location of his ex boy friend. It was of great importance that he'd get there before his ex boy friend did anything possibly stupid.
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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.