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.
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The Staff
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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!
Clouds hovered in the blue skies above, occasionally blocking the heat of the summer sun, ultimately shielding those below from the warm rays. A pleasantly cool breeze drifted by, interrupting the overal warmth of the summer temperature. Plenty of people happily wandered the streets, there being no shortage of smiles from the citizens of Lorsette on spectacular day. The perfect balance of heat and cold allowing for people to spend hours outside without the usage of temperature regulating bracelets. Even the outskirts possessed some inkling of activity, albeit, lesser than the portions of Lorsette. The outskirts of the city were referred to as dangerous, everybody being aware of the types of people who regularly lurked in the sections. Criminals, Assembly members and various other people with an amoral alignment, alas, there were occasions where people were forced to enter these foreboding surroundings where questionable structures and people reigned.
On a late Tuesday night, a man named George Akinson was murdered, snipe from the roof tops while assisting a family member. The circumstances stated that Mr. Akinson received a phone call from his daughter who explained her boyfriend kicked her out of the car. When he arrived on the scene to bring Kenna Akinson, the daughter home, he was shot. The RCMP was called, Kenna desperately attempting to save her father’s life, but the attempt failed. When the police arrived, Kenna’s hands were caked with blood from attempting to cease the bleeding, her frantic behaviour from the frightful experience making it difficult to sooth her. Now there was a murderer wandering the streets and a case with few leads. There was extensive work accomplished by the RCMP, but the Akinson family worried the case would never be solved, thus resulted in Lachlan’s current situation. While there was police effort placed on the murder of George Akinson, the blond required an escape because of the current month.
June, an ill-favouring time for the man who lacked pride over his sexuality. Rainbows were everywhere as people joyously cheered for those of differing sexualities than the typical heterosexual. The month was supportive, but Lachlan feared the consequences of revealing his preferences, therefore, he piled himself with work. Regularly, the reaper would accomplish the task of burying himself in his occupation, however, it became the most evident during the infamous Pride Month. Everything to keep his sexuality deep inside the closet was necessary, thus, the private investigator graciously took every single case that arrived on his doorstep. It was a reckless decision, but Lachlan solely cared about avoiding those sensitive topics. Homosexuality would have easily resulted in relentless abuse from his parents and, he assumed, his siblings. Rest was nonexistent as Lachlan pondered the current case, an arm folded behind his back while his right hand softly rubbed his chin in an inquisitive manner.
Based on family statements, George Akinson lacked enemies and was considered a benevolent man with a heart of gold. Even contacting friends of Mr. Akinson provided similar conclusions, making it difficult for Lachlan to find a footing in this particular case. Furthering his investigation through close connections were turning up no leads, thus the blond decided to return to the crime scene. There were moments where police could potentially miss evidence, making Lachlan determined to find something which could grant him a starting place. Long strides allowed him to glide down the sidewalks, the reaper still refusing to listen to medical advice about occasionally resting. Hastily, he moved towards his destinations, thoughts swirling inside his head as he thoroughly explored the current avenues in his head. Anger was a potential motive, although, nobody claimed there was a recent drama between somebody and George Akinson. An annoyed sigh escaped the blond’s lips, the current puzzle presented to him proving to be challenging.
Gradually, he approached the crime scene, the reaper pausing when he realized he reached his destination. First impressions revealed nothing special about the location, although, there was something different about the destination he arrived on. The buildings were taller in this section of the outskirts, proving to be excellent posts for snipers to gain a height-based advantage. Evidently, this would be the reason police forces pursued Kenna after the incident. Everything appeared to align perfectly, the structuring appearing more stable from his current distance. They were ideal for the newsworthy crime involving a mysterious sniper and a dead man. A soft hmm rumbled in Lachlan’s throat as his hazel eyes began analyzing the area; the sidewalk where Kenna stood waiting for her father that horrible evening. Only a few moments later did Lachlan’s eyes flit towards the building where the sniper supposedly shot from.
There was a pause as he imagined the shine of the scope over the roof’s lip, the diagonal shot had fractured the windshield and embedded itself in George Akinson’s chest. Information about the shot suggested the individual carrying out the murder was familiar with the best methods to kill another individual. The head was an ill-favourable, easy-to-miss target while the torso was larger and carried numerous vital organs for survival. Cautiously, the reaper hurried across the street, approaching the front door of the abandoned building. His hand clenched around the doorknob, slowly turning it to gain access to the location. Inside, there was no furniture, damaged walls and graffiti covering the interior of the structure. There were several explicit words covering the filthy building, the investigator moving carefully as he closed the door behind him. Gradual navigation through the home eventually revealed a small set of stairs.
The blond followed the trail up, promptly discovering an old, wooden ladder nailed to the floor and a gaping hole in the roof. There was a pause as Lachlan stared through the hole where light filtered through, revealing plenty of dust. Evidence on a slanted roof appeared unlikely, but around the ladder which allowed the killer safe access to the roof prompted analyzing. As a result, the reaper’s hazel eyes glanced around the area, pleading he would discover some kind of evidence. Either way, there were other plans filtering through Lachlan’s mind, such as contacting George Akinson from beyond the grave. Gaining knowledge of the crime scene tended to assist in comprehending the crime which occurred, but the victim could easily provide plenty of knowledge. Creaks echoed through the rooms as Lachlan slowly wandered through the building, searching for any evidence.
Wolverine had thoughts crossing his mind. George Akinson, somebody that was supposed to see him the night before but had been shot because he had excused himself to go get his daughter from her boy friend. He could recall the name clearly in his head, Kenna Akinson. Little did anybody else know that George Akinson was apart of the AP as an informant. They had worked on assignments together in the past, of course his daughter didn't know. George Akinson had decided he didn't want to be apart of the AP anymore, so they had somebody who happened to be AP date his daughter so that they could keep close tabs on him. When it seemed to them that he was about to betray, it was when they had the boy friend kick the daughter out for the sake of lurking George Akinson to the scene, to where they had another AP member shot him dead when he was in range. It all had worked out perfectly for them.
Since the crime seemed to be regarding her boy friend instead of AP relations. Too bad for them, he knew the truth on the matter but he didn't dare point it out to the Police officers. However, he found himself wandering down the street the next morning to see the outside of the building for himself. Had he known this was the last night he'd see George Akinson, would he have been able to stop him from going out this night to pick up his daughter? Most likely not, however, maybe it would have delayed them killing George Akinson because he could have messed up the timing or something. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he paused in front of the crime scene, not daring to go inside because he knew what would await in there if he had. Of course there was somebody inside that he had yet to notice. Instead he remained outside, debating on lingering a tad bit longer.
May you rest in peace George Akinson and though I can't help you out in this matter. I hope those who are responsible for your death are caught and brought to justice. He thought to himself, hoping that despite George Akinson betraying AP, he wouldn't drag his family into the mix. Everybody knew his relation to the Dark King and though plenty chose to stay away from him based on that reason, there were plenty out there that would love to catch him for the sake of using him as bait, despite what his family has done for AP. What he has done for AP, even though fear has kept him here this whole time.
Bright hazel eyes observing the surrounding area, searching for evidence of the potential killer. Circumstantial evidence was available for analysis and theorizing, however, juries preferred hardened proof of who committed the crime. Proving guilt beyond a reasonable doubt was something lawyers were tasked with and a hunk of evidence based off assumed feelings would hardly hold in court. Through the rooms, Lachlan traveled, checking the room for possible proof. The blond entered an old bedroom, each step being slow, however, the window caught his attention.
A brow raised as Lachlan's hazel eyes noticed a small pile of ash. The private investigator crossed the room, his thoughts potentially being a cigarette. He searched for a cigarette butt on the window sill, eyes narrowing when he failed to detect something. There was a chance a cigarette could turn up possible leads for law enforcement to follow. Thoughts surfaced, fingers reaching up, touching his chin as he pondered the information. Suddenly, a thought entered Lachlan's mind as he realized a possible reason for the ash near the window.
What if the cigarette was burnt out and thrown through the window? Should a downpour of rain arrive before the evidence is discovered, the butt would be swept away. Hastily, Lachlan turned a heel, stomping downstairs and through the thresholds to reach the front door. The blond slammed the door opened, bright hazel eyes flitting around, but before he could turn the corner, he noticed him. The private investigator paused, eyes locking on a long-haired man with a ponytail. Those gentle features, long swaying hair... Damn, he looked attractive...
The reaper blinked, shaking his head slightly, shoving those illegal thoughts away. The person stationed here could be a criminal or an accomplice to the crimes, therefore, it would be his responsibility to speak to him... Dammit, why did it have to a good looking guy?! A deep breath was taken as Lachlan strode forward, preparing his mind to be professional towards the civilian.
"Um, excuse me? I was wondering what brought you here?" Lachlan inquired, attempting to gain information
The long-haired man could easily be a crime enthusiast who wished to snoop around the police scene, but occupational requirements made it a necessary for Lachlan to question everything. The only way to gather crucial information was to ask the important inquiries to gain it. Hopefully, if not the culprit, the man would perhaps be a valued witnessing coming to check out of concern alone. No possibilities could be thrown away, therefore, the blond fought his cynical thoughts and remained skeptical all while trying to avoid staring at the man's attractive features.
Wolverine hadn't been paying attention to notice the footsteps that was coming from inside of the building, too focused in his thoughts. He jumped when the sound of the door suddenly opened, having come to realize he wasn't alone here. Of course it would make scene that Lachlan would be here, since he was dressed as what one would describe as an detective. He found himself staring back at Lachlan, remaining silent as he found himself attracted to him. Lachlan blinked and he quickly looked away so that he wouldn't find himself in another trace even if there was the slightest chance that he would be questioned for being here. He is just so handsome... Out of all the people I would run into and in a place like this too. He thought to himself as the silence continued.
I sure hope that he hadn't come outside just to ask me questions, what will I tell him if I do? Surely he had other reasons for coming out here? He thought to himself, highly disappointed when it was proven that Lachlan did in fact have questions for him after all. "Yes?" He asked, shyly looking back towards Lachlan, finding it to be a huge mistake, despite hearing his question he found difficultly in answering the question, too flustered because Lachlan was so handsome. I am acting so stupid right now... I can't seem to bring myself to answer his question.... Come now... Surely there is something that I could say to him? He thought to himself, clearly struggling with trying to figure out an answer. If it weren't for the fact he had two sons at home, he may have delayed for the sake of being in Lachlan's company just because it would be completely worth it. "I..." He started, cheeks going pink from embarrassment, he thought he would be able to muster up an answer but he just couldn't do it, Lachlan was too attractive.
Secretly, Lachlan was admiring the stranger’s softer features and gorgeous, long locks. A heavenly face framed by light-coloured hair, the strands tied back into a long ponytail. Part of him wondered how magnificent he would appear with those ties freeing them. The colouring of the stranger’s hair kept his eyes, the marvellous mixture of light brown with undertones of silver. There was something about it which kept the blond’s eyes locked onto the beautiful man. Then there was the man's golden-brown eyes which both attracted and startled him.
Whenever he thought those eyes neared his face, Lachlan found his hazel ones glanced away. Inside his chest, his heart pounded rapidly against his sternum as nervousness grasped his mind. There was a redness that played across the blond's cheeks, colouring them because of their interaction. What the hell was wrong with him?! Usually men who flirted with him warranted this reaction, but suddenly this stranger managed to manifest them with his mere presence. Slow breaths were taken, calming and clearing his head until he could finally focus.
The man answered him with a simple 'yes', but the shyness in his response resulted in a heart flutter. No, stop! The reaper commanded his body, unable to control the reactions. Finally, he began analyzing, trying to fixate on the current situation and the man's potential guilt. The "shyness" could be anxiety created by guilt, similarly, the redness could be a display of an intense guilt. There was a chance the man could be a crim- by Enki his hair looked so soft. DAMMIT! Those thoughts were pushed away quickly.
"Are... you okay?" Lachlan asked quieter than intended.
There was a higher pitch to his voice because of his nervousness grasping him. He felt bashful and awkward in the entire situation. His homosexuality was illegal in his mind. Throughout his life, people disapproved of the notion of same sex couples. School refused to make unique traits flourish and his parents downright criticized the idea of being gay. Those words they exchanged, their suffocating disapproval made accepting himself an impossibility. Even as he stood, shoving feelings away, he accepted the idea of nobody wanting to be his special someone.
Was it bad he could point out a million flaws and not a single good? The man's actions failed to represent the depression consuming his mental state. He distracted himself, refused to think about it, kept moving without taking the necessary steps to recovery. Each time he picked work over improving his mental state, he took another step into the darkness. He was blinded by the shadows without a way to escape.
Wolverine was struggling to focus, knowing his presence being caught here could possibly put him in trouble with his grandfather, but how could he control his emotions when they seemed to have a mind of their own? Breaths were taken as he tried calming himself down, feeling his face going pink, knowing he was flustered, even though he wished more than ever to get his emotions in check. It seemed Lachlan also was suffering from becoming flustered, the reaction confused him because he could have sworn he hadn't done anything? Upon hearing the question, barely, he found himself once more struggling to answer the question. "I'm fine." He whispered, silence coming between them before he coughed. "I'm fine." In a louder tone, attempting to sound assuring even though he was extremely embarrassed.
If it wasn't for the fact Lachlan was handsome, it didn't help his adorableness when his prior question's pitch had been high, making it difficult to focus on the matter at hand. Should I be honest with him on the matter of this? No... he likely won't care to hear about it and then I'd have basically thrown myself under the bus by allowing him to know that I find him so handsome... He thought to himself as he stared back towards Lachlan. "Are you alright?" He asked, redirecting the question right back at him. Thoughts crossed his mind on why he would ask such a thing, the only explanation he could convince himself was that it just felt right at the time.
A negative mantra was being repeated in Lachlan's mind as he stood, red-faced. You're not gay, you're not gay, you're not gay. The trio of words consistently filtered through his mind while he attempted to shove his secret desires deeper into the closet. According to the actions and words used against homosexuality, it was considered the evil fruit, something which tasted glorious, but forbidden to sink his teeth into. The religion thrown into his face refused it, the extremist views of his parents manifesting a negative perspective.
Interpretation connected with perspective. His parents' strict interpretation created bigotry altered Lachlan's perspective, causing him to despise the religion entirely. Therefore, this instant worried Lachlan immensely as he struggled to fight what felt right. He desired to attempt some flirtatious language, perhaps offer coffee should everything related to the crime prove clear. Yet, the blond found himself standing still, reminding himself of those urges were forbidden from his life. Slow breaths were taken to soothe his rapidly beating heart.
His hazel eyes admired the man's beautiful facial features and the pink which painted it, but he kept the doses brief. Merely gazing at the long-haired stranger's face managed to fluster him. A relieved exhale escaped his lips when the stranger mentioned being alright, even stating it twice due to quietness. Only moments later, the question was flipped onto him.
Okay, except for the rapidly beating muscle inside his chest threatening to break his sternum and the intense heat similar the sun crawling across his skin. Everything about the situation flustered him and refused to leave his mind. He struggled to handle his emotions, thus he maintained even breathing in hopes of calming his heart.
Wolverine listened as Lachlan answered him in return, though he couldn't help but notice that he too appeared to be flustered. This wasn't normal for him, to become flustered by a normal stranger, not that he hadn't been flustered by those he was familiar with but he hadn't even received a name and his heart was beating from his chest rapidly. Oh what he'd pay if only to receive his name, that would be a great honor in his book. He found himself struggling in his own thoughts, about how he would go about politely asking for his name, since it seemed Lachlan was on the job right at the moment so now didn't seem like perfect timing. "You came out just as I was about to leave. Was there something I could help you with?" He asked, figuring that becoming flustered hadn't been on the agenda for this evening.
At the very least it hadn't been on his, though he couldn't say the same thing for Lachlan because he wasn't familiar with him. "I"m Wolverine." He answered, slowly reaching out his hand with the hope of shaking Lachlan's, "Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" He asked, knowing he'd likely get a title over a name, but it was worth a shot. After shaking hands with Lachlan, he'd allow his hand to fall back onto his side.
Locked inside Lachlan's mind was a variety of positive opinions about this stranger's ravishing appearance. Alas, those were forbidden thoughts because of the expectation he weighed upon his shoulders. He masquerading himself as somebody not interested by physical temptations, however, in reality he found himself mesmerized by the different body types of men. Those hidden desires attempted to surface with some success as he interacted with the light-haired stranger. Emotionally, his brain reacted to the small conversation despite nothing flirtatious occurring between the two.
There was a pounding inside Lachlan's chest, a series of flutters that occurred in reaction to the redness colouring the stranger's face. God he was enjoying this. To cease enjoyment from the sublime view of a man was impossible, especially given the gentle nature of his facial features. A deep breath was taken, held for a moment before the blond slowly released the air from the depths of his lungs. A slight calmness surrounded him as he regulated his breathing and scolded his wishes for romantic attention from another man.
The long-haired man inquired about Lachlan requiring assistance, which he nodded in agreement. There were questions to be asked in regards to a recent crime.
"Ah, yes," he paused, coughing to clear his throat and shake his nerves. "I was wondering if you would be okay with answering a few questions."
Inquiries about the recent crime required answering, for without them Lachlan would have a case heavily based on educated guesses and circumstantial evidence. While circumstantial evidence could be viable enough for a conviction, it rarely accomplished the job. Juries preferred physical evidence and witness testimonies rather than the educated guesses of an investigator. Moments later the man introduced himself as Wolverine, what an adorable name... FOCUS! An introduction would provide Lachlan the opportunity to give his role.
Thus, with some hesitance, he reached for the man's hand to shake it while simultaneously grabbing his identification for his occupation. He showed the man the card which labelled him a private investigator.
"I'm Lachlan Fraiser, I'm a private investigator investigating a recent case in the area. I was hoping maybe you could shine a light on some things," Lachlan explained.
After the man was provided a good look at the identification card, Lachlan closed his wallet and returned it to his pocket. Now he needed to hope he could gather information from the attra- the man he discovered... while attempting to avoid falling for his charming appearance.
Wolverine had asked his question and Lachlan had explained that he was wondering if he would be okay with answering a few questions. Oh no... I should have known this likely would happen, since I'm here when I shouldn't have come, but I can't just tell him no. Not now... He thought to himself as a friendly smile appeared on his face. "I'm okay with it." He answered, unsure of what hole he might be digging himself into, of course he hoped that Lachlan wouldn't be asking about his connection here, but then again with any luck it was just simple questions along the lines of what he saw in which case he hadn't been here. They introduced themselves and he took great pleasure in shaking Lachlan's hand, savoring the moment for as long as possible before releasing, having taken the chance to get a good look at his ID. "A pleasure to meet you Lachlan." He answered, unable to help himself.
Oh how he wanted to ask his own questions but he knew that Lachlan was here for business and not for pleasure. "I'll see what I can do." He answered in return, once more hoping that a connection between them wouldn't be mentioned. Lachlan had closed his wallet and had placed it back into his wallet. Thoughts swarmed his mind on what questions, Lachlan would have in store for him. So long as they stayed on the subject of what he had seen, he believed himself to be fine. He just had to ensure no connection was made between him and the victim.
Hesitantly, Lachlan provided Wolverine with a soft, friendly smile. There were few people who managed to motivate the desires to interact, especially when it arrived to the male gender. Under most circumstances, Lachlan attempted to avoid any man he discovered an attraction in, but this long-haired gentleman felt different. Something inside the blond stirred as he stared at Wolverine's beautiful face and conversed with him. Something pulled him closer, something insisted he required this interaction, almost as though there was basic necessity in it.
Nonetheless, Lachlan attempted to hold his skepticism, reminding himself he was required to interrogate the long-haired man. Yet, everything inside of him insisted against it. Emotions swirled inside of the blond, a peculiar, nonsensical mixture of feelings he failed to comprehend. Everything conflicted, making it difficult for Lachlan to focus on the main objective, gathering information about his recent case. When their hands connected, the blond found his heart fluttering wildly, especially when their hands clasped together longer than usual before release.
A slow breath was taken, a subtle calmness entering Lachlan as he tried to focus. Once he showed Wolverine his identification, the private investigator cleared his throat, sparing a few moments to organize his feelings.
"Anyways, let's begin," he started before gesturing at the home. "Have you heard about what happened here recently?"
The first inquiry was something simple, but still connected to the assassination that recently unfolded. After his question, Lachlan's hazel eyes returned to the long-haired man to witness his reaction to the question. If Wolverine proved to know nothing about the crime, then the blond would have to search for other witnesses. He still needed to investigate the area, but hopefully the man could provide insight.
Wolverine couldn't help but feel his heart flutter as Lachlan smiled at him. He was struggling to control his feelings on the matter but tried his damn hardest to appear fine on the matter. Oh how he wished they hadn't had to release hands, he missed holding Lachlan's hand already and it had been only for a hand shake. He made his comment and Lachlan started the questioning. He flinched, unable to avoid the idea of attempting to dodge this question. "Yes." He answered, choosing short answers instead of giving an explanation for this being his reason for being here in the first place. Oh great, he is going to find a connection and I'm going to be in a large amount of trouble as soon as I get home. He thought to himself, awaiting the next few questions that were bound to be in store for him. Please don't figure it out, please don't figure it out... He thought to himself, having gone from feeling his heart flutter, to shutter at the thought of Lachlan disliking him should he find out that he knew the victim because they were both AP.
Every second spent alongside Wolverine proved to inspire flustered emotions inside Lachlan. The blond failed to comprehend the strong brew of emotions being summoned by the attractive man. Something inside insisted there was something special about the long-haired man, something difficult to comprehend. The reaper's eyes returned to the man's face, a deep breath being taken to sooth his rampant emotions. Curse his attraction to this extremely handsome man! These were forbidden thoughts, the type which would summon endless pain should he pursue his desires!
The flinch captured Lachlan's attention, the reaper feeling somewhat disheartened by witnessing the expression. A flinch suggested potential guilt or the possibility of this man holding incriminating information imperative of the case's success. Usually, the private investigator would be content witnessing that countenance since it suggested the crime could be solved easily... however... he felt differently about this man. As much as the blond denied his sexuality, his desires and wishes for a partner of the same sex, he did not want to see Wolverine need arresting...
"Okay," Lachlan breathed the word out. "Then do you know the victim in question? Or perhaps Kenna Atkinson? Maybe both."
Inquiries related to the main players of the case was asked. These were among the most important questions, the ones which drew connections between them and the victim. A disappointed frown touched Lachlan's lips as he prepared to continue the information gathering.
Wolverine found himself distracted with the questioning that he could no longer focus on how attractive Lachlan was to him. Though thoughts somewhat seeped into his mind, of being curious on if he was even into other men or not. He knew he'd have to ask if he wanted to find the answer to that question but he dared not ask at this time, choosing instead to just believe it until proven otherwise. Once more he flinched to Lachlan's question, unable to lie to him, but then again he didn't lie if he could help it. "I know... them both." He mumbled before glancing away. Connection had been made, damn it. He thought to himself before adding, "Him more so." He admitted, looking back towards Lachlan again, knowing that he'd likely have more questions for him now that he found a connection between them, only problem was that he wasn't about to be arrested, not when it affected his family the most.
"I have to apologize for earlier." He started, making sure to get a word in case Lachlan planned to continue with his questioning. "My last name, it is Torres." He admitted, sad smile on his face before suddenly his wings manifested from his back, he undid the top of his robe, allowing it to fall to his waist so that his wings had space. The consequences of showing off his bare chest to Lachlan didn't enter his mind, having only escape as his goal. "Good bye, Lachlan Fraiser." He answered, taking flight as hovered in the air, wishing to say a pleasure talking with him but he just knew if he remained any longer, he wouldn't want to leave at all. He'd turn before forcing his wings to take flight, hoping to gain distance between him and Lachlan, knowing the closer he got to home, the more likely of escaping from him.
The long-haired man was undoubtedly attractive, however, the investigation was prioritized. Loving the same gender was considered a forbidden romance in the community he escaped from. Perhaps other families who celebrated the religion were more open, however, the Fraisers were strict, their children attending a school system only slightly less strict. Therefore, Lachlan resisted every temptation, every pull of his insistent heart not to confess how attractive he found Wolverine. Consequences would befall both of them should the blond attempt to take his hand and lead them down that peril-filled road.
Hence, Lachlan proceeded with the inquiries, gradually gathering information about the man he was engaging with while simultaneously shoving his attractions away. A question was asked, a favourable answering being provided, but for once he discovered disappointment with receiving one. Did this ravishing man have something to do with the assassination of George Atkinson? Or was he merely a concerned friend who came to pay his grievances? Lachlan found himself hoping the latter option was the truth.
The man specified his connections, stating he knew George more than young Kenna. The blond nodded, thoughts organizing themselves as he prepared to proceeded with the quick interview. Before he could proceed with the questions, the man spoke first. The reaper's hazel eyes glanced up, locking on the mysterious man. Why was he apologizing for earlier? A sad smile touched the long-haired man's face, the investigator's heart suddenly aching. Why was he looking at him like that? Suddenly, a surname was provided, Lachlan's eyes widening as he quickly realized the implication.
The surname Torres was among those connected with the infamous Noah Sullivan, more renown as The Dark King of the Assembly of Phantoms. Before the blond could manage a word, the top portion of the man's robe fell, revealing his bare chest. Immediately, Lachlan's face turned a deep red, going hot as his heart palpitated from the sight. Even beneath those clothes, this man was absolutely stunning. Stony wings sprouted from the man's back as he said goodbye, soon hovering from the ground. From there, Lachlan finally realized the situation.
"W-wait! Come back here," the blond shouted.
Distance was created in mere seconds because of the man's wings. The hazel-eyed investigator flinched, knowing his stamina to be notoriously low. He turned to follow, attempting to sprint after Wolverine despite his ill-favouring health situation.
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