Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
Silence was consumed in tranquility of the forested outskirts, where spring brought forth new life after the brutality of winter. Light April showers tumbled over the forests all of yesterday with a break-through in the weather this morning. Although the sunlight was sparse with pale clouds abundantly canvasing the skies, a glow of warmth still cast down upon the softened soil as though offering hope for better seasons. Not a single human soul dwelt among the orchards of trees where Alfonse had taken upon himself to journey through, nor did anything but the cool spring breeze disturb the stillness of nature. His footsteps were light, his hiking boots all but leaving a vague trail of small prints along the dewy soft earth as he traveled along the private grove of scenery. He wore upon him a rich, dark blue cloak trimmed in gold thread, a large hood pulled over his head and a satchel buckled over one of his shoulder. He was alone, but on a mission. [break][break]
A mission of assisting the Apothecary that was currently visiting their home located in the seclusion of the Coastal borders. The man was a loyal medic under one of their clan's defense divisions in New Zealand and was currently staying with them, most likely temporary and for business purposes with his father. The Apothecary was in need of specific root-flowers and herbs grown within a very specific region of the forests, far away from where human feet normally touched. Alfonse was sent to gather what he required to bring back so that he may continue formulating his potions. The young boy enjoyed being outside after the period of rain and having an excuse to venture out of their estate without his mother being suspicious of him. He, of course, was unable to leave without having a tracking charm placed upon him so that his whereabouts were always known...[break][break]
As he walked, he held within his palm a glowing amulet that served as his compass. When nearing the plants needed for the Apothecary's recipe, the amulet was supposed to intensify in radiation and warm in temperature. Alfonse navigated through numerous paths of the forest as he followed whichever direction the amulet responded to. Its guidance lead him to an expanse of willow trees, branches swaying with long flowery vines that he gently brushed through using a gloved hand while stepping through their veils. The amulet continued warming, more and more, with its light gradually brightening.... he was headed in the right direction, and thankfully hadn't gotten lost. When reaching his destination, he found an abundant dolloping of herbs scattered throughout the grassy bedding surrounding the Willows. [break][break]
Wood sorrel, toothwort, knapweed, crimson clover, purple deadknettle all were within his reach. Alfonse knelt down, collecting the herbs and flowers matching the description of what the Apothecary provided him. Busily he toiled away for a countless time as the morning sunlight fought to break through the clouds with little luck. When he'd finished within the Willow grove, Alfonse set forth to seek the remaining herbs needed. As he brushed through the veils of willowy vines, they gradually became more scarce.... until, eventually, the boy happened upon a lone Peach Blossom tree. Pink petals vibrantly shown where the sunlight cast effortlessly, defeating the clouds, and allowing for a spotlight to cast over its lonesome existence. The sight was beautiful... immediately capturing Alfonse's attention as curious Aquamarine eyes befell where it stood. He stepped towards it, feet brushing along a few fallen blossom petals, and the closer he drew towards the tree the grander and taller it towered above him. [break][break]
He stood before its presence with his head tilted up to take in its mysterious beauty. The blossoms covered every contouring of its branches with brilliant pink hues illuminated by the ring of light. His youthful eyes shown in awe as he appreciated what he saw. "What a beautiful tree," Alfonse softly spoke aloud, a gentle smile crossing his features. The strap of his satchel was slowly slipping off his shoulder during his distracted state of mind but before it could tumble off him, he caught it and instead removed it himself. The boy set it aside, some of the herbs peering through its pockets. Alfonse stepped up to the base of the tree, chin tilted upwards and allowing for his hood to fall down as he lightly spun in a circle while trying to see how far up the branches stood.... how many tiers, and how many blossoms there were. His innocent smile grew as his thoughts took him through a moment of daydreaming, before he stopped in his idle spinning. "I don't think they would mind if I rested for a few minutes..." He mused softly. The ground was still damp.... but Alfonse fixed the issue with a rehearsed swish of his hands, dew droplets immediately levitating away from the surrounding patches of grass and floating up towards his hand. The dew drops gathered into a small water orb that Alfonse carefully sent towards a small bedding of nearby flowers, so that they may receive the extra sip of water before he sat down up against the base of the tree. "I hope it's okay if I keep you company..." The youth spoke in a gentle tone, his large eyes slowly blinking closed, "I promise I won't stay long,"[break][break]
Although he'd merely intended to close his mind and meditate, absorbing the essence of nature for his mental well-being as Master Leon taught him to do for the vitality of the soul, the peacefulness was all but too comforting. Alfonse unintentionally drifted off into a light slumbeer, sunlight gently kissing the Peach blossom tree. His legs lay in front of him with the peaceful expression of a resting child capturing his expression of his slightly-lowered face.
What was supposed to be a quick errand turned into a lengthy sightseeing... which wouldn't have been a problem if she wasn't attending to something. The forest was quite empty, yes, and the most creatures had learn that it was in their best interest to avoid that clearing deep in the outskirts. Yet, Veronica couldn't find the heart to be calm about the issue, especially that she didn't put a defensive spell around the area. The last time she did that things went south right away, and disasters like those had no remedy. A century wasn't enough to prepare her for another tragedy. [break][break]
Frantic flapping of wings resounded loud across the silent forest as the birds- and any other creatures for that matter- cleared the way for the guardian. Finding the quickest way back home, she dashed through tall shrubs and grasses where twigs and heaven-knows-what slapped against her body leaving red marks on her pale complexion. Powdery white feathers and petals from the freshly picked blossoms in her arms littered the damp ground, creating a trail leading deeper into the forest- to a sanctuary just past the outskirt's earthly giants. [break][break]
Upon reaching a small patch of clearing, her gaze instinctively darted a solitary tree standing in the center of the glade, greedily bathing in the sun's golden rays. A wave of relief instantly washed over her; it was like a kiss to a curse, pulling her away from the trance-like fear lingering in her consciousness. But, that wasn't the end of her problems. Truly, the peach tree was safe and sound but it wasn't untouched. Displease was etched on Veronica's face, tranquility fading into furrowed eyebrows and a frown. There was something under the tree; a misplaced bright orange speck of whatever it may be stood out like a sore thumb against the gentle colors of Spring. [break][break]
There wasn't much thinking to be done. Whatever it was must go, permanently depending on its hostility. Easing her arms down to her side, the flowers she carefully picked from her errands fell to the ground. Veronica marched cautiously towards the tree with her guard set to high alert. One wrong move and this thing would find what it was looking for. Yet, the moment she arrived at the base the wooden plant, a breathtaking discovery greeted her eyes. [break][break]
This boy... [break][break]
Bright orange hair, fair complexion, a tiny body and even the peaceful look in his sleeping face! Each and every delicate feature struck her heart with bitter memories. A gust of gentle breeze blew past them, whispering a long forgotten tale along the way. Veronica no longer wanted to get any closer but her body pushed itself and found herself sitting next to the boy with her legs tucked to the side, his image clearly reflecting on her lilac orbs. It made her heart throb, spreading a familiar ache not even a hundred years could heal completely. [break][break]
Hesitantly, she reached for him. Tips of her slender fingers brushed lightly on his skin as she carefully swept strands of ginger locks away from his face. He could touch her, he was real... not a dream, not a vision-- a living ghost to remind her of the past. Eyes fondly watched the boy still deep in his slumber, a small smile unconsciously gracing her lips when a tiny peach blossom landed on his face. For a moment, she allowed the tall walls surrounding her heart to crumble and fall. She basked in both nostalgia and melancholy while secretly hoping that all of these, despite the hurt, would stay just a little bit longer.
The gentle light breeze kissing the Peach blossom tree with its sway allowed for the sole lullaby of undisturbed nature to touch the boy's ears. The clearing was isolated from what felt like the rest of the world.... and yet, in such isolation, he felt the utmost peace and tranquility. A sensation that was rare to find in the presence of other people; in the rushing bustle of cities where so many dwelt and were often unaware of the natural beauties that lurked beyond the man-made territories. [break][break]
His slumber was soothing and deep enough to prevent him from being aware of the presence of another soul. Upon the feeling of soft fingers gently touching his skin, brushing the few wavy locks that'd befallen his cheeks from the sweeping breeze, a smile delicately hinted along his lips. The touch was soft and caring, reminding him of his mother. When he was small, he'd sometimes feel his hair brushed away from his eyes, or his cheeks caressed. The touch always brought him the warmth of security and safety. Subconsciously, Alfonse had related such a gesture to those memories, not awake enough to realize anything different within the shelter he'd found.[break][break]
A peach blossom floated down onto his face, tickling his small nose and causing it to twitch... and then catch a sweet aroma that stirred him. Among the floral smells of blossom petals fresh flower-dolloped grass, something else joined among them that touched his inherited enhanced sense of smell. Something that was really pleasant...[break][break]
A quiet, tired hum left Alfonse as he lightly shifted in his sleep, causing for his head to lift up higher and rest more so against the base of the tree. Wisps of hair befell his ears and away from his face upon the notion.... before, slowly, his eyes begun to open as he awoke from his nap. Large Aquamarine eyes opened into a soft narrow, before slowly blinking open wider. The same beautiful scenery of the clearing unveiled before him... until his sleepy gaze arose beside him. In that moment, the presence of a light-skinned maiden, pale blonde hair flowing over her frame dressed in white and a nostalgic warmth showing within her purple hues dawned upon him.[break][break]
His eyes grew impossibly larger, wide and startled, as a shocked yelp left him. The boy jolted in a panicked fright to stand himself up, but what instead happened out of his clumsy moment, was him falling back down along the scattering of fallen blossoms. His cloak flowed with his movements and the petals that'd collected on his face had, too, floated to join the rest upon the clearing ground. "A-a-ah....!" He breathed out in a shaking voice, chest heaving as wide youthful eyes stared at the maiden whom had joined him, unbeknownst to himself. One leg had awkwardly laid in front of him while the other had its knee bent up, arms behind him with hands planted among the soil to lift the upper region of his body up. "Wh-who-- wh-who a-are you...?" He managed to stammer out through his unsteady breaths, visibly quite caught-off guard by her company. His chest rose and lowered with every breath, his heart feeling as though it were attempting to leap right out of his chest. H-he d-didn't think anyone else was out here...! H-he didn't remember seeing anyone.... n-not here, a-and not near the willows...
Pangs of sorrow radiated from her core, threatening to burst through her eyes at the sight of the curl on each side of lips. she wondered: Had she opened her heart more, would she be seeing his peaceful face like this boy's? The smile drawn on her face slowly faded into regret. She knew the answer to her questions well; she spent a hundred years pondering about it- creating pictures in her head had she only been humble. Truly, regret comes late and Veronica learned that the hard way. [break][break]
Mauve eyes gleamed as the child parted from his slumber in delicate movements, and between a narrow slit of his sleepy eyes peered optics in pale blue. The guardian remained frozen in her position waiting for his next movement, unable to decide which course of action to take. Usually, she treated everyone with hostility until they were proven harmless and even so she remained cautious around them. However, this case was rather different. Could she even bring herself to raise an arm at him? [break][break]
It wasn't take long for the boy to realize that he wasn't alone... at least, no longer. Jumping, stumbling and falling over in order to create a gap between each other, and stuttering questions- or perhaps poorly presented demands- in between arrhythmic breathing. The guardian's gaze never left him as she scrutinized every actions to find any ill-intentions. Yet, she couldn't see anything else but a strange resemblance to startled cub. Veronica blinked at him as her heart throbbed once more. The resemblance was too uncanny, it was beyond haunting. [break][break]
But, personal feelings must come later no matter how important they were. She had a duty to fulfill, and she most certainly would not make the same mistake twice. Letting out an inaudible sigh, she forced her sentiments back to the depths of her heart and rose to her feet. Her eyes passed the boy's features once more, before turning to the Peach tree. She gently placed a hand on its rough trunk, wings spanning to each of her sides as powdery white feathers scattered through the air along with delicate peach blossoms "I am the guardian of this tree," Her voice was filled with pride and power as she spoke. "And you," Looking down, she met the child's eyes with an intense gaze, seemingly piercing through and judging his soul "Have you come here to disturb its peace?" Anyone who dared to steal away its tranquility would answer to her.... no matter who they were, no matter how she felt about it.
An intense stare harbored from the pale blonde maiden, one of which evoked such a dominant stance that Alfonse could feel a gut-turning sensation of intimidation within his small frame. From where he'd clumsily fallen onto his bottom, the boy felt petrified into stillness... confused, shocked, a-and completely startled by this... th-this lady showing up out of nowhere while he was sleeping! His chest continued to visibly rise and lower with every shaken breath... and upon a multitude of pure white wings extending around her, his large eyes radiated in astonishment upon the sight. [break][break]
Only Guardians had so many wings... and wings that were so white... beautiful and rare, but... somehow eluding to even more of a gutting nervousness upon realizing the possible weight of him being met with one of her kind. There were two types of Guardians. Those whom derived directly from Heaven and were only on Earth to protect someone, and those whom were of Earthly origins but were still inevitably tasked with something of value to protect. E-either option.... was admirable, but very intimidating in his current predicament. His thoughts were scattered but in that moment of seeing the species she descended from, one thought was clear. Did he possibly disturb something, or someone she was protecting?[break][break]
Petals fluttered, carried away from the trees by the wind and framing her ethereal appearance. The strength in her voice as she introduced her status, eyes heavily examining him.... m-making him all the more nervous and frazzled. His face begun to warm from being overwhelmed by the situation, and sent into a panic from her powerful demeanor and scrutinizing question. He felt like he was going to faint.... how could he be so stupid to choose a Spiritually guarded tree to nap against?! Out of all the trees he'd passed by! H-He felt like he was going to die... he was going to die, wasn't he? [break][break]
"N-no! I swear, I-I didn't mean to disturb anything!" He frantically blurted out to her, and immediately after answering, he regained his posture into a sitting position that transitioned into a bow upon the petal-dusted forest floor with his cloak cascading around him, "I'm so sorry for intruding, I had no idea this was a sacred tree..." The boy's auburn hair had messily waved over his head due to his face being lowered towards the ground, a few stray petals visibly caught within their locks. His heart pounded against his chest as he remained in his bowed, respectful position... silently hoping and praying that the Guardian would have mercy on him for his oblivious mistake.
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