Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Fletcher had woken up this morning, prepared for the day before heading outside. There he would start his walk along the city streets. Prior, he used to hang out with his gang buddies, but it was difficult to muster up the motive when one had stabbed you in the back. Not to mention the rest had left the gang before you had a chance to come back to live as a lich. Thoughts of his past swirled in his mind, of the good old days when everybody had joined the gang. How they used to work together to steal. Of course sorrow filled his mind upon being reminded of his own death and how that same person had also locked Dexter inside so that he would be caught on the spot. He hadn't been prepared for Artorias to backstab them. It had all happened so fast as he had fallen to the ground, dead after being murdered by a fellow gang member. Upon walking up, he found himself freezing and when he searched out his old gang, he found out they had gone their own way.
He paused, looking to the side as he glanced over the building he was standing in front of. Ever since the form had gone separate ways, he had joined another gang, but somebody hadn't slipped his mind since that fateful day. Artorias and how he would model, becoming one popular guy. He figured it was safe to assume that he hadn't expected to see that he had come back as a lich but that was too damn bad. Though he wasn't ready to get his revenge on Artorias just yet, so he started walking forward, turning down the block as to get as far away from that building as much as possible. He wasn't sure if Artorias was in there or else where but the last thing he wanted to do was risk running into him. As far as he was aware, Artorias didn't know he was back and he wanted to keep it that way.
Streets of memories. Memories that Artorias had disregarded quite easily. His times in a rather small gang where he would perform a variety of small crimes alongside his 'partners.' A smirk came across the vampire's face as he recalled a few of the heists they performed. There were some fun moments for him involving pawning some very valuable, and sentimental, family heirlooms from some unsuspecting rich folk around the area, but Artorias never cared too much for the monetary aspect of it all. No, he much preferred when things went wrong during the heists and the victims would be home.
The vampire recalled one particular event where he had the absolute most fun with his 'old friends.' Artorias knew the heist could have gone perfect, but he felt that his damned partners were always slowing him down. Something went wrong during that time and this had completely set him off. That was why the vampire took matters into his own hands, choosing to permanently silence one of the members. Fletcher. Artorias always felt the guy was shifty, seemingly preferring to target individuals outside by picking their pockets instead of breaking into houses where the real fun was at. Artorias saw this as fear, weakness, and quite honestly found it annoying.
So he killed him.
It was messy and the most fun that Artorias had in quite a while. Betraying his entire gang, even going so far as to lock one member inside of the building so the authorities had someone to blame. It was a perfect cover-up and Artorias never thought twice about it, aside from fond remembrance of the joy of seeing blood pouring from Fletcher and the obvious panic of all of his 'partners' when their heist went wrong. Now, Artorias was free from those consequences. Free from those losers. And he had been for awhile now.
That was why the young vampire found himself walked along the downtown streets, his usual red t-shirt, leather jacket, and matching pants upon him. This time the vampire wore two silver earrings with a sharp "A" upon each of them, obviously representing his name and brand, along with a matching silver necklace.
Most people were smart to move out of the model's way, though there was gossip in the streets as usual with Artorias' usual confident demeanor being prominent in the way he walked. He didn't pay his fans much mind, occasionally offering a smirk or a nod to them, but not too interesting in the commoners. They respected him, some of them practically worshiped him, as they should and that was enough for him.
That was when Artorias caught sight of a familiar face. Brown hair, green eyes that he recalled losing their light as he passed on. There was no way in hell that this person was who he thought he was. The vampire would shake his head briefly, slowly, and chuckle a bit to himself. ~I swear, a lot of these humans look alike.~ Artorias thought to himself. Slightly distracted, the vampire soon found himself walked directly towards the man, seemingly on a collision course that would result in the two bumping shoulders.
Fletcher had noticed him, choosing to remain silent while passing by, preparing if Artorias planned to try anything again but instead was met with a shoulder bump. Perhaps he could have moved out of the way but he felt Artorias should be the one making way for him, so they had touched in the process. Since he didn't want to draw attention to himself, he chose to remain quiet, figuring Artorias would do the same, unless of course he had a problem with being bumped into without bothering to get a few words in before parting ways. If I had known that he was going to be here, I wouldn't have taken this route. He thought to himself, slightly annoyed, making an effort to walk slightly faster even though he knew Artorias would have no trouble keeping up with him if he wanted.
To bad for him, I'm prepared for anything he tries throwing my way. He won't kill me a second time, but I can't say the same about him. I'm just not ready to take action just yet. He thought to himself, finding it difficult to remain quiet when all he wanted to do was cause a scene for Artorias. But all good things would happen in good time, for now he would just wait until he'd have to cross that bridge, with any luck, Artorias wouldn't bother him about the bumping, even though most commonly, people tended to do the exact opposite.
Unfortunately for Fletcher, luck wouldn't be on his side today. As soon as Artorias and Fletcher collided, albeit briefly and nearly subtly, it was enough to cause the vampire to turn abruptly, a soft grunt of surprise coming forth. While most days Artorias would have disregarded an altercation, this was not one of those days. Maybe it was the sense of familiarity of this person before him. Maybe it was the fact that others would have moved from the model's face. Either way, Artorias' crimson eyes would narrow slightly as he would quicken his own pace to catch up with Fletcher.
It didn't take long at all for the young vampire to reach his right hand out to abruptly grab Fletcher's left shoulder, a little harder than he probably should have, but hoping that the action would be enough to garner a response. Regardless of whether this stopped the man or not, Artorias would state rather bluntly, "You know, most people apologize if they accidentally bump into someone in the street instead of just speeding up and walking away." His tone was scolding, perhaps even condescending, but the vampire could care less at this point. The person before him made a mistake and he was going to know it.
Artorias wouldn't let himself lose a single step with his words.
"What? Did nobody ever teach you manners?" Artorias would ask once again bluntly, trying to keep his voice level, but feeling a bit of his temper starting to flare. Something familiar about this person really was grinding his gears, but he couldn't quite place what it was. Not like it mattered. Sometimes he just hated how someone looked. Whatever the reason may be, the vampire right now was on the fence about whether to escalate the situation or not depending upon how Fletcher would respond. He did have a public image to uphold, but he wasn't going to let himself be disrespected either.
Fletcher ignored the grunt that he so happened to hear as he walked faster to try and make his escape. He thought that he had managed to get away with bumping Artorias, but nope, he was proven wrong a few minutes later when he heard the footsteps from behind him. It wasn't like he could get away even with trying, since Artorias was a vampire, when meant being faster then him. He felt the hand grab his left shoulder, it was hard but not enough to make him regret ignoring him after they bumped into each other. He stopped walking, listening as Artorias words filled his ears. "I don't care what you think, Artorias." He whispered, not really wanting to admit they knew each other. Viewing this as his excuse to talk with him over something as simple as bumping shoulders. "Besides, it isn't like you planned to take fault when your to blame as well." He added, reaching up he'd pry Artorias' fingers off of his shoulder with the intend of shoving him away from him.
He would then proceed to turn around, to face Artorias before taking a few steps away from him. "I've got nothing to say to you." He answered in return, except unlike last time, he was prepared for Artorias possibly attempting to try and kill him, again. "You might want to go on your way, I'd hate for you to cause a scene. Out in public... where everybody can see that you aren't just an innocent vampire model but far worse." He wasn't going to say out loud that Artorias killed him, that likely would cause problems later, but they both knew what Artorias had done to him and the rest of the gang and that was all that mattered.
To say that Artorias was taken aback by the man's response would be an understatement. A whisper had fallen upon the vampire's ears, stating that the man didn't care what Artorias thought and declaring that both were at blame for the physical contact that was made. As his fingers were pried from the man's shoulder, Artorias was beginning to feel irritated at the blatant disrespect that he was being given. This was not how the average citizen would have reacted to the model and each word that come from the man's lips was enough to cause Artorias' temper to rise, his bottom right eyelid twitched slightly.
It wasn't until the man turned to face Artorias and take a few steps back when realization dawned upon the vampire. Fletcher. His eyes would narrow now, as a frown deepened across the vampire's usual neutral expression. This guy was supposed to be dead and yet here he was, clear as day, with an obvious vendetta for the former partner. Of course, Artorias would clench his fist that was by his side, knuckles even paler than usual from the intensity. Clenching his jaw tightly, the vampire would go to take a step forward, but hearing Fletcher's backhanded attempt at observing that they were in public, the man decided against it.
Just one punch could have the potential to really mess this man up, but Artorias didn't want to ruin his public image. He had a good career going and a positive image to conceal his real motives. The vampire wasn't about to screw this up, especially not over a chump like Fletcher. Sure, he had returned from the dead, but Artorias could kill him again when the time came.
The vampire shook his head briefly, taking a couple small breaths to try and calm himself. It was then that an idea came to his head.
A cruel smirk would cross Artorias' face. If Fletcher thought about it, it would be quite similar to the one Artorias would have had when killing him. "Now, now, Fletcher. No need for name calling. I just wanted an apology because most people move out of the way and don't speed up after bumping into someone. You could have been trying to pickpocket me for all I know." The vampire was of course trying to play the nice guy role, though his voice did come off as condescending.
The cruel smirk would widen as Artorias continued to speak, "And as for having nothing to say to me, you've said quite enough." The vampire would shrug, using his temper as a catalyst for his words to instead hopefully agitate Fletcher enough to make a wrong move. "Most people would die for a chance to talk to me one on one instead of just hurrying along like they've seen a ghost." Artorias picked his words carefully, hoping to strike a few sour spots with the ex-partner before him.
With these words, if Fletcher was adamant about the two parting ways, Artorias would merely walk pass him to continue on his way.
Fletcher watched Artorias, uncaring on how he might feel on the matter. He wasn't just anybody that he had walked into, oh no, he had been a victim and he planned to take action slowly against Artorias for betraying them. He watched as a cruel smirk had appeared on his lips, being reminded of last time when he had been murdered by him. Be on your guard, he might try and kill you again. He thought to himself, remaining silent as he listened to Artorias' comment. "Oh please, you don't have anything on you that I'd want." He countered, standing straighter as he watched Artorias. He had two guns strapped on his belt, having been a fan of them, though the pocket knife in his pocket would possibly come as a surprise since he'd need it so that he'd be able to use his new found powers. "Now see that is your problem, you become popular and the first thing you start to do is flaunt yourself. Not sure if your aware but this friendship has long been over and I could careless about your popularity and what you chose to do with it." He answered, appearing to lack the fear that he held the first time they had spoken.
I mean I suppose I could possibly have trouble on my hands because I'm wearing guns but hey, I doubt you'll want to miss the chance to try and kill me again anyway, meaning I have a chance to counter you. He thought to himself, blinking as he stood across from Artorias. "I don't apologize to people that believe themselves to be high and mighty, that is reserved for people that actually give a damn about another person." He added, hoping that one stung. Since he had tried to be friends with Artorias but since his death and the betrayal against the gang, he decided to take it upon himself to get revenge. Seeing him again has reminded me of how much I hate this guy. He always had that attitude that made me want to smack him around, except now I finally have an excuse to do it. He thought to himself as he watched Artorias closer, as if expecting him to be the one to do something stupid. "Oh yeah, almost forgot Artorias. I spoke to your mom in hell, she wanted me to tell you that she wants her name back." He answered, smug grin forming on his face as he hoped that would get on Artorias' nerves.
Empty words. That was all that most of these insults were to the vampire. Artorias would just allow the words to fall on deaf ears. That useless attacks upon the vampire's lack of care for others wasn't having much of an effect on Artorias. It was all just childish words for the man. Artorias would have simply replied to the man with some more cruel words, but that was when Fletcher crossed the line, mentioning the vampire's mother and prompting the narrowing of his crimson eyes along with a scowl towards the ex-friend of his.
"Only a coward brings family into such a petty argument..." Artorias growled, that insult obviously having struck a nerve. He wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off of Fletcher's face and make him pay for even mentioning any of Artorias' family members. The vampire clenched his fists tightly, starting to raise his left one, but quickly stopped himself. He didn't want to start a fight out here where people could see. That could tarnish his reputation and cost him his career. He wasn't about to allow Fletcher to take this away from him, so instead the man would take a small breath and shake his head.
"You should have stayed dead, Fletcher." Artorias said in a low voice. "You would have been better off that way and a lot less annoying." The vampire would smirk once again. "Next time, I'll make sure there isn't even a body for you to come back with." The man would add on before moving to the side in order to try and get around Fletcher. Artorias believed the man should consider himself lucky that the vampire had some sense of self-control, but he figured the threat would hopefully keep Fletcher on his toes. Perhaps he would even get the chance to follow through with it, though the vampire wasn't even sure how the man had even returned from the dead.
Fletcher watched Artorias face expression when he made the comment about his mother. "If I'm such a coward, why am I still standing here?" He countered in return, watching as Artorias fists tightened and the left one started to raise. He almost believed Artorias planned to punch him in public but was surprised when he had lowered it once more. "Why hesitate? It is all going to come to an end anyway...." He answered in a whisper as he stood his ground. "Next time? You mean you're giving me time to ruin your reputation? How thoughtful of you." He whispered in return as Artorias moved in an attempt to pass him, quickly withdrawing his pocket knife before attempting to press it against Artorias' side. "I wasn't ready last time, but this time I came prepared." He whispered, serious as he turned to look directly into Artorias's eyes. "You'll pay for what you did to me and the gang." He whispered his promise before slipping his pocket knife back into his pocket with his own plans to start walking away.
To say that Artorias was growing father more annoyed by Fletcher would have been the understatement of the century. The vampire's anger was starting to reach its boiling point, but he had to keep his cool. Even when Fletcher began to talk about ruining the model's reputation, Artorias would merely clench his fists tightly. It didn't matter to him what this guy would try to say about him, tabloids have started plenty of rumors in the past and nothing ever stuck. Artorias figured Fletcher was all talk when it came this situation, so he merely rolled his eyes.
"Consider it a running start..." Artorias whispered back, just as Fletcher pulled the pocket knife and pressed it to his side. The vampire didn't even flinch as Fletcher declared that this time he was prepared for him, making direct eye contact as he assured Artorias that he would pay for what he did to the man and to their gang. A cruel smirk would come across Artorias' features once again at this. It was almost prideful that such a threat was being made towards him about that. It seemed Fletcher didn't just have a vendetta over his death. He also wanted revenge for the whole gang.
The vampire stayed silent as he waited for Fletcher to sheathe the weapon before chuckling lightly as a response to the threat. "I look forward to seeing just how prepared you'll be, Fletcher." Artorias replied mockingly before continuing on his way. While Artorias would have come across as not so serious about this, there was a nagging in his mind that he needed to cut off this loose end and would have to handle it quickly. For now, Fletcher was free to walk, but Artorias was already planning a few methods to make him pay for disrespect. He was going to make Fletcher regret ever coming back from Hell.
Fletcher rolled his eyes at Artorias. Leave it to him to claim it was a running start. It was unnerving to see the smirk on Artorias' face when he admitted that he had revenge in store for him. "Don't take too long.... You know how impatient I am." He whispered back just before Artorias had a chance to get out of earshot. He had then started walking the opposite direction. You don't know how much I've waited for this day. You aren't killing me a second time. I refuse to go just like this. He thought to himself, before glancing around himself to ensure that Artorias wasn't nearby before continuing on his way.
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