Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Quentin had left Cato's house to head towards the store. The walk had been peaceful, not running into any other people so he didn't have to go through the annoying emotions of having to put up with other people. It had become worse when people started mixing him as this other guy, this Dexter person. Who ever the hell that is, he didn't really care. The store came into view and he reached out to open the door before going inside. He slowly started to walk around the aisles, grabbing the supplies Cato needed before slowly getting in line for his purchase. There was a line, it gave him time to ponder some thoughts in his head. Will I ever be able to redeem myself? Will I ever be able to remember my past without regrets? Who was I before I died? He was still stuck in his thoughts until a voice had called out to him. He had seen the woman waving at him to try and get his attention, he set the supplies down so that she could scan his purchases, remaining quiet as she placed them in a bag.
"Fifty is your total." She answered, waiting for him to chose his method of payment. He put his hand into his back pocket, to his disappointment, his wallet wasn't there. He turned around, as if that would help him find it as he frantically searched his other pockets for his missing wallet. Shit.... He thought to himself, slightly frustrated that he would have to head home for his wallet just to have to walk back here. "Is everything alright?" She asked, trying to get his attention when he failed to pay for his purchase. He ignored her and kept searching his pockets for a wallet nowhere to be found.
Groceries. They were a necessity in life and the primary way of getting food unless if someone lived off the grid.... or came from some kind of tribal traditional background... that was a thing people did, right? Nolan couldn't relate to either types of lifestyle. He came from the average small town, and lived a pretty average American life as far as he was concerned, minus having been born an Angel and the special training camps he went away for during the summers growing up.[break][break]
Anyway, groceries were a necessity that others needed to go out and buy, often bringing all kinds of walks of life into the same market area. Earlier in the week it was Jared, one of his roommates, who did the shopping for them and now it was Nolan's turn. They didn't have any chips and salsa, and that was what all of them were craving for their weekend video game-a-thon they were planning on having. With his shopping basket, Nolan grabbed a few different things off the list Jared texted him. Chips, check. Salsa, check. Liter of soda, check... Nolan browsed along a few different aisles and tried to also check the prices of each item. None of his friends, including himself, had a lot of money to spend and while they had their cravings they still needed to be careful. [break][break]
When he was finished, the tall teen chose one of the check-out lanes. A young man with white hair ended up being the person he stood behind while waiting. A casual black sweatshirt worn over a dark grey slim-fitting T-shirt, slim jeans, and sneakers were what his attire consisted of, his hood down by his shoulders and fingers beginning to send a text to his friends to let them know he was almost done shopping. When it was time to move up in the line, he slipped his phone back into his sweatshirt pocket, inching the cart forward. He could see from a greater view that the young man before him had pink-tipped hair.... he never saw anything like that before. An idle mind allowed for simple thoughts of wondering if the guy dyed it that way himself to enter. [break][break]
Moments passed before a dilemma seemed to happened. The guy had difficulty finding his wallet to pay for what he bought... that was pretty much anyone's nightmare with shopping at the grocery store. Not having enough money. Nolan immediately felt bad for him, and could see from over his shoulder that a line was already starting to get backed-up with waiting customers. He had yet to help a stranger out today... and when seeing the possible mess starting to unfold, Nolan decided to step in to help him out. He learned from his father to offer a stranger a helping hand every now and then without expecting anything in return, never knowing what the other person could be going through. Sometimes, kindness from a stranger could go a long way, and Nolan definitely wanted to take the opportunity to do that.[break][break]
"Excuse me," He began with a warm smile crossing his features as he stepped around his cart to put himself closer to the cashier and the white-haired man, "Would you mind if I offered to pay for your items? I have enough to help you out," His voice was friendly and kind, not wanting to make the other individual feel bad about anything, nor wanting to place him in a worse position that made him feel uncomfortable.
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Quentin was about to step out of line, force himself to head home for his wallet before coming back for the supplies until he heard a voice talking from behind him. He glanced behind himself to see Nolan who was stepping closer, offering to pay for his supplies. "I don't know." He whispered, unsure if he should go that route. The last thing he wanted to do was owe somebody but the supplies were for Cato so that he could help others. He felt a great need in hiding in a shell but he would have to settle for his hoodie instead. Slowly he reached up to pull it up, as if he could really hide. Not that he needed to do such a thing, going invisible was possible. He just knew it would be rude to leave Nolan hanging, he had after all offered to pay for his stuff. Seeing the other people in line behind them, he came to realize how pressed for time he was for having to decide on what he should do.
Allow the purchase to go through, or walk home and come back for it later. With a small breath, he decided on what he wanted to do. "I will pay you back." The words had come out as a whisper. It wasn't really a bother that he had offered to pay, he just would have rather paid for it himself is all. At least if Nolan was serious about the purchase he could start his walk home without the worry of having to come back all the way here. It hadn't crossed his mind that he might have to search Nolan out to be able to pay him back. I'll have to be sure to check my pockets better next time to avoid this ever happening ever again.
The initial response from the distressed white-haired young man was uncertainty. Nolan couldn't blame him for it, really... they were strangers and who was to say that there wasn't some ulterior motive behind his offer? Which, of course, there wasn't But he could still sympathize with him if the guy ended up declining. Nolan did hope he would say yes, though... he wanted to pay forward a kind deed whenever the opportunity for it arose.
What Nolan found odd was how he rose the hood of his sweatshirt after speaking, however. He was unable to hide the expressiveness of one eyebrow slowly raising, wondering if he was trying to hide from him now, too.... why would he do that? Was he unknowingly giving him a creepy look of some sort when he approached him? He glanced over his shoulder, seeing the line of customers growing, and his eyebrow lowered by the other as he looked towards the other male once more.
It was then when he agreed to allow him to help pay, saying that he would try to pay him back for his troubles. A smile brightened Nolan's gaze from hearing such words and he was glad, right then and there, that he said something. "No need to worry about that. The amount total isn't anything crazy," He insisted chivalrously, stepping right up beside the young man with his own wallet open, digging around for some money. "I should have enough, aaaand- I do!" Triumphantly, he held out the payment towards the cashier with a charming smile, "Here you go, m'am," Little did he know that the total was Fifty Dollars, not the Fifteen that he held out. 'Fifty' sounded an awful lot like 'Fifteen' from a distance.
Quentin thought that Nolan had heard the price upon offering, he was on the verge of being somewhat happy when he thought he'd get to head home but to his disappointment, the lady wasn't done collecting money after Nolan had offered it to her. The lady waited only a moment before politely speaking, "And thirty five." The comment had peeked his interest and he noticed that she had only fifteen dollars in her hand. He sighed, this was all his fault for forgetting his wallet in the first place. Still, hadn't Nolan heard the number as fifty. "Thank you, but nevermind..." It took a lot of effort to be polite but if he couldn't have all of the supplies, he would return once he had his wallet in hand. Standing here was embarrassing, but still not having enough money after having his hopes up that he'd be able to pay somebody back so he could take this trip only once was too much for him to handle.
I just had to leave without checking for my wallet. To make it worse,I'd have to walk all the way home just to come back here for them. I hope Cato doesn't see me on my way back there. He thought to himself, being pulled from his thoughts when the lady asked, "Are you sure? I noticed you have a bunch of supplies in here." He glanced back towards the lady, not pleased with her question. He knew he needed to pay for these supplies but she already knew that he was missing his money and Nolan that had offered to help him had come up short. "I'll live without it." He mumbled, moving out of the line he slowly made his way towards the exit. To his greatest disappointment, he would have to walk home and come back with his wallet to make this purchase.
Nolan was feeling accomplished with himself and the situation for not only being able to help a stranger out without expecting anything in return, but also for having enough to pay for all that he bought. Fifteen seemed like a generous total for all that he had checked out to be honest, but Nolan didn't put two and two together. He didn't have a reason to, he heard 'fifteen' clearly!
Well... apparently he didn't. The cashier told him she required an extra thirty five, of which lifted both of Nolan's eyebrows. "But I thought it was fifteen dollars, not...." He begun before needing to pause to do his mental math. The boy lifted a hand, slowly counting on his fingers while looking upwards at nothing in particular. Fifteen.... thirty-five.... that meant fifty dollars. ".... Fifty--! Fifty dollars?" Nolan blurted out upon this realization, Fifty being a stark different from Fifteen, but before he could say or do anything else the white-haired man changed his mind about the purchase.
As the cashier asked if the man was certain, Nolan begun digging through his wallet to see if he had enough to buy his own groceries alongside the stranger's. However, he had no such luck, and didn't have much left to spare.... darn it, why couldn't he have been wealthier? "Hold on a sec, I can still help you with some of it," He tried to offer with attempts of stopping him, but the guy was already on the move, exiting the line and heading towards the exit. Nolan twisted his mouth to the side with confliction.... and determination. Without stalling any time, he looked to the cashier and set his basket down. "However much fifteen dollars covers for his items, I'll buy, okay? And I'm paying for whats in the basket too,"
A few minutes passed before Nolan, with two plastic bags, bolted in the direction he saw the guy leaving. When he exited through the sliding glass doors, cool air immediate hit his face and sharply inhaled through his lungs as his breathe visibly left his mouth. He glanced around, quickly and persistently searching for the young man... before he could have swore he saw the distinct white-and-pink hued head of his hair. "HEY! White-haired guy!" He called out, waving one arm up with the plastic bags being joined with one hand, before he started jogging in his direction in hopes of catching him.
[attr="class","box"]tag: Quentin Daniels notes: Quentin come baaaack! xD
Quentin had wanted to surprise Cato by coming home with these supplies but instead he would be forced to return home for his wallet first. He didn't want Cato catching him and asking any questions. Though he knew the sooner he got home, the sooner he'd be able to return for them. It seemed Nolan had realized his mistake in offering to pay when he didn't have the money for the bill, it was too late now, what was done was done. At least now he wouldn't have to pay him back for the purchase. He had changed his mind about making the purchase, already deciding that he'd go home and return, just meant more exercise for him, right? Despite Nolan calling out to him, something about the purchase, he had continued walking. He walked through the sliding doors after they had opened for him, walking outside. Now that he wasn't standing in line, he could avoid further embarrassment from being unable to make his purchase in the first place.
He was unaware that Nolan had paid for a few of the supplies as well as what was in his basket. It was within a few minutes that he had heard somebody shouting at him, or at least that is what he had first thought. He glanced over in the direction of Nolan to see him waving at him. Now what? He thought to himself, sighing slightly, unaware that he had made a purchase on his behalf. Nolan had started jogging towards him, despite wanting to head home, he waited around, unsure of what Nolan wanted now. The sooner I get home, the sooner I can get my wallet and return back here. He thought to himself as he looked back at Nolan. "It's Quentin." He corrected, not wishing to be called by the color of his hair.
Thankfully the guy heard him calling out and stopped in his steps, turning to face him while Nolan sped up into a slight run to reach him faster. When he did catch up in a matter of seconds, he eased into a stop in front of him, a grin transpiring along his lips as he offered a friendly small wave with his free hand. "Whew, I'm glad I caught you. I was worried you'd already be gone!" He admitted with a slight laugh, friendliness exuding from him. Had the guy already vanished it would have been a huge disappointment, but not end of the world... with how much trouble he and his friends somehow managed to land themselves in, they'd probably end up using the bandages.
"Anyway! Nice meeting you, Quentin. The name's Nolan," He introduced chattily, not seeming at all out of breath from his sprinting over. He extended out one of the plastic bags, the one of which that had the bandaids and bandages that Quentin was originally trying to purchase. "I didn't have enough money to get everything, but I was able to use the fifteen to get you at least a few of the items you had," He really had no idea what else he was actually trying to buy but, hey, at least he had some of it now.
[attr="class","box"]tag: Quentin Daniels notes: lol Its okay, he's not being too much of a pain! Nolan's just happy he caught him xD
Quentin was surprised that Nolan was chasing after him. It made no sense, seeing as no purchase had been made right? Wrong. Nolan laughed after making his comment but he couldn't help but remain confused on why Nolan followed him in the first place. He had told Nolan that his name was Quentin for the sake of no longer being called by his hair color. He wasn't expecting a name back and he couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous around him. Before he got a chance to comment, a bag had been extended towards him. He looked at Nolan with confusion, but Nolan explained his reason and he sighed again. "You really didn't have to do that." He answered in return. Turns out he would feel a great need in paying Nolan back after all. He slowly reached out to take the bag in his finger tips.
"Thanks." He answered, determined as ever to pay Nolan back now. "I hadn't meant to cause any trouble, I forgot my wallet at home. I really am going to pay you back, even if I have to hunt you down to do it." He was quite serious, that wasn't to say that he sounded serious however. I mean how often did a person threaten to pay a person back. He hadn't meant any harm by the comment either, he honestly just didn't feel comfortable owing any favors and he wasn't about to take no for an answer. "So your name is Nolan? That is an interesting name." He answered, struggling with words that he could say. "Are you busy?" He asked, figuring the sooner he could pay Nolan back, the sooner they'd be even.
Modestly, Quentin took the bag from him, thanking him for the gesture while also saying how he didn't need to bother himself with going out of his way. Nolan's smile brightened in an adamant mannerism, dismissively waving the comment along with the white-haired man's humble uncertainty of being troublesome. It honestly wasn't a big deal to Nolan at all and he genuinely didn't expect anything in return from him. It was simply a selfless favor to lighten the burden weighing upon someone else's shoulders.
"You don't need to worry over paying me back. Seriously, I was just wanting to do something nice for someone, that's all," He insisted as he allowed for the weight of his own plastic back to slip idly around his wrist, "We're good, okay? I expect nothing in return from you-- no ulterior motives!" His smile broadened in a playful, but still sincere mannerism upon his last few words. This would be the second time this week he'd done something for a stranger, and they acted as though they were indebted to him... was it that uncommon for an unfamiliar face to show some compassion towards others? In any case, he was just relieved that he didn't miss Quentin.
"Oh, but, nope! I'm not busy, I was just going to head on back to my place," Nolan answered before wonderment flickered within his expression, the cool evening air beginning to fill his lungs more heavily as he stood on the sidewalk's block, "How come?" He couldn't think of a reason why, unless if this guy was just trying to politely offer him conversation or something since he did go running after him. He wasn't intending on taking up this guy's time though, nor did he want him to feel obligated to chat with him just because of what happened.
[attr="class","box"]tag: Quentin Daniels notes: Ahh, thank you! Quentin is so thoughtful, wanting to pay him back~
Quentin had taken the bag in his hand, slowly he peeked inside to see the bandaids and bandages containers. It seemed Nolan was convinced that he needed to get paid back, he would just have do it without his permission then. He went quiet, unless of how to counter the comment and without words, speaking would prove to be a waste of his time. It was one of the few reasons why he went mute in the first place, another reason is because he didn't know anybody and if he had at one point of time he couldn't remember them because of amnesia. He couldn't help but feel slightly better when Nolan answered his question about not being busy, hearing how he was just headed back to his own place. Finding him would be just so troublesome.... I'd be better off trying to get him to linger as long as possible so that I could get the money to pay him back and get the rest of my purchase. He thought to himself, pulled from his thoughts when Nolan asked him a question.
"How come what?" He asked, unsure of the question in the first place. Maybe he had failed to pay attention but he just couldn't put sentences in his head to understand the reason for that question in the first place. With a small sigh, he found himself debating on what he could say to try and get Nolan to come home with him. The last thing he wanted to do was appear creepy but, he had to go get his wallet and come back for his purchase. "I only asked because I was going to head home for my wallet and return for the rest of my purchases." He chose to keep the comment rather vague, if there was a slight chance of Nolan refusing payment, he decided it was best not to prove how determined he was of paying him back.
The white haired guy seemed to be lost in thought and this even more so seemed to be the case when he'd asked what he meant by asking why he'd wondered about whether if he was busy or not. Nolan gave an amused smile. This guy was a bit odd... harmless, but odd. Quentin gathered his thoughts and answered, however, without him needing to explain the context of his words to him. The guy was intending on heading home to get his wallet so that he'd have enough to buy the rest of what he needed.
"Oh, okay, gotcha," Nolan promptly nodded, smile remaining. He shoved both of his hands into his sweatshirt pocket, the handles of the plastic bag lightly swinging along his forearm. "I probably shouldn't keep you for long then, right?" He went along to amuse aloud and a soft sigh left him, a puff of cool air leaving his lungs whilst glancing about the streets, "Be careful on your way home, okay? It won't be long before the creeps start getting out, and a nice looking guy such as yourself would catch their eye," He'd been around the city scene enough to know that men and woman were both targets for any unfortunate crimes. It wasn't late yet but it was still pretty quiet around here, and Quentin did stand out.
[attr="class","box"]tag: Quentin Daniels notes: Ahh, thank you! Quentin is so thoughtful, wanting to pay him back~
Quentin had answered his question, unaware that had been what he was asking this whole time. To his disappointment Nolan mentioned how he shouldn't keep him long and told him to be careful on his ways home. "I doubt I'll have much trouble with them." He mumbled, not really meaning for Nolan to hear it but he wasn't worried. He already had to deal with death once, the only one he feared was running into that damn medic again. Besides he thought he had been a murder before his memory was lost, because the evil medic had fed him that lie so it wouldn't be realistic to be scared. Of course that would make him hunting Nolan down into a fact and he would much rather have him come along for the ride. "Assuming your nearby me of course." He added, choosing his words carefully to try and encourage Nolan not to leave just yet.
On the one hand, they could supposedly work together to keep each other safe, on the other, his main reason, he'd be able to have Nolan nearby to pay him back without having to search him out first. He would even allow him to believe it was possibly he'd need help carrying his supplies home, assuming that it would work in keeping Nolan nearby, for now anyway. I need to head home before it gets too dark, if he does go with me, I don't want him to risk being in danger either. He thought to himself before slowly moving away from Nolan to head home as he had mentioned he would. "Walking together might be a good idea, I'd hate for you to run into trouble seeing as you are a very friendly guy." He added, believing flattering my help encourage Nolan to follow him.
Quentin vocalized that he doubted running into trouble and added, shortly thereafter, that he believed this would particularly be the case if Nolan stayed with him. It drew a bit of a wondering, amused smirk upon the previous smile Nolan adorned. "Ahhh, is that an invite for me to chauffeur you around? A lonely gentleman in need of a body guard this evening?" He asked in a playful, and clearly teasing mannerism. That pretty much confirmed what he was already thinking, that this guy was likely trying to keep him around out of feeling indebted to him. He didn't think that it could be anything else... at least, such ideas didn't come to mind yet.
He chuckled a little afterwards, looking off towards the streets and glancing over them as though watching whatever sign of activity was surfacing in the public space. Him running into trouble... wasn't a concern of his. He'd been through a great deal and knew how to defend himself. He also wasn't as seemingly harmless as Quentin may have assumed... they were only newly-met faces, after all, only having this very encounter and a face to peg onto one another. "I don't know, man. I'm really sorry but I should probably get going. The friends back home are waiting on me for a game night," He answered, lightly chewing on his lip before looking back over at Quentin, "Do you ride the bus? I can walk you over to the bus stop on the way back if that makes you feel safer,"
Quentin couldn't help but blush slightly when Nolan seemed to tease him with his question. Well he wasn't completely wrong, it would appear that way even though it would be easier to find him to pay him back but then again, if he had to describe Nolan, he wouldn't be wrong about his attractiveness. It was just that he had known Cato longer and enjoyed being in their company and he didn't know much about Nolan to say for certain if he would want to remain around him a lot or not, just from the little time they had spent together he had decided being around him wasn't so bad. "I didn't mean it like that...." He mumbled, struggling to form the words he wished to say. Talking had proven rather difficult and he found life was so much easier remaining as a mute instead. To his great disappointment, Nolan had commented once more, but about why he would need to return home instead of being around him longer. That was typical, but it was what it was. "I see." He answered back, no longer struggling with words to say because he already knew that he'd have to search Nolan later to pay him back.
He was surprised to hear Nolan's question. "I don't, I walk." He answered, shaking his head slightly when Nolan was offering for the sake of him feeling safer. "I'll be alright, no worries..." He answered, not wishing to trouble Nolan any further. Of course that would prove rather difficult when somebody from TRS had taken notice of him. "Hey Quentin....." The girl had called out to him, but instead of replying he was silent instead. If it isn't strange people confusing me with somebody else.... It is people claiming they know me. With a small breath, he glanced towards the girl from TRS who wore a medic uniform. "I don't know you." The comment would come off as a mumble before he started running away from them. It wasn't your normal walk away, but a feared, encouraged jog. The sooner he got away from these people, the sooner he wouldn't have to answer their questions, over and over and over again about not knowing them. "But I do know you...." The girl answered in a whisper, suddenly sad over scaring Quentin off.
"I just don't understand.... why you don't seem to remember us...." The girl sighed, looking in the direction that Quentin was going, unaware of his memory lost thanks to one evil medic in their unit.
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