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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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.
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Ezra's goal had been to head towards the TRS HQ before heading back home. Every once in a while, in need of his hacking skills he'd need to go there to assist while other times he could remain at home. He hadn't been expecting it to happen, but upon exiting the building, his walk started towards the direction of the ward as he headed home. Perhaps they thought he was TRS, or maybe they didn't care who the hell he was, but he found himself surrounded by AP. Those evil smug grins on their face, allowing him to understand that trying to persuade them would be impossible. Somebody had advanced towards him, he raised his arms, knowing it would be the best defense against them even though frankly there were plenty of ways to injury him with their powers. He was pushed backwards, falling against the building. It hurt like hell, his head was hurting, but nothing could have prepared him for what would happen next.
His cousins were there, one had a bottle in his hand while his twin held the needle. They proceeded to fill the needled with some sort of liquid before tilting his head to the side, sticking the needle into his neck to eject the poison. Once finished, they'd leave expecting him to die. With his blurry vision, he found it difficult to move. Those other AP members were still nearby, but none were paying attention to him, not that it would matter. The poison was agonizing, it was difficult to want to stay awake. His head hurt, blood was smeared from his head to his shoulder. Slowly his eyes closed, finding it very easy to drift into unconscious. The longer the wait, the slower his breath became, only minutes remain until his heart would come to a halt.
Sunlight covered the earth, manifesting a pleasant heat for everybody to enjoy. Despite the warmth, thick clothing wrapped around the frame of a mysterious TRS hunter. Features were entirely obscured by a tightly wrapped scarf and a black hat ending just beneath his brow. Fabric adjusted in manners to conceal his face while still allowing him to appear through the slit without issue. Around his shoulders hung a reddish cloak, the sweeping cape having the words 'TRS' with 'HUNTING DIVISION' written on the upper shoulders in silver text.
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The remainder of those garbs were black, the darkened colours covering the entirety of his torso, the limbs wrapped in white bandage-like strips. On a single side of his uniform was a peculiar spectacle, a tiny name tag sworn in above his unit, four letters etched in white. Amon, an elite hunter of unit one, enigmatic and introverted compared to a majority of members associated with the organization. Since registration, "Amon" became the name everybody was forced to use for him, few people aware of the situation involving his real name.
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Adair Fellspark, a man of questionable origins, chased down by people he betrayed. Death followed his footsteps, a violent, frightening upbringing resulting in an order of lethal individuals attempting to track him down. Salvation was discovered when somebody brought a sense of light into his life. Morals were taught, the man improving himself and gaining the courage to finally leave and begin this life. A bow staff was held tight in his hand, Adair smoothly landing beyond the collapsing body of a medium risk terror deteriorating into dust.
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The mysterious man turned, standing straight as he slowly returned to the dust-covered stones, fingers reaching to curl around a dagger's hilt. The blade was retrieved from the pavement, Adair maintaining a tight grip while he shook the black dust from the metal's shiny surface. Once cleaned, the jorogumo shoved the weapon into the hilt on his side. Safely, it was secured, but prepared to be drawn should the situation require it. Meanwhile, the bow staff was lifted behind his back, Adair carefully sliding it into the holster where it would remain secure.
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From around his belt, a radio was snatched, placed in front of the scarf as he spoke into it. "My mission is complete, I'm heading back to base."
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Static answered, the jorogumo lifting a brow before his eyes narrowed into a concerned glare. Instantly, the man turned away from anybody arriving to provide congratulations, enhanced speed flaring to life. Dust drifted into the air because of the intense speed, barriers avoided by hastily launching a web and yanking himself higher. Hastily, he moved through streets, dodging people or anything else which attempted to hamper progress to the TRS headquarters. The distance was closed at jaw-dropping speeds, Adair's enhancement allowing him to shortly reach headquarters.
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Screams became evident the closer he grew, the sounds of battle filling his ears. Steps hastened, Adair finally rounding a corner and discovering the havoc occurring around the TRS headquarters. On the outside, hunters were fending off terrors while smoke twirled from headquarters. Frantic fighting, panicking pedestrians, everything appeared to be progressing in a questionable manner. Abruptly, pain flooded through Adair's head, fictitious, a phantom sensation not belonging to his body. Speed slowed, the jorogumo ceasing him movements briefly in bewilderment.
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Nobody managed to attack him, evident by the lack of enemies in direct contact with him, yet, the phantom pains were followed by a sharp, sensation to his neck. Immediately, Adair shook his head, focus returning as he narrowed his cyan eyes and reached behind him to grab his trusty bow staff. An analysis of the area was taken, an isolated section of the battlefield was where he noticed them. A group of people had ambushed an unfortunate soul, neglected and nearly unmoving, but there was an insistence that this individual was... alive...
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Physical signs were practically nonexistent, yet, instincts insisted otherwise. The grip around the bow staff tightened, determination glimmering in his cyan hues. Assembly members were leaving the motionless individual, thus Adair seized the opportunity, activated his enhanced speed and avoided the threats. Legs propelled him forward, the mysterious man unhindered by the battling raging around him. Through the chaos, he moved gracefully quick, a natural dexterity and flow to his movements. Once in proximity, the jorogumo noticed the subtle rise and fall of the dark-haired stranger.
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Upon reaching the individual, Adair noticed how he struggled to breathe, however, something slithered beneath his skin, infecting his veins. Poison manipulation realized it, reacting and informing its master of the useful supply it constantly felt; for Adair, blood required sacrifice for the killing serum. Softly, the wooden staff was set aside, as the jorogumo knelled beside the dark-haired stranger. Beauty was ignored in favour of hovering his hands above the man's body, eyes fluttering closed as he began to focus on the poison.
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A deep, slow breath entered and exited Adair's lungs as his mind fixated on the poison, ceasing its movements before dragging it through the skin, away from the circulatory system, the body's transportation system. Fingers moved with the motion, the inevitably painful action being the only method to rescue the unfortunate, young man. The liquid trickled through the man's skin, floating above his body while his saviour fought through the phantom sensations. Without hesitation, the lethal liquid was thrown away, landing harmlessly onto the parking lot's concrete.
Ezra went limp against the wall, shallow breathing as the injuries remained unattended as the poison moved along his blood towards his heart to kill him. His body continued flinching as is custom from the agonizing pain. Adair had moved towards him, hovering just about him as he remained unconscious. Adair wrapped his arms around him as he controlled the poison, forcing it to move the opposite direction, heading towards the puncture wound as to exit onto the concrete. The AP members hadn't noticed Adair sneak by to assist Ezra, too busy fighting the other TRS. As the poison exited his puncture wound, the agonizing pain slowly started to faded away. However there was still the head injury as well as him remaining unconscious. He couldn't help but dream, dream of a peaceful place where there was no fighting. It had confused him at first, to the point of having him believe that he might be dead, but was proven wrong by his companions in his dream.
At first the comment had been mentioned that he was on the verge of death but as time ticked by, the risk of dying lowered until he was fine. Or at least that is what he had thought until he failed to wake up from his dream. His breathing remained shallow, slow heart beat as his body attempted to keep him alive. Blood was seeping out slowly, but continual. Since he wasn't able to wake up, he found a peaceful spot to sit down, hoping that waiting it out would become bearable. For him to no longer be on the verge of death, somebody must have made the effort to attempt to save him right? He couldn't help but feel somewhat curious on who that person might be and how much he wanted to thank them for taking the effort when he knew he was just a lowly person that happened to still be living in this cruel world.
Puddles of poison quietly soaked into the sidewalk, safely away from the stranger’s veins. Carefully, Adair held the dark-haired man, cyan eyes examining the man’s physical condition. Breathing was regulating, the signs of poison destroying the body dissipating since exit. Blood seeped from the wound on the man’s head, trickling over Adair’s gloved hands and covered the man’s face. Obviously, the unfortunate stranger was injured prior to the poison being injected. While the jorogumo witnessed the blood upon approach, the poison slithering through his veins was more lethal in the present moment.
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Warm and sticky, Adair slowly pulled his hand away from the bloodied mass, mind hastily rushing through thoughts on how to cease the bleeding. Briefly, he glanced around to assure the Assembly members were busy, the former assassin finding himself pleased with the progress of his fellow hunters. Promptly, Adair's attention was redirected to the stranger's dire circumstance. Thoughts were flitting through his mind rapidly, the hunter desiring to save this individual's life; his instincts were screaming about the necessity, influencing him to proceed.
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Carefully, a gloved hand hovered inches away from the head wound, fibres of spider web shooting from Adair's palm as he planned to resourcefully use webs to temporarily bandage the injury. As webbing accumulated, the jorogumo attempted to tightly wrap the fibres around the stranger's head, steadily working to cover the horrible injury. Once the first layers of dressing were wrapped around, Adair began moving quicker, thickening the temporary "bandage" until webbing wrapped thickly around it. When satisfied, the webs ended, the hunter securing the loose end into the other fibres with a hasty dexterity. [break][break]
Surveys of the area were taken and the staff retrieved before Adair adjusted his grip, holding an arm around the man's upper shoulders and another placed under his calves. Gently, the elite hunter lifted the unconscious man from the ground, keeping him close as he doubled checked for additional wounds or threats. Calmness graced the jorogumo's actions, the previous pressures of tending to the unfortunate soul dissipating enough for admiration to shine. Men never truly captured Adair's gaze, a majority of his interests being meagre fantasies and curiosities, however, he found himself staring at this stranger.
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Dishevelled black hair from the assumed altercation, elegantly sharpened features and a peaceful expression as he rested, unconscious. Blood remained evident on his face, however, the features Adair was capable of viewing were breath-taking. Softly, the jorogumo rubbed the stranger's cheek with his thumb, smearing some of the blood off. For a short period of time, he pondered his appearance when properly cleaned, however, those thoughts were quickly shoved away. Battle was dangerous and those thoughts unnecessary considering he forbade himself to bite the golden fruit of romantic curiosities.
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The grip around the dark-haired stranger was tightened, the elite hunter hastily retreating from the area in favour of the headquarter's shadows. Alarms blared, loudspeakers demanding for everybody unable to fight to be transported to the gymnasium. A frown breached Adair's complexion, he needed to round the main building to finally reach the gymnasium and jostling the injured with a high-speed run was idiotic if anything. A soft breath escaped his lips, determination filling him as he slowly proceeded, caution marking his steps.
Ezra laid unconscious as the poison exited his puncture wound, his breathing slowly started returning but blood continued to seep out of his head injury. Webs were created from Adair's hand, wrapping around his head injury as to ceased the bleeding. Once the first layer were wrapped around, more webs were created as to increase the thickness around it. He didn't wake, but his breathing had returned as he remained motionless. Meanwhile he remained sitting in his dreams, waiting to find out if he'd get to wake up or if this would be the end for him. It become quite clear in a matter of moments that he would survive, just as soon as his body had rested up for a little bit. Adair had picked him up from the ground, he still didn't wake. He breathed in and out, finally having it returning as his body tried to survive the pain that he had endured prior to being injected by poison.
Adair had rubbed the blood from his cheek, he stirred slightly but didn't wake up. Adair's grip around him tightened as he moved, heading towards the gymnasium where safety was ensured. As Adair moved, he found himself able to focus slightly even though he hadn't yet opened his eyes. From what he could tell, he was being moved, to where he wasn't sure. Slowly his eyes opened slightly, noticing the black fabric before he had closed his eyes once more, slightly hoping Adair hadn't noticed him. It was difficult to tell if he should be relieved he was being carried or terrified because he was unsure who was holding onto him, having hid themselves under fabric. He hadn't made the effort to look up more to see there was a bit of face where he'd see a handsome man's eyes looking ahead of them.
Closely and tightly, Adair kept the stranger close to his chest, protectively holding the man he managed to save. Sirens blared through damaged windows, distracting his hearing. Battle noises were drowned out by the intense sounds of the alarm. Escape would be difficult, the distance accompanied by the thunderous noises could potentially result in injury or perhaps death. The jorogumo paused, crouching in the shadows of the building as he inched closer to the corner, carefully moving to briefly glance around the corner.
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People could scream coward, but Adair's objective in the present moment was to safely carry the injured man to the gymnasium. Terrors and Assembly members fought against hunters, each struggling for victory as they brutally battled against one another, TRS being on the defensive. A frown touched the elite hunter's lips, the subtle stir from the providing information on his medical status, albeit, limited data. Slowly, Adair inched out of his hiding place, unwilling to test the unpredictable and noisy atmosphere of headquarters unless necessary.
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Gradually, he inched his way through the battlefield, selecting a cautious route around engaged terrors and hunters. A few noticed him, fighting harder once they noticed the unconscious individual carried in his arms. Walking alongside the headquarters wall, Adair was completely alert, refusing to ignore his surroundings to avoid possible ambush or attacks. Abilities were being invoked everywhere, several flares of manipulation and displays of enhancements becoming evident as the jorogumo steadily continued on his course.
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Alert cyan eyes caught somebody rushing towards him, an inevitable fate considering the number of people participating in the brawl. Several disks formed of air were launched his direction, Adair's speed briefly flaring to dodge the attacks. The stranger was jostled, the jorogumo's glancing down to double check his condition, but his assessment was short-lived. Another attack formed of wind was flung towards him. Immediately, Adair sprinted forward in an attempt to escape the vicious attacks, however, some managed to knick his forearm and shoulders.
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Disks of air were formed, a malicious grin forming on the air manipulator's face as she realized her target was unwilling to drop his fallen comrade. She prepared to throw the following attacks, however, a shield formed in front of Adair. The jorogumo's eyes flitted to a gentleman with an appearance suggesting he was in his mid-thirties.
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"Move!" He shouted, stealing the battle to allow his fellow hunter to proceed.
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Hastily, the elite hunter fled, providing a silent nod of thanks as he carried his passenger closer to the gymnasium. Quick, cautious movements allowed Adair to discover another place in a hidden nook where decorative flowers aligned a shaded side. The location was carefully entered, the jorogumo crouching down to set the stranger down. Damages needed to be assessed, thus he began analyzing the man's condition, praying the sudden jostling did not worsen the situation.
Ezra could hear the noises coming from around them as he was carried to safety, unaware of where he was being taken. He had opened his eyes slightly for the sake of a quick peek before closing them again. If he thought he'd gain answers by looking at the person holding him, he was wrong. He couldn't tell which side Adair was on because he was hidden by his fabrics. Surely if he was TRS he would be much more visible? He tried remaining calm as he thought to himself on what he'd do as soon as he was freed from this grip, perhaps attempt to run? No, that wouldn't be any good, his body was still sore from hitting that building and his head, it hurt like hell. Moment became quite clear that Adair was carrying him slowly when he had gone faster as to avoid being possibly hit? He felt jostled, but was alright. Or at least that is what he decided anyway. Adair had moved fast again, any thought of him avoid being hit was thrown out the window when he had suddenly felt phantom pain in his forearm and shoulders.
He couldn't help but almost think he had been hit but it seemed to disappear, leaving him to believe some other reason had caused this strange phantom pain. Perhaps this stranger could explain it to me. He thought to himself as his eyes remained closed. He heard a noise, somebody telling them to go? It sounded like that person would continue on the fight so that they'd be able to get away, or at least he hoped that was what was happening. Adair had fled, he noticed his speed as he carried him away from there. In a few minutes, Adair had set him down the on ground, possibly looking him over. As much as he wanted to pretend to be asleep, it was very difficult when his head was hurting so much. Slowly he opened his eyes, hoping he'd get to see Adair a little more clearly. "Where are we?" He whispered, feeling somewhat dizzy.
Ducked in the shrubbery around the TRS headquarters, Adair cautiously analyzed the condition of the stranger. Everything appeared to be alright, however, he was nonetheless concerned about the situation. Occasionally, the jorogumo glanced over his shoulder at the raging battle, relieved no Assembly members or terrors noticed him dip into the bushes. A frown traced Adair’s lips as he knew leaving their current location could be a dangerous venture because of the battle.
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Softly, the man side, sparring a moment to adjust the sliced fabric, cyan eyes glancing over his own wounds. These were minor in comparison to the wounds dealt with over the course of his hunting career, but nonetheless, oozing precious blood. Another glance over the shoulder was performed, however, on this occasion, he heard somebody speak. The words prompted the elite hunter’s eyes to flit towards the previously unconscious man.
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Slightly opened eyes on a weary face proved the stranger finally roused after being injured. Merely witnessing those opened eyes manifested a sense of relief.
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“We’re still near headquarters, currently hidden in the bushes… I’ve been trying to take you to where the safety zone is,” Adair explained quietly. “However… we are hidden for now. So how are you feeling?”
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A meagre glance of the stranger’s condition could hardly provide proper information for how the individual was feeling. Despite inquiring for an answer, Adair proceeded to carefully assess the stranger’s condition, forgetting his own injuries entirely.
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“Can you tell me your name?” Adair inquired softly.
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Head injuries could potentially cause amnesia or muddled thoughts, thus Adair decided to discover for himself. At least then if the man went unconscious, he could inform the medics of his findings. While they remained hidden in the bushes, the jorogumo once again admired the man’s beauty, especially those magnificent steel-coloured eyes.
Ezra listened as Adair told him they were near HQ, hiding in some bushes. He was asked how he was feeling but he remained silent because his head hurt and he was dizzy. Seconds had turned into minutes of failing to answer the question, Adair had asked him if he could tell him what his name was. "Ezra." He mumbled, having a moment of trying to figure out what the hell happened to him. He remembered leaving HQ, but forgot about the attack which further lead to being knocked into a building. It was foggy on everything going on, during the time Adair had spent carrying him here as well. "I think I'm fine, considering." He mumbled, being reminded he hadn't yet answered that question yet. He didn't want to admit that he was feeling dizzy, nor that his head was hurting, unaware that Adair likely noticed his head hurt, for reasons beyond understanding. Of course it wouldn't surprise him since he had felt those same phantom pains, knowing it wasn't him who had been hit but somebody else.
"On the way here, I felt something.... It was strange...." He mumbled, about to mention the phantom pains. "Nevermind, maybe I dreamed it." He mumbled, changing his mind about saying anything of the sort. He laid on the ground, not making any effort to move because his vision was blurry, his head hurt, and he still couldn't quite remember what had happened to his head give him so much pain. Wait, I was walking out.... AP was here.... He thought to himself, pausing to try and listen. No, they are still here. I was attacked... He thought to himself, slowly he would raise his hand to his head to feel the soreness before lowering it again. I can't remember but I guess they are the reason for why I hurt? He thought to himself, closing his eyes because the pain started becoming worse.
The background noise of clashing steel alongside the invoking of various abilities could be heard behind Adair. On the battlefield, TRS agents were working strenuously to fight the Assembly threat to their headquarters. Sirens blared through the nearby windows while people shouted warning or commands to assist others. The cacophony of noise forcing the jorogumo to rely solely on his eyes for surveys of immediate danger. A brief glance over the shoulder, eyes conducting a thorough glance of the area around them before flitting back to the injured citizen.
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Patiently, Adair awaited the man's answers to his inquiries, a worrisome frown crossing his lips. Head wounds were always concerning, especially since the individual's condition could be more severe than expected. Carefully, the elite hunter adjusted his position to view the web-bandaged area of the dark-haired man's head. The mumbled answer surprised Adair, the man adjusting again to look at Ezra's face. He listened to those mumbled words, the jorogumo focusing on not missing a single utterance to the responses of his questions.
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The man, who claimed his name was Ezra, recounted what he vaguely remembered, evidently jumbled by the Assembly attacking him. It became obvious the altercation was hardly remembered, thus Adair's frown remained, hidden beneath layers of fabric. Motionlessly, the man he carried laid on the ground, even bringing a hand to his head. Hesitantly, Adair assessed his words before deciding to explain the condition he discovered Ezra in.
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"I found you on the ground wounded and poisoned... The poison is gone," he hesitated as he glanced at his bandaging job. "I bandaged your head too, but only the best I could."
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Signs of pain were evident in Ezra's slow movements and shortly closed eyes. A soft sigh escaped Adair's lips as he glanced over his shoulder, watching the battle and providing the dark-haired man a few moments of rest. The moment they left their sanction would be when peril chased their heels, thus he was willing to let Ezra paused for a break. Silently, he watched the raging battle, contemplating how he would get Ezra through safely.
Ezra tried listening as Adair explained what had happened to him. It made sense but the memories still remained a blur to him. He just couldn't remember bits and pieces. His head was hurting, he closed his eyes as he attempted to endure through it but it wasn't working. "Thank you." He mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes, feeling positive it would only make him more dizzy again. My head, it hurts so much. He thought to himself, unable to get rid of the pain as he tried ignoring it. The noise around them wasn't helping with the sudden headache that had started up. Laying on the ground motionless, despite being conscious made him feel vulnerable. First he wasn't able to protect himself, second move, and the pain was just so overwhelming to deal with.
Make it stop...... He thought to himself, though without meaning to, he found himself drifting into unconscious again. The pain having become to great to endure. Within his dreams he was reminded that he was alive, currently not in pain, but only because he wasn't awake to notice it, so his brain was able to block it out. Though that left only one question, would Adair really risk his own life to carry him to safety or would he chose to leave him there for the sake of surviving. He couldn't imagine it being an easy task for Adair having to carry him along.
Undoubtedly, Adair planned on rescuing Ezra and transporting him to the gymnasium where he would be safe. He wished the circumstances were improving, but the Assembly proceeded to fight tooth and nail. A soft, concerned sigh escaped his lips as he attempted to figure out a route through the chaos, however, navigation would always be a difficulty. Hazards were everywhere, options limiting very quickly as time proceeded. He glanced back at Ezra, hearing a soft thanks escape his lips. The man appeared to be attempting to bear the pain, his closed eyes making it obvious.
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Faint pain entered the jorogumo's head, almost as though did not belong to his body. The phantom pains were subtle, tolerable enough for Adair because of years spent learning to manage pain. Assassins needed to tolerate injuries until their mission was completed, thus he grew a natural tolerance to pain. He refused to focus on it, cyan eyes proceeding to observe the raging battle until the time arrived to move. Carefully, he brought Ezra back into his arms, tightly holding him close to his chest. Transporting him to the gymnasium would not be an easy task, but Adair knew it needed to be accomplished.
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"We're going to move now... I'm sorry for any sudden movements," Adair murmured softly.
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There was a pause as he turned back towards the battle, watching for a few moments. When the Assembly appeared distracted it, he stood, moving hastily along the side of the building. Constantly, his trained eyes analyzed the situation around him, evaluating for immediate dangers. Plenty existed, but similarly to his previous run, hunters noticed the unconscious bundle he carried in his arms. The minor injuries to his shoulders hardly mattered, each aching complaints, but ultimately Ezra was the reason they defended his passage.
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Each step brought them closer to the TRS training center, but the nearby sparring field appeared to be used as the main battlefield with hunters pushing the threats out and surrounding them. Abruptly, Adair ducked down by the corner of the building, holding Ezra in his arms while he searched for an opening.
Ezra was picked up, already having gone unconscious again, missing Adair picking him up or the words that shortly followed. As he was carried, he remained unconscious, the pain in his head had proven to great for him to bear while conscious. I wonder who he is, I've never met such a mysterious TRS hunter before, let alone one that seems so sweet and handsome to me. Of course I'm basing this on our reaction and the little bit of appearance I could see where fabric wasn't hiding, mostly his eyes and some of his hair but that was enough to make me like him. He though to himself as he awaited in his dreams. Instead of waking, he just found himself sitting there, reflecting on everything going on around him. He told me what happened, I'm still having a little bit of trouble remembering it though. His hand reached up to touch his head, only to be reminded that when awake he had a head injury. Did my head get damaged more than I thought? He thought to himself, worried. Without having control over his own body, he found himself drifting into consciousness, flinching to his head pain. Though it only lasted a few minutes before once more he drifted into unconsciousness.
The innocent man Adair was attempting to rescue drifted into unconsciousness, leaving a frown on his face. The patient was struggling to maintain consciousness, and he still needed to navigate a dangerous portion of the battlefield. Worrisome circumstances for anybody concerned with another individual's safety and health. As he crouched near the headquarter's corner, he glanced over Ezra, checking him over for signs of being too late. Briefly, Adair's heart constricted as he checked over the handsome, dark-haired man.
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Abated breath escaped his lips as the assessment of the man's physical condition proved he was still surviving the encounter, however, still required medical attention. The jorogumo peeked around the, observing the battle, waiting for an opportune moment. Dust settled thick onto the battlefield as terrors were defeated, the hunters accomplishing their duties. Finally, everything on the sparring grounds appeared distracted. Abruptly, Adair rose from his hiding place and sprinted towards the training center.
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The jorogumo never looked back, his enhanced speed subtly activating as he moved across the field and towards the separate building. Once across, he hastily turned, allowing his back to smack into the heavy doors and open them widely. Briefly, Adair's eyes locked onto the door, assuring nobody who was enemy would enter behind him. Once satisfied, he began moving through the building to the gymnasium where two hunters were stationed as guards. Slowly, Adair approached, the guards hastily recognizing the elite hunter, but hesitating to allow him inside; anybody could hide under his clothes after all.
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The blue-haired man paused, their stiffened bodies a worrisome sight. Thus, he instead offered the unconscious body of Ezra in hopes they would provide him with medical attention while he returned to battle.
Ezra remained unconscious, unaware that as soon as Adair arrived at the gymnasium there were guards stationed. Though he had slowly regained consciousness when he was being handed over to one of the guards. Struggling was difficult but the guard had in fact on accident dropped him from the sudden moment. He landed flat on his back, pain shooting through his body as he slowly looked towards Adair. "Where the hell do you think your going? One minute you save, the next you ditch?" He mumbled, knowing fully well that Adair was injured too. It was that phantom pain from earlier, he had noticed it and he wasn't going to let it go. And if Adair had thought he'd be leaving so soon, hopefully he would rethink his strategy well assuming he could feel some phantom pain that could be caused by his own injuries. His head still hurt and yet, the only one he wanted carrying him through those doors was Adair. His eyes closes, Must bear through this pain so that he can't ditch me.... He thought to himself, slowly looking back towards Adair, he came to realize how close they were and reached out to try and grab his leg. If he wanted to leave, he'd have to drag him along, he wasn't being ditched.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.