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
season
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.
"What would you like today, sir?" She spoke softly, a lovely smile visible on her pale face. She held her pen to the small booklet that rested on her arm, waiting patiently to take the old gentlemen's order. It was a lovely day outside, which brought fewer customers to Crescent Moon Café than usual. Many tourist generally came by to have a nice cup of tea or coffee with some delicious treats Charlotte prepared at home and brought into work everyday for any delighted customers interested in trying her tasty snack. However, given that the weather has begun to warm up, everyone was outside enjoying the fresh air and the lovely sights spring brings to the community. Crescent Moon Café was a small coffee shop located in the northern region of Lorsette. Its scenery provided a warm feel for colder weather, and a home-like climate for those who enjoyed drinking beverages in a more familiar setting. Charlotte loved it. She loved how an atmosphere could so easily calm her into a more peaceful mindset. It helped a lot with her anxiety during her first days working the job, especially whenever she became clumsy when handling so many drinks on the flat tray. Even now, as she works with the everyday customers, the essence of her surrounding area calms her. She was never surrounded by so many people in such a small area before, and getting use to the feel of crowds was challenging. Her boss reassures her that it was easier to familiarize herself with the regulars, and to understand that those who don't come here often won't remember her the days after. In a way, it was comforting to know she wasn't going to be remembered. She never wanted to be remembered. In fact, she didn't want to even be acknowledged by anyone in particular. It's similar, to be forgotten than to be remembered. When someone recognized you, they knew you. When they acknowledged you, they saw you. Charlotte didn't want to be seen, she wanted to be invisible to the world and to blend into society. And that was what this career was to her; a way to blend in. To be plain and not in anyway exciting, was Charlotte's way of surviving. She would put up with everything that frightened her if it only prevented others from knowing or remembered what happened in her terrible past.
"Just a regular dark coffee Deary." The gentlemen replied gruffly, returning Charlotte's sweet smile. With precise hand-work, Charlotte quickly jotted down the order and nodded her head, signifying her acknowledgement. "Right away Sir." And with that, Charlotte returned to her everyday work of coffee brewing and addressing her customers with sweet pretend smiles and kind gentle words. This was easier, she thought, easier than letting them know what truly goes on behind my eyes. It was easier to pretend, to be fake, than to face the reality. Giving herself a moment to recover from her thoughts, she took a deep breath and mustered up as much energy as she could before taking the coffee pot out of the brewer and pouring the coffee into the cup.
After a long day of work Damian was a bit worn out so he decided to stop into a local cafe that he had heard about from another officer. It was around 7:30 pm when Damian strolled into the cafe. He could tell it was quite a relaxing environment unlike the environment he was used to working in. He looked around the cafe taking in the sights and smells that circled around the room. mmmm coffee and whats the i smell some sweets. he thought to himself as he continued looking for a booth.
He always preferred booths to tables for a few reasons they were more comfy and he could have his back to a wall so no one could sneak up on him. After a few seconds of scanning the room he spotted a booth in the back facing the door. At a table near the booth he saw a young woman with blonde hair tending to a customer. He then began making his way over towards the table taking long strides. Upon reaching the table he took off his jacket that said Officer on the back of it and laid it in the booth before sitting down and letting out a deep sigh.
Clicking the coffee pot back into the brewer, Charlotte graciously made her way back to the customer. She smiled brightly at him, leaning down to place the coffee cup onto the table, "Here you are." She said sweetly to him before backing away from the man's table. Kindly, the gentlemen thanked Charlotte for her service and resumed to drinking his delightful coffee, pleased by the delicious flavour. Just as she was returning to her position behind the counter, the familiar ring of the door caught her attention. Turning her head towards the door, she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar customer making his way into the Café. Her eyes quickly looked him over and the very first thing her eyes caught was the badge over his heart that signified he was some kind of officer. A cop hmm? You think he knows about what you did before? Charlotte gulped, turning her head away from the new customer in her amidst. Her heart started to thunder against her chest and she felt like she was going to throw up. What if he was aware of her past? What if he knew something because hes an officer. Maybe hes one of the higher ups and knows everything from all regions of the world! Instinctively, Charlotte reached for her prayer beads and began to fiddle with the charm; rubbing it between her index finger and her thumb to help prevent the already rising panic that ran through her blood stream. Within a matter of moments, the charm helped calm some of her nerves and Charlotte felt like she might have a tad more control than just moments before. Breathing softly, she returned behind the counter and watched the officer discreetly. She didn't want to seem rude or suspicious in anyway, but she wanted to watch for any signs the officer might give to reveal that he knew something of her past. To further camouflage her watchfulness of the officer, Charlotte kept her hands busy my whipping the counter top or polishing any available glasses within her reach.
As she watched him, she began to notice how comfortable he made himself in the booth that sat across from the front door. She wondered why he chose a booth in particular, but easily came to the conclusion it was because of the comfortableness the booth provided; making it very popular amongst customers. It was getting late at night and almost to closing time, so upon noticing the officer began to make himself comfortable in his seat, Charlotte; miserably, began to make her way over to where the young man sat. Her hand clenched the small booklet she held and she could once again feel the very same panic as before. He's going to recognize you. Her partner evilly said, enjoying every moment of Charlotte's ever growing torture. "H-Hello sir.." She said upon reaching his booth. "W-What might I get you tonight..?"
Damian saw the young woman approaching the moment she left the counter. He had been trained to watch peoples movements. Simple things could show how a person was feeling whether that be anxious, nervous, frightened, scared, or even guilty. As she approached the booth he could see that she was quite afraid... "That's nothing new with me though everyone seems to be scared of me" he thought to himself. He then glanced over her body and then looked back at the table thinking about the swirls that were ingrained into the table and how they looked nice.
Then the woman spoke to him asking what he would like. Damian didn't know what was good at this place so he looked up at the young girl and spoke "Honestly I'm not sure myself. I got a favor to ask of you....Choose me something that's filling and your favorite tea please. Oh... and can you add 3 sugar to the tea please.". He looked over the girl as she assessed his weird favor. Damian did this to alot of places he hadn't visited before because he was quite picky and mostly enjoyed what people chose for him. Except that one time a host chose some fish with broccoli. Damian dislikes fish but he HATES broccoli. "BLEGH" he thought to himself.
Charlotte almost sagged in relief when the officer didn't show that he recognized her, and her anxiousness started fade into only a small tingle in her stomach. The same anxiousness she normally would've gotten when serving unfamiliar customers; which was a lot given the popularity of the small Café. He seemed to have just carried on normally as any regular customer would have when announcing his order to her, but Charlotte still couldn't shake this feeling from the pit of her stomach that something was still 'off' about this man. He's testing you. Assessing her inhuman twin's words, Charlotte took the suggestion into thought, noting that this might all just be some examination to see if she is indeed the killer he sought. "Honestly I'm not sure myself. I got a favor to ask of you". The young man said, pulling her from her mind. "Choose me something that's filling, and your favorite tea please." Nodding her acknowledgement, Charlotte quickly jotted down his order on her notepad. She was surprised by how kind the man was, given the fact he was probably watching her every move and noting every action she made, only to see if she was indeed the murderous Charlotte Light. Even though she was surprised, Charlotte tried her best not to show it on the outside to this stranger, hoping he wouldn't take that into note and eventually conclude that she was indeed who he was looking for. But why was he kind to her? She knew that some other customers; like the older man, were kind to her because it was common curtsy, but if he was assessing her... "Oh! And can you add 3 sugar to the tea please." "Of course I can." She replied rather quickly to his added request. She cursed herself for it after the words left her mouth. Would he suspect her now? Seeing as she just showed how very attentive she was to his actions and words, or would he just scratch it off as 'a waitress paying attention to her customers every request'. Before she could ruin her chances of not being caught more, Charlotte retreated from the booth and towards the counter where she brewed and poured all the beverages. Why you like this? Why can't you just act like a normal human for once?Because we are not human Charlotte.. Accept it. Frowning to herself, she looked at the packages of tea, wondering which one to give the man.[break][break]
How on earth was she to know what this man wanted. He was a new customer, and one she doesn't know personally. In fact, she barely knows anyone here. The people she once knew are no longer with her. All have passed away and moved on to a different realm, a different world Charlotte hopes she never has to visit. Though, remembering them again, guilt started to cloud her mind and her eyes dulled. She stared down at the packages, fiddling with the wrappers; lost inside of her mind of regrets. Why was she cursed with this disease that only brought suffering to this world? Before she could dwell longer into the darker pits of her mind, Charlotte bit her bottom lip as hard as she could to pull herself out, and back into the reality. She tasted the familiar irony flavour on her tongue and knew she had bitten a tad too hard, causing her tooth to pierce through by accident. In order to not alarm the customers, Charlotte just proceeded to lick the sore on her bottom lip while randomly choosing a tea package and deciding that apple cider might be fitting. Turning the tea kettle on, Charlotte concluded that because of her lack of knowledge of the customer's likes and dislikes, in order to provide him with the best service, it was more ideal if he choose his filling snack. Gathering various of treats all from things Charlotte made herself and sandwiches the Café provided, Charlotte; reluctantly, made her way back to the the man.[break][break]
"I know you said you wanted me to decide for you." She explained upon arriving at the man's booth. "But I simply cannot bring myself to choose from all these delightful treats." She smiled at him, placing the tray down in front of him. "So instead, I brought the variety to you." Her eyes watched him. His features, his movements, his body language for any sign he might indicate that her suspicions were right about him. She tried to put on an average friendly waitress act in order to not bring too much attention to herself. She figured if she seemed normal enough, his suspicions of her will be proven wrong and he'll just end up leaving as a happy customer and not a officer ready to arrest a missing murder. Man, you're obvious. She clenched her teeth, slightly annoyed by her roommates statement; mentally praying to her god that it was only her roomie's evil way of making Charlotte more nervous than she already was. And not because she was actually obvious.
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertag"] @zerostormai
[attr="class","wassup1dangernotes"] OOC comments: Just though I'd leave a note! The whole "HE THINKS I'M A MURDER" is Charlotte being pessimistic - thinking the utter worst thing will happen.
Damian watched as the young woman jotted everything down on her notepad and scurried away. He didn't think to much of her actions or anything about her. His focus was on what happened earlier that night on what was supposed to be a routine call his sister decided to make and appearance. "What the heck was that earlier.. one moment I'm standing there taking care of a simple dispute the next I'm back in my car tears rolling down my face, snot running, and dirt on my pants. Oh well I'll figure it out later." he thought to himself as he looked up to see the woman coming back with some tea made and a plate full of stuff.
"I know you said you wanted me to decide for you. But I simply cannot bring myself to choose from all these delightful treats." she said to him. As she lowered the plate he scanned the items and began to notice the aroma coming from the tea. "Is that Apple i smell?" he asks her as he continues scanning the plate looking for something that would be a bit different then apple. Damian liked his flavors to contrast instead of be similar. This was just one of the many facts about Damian not many knew.
Once again, the man seemed to not notice; or show any sign of noticing, Charlotte's observation of the man. He hadn't revealed any kind of body language or facial expression towards any of her mistakes when addressing him, nor did he seem to care. He seemed to just play it off as an everyday occurrence in his life that a women might act hesitantly towards him or even frightened of him. Heh.. Or he's just dense. And upon his next words, her partner's idea of the man almost seemed incorrect. "Apple?" Charlotte stared at him, clearly baffled by his question. How on earth did he know I was making him apple cider? She thought to herself, her lips pressing together as she paused before answering the man. He doesn't. Vanessa said, reassuring Charlotte in her own way. But regardless, it didn't quite make sense how he knew. There wasn't any smell coming from the tea because Charlotte had yet to open the sealed package she selected; let alone, place it into the currently boiling water to let off a pigment scent for those around to smell. "I-If that's the kind of tea you would like sir, I can get you apple cider." She answered finally, stumbling over her words as they came out, still trying to sort though the various possibilities on how the man could've known.
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[attr="class","wassup1dangertag"] @zerostormai
[attr="class","wassup1dangernotes"] OOC comments: Oppsies! Be careful Zero! Charlotte hadn't yet made the tea! ^^
As Damian was stuck inside his own mind he couldn't help but sometimes look outward for a moment to see what was going on around him. He had been told not to day dream to often because it could put him in a bad spot. Not that he could necessarily be put into a bad spot where he was at which was a decent part of town. Not the best but DEFINITELY not the worst either. The area they were in was a middle class area, albeit a lot of lower class worked in the area because the pay was decent and they didn't have to worry about being robbed as much. As he looked around the room he noticed alot of the customers wearing clothing that would fit the middle class type. Nice jackets, dress pants, tucked in shirts, and overall it had a more business casual feel to the place. As far as the servers go he could tell that they were taken care of in terms of the uniform and work environment. They seemed happy to him at least from the outside. Every workplace his its fair share of problems.
Thanatos knows his does... As he begins to remember his earlier days right after becoming an officer. Damian was out on a patrol with his mentor & partner Jared. The job required all new meat be stuck with a veteran of at least 5 years for a minimum of a year before they could do patrols alone. At first glance Jared didn't seem like a veteran officer. That was probably due to his short stature of being 5' 3" compared to most officers who break 5' 9" easily or the fact that he looked like he couldn't take on a midget. Despite his size thought Jared easily took down most people they encountered on patrol. "Remember Damian no matter what happens always trust in your own abilities. If you lack confidence you will die." said Jared every time he took someone down. Damian believed he always said this because it's what kept him alive and allowed him to do his job so well. You see in his tenure Jared had arrested A Lot of people from anywhere to petty crimes to full out most wanted types. He was respected in the community and revered in the department by the other officers.
While patrolling one day they came across the wreckage of a car. The car had been t-boned by a truck and caused it to flip 3 times before landing on the roof killing everyone inside the car including the mother and her twins. As Damian surveyed the scene his mind quieted. There was on one side of the street the car where he could see the lifeless corpses of the newborns sitting inside the car blood trickling down there bodies while their bones were obviously crushed, and the mother whose body had been thrown through the passenger side window and was laying about 50 feet away from the car mangled like it went through a grinder. Then on the other side of the street was the truck whose driver was sitting down beside it crying with blood and sweat coming off his body and looking like he just got out of a fight to the death.
Damian's world came back into focus as he begin checking on the situation. As he was standing with Jared speaking to the truck driver he could obviously smell alcohol on his breath. It didn't take long before they found the source of the accident. This old man was drunk out of his mind and took the life of 3 people away in his drunken stupor. "I wish I could choose who to reap...I'd take out the trash like this man who doesn't care about how his actions can possibly effect others." Damian said to himself looking over at the wreckage of the car he could see 3 faint glowing orbs.
Damian slowly made his was over and realized they were the souls of the 3 people who had just been killed. Damian knew he had to reap their souls and he had the choice of sending them onto the afterlife or making them apart of his and him becoming stronger. However the choice wasn't easy because this was the first reaping he has done since becoming a reaper. As he stood there and contemplated the decision all he could think about was his little sister and what she would maybe do in the situation. She was always so kind and gentle with others. It didn't take much thinking to come to a decision of eating the soul of the mother and sending the kids onto the afterlife. With that decision made Damian pulled out a small scythe which was the standard tool for the reapers. The scythe which was invisible to most creatures was about 3 feet tall and black with wire around the shaft. Damian made a swift stroke through the two children's souls which when sliced through made the sound of a slight swoosh before slowly evaporating into the air. "Rest easy little ones." he thought to himself as he looked over at the mothers soul and simply inhaled strongly as the soul moved towards his mouth quickly. Upon swallowing the soul he felt his body bulk up very minimally. Every time he ate a soul he gained a little strength depending on the soul. As he turned around to head back toward Jared he heard foot steps approaching.
Snapping back to reality Damian looked up and saw the young woman standing next to him. As he had been stuck inside his own thoughts since he got here he never noticed how cute and innocent she looked in her white floral dress. Her hair was braided with a bow. Damian loved the dress and the bow but didn't really care for the braided hair. Still though the young woman was cute in a little sister type of way. As she showed him the plate of treats he spoke up about the apple smell asking if that was what he was smelling. After a few seconds he looked up to see how frantic the young lady looked as he began to apologize. "I saw you ruffling through the packages over at the counter and saw one with the letters AP which immediately made me think apple. Have you ever thought about something and then began to smell that something even there wasn't anything that could technically generate the smell?" he asked the young lady.
As he awaited her response he decided on his choice of pastry and reached out to the plate being careful not to tip the plate over in her hands. His fingers squeezed the pastry which was glazed but also crunchy at the same time. He pulled it back to himself and took a bite. The crunchiness hide the the fluffy texture on the inside and the sweet glaze coating that surrounded the pastry made him make the sound mmmmm as most people would do when they tasted or thought of something they really enjoyed.
She felt dumb. Of course he saw the packet she choose, it wasn't as if she really cared if anyone saw or not. Still, she didn't like how easily he observed her. She hadn't even realized he was watching her, he didn't look like he was really observing much besides getting familiar with his surroundings. So Charlotte never thought he was paying much attention to her at all. It was unnerving how keen he was to detail. The way he could look so normal, so casual and yet saw everything. Had he seen her watching him? Did he know she was watching him almost as closely as he was watching her? Her heart begun to thunder against her chest, her panic rising quickly. He's going to notice! Hes going to notice I'm scared by his response! I need to calm down! But her thoughts had no effect on her nerves, instead they only increased her panic.[break][break]
Her whole world felt like it was coming to an end. This was where he was finally going to catch her. This exact moment was the very moment he was going to see her composure crumble to pieces and give him every evidence he needs to know in order to arrest her. This was it; this was the end. But in her desperation to survive, Charlotte just causally nodded to the man regardless if it fit his question or not; and proceed to take the flat tray away from him. She knew she should give a better responds than a causal expressionless head nod, but her rising desperation to seem normal clouded her judgement. Her emotions were taking control of her again, and if she didn't stop it soon... Her world was going to shatter. [break][break]
Slowly, Charlotte turned away from the man. It felt like everything around her was moving slowly. Every step she took felt like an eternity. Was she imagining it? Or did he also see that time seemed to have slowed at this exact moment her world was falling apart? She didn't know; and frankly, she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. Getting to a quiet place and taking a moment to breathe was the only thing that mattered to her at this moment. If she could just pull herself away from the man, then she might be able to control herself and repair what little self-control she still has... But Charlotte's life never turns out that way... Everything always finds its way to destroy her, no matter how small it is. And just like everything in her life, Charlotte's dreadful fear came to life. Without warning, her whole world fell to the floor. She hadn't noticed the boys foot that was purposely stuck out in front of Charlotte's path. She didn't seem to notice anything until she could no longer hold herself up straight and instead landed onto the cold hard tiled floor beneath them. The entire tray fell to the ground about the same time Charlotte hit the floor, the snacks and food flying everywhere; colouring the ground in a variety of colours. Then the laughter came... It sounded like the same laughter she experienced in school when the children teases and bullied her. When they mocked her.... That laughter echoed over and over again in her mind... Yes.. Come to me, My Dear Charlotte... I'll make it all go away...
As he was enjoying the taste that was moving throughout his mouth he smiled and looked up into the young woman's face to only see what appeared to be a combination of fear and nervousness. Her expression was definitely not what he was expecting to see after he had basically complimented the pastry with the sounds of mmm he was making. Why was she acting that way? What's making her nervous? Maybe it's me. I have that effect on people." he thought to himself.
Before he was able to vocalize words the young woman had begin to walk away without even responding to what he has said. "Maybe shes just stressed and needs a break." he thought to himself as he watched the young woman walk away. He began to worry about the young woman's expression because she reminded him a little bit of his little sister. He used to watch out for her long ago but ever since the incident he's never really had anyone to look out for. So he decided just for that night he would pay more attention to her to make sure she was doing alright. Just the thought of doing that for the young lady made him smile for the first time in a long while.
While watching her walk away Damian noticed the foot sticking out from some kid across the diner that was clearly an attempt to trip up the young lady. Before he could say anything she was already mid fall. It was in that moment that Damian got up and moved over to the young lady in an instant arriving just beside her and kneeling down and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay Miss?" he asked in a gentle voice before looking to the kids and saying in a very stern voice "OUT NOW AND DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU BACK IN HERE AGAIN.".
The moment his voice raised everyone in the restaurant looked at him and the kids laughter stopped. The kids looked at him confused as glared at them and then to the door which is when they took the hint. They began to grab their stuff and scurried out the door in a frantic fashion leaving a few dollars on the table to cover there meal and drinks. The moment they left the restaurant he looked back at the young lady and awaited her response.
The pain started immediately. It was bearable, and was only a small tingling sensation in her heart; but Charlotte knew this pain. She knew what came next, the small sensation was soon going to explode into an unbearable agony. It was only a matter of time before the pain made its way through her veins; electrifying every nerve in her body. This was only a waiting game now, there was nothing she could do to stop it. A smaller part of her didn't want to stop it. She wanted to embrace the agony and allow Vanessa to emerge. She figured it was easier that way; less painful. But she also couldn't let that part of her take over her judgement. Every time Vanessa was released, someone died. She had to fight it. She needed to bear through the torture if only that it saved a life. [break][break]
She looked up with her foggy vision, gazing around at the Café. It was dark outside now, close to closing time for the Café. Charlotte only had a few more minutes before she would've locked that door and turned the lights off. If she had been given a couple more minutes, she would've been clear. This... This would have never happened had she survived for only a little longer. But she wasn't granted that time. Instead she was laying on the ground, staring at the mess that coated the ground like paint. Disappointment, doubt, and guilt surging through her body like blood. "Are you okay Miss?" the officer from before asked as he laid a hand on her shoulder. Charlotte had almost forgotten about him, too distracted by the inevitable end of her life. He was given all the evidence now. Everything he needed in order to cuff her and drag her into the electric chair, where he body will be consumed by an electrical current until her heart decides its best to stop. So then, why act as though he knew nothing? Why continue to seem normal when she full on knew he knew everything. Throughout the night, hes been watching her, calculating her moves, analyzing her like a ticking clock. Only now, the clock stopped ticking.[break][break]
The pain was now at a point of unbearable torture. Tears had already begun to stream down her face like a river of sorrow. She'd begun to whimper in pain, trying her best to restrain her voice from shouting or screaming in agony. She knew the louder she was, the more attention she draw to herself. She didn't what anyone to see her like this. She didn't want them to know what lived within. For so long, she managed to keep Vanessa secured inside her. Managed to cage her like an animal in her mind. But sooner or later, the demon must come out. [break] Charlotte turned to face the man, hopeless and fearful. She knew what facing him might result in, but Charlotte didn't care anymore. She didn't care about anything. She's grown desperate, daring enough to seek support from the one thing that might ruin her all together. Her face had already begun the morphing process, transforming half of her facial features in the appearance of her alternative-self; Vanessa. Charlotte stared at the officer, half of her expression clearly revealing her pure hopelessness as she whispered loud enough for him to only hear, "Help me..."
As Damian hovered over the young lady's body he couldn't help but notice her trembling from something. He couldn't tell what was causing her to tremble. It wasn't the temperature inside because it was mostly warmish. "Maybe she's really pissed at the kids? I would be too if I were her." he thought to himself. He rubbed her back and began to tell her "It's gonna be alright. Those terrible children are gone now.".
As he finished his sentence she turned to him and spoke "Help Me." she said. Damian heard the words but couldn't focus on them due to the fact that the young woman's face was now morphed. It looked nothing like it had a few moments ago. Half of it was something else...someone else but the the rest looked just like the young lady who was just helping him. "What is she?" he thought to himself. Damian knew there were shifter's in this world but this didn't seem anything like those creatures.
Damian thought about the woman's word and didn't know what he could even do to help her. Once a transformation started you couldn't stop it. That what Jared had told him once. Now that she was already going through it he knew he couldn't stop what was coming. So instead he asked her "What can I do to help?".
To her surprise, the gentlemen had decided to help his enemy. Even help the one thing that could be his end, given his lack of knowledge of how to help her; as well as her own ignorance on the matter. Of course she didn't know how to help herself! She's never successfully stopped her transformation before. Charlotte only manage to prevent it for as long as she could, if only to get to a safer place; away from prying eyes. But that was when she was on the run, when she had to keep low and out of view. Now to permanently prevent the transformation from completion; was an entirely different story by itself. [break][break]
She couldn't afford to ponder on the matter forever. She needed his help; if he could even help, in order to aid in stalling the transformation. If only just to get away from the public. Somewhere he, as well as everyone else, wouldn't be harmed by her blood lusting twin. But then she remembered the pain. The agonizing pain she would have to go through again, and again, and again. The torture she'll experience until she either faints from the pain, or Vanessa wins the battle of minds. Despite the paleness in her face from the pain she is already experience, Charlotte's skin paled further. She had thought she would never have to experience the agony again, not after the police stopped looking for her. Charlotte believed that after she moved to this town, she'd never have to experience her agony anymore. That she would finally control Vanessa because there was nothing that could harm her here. Oh, how she hated herself for being so naive.[break][break]
"..Calm..." her voice cracked an altered itself. Just speaking was difficult. She had left communicating to him for too long; now it might be too late.
"...me..." she couldn't bare it, the strain it placed on her voice. It felt like she was suffocating, like someone was strangling her. She never felt this before; but yet again, Charlotte never spoke in her transformation. She mentally prayed to her holy god that he understood the message, for speaking was no longer an option anymore. Vanessa was coming, and she was holding onto her vocal cords with a death grip. There was no way she was going to allow Charlotte to communicate to him. This was her only chance to finally be free again after so long of being trapped like an animal. She's not going to give this up easily.
As Damian kneeled beside her he wondered what was going on but he dismissed the thought very quickly for the moment. She was in trouble and needed his help. That's all that mattered in that moment. Damian took a quick scan of the area to see that the store was empty. He whispered "I'll be right back." as he ran up to the door with quick reflexes and locked the door and turned off the lights to the front of the store before rushing back to her. "I must move her off the floor somewhere that she can be comfortable and that I can help her." he thought to himself. [break][break]
As he knelled down to begin picking her up he heard a faint cracking voice whisper "Calm....Me". He knew she was desperate for his help and this was her way of telling him what to do. So he immediately picked her up as carefully as he could and moved to the booth he was sitting at before. When he arrive he slowly sat her down against the wall of the booth before he began to pull the table away in a swift movement. As the table was moved in such a quick fashion it slide across the store before stopping just short of another booth. Damian stood there for a moment as his hands were shaking quite a lot. However he stilled his resolve resolve upon thinking of his little sister and how much this girl reminded him of her. [break][break]
After gaining his resolve and calming his hand Damian kneeled in front of the young girl and took both her hands in his. His heart began to pound as he searched his heart for the words. It felt like a eternity before he was able to form the words that came. "You don't know me but listen to my voice. You seem to be struggling with a fight inside. I've been fighting myself too. I struggle everyday to keep moving forward and some days it's really hard but my little sister Victoria despite being the reason I struggle is also my motivation to keep moving forward. I don't know if you have anyone like that in your life right now but if you don't... Let it be me. Let me be your motivation. Let me be your strength. Let me help you right here...right now." and with those words he leaned up to her and embraced her in a gentle hug just like the ones he used to give Victoria every day. [break][break]
His hands went up behind her body moving upwards in a motion to pull her closer to him. While his head moved to beside hers. He could feel the tension in her body. Her body was shivering but not like she was cold like she was so angry or in pain. He knew he couldn't stop the pain so he did what he always had. He leaned into her ear and whispered "I'm Here.".
His words were so calming, yet there was pain that lingered in the darkness. As he spoke about his sister, she could almost hear the sadness in his voice as he admitted his struggle. She didn't know this man, and she judged him so easily. The jacket he wore, the badge that defined him. She mistook a kind man for a man of cruelty. And Charlotte couldn't help but loath herself for the judgement she made. He had taken the time to lock the store for her and turn the lights off so no one could see within. He even carried her; despite her hideousness, to a booth where she might feel more comfortable and comforted. He did everything for a stranger he had just met and helped her in her time of need. And all she had done for him was be afraid of him and cause this transformation to start. Charlotte hated herself. She did nothing for this man, yet he done everything. Now... Now he was going to suffer... all because of her.[break][break]
Her body shuttered, and shifted. Her bones creaking and breaking beneath her skin. Her muscles stretching and expanding. She felt every tear in her body as if formed into Vanessa. She wasn't going to hold on much longer. There was no way of preventing this transforming. Vanessa was going to come, and he was going to die. And it was all Charlotte's fault.....[break][break]
But then he hugged her. His arms wrapped around her morphing body and held her close to him. She felt his warmth, his pounding heart beneath his chest. He held her so tightly; her broken body screamed in protest, but Charlotte didn't mind. In fact, she was surprised. Her eyes widened upon the embrace and Vanessa screamed in anger out loud; but again, Charlotte didn't mind. "I'm here he whispered into her ear, making her heart flutter. No one... Cared... before... No one hugged me like this... before... His warmth was radiating, and safe. Charlotte; for once in her life, she felt safe within this strangers arms. And that's when she could feel the her body react to the comfort of the stranger. Almost as if halting in the transformation. [break][break]
"...Why...?" Charlotte managed to rasp out. Why does he care?
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