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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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.
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Interesting situations added a certain spice to Kaitlynn’s sergeant occupation, however, she despised the notion of spies wandering through the TRS. These dastardly people who worked extensively to merely ruin TRS plans and gladly throwing the Assembly the information they needed to accomplish their objectives. Alas, there was come intelligence in Kaitlynn's reckless mind; the blond stranger could be truthful and both their lives be at stake. Besides, she possessed the courage to risk her well-being and chase this young man down; or at least, direct him towards her teammates. Carefully, the radio was snatched from around the sergeant's belt, the brunette aware her fellow hunters would be converging on her current location. The device was hovered near her lips, the angel allowing her slightest hint of tactfulness to show; it was a rarity considering her reckless nature.
"Stay outside the building, but have it surrounded, got it?" Kaitlynn softly spoke.
The subtle sounds of static filled Kaitlynn's ears, a pause of silence ensued. Only a mere few seconds later did a round of responses to the command filtered through the radio, each hunter stating the same two words.
"Yes, ma'am!" Her hunters barked in responded.
Promptly afterwards, electricity was pumped into the specialized gauntlets, Kaitlynn's purple eyes settling on the young man. She expected answers for the questionable actions the blond accomplished, the sturdiness of her stance making it evident she refused to leave without them. The TRS was the first place Kaitlynn found where her attitude and personality was considered acceptable, thus she was determined to protect the organization and those inside it. The Terror Response Syndicate gave her everything, forging her into the incredible warrior she never knew was inside. She listened to the words which escaped the young man's mouth, knowing the information he provided could be sourced and possibly verify his intentions. All the trouble the blond wreaked to escape the confines of headquarters resulted in a soft sigh escaping the brunette's mouth as she shook her head.
Alas, before she could inquire about his intentions, the young man brought up his magic. Immediately, the angel raised a brow, purple eyes observing William's form; it could perhaps explain the peculiar positioning. The frantic nature of his voice suggested a larger situation than she liked.
"How can we stop your magic?" Kaitlynn asked, an authoritative tone evident through her confidence.
Fear was a nonexistent emotion on her expression, however, Kaitlynn's heart was beating wildly as she concerned herself with potentially facing Thanatos should the situation prove lethal. Either way, the problem required solving before they both faced the consequences. There was a subtle narrowing to her purple eyes, the sergeant's observations allowing her to understand the situation. The blond's panicked state and the requirement to warn her of potential danger were because of his magic. The mysterious force manifested in a variety of manners. Thus, Kaitlynn believed there could be immediate danger should they fail to accomplish the needed objectives to tame William's magic in this instance.
The only thing the young man could do was ready himself. Hoping the Sargent would at the very least take his words into consideration. After all she had no reason to believe him. And he knew how bad the situation must look, having impersonated a hunter. As well as fleeing when confronted about it. He thought it would have been simple to just step out into the city for a bit. Thought he could make it back to the headquarters without being caught. He seemed to think a lot of things. But now wasn't the time. He had managed to cause such a panic, and the only thing he could do was try to make it right. His blood began to rush as he watched the woman suddenly reach for her belt. Presumably to grab cuffs? A gun? Yet instead she retrieved a radio, calling off the other agents for the time being. Yet it wasn't pure joy as a surge of a crackling blueish lighting came to life around her hands. More or less a sign to let William know she still meant business. But it was relieving none the less to know she actually wanted to hear him out.
But before she had a chance to find out the full story her attention turned to the present danger. Causing William to sigh softly with her question. "Well you see... Perhaps I may have overstated things." He let out a nervous cough. "My magic isn't exactly dangerous, per say." He said, shifting his body to make his occupied hand more apparent to the woman.
"But I tend to have quite a bit of it, which isn't really a problem... But it builds up from time to time. Usually with something to focus it into things aren't a issue. But... It attracts those things..." He said with a soft sigh. Knowing he was overreacting quite a bit before. Yet the Sargent had startled him quite a bit. After all he wasn't expecting any of this in the first place. All he wanted was a coffee.
Considering the attractive lieutenant of unit two could possess a reckless fire, Kaitlynn was oftentimes handed the expectation to soothe her desires. It would be difficult on the unit should they both decide to thoughtlessly throw themselves into the fray. Alas, resisting the urges to display her reckless side was something Kaitlynn was barely capable of accomplishing. Fortunately, her intense care for unit two allowed the angel to resist her natural instincts. Somebody needed to keep their eyes open and worry about unit two’s safety, and the brunette allowed those expectations to rest on her shoulders. Constantly, the sergeant’s eyes flitted around the area, assessing the situation, searching for more potential danger, although, her initial assumptions were proven wrong when William explained the problem. She listened, eyes widening slightly the instant he explained the real issue with his magical over-load; the attraction of terrors.
The outskirts frequently held an abundance of terrors and their late realization on William being an impersonator resulted in them bringing a terror magnet to the outskirts. The angel flinched, now thoroughly aware of their horrible situation.
“So you’re a walking terror magnet?!” She exclaimed, voice booming as realization dawned. “We need to get you out of here!”
All terrors in the outskirts converging on a single area would be a dangerous situation, the sergeant thoroughly aware of their capabilities. Their squadron was supposed to systematically move through the outskirts and eliminate, but their plans were officially ruined. There were no doubts about unit two’s power and capabilities, however, the full list of enemies in the area was unknown. The more powerful classes like swarmers, razors or disguisers managing to reach their location would easily make it a dangerous game. A few quick steps were taken forward, the sergeant’s concerns about the possible situation resulting in a requirement to get moving. Unconsciously, the electricity discharged from her fingertips, safely disappearing into the ground to avoid shocking.
William felt slightly accomplished for having difused the situation with such little commotion. As he had expected the Sargent to be much more upset with him, much more untrusting after having led her on a wild goose chase. Perhaps it was the fact he had agreed to go back to the headquarters willingly. Or his honesty about the situation. Whatever the case William was relieved she had decided to communicate rather than immediately try to apprehend him.
He had felt bad about distracting the unit from their original goal. But felt at least a little better that they could get back to what they had been doing. Now that the immediate danger of a possible spy was gone. Yet the danger didn't quite seem gone just yet. As Kaitlynn seemed to become even more worried by his previous statement. "Well I suppose you could say that... Though it's rather oversimplified." He said slightly annoyed with her description of his abilities. As it was much more complex than simply attracting terrors. Yet he couldn't get too upset with her. As the scouts that had found him in the first place thought the same thing. "And I would love to go, but I'm rather stuck at the moment." He said motioning toward his hand currently pumping magic into the tree. "But it shouldn't be too bad... After all the other agents told me those things don't like to enter the city. Right?" He said, hoping the Sargent would reassure him.
Yet all the while the two had been talking William had failed to notice the eerieness of the abandoned building. The sudden silence that seemed to fall on the place. As well as the strange sensation of someone or something staring at the two.
Terrors were frightful and sometimes unpredictable creatures, resulting in all TRS hunters being provided a detailed course on how to handle these horrific monstrosities. Months passed meticulously studying these malicious creatures to assure hunters were thoroughly prepared for a variety of possibilities. Those days spent confined to classrooms provided Kaitlynn the necessary information about the enemy she faced on the daily. These creatures were capable, especially those similar to the elusive disguiser who could pretend to be human. Without a thorough assessment of all terrors inside the outskirts, there was nothing to determine the amount of danger they could possibly be in. There were certain classes of terrors which were difficult to defeat single-handedly, thus a group of the TRS' worst enemies in a single location was a frightening thought. The TRS sergeant proceeded to stride forward, her recklessness leading her steps.
"Simplified or not, terrors follow your magic like dogs after a scent I bet," Kaitlynn stated, making an assumption.
The complexity of terror attraction and its correlation to William's abilities hardly mattered to the angelic brunette. Terrors converging on their area was the primary issue, Kaitlynn evidently more concerned about the safety of her hunters and potential citizens in the outskirts. Creations of Zeredah were murderous, their lack of morals already providing the belief everybody in the area was in danger. Thus, exact logistics of the situation were ignored for the purpose of fixating on the dire circumstances. An annoyed scowl breached the sergeant's face when the mysterious man stated he was stuck in place. The foolish statement towards terrors not entering the city prompted an irritated growl from Kaitlynn.
"In the downtown area, maybe! Those monsters can slither around the outskirts pretty damn easily!" Kaitlynn exclaimed, fists clenching.
A deep breath was inhaled into the depths of her lungs, the brunette reaching composure to properly handle the situation. They needed to dispel the strange magical energy gluing William to the tree and leave.
"Is there any way to make the process faster? We can't linger here too long! My troops and any citizens could be in danger," Kaitlynn inquired quickly.
Hastily, her hand fetched the radio from around her belt, the sergeant's mind finally formulated a possible plan. They needed to prepare for the hellish circumstances greeting them with bared fangs and blood-soaked claws.
"I need scouts watching the streets in my location. Inform my hunters of any terror activity coming our way," the sergeant commanded.
There were no doubts about their ill-favourable situation, however, the angel was required to handle everything in the best possible method. Patrol routes occasionally received abhorrent circumstances which threw them off route, however, they were being required to stand their ground against incoming terrors. Unit two was a powerful fighting force, but with a small handful of hunters at her disposal, the sergeant was nonetheless concerned.
With each passing moment William found himself feeling increasingly worse. Not from his abilities, but emotionally. He had always tried his hardest to behave himself around the headquarters. And showed respect to the people whom had taken him in. He truly was grateful that the TRS had decided to protect him. Yet they had so many rules and almost gave the teen no privacy. But even William had to admit he had gone a little overboard this time. It wasn't like he had duped some reasearcher into letting him out into the city for a bit. He had outright stolen another hunters uniform. And to top it off pissed off someone with actual authority.
His head lowered when she responded again. Or rather spoke down to the blond. Giving a rather blunt statement about his magic. Which was rude, but not completely wrong. And then immediately correcting his naivety about what kind of situation they were in. He couldn't even bring himself to respond at first. Instead averting his gaze out of shame.
He had no idea his actions would have caused such potential danger to not only himself, but an entire unit of hunters. Not to mention any other people that may get caught in the mess. He knew whenever he got back to the headquarters he would have some explaining to do. He waited patiently as the Sargent finished with her radio. Not wanting to interrupt her. Having already done enough to upset her. "I-I really am sorry... I didn't mean for any of this." He said genuinely. Rather upset with the fallout of his actions. Yet he knew things weren't going to get any better from here. As he had still yet to answer her question. "And.. there are a few ways but, you won't like them." He said nervously. "I can just expell it but it leaves me very weak, and there is no telling what may get caught in it. Or..." Slowly his head turned back toward the Sargent, knowing that if she didn't like the first option she was going to hate this one. "Y-you could absorb some of it..." Although it was the easier option of the two William doubted that the Sargent would accept his offer. Especially after everything he had done. "I mean.. it doesn't hurt or anything. And that electricity from earlier.. your body is good at controlling energy right?" He said trying to reassure her in whatever way he could. Yet he honestly had no idea if his theory was true. As his magic usually effected everyone the same, regardless of race or abilities. She would definitely feel it's side effects.
Naivety was a trait Kaitlynn failed to comfort because of her blunt and reckless attitude. Years of being a runaway allowed the brunette to become thoroughly aware with the world's cruelness, this increasing when she met Sonya and joined the TRS. While she was far from cynical, she maintained a healthy concern about the endless possibilities and fended off excessive innocence with her life experiences. Unfortunately, her abrasive tongue in this situation could diminish morale should the sergeant fail to maintain caution, however, she was worried. The TRS was important to the brunette, there were no doubts about that notion. The protective angel felt trapped in their current situation, few options presenting themselves to make the circumstances more favourable. Their predicament was messier than expected, the unpredictable terror magnet potentially creating a large risk.
When the discussion through the radio was completed, the device was hooked back onto the loop of her belt. An apology escaped the blond's lips, Kaitlynn's purple eyes glancing back towards him. There was a hardness to them, a slight narrowing which created a stern countenance.
"Next time, I expect you to behave yourself! If you want to leave headquarters, you should have done it properly!" She stated afterwards, her tone condemning as she scolded the young man.
Frustration and anger filled the brunette as she attempted to reach a calmer state of mind; she needed to think. With a serious expression, she listened to William's words. Their current situation called for possible risks because of their terrible circumstance. The options were concerning, the young man's nervous reaction suggesting there were few remaining possibilities, although, the second option surprised Kaitlynn. The young woman's eyes briefly widened, soon settling into a contemplating glare as she glanced towards the ground. Use herself as a vessel to take the access energy, it was an interesting concept, although, one which left Kaitlynn uncertain. After a few moments, she clenched her fists, remembering how rapidly her electric manipulation could consume her magical energy. They still needed to retreat to the downtown area, and with terrors converging on their present location, they needed all the firepower they could get.
"Yes..." She responded hesitantly, her gaze soon locking on William. "If that is the best option, then that is what we will do... Now, how the hell does this work?!"
These circumstances were concerning, to say the least, however, Kaitlynn was more concerned about her fellow hunters and the citizens in the area than her own well-being. Slowly, she stepped forward, volunteering herself as a candidate to accept the possible spy's strange magic. In her mind, if he decided to betray her after being so forthcoming with information, he would suffer the consequences of her fellow hunters tracking him down and capturing him.
It didn't take more than a few sharp words to quickly shut down William's apology. As his words did little good now that they were already stuck in such a situation. All thanks to his reckless actions and abilities. So it was no wonder the woman was upset with him. For a multitude of reasons at this point. "I will, I promise." He said as apologetically as possible. Watching as the Sargent started suppresing her frustration with the situation.
He tried his best to adjust his posture as she seemed lost in thought for a few moments. Not managing to make himself look any less helpless as he tried to coordinate with one hand firmly grasping the bark. Finally finding a comfortable position he paused. Awaiting the Sargent's next move as he drained his energy. Sure that she would take the option that was the least dangerous in theory.
And as she spoke up William turned his gaze back toward the brunette. "See. Bad ideas, so now we just hav-" William had to take a pause as it took a moment for the Sargent's words to soak in. "Wait.. you said yes? But-but why trust me? What if I was trapping you?" He said rather confused. But realized it was much better not to push his luck at this point. Instead he let out a slight sheepish laugh, embarrassed for even doubting her decision. "Sorry.. uhmm. Yes, well it's really simple actually." He said, standing up from his position next to the tree. "All I have to do, is touch you."
And with that he pulled his hand away from the tree, leaving a feint trail of what appeared to be a gold like dust wafting from the place it had been. As soon as he had done so he felt the slight nausea starting to return, luckily however it wouldn't be for long. As he could finally get rid of the excess magic. "Now I don't want to alarm you. This won't hurt. And the most important thing to remember, is the biggest danger is yourself. Just... Try not to use too much." He said trying to reassure the Sargent. Yet inside he was smiling. As it felt odd to say something like that to an agent. As oftentimes it was a reasearcher giving them the briefing. It made him feel like he was conducting his own experiment of sorts.
After a brief pause of standing before the woman he slowly raised his hand. Extending only a few fingers as he gently rested them against her shoulder. And as he made contact she would begin to feel a slight tingle, fading into a numbness. That soon after would become a warmth, that felt like it was traveling through her veins themselves. On the surface their would be a slight golden glow that crept up from under his fingers, and the same golden dust from before drifting around the two.
A few moments later and the warmth would become more of a emotional sensation than a physical one. Becoming almost invigorating. And along with it Sparks started to drift aimlessly around Kaitlynn's gauntlets. Giving off small arks of electrical current. Yet it was different from before, taking on the same golden glow coming from the young man.
Desperation was a forceful emotion, reminding the afflicted few options were readily available for their survival. Recklessness spoke kind words to it, feeding the beast and causing the afflicted to rashly decide on a risky plan. They conspired together, influencing Kaitlynn's decision and swaying her over-protective heart. Those precious members of her unit were awaiting critical injury or possibly her demise should they lose caution. Lorsette and the TRS accepted her, and Kaitlynn would be damned should she failed. They accomplished something the people designed for the task; her parents could never display pride and acceptance over her choices. At each step, the brunette was determined to prove she was a powerful, young woman capable of protecting those around her. Patience in this situation was beyond Kaitlynn as concerns over the consequences of merely waiting until William was ready entered her mind.
Determination mingled with recklessness glimmered in the sergeant's purple eyes as the direness of the situation was realized. Potentially, the terrors in the area could be low-risk, however, Kaitlynn refused to gamble the lives of citizens and her fellow unit members to discover the truth. Hastily, she volunteered herself for potential injury or something worse and unexpected. However, the angel always considered it her duty to protect others and cherish their lives similar to those she loved dearly. It appeared William was astonished by her reckless willingness to participate in a quicker idea, even going lengths to attempt to deter her.
"If people are in danger, I am not letting them just die out there!" Kaitlynn snapped back at the boy.
Silently, the brunette listened to the instructions being provided to her, courage filling her veins. The sergeant remained alert, purple eyes flitting around their current location, assessing the area for possible threats. There was still a chance Kaitlynn's reckless choice making could place her directly in peril's pathway. When the blond stood from his position, Kaitlynn stiffened slightly, however, she quieted any concerns about the situations. Golden coloured, dust-like residue floated where the man's hands once desperately clung to the tree. She listened to every word in his explanation, nodding slowly to display her comprehension of the magic's function. The distance was closed, the brunette remaining motionless, keeping her hands close to her to avoid accidental electrocution. Softly, the man's fingers touched her shoulder, the angel refusing to move as the process began. Golden light manifested again as the young man's magic obeyed his commands. There was a subtle tingling sensation from the connection which faded to numbness.
The peculiar sensation made the angel flinch, however, it disappeared into comfort when warmth flowed through her veins. Pleasant, similar to the embrace of positive emotions felt around loved ones before drifting into a physical sensation. She felt energetic because of this magic influence. Golden dust had returned, surrounding them, making the existence of William's magic obvious. Arcs of gold-coloured electricity bounced between her fingers, different from her regular magic output. Despite the strange nature of the situation, Kaitlynn refused to move, allowing the man to proceed with his magic.
As William approached the Sargent he couldn't help but be impressed by her response. He found it endearing even the way she was so willing to charge into potential danger. Wether it was a sense of duty or pride, he couldn't tell. Yet it was insightful in a way. Where before he had seen her as a rather imposing soldier, it wasn't so much the case anymore. But he found it amazing none the less that she was willing to trust him. A complete stranger. Just to save an unknown number of other strangers she may never even meet. The thought of which brought a feint smile to his lips. Only gently nodding in response to her statement.
So without much more time to waist he set about the process of transferring his magic to her. Regulating himself all the while. Making sure only to pass on as much as he had to and no more. As he didn't want the Sargent being essentially drugged for too long. And trusted they would make it back to downtown before he had another outburst. As he initially made contact with the woman he let out a slight gasp. As there was a tugging sensation extending from his chest and out through his fingertips. He would be lying if he said it didn't feel good. Suddenly releasing the pressure that had built up on his way out of the center of the city. His body having felt like a taunt rubber band suddenly snapping loose. It sent a shiver down his spine as he tried his best to remember to focus on the task at hand. Both figuratively and literally.
"See, painless." He said slightly slowly. His breaths seemed to space out ever so slightly. His body clearly becoming slightly labored by the process of holding back the majority of his magic from rushing into the woman. Luckily however William could tell he was close to his limit, and promptly moved his hand away from Kaitlynn's shoulder. Instead resting it against his own chest in an attempt to calm his breathing. "That should be enough.." He said rather reassuringly, turning his attention back toward the Sargent. "So how are you feeling? Not too odd I hope."
Even after William had stepped away the magic would continue to pump through the woman's veins. Amplifying her abilities and giving them the same strange golden glow from before. And even though it looked and behaved slightly differently, it would still feel the same as it always had. As it truly was her own.
Bravery was a trait Sergeant Harris frequently invoked whenever making these dangerous and possibly life-threatening decisions. People were in immediate peril should the terrors in the surrounding area converge onto a single location. Faith was held in unit two's tremendous fighting ability, but nobody could promise the safety of citizens who lived in the outskirts. There were people unequipped to handle themselves in a fight against a terror, leaving them vulnerable to attack. Should she perish because of her foolish requirement to spare those around her from a potential threat, then she would meet Thanatos' embrace with a scar of cynicism. The faint smile was a surprising expression to view on William's face in these dire circumstances, but Kaitlynn chose to ignore. If people were genuinely in danger, submitting herself to receiving the accumulated magical energy was the only escape.
As magic was transferred between them, the strange sensations manifested from the peculiar ability surprised the brunette. The woman's purple eyes analyzed the peculiar golden colouring of her electric magic she prized. At the moment, she felt similar to a battery being recharged with precious energy. Sparks and electric arcs danced between her fingers, playfully hopping around the specially designed gauntlets. Despite the ravishing appearance of those golden bolts, Kaitlynn knew their danger could be life-threatening should somebody foolishly grasp her hand. The woman merely nodded when the blond mentioned the action being painless, ultimately surprised by the ability he held. Their connection was eventually broken, William's hand leaving her shoulder and ceasing the process. When the hand disappeared, Kaitlynn's eyes flitted towards him, posture straightening and subtle signs of concern touching her face upon noticing the laboured breaths.
"I'm fine... but are you okay?" She inquired softly.
Magic proceeded to flow through her veins, although, despite the foreign source, everything appeared to be under her control. Everything appeared to be in order as of her abilities, thus, her main concern became the blond man she was expected to escort back to headquarters.
As William stepped away from the Sargent he began to look her up and down. Just to make sure everything was in order and that he hadn't caused her abilities to go awry. After all he could never be too sure. As he always had to make sure he didn't overload whomever he was touching. Though after a few moments of observation he could tell she was stable for the most part. The magic having found an easy route, and connected itself quickly to her electricity. He let out a slight sigh of relief, putting his worries aside for the time being as the Sargent seemed fine enough.
And when she spoke up it confirmed his suspicions. "Oh thank goodness." He said with a soft smile. Much more concerned with the Sargent's well being than his own. After all he was slightly winded, but it was nothing he couldn't recover from. "Yes I'm fine. Nothing a quick rest won't fix." As he spoke he lowered his arm back to his side, doing his best to look like nothing had happened. His magic was a tricky thing, Being both incredibly powerful and plentiful, but completely inert. It made it rather difficult to control at times. In a way it was like standing in the shallows of a strong river. At any time the water could rise. The current could pick up speed. Or his feet could slip. Leaving him completely out of control. Luckily however the Sargent was here to throw him a lifeline. At least this time.
After steading himself he rather awkwardly stood there for a moment. Remembering the whole reason she had to save him in the first place was due to his own actions. "Anyways... Like I said before, I really am sorry.. I know I shouldn't have taken the uniform. I'll return it as soon as I get back." He said rather sincerely. Stripping himself completely of the jacket and draping it over his forearm. "Speaking of which. We should be safe to go now. Thanks to you... Uhm. Sargent."
Electricity manipulation consumed a massive portion of Kaitlynn's energy, thus allowing her to easily adjust to the addition energy. Frequently, the brunette was required to consume fairly large meals to assure her electricity manipulation remained functional and capable. Assistance was further provided by the customized gauntlets designed to store buckets of electricity. Batteries were recharged by accepting the foreign magic into her system, which potentially meant she would temporary because a useful asset in combat. The tamed bolts of electricity proceeded to dance around her fingers while the young woman focused on the individual who provided her this incredible energy. The brunette's attention fixated onto the blond, more worried about the young man rather than herself. Considering Kaitlynn was still alive and the positive vibes she received from the magic, she was forced to assume the young man was forthcoming with her about the situation.
Therefore, the angel's worry felt warranted unless proven otherwise. He appeared please she was alright after being introduced to his magical energy. A gentle smile graced his face as he spoke, Kaitlynn patiently waiting to discover his condition. Fortunately, William reassured her a rest would improve his condition. A brief nod acted as the brunette's acknowledgement of his well-being. There was a pause as Kaitlynn slowly closed and opened her palm to admire the golden electricity jumping through her fingers, however, her observations were interrupted by the young man's apology. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as her hands rested on her hips, a small smirk touching her purple-coloured lips; she always adored purple lipstick.
"Just be more responsible next time, okay kid? And all that was nothing, protecting people is my job." Kaitlynn responded, a calmness wrapping around her. "Anyways, we best get going. If what you told me was true, headquarters will be looking for you."
The woman strode towards one of the damaged holes, carefully stepping through, allowing the warm sunlight to embrace her frame. Outside, her fellow hunters waited, slightly ruffled and covered in thick, black dust, making it evidently they recently fended off a terror. Vigilantly, they stood guard, their rigid posture suggesting they were alert and prepared to guard the vicinity as their segreant requested.
"Fall in!" Kaitlynn called over the silence, causing a few unsuspecting hunters to jump.
Hastily, the group lined up in front of their sergeant, salutes immediately being provided. Patiently, Kaitlynn waited until everybody was gathered, observant purple eyes double-checking to assure her hunters were not severely injured and nobody was missing.
Now having gotten rid of the excess magic that was plaguing him William finally felt like he could think clearly. As the headache and nausea had disappeared from his body along with it. He took in a few deep breaths of fresh air as he glanced around the building. A soft grumble escaping his lips as he realized what a dingy place he had ran into. As he normally would have never entered such a dilapidated and spooky place. Yet he was panicking at the time. It actually made him feel a little silly. As he seemed full of horrible behavior today. Making one mistake after the other. He let out a soft sigh, turning his attention back toward the Sargent whom he had dragged into all of this. Only to notice her distracted by the strange change her magic had undergone. As it wasn't uncommon behavior for someone whom had touched him. As a matter of fact it was almost routine. Yet it was always interesting to watch when it was intentional.
Though the show ended rather abruptly as William apologized for his earlier behaviors. Causing the Sargent to adopt a more serious position by placing her hands on her hips, and... Smiling? It actually took William slightly by suprise as she responded. The young blond only blankly blinking several times in surprise as she spoke. Having expected a much more harsh response from the woman after everything. Yet he didn't have time to complain about the scolding, nor did he really want to. As the woman was suddenly making her way toward an opening in the side of the building. Causing William to quickly tail after her.
But as he stepped through the hole the Sargent was already addressing her unit. Nervously he stepped through, catching more than a few glares in the process. As the rest of the unit seemed to want to know the details of what had happened inside. And why he wasn't currently cuffed, or at the very least fried a little from electricity. As he started to follow in suit with the unit he couldn't help but feel more nervous, as if any of them were going to pull him aside at any moment. So before any of them could get the chance he slightly increased his pace, putting himself squarely next to the Sargent. And he planned on staying that way all the way back to the headquarters.
Hastily, they gathered, a group of dust-covered hunters with hints of sweat shining on their brows from recent combat. Orders were followed, their goal to protect the sergeant's current location successfully accomplished because of the strenuous labour. Effort was evident, each wearing their share of thick, black dust clinging to their uniforms. Line formation was accomplished promptly in a neat, tidy format uncharacteristic to the rough and tough unit two. While they were infamous for their strength, they functioned closely to a military unit with protocols and everything. Currently, the sergeant was quite pleased since the pressured circumstances were removed from her shoulders; a successful assignment always bettered her mood. Unfortunately, her hunters appeared displeased with the situation. Their patrol was interrupted because of these foolish shenanigans. Glares were evident on their faces, annoyance being an obvious trait.
The sergeant ignored their expressions and proceeded to speak, "We're escorting William back to base then returning on our patrol."
Outraged responses escaped their lips, the hunters demanding to know several pieces of information. Why was the assumed spy not handcuffed? The question was entirely fair, their intent on capturing somebody planning to harm the TRS being their fighting fuel.
"From what I have gathered, he lives inside headquarters. Now c'mon, and everyone behave yourselves! I'm sure HQ will punish him accordingly," Kaitlynn explained as she walked around the line. "Also, if anybody is injured, you will be sent to the medical ward. Unless it is a tiny scratch, you are not rejoining the patrol."
Briskly, the sergeant strode down the sidewalk, expecting everybody to follow behind her. The blond joined her side with haste, obviously concerned about mixing with the frustrated hunters who groaned and trod after them. Grumbles were evident as hunters displayed their annoyance. The sounds of patted fabric being subtle background noise as they attempted to remove the black dust from their uniforms. Quietly, Kaitlynn walked point, leading them all back down those familiar sidewalks they traversed moments prior.
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