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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“Alida.” The sound of her name being called drew Alida’s attention away from the jacket she had pulled off of the rack, and she turned her mahogany gaze toward the entranceway of the clothing store. Both of her eyebrows rose high on her forehead when she spotted the familiar features of a dirty blond teenager she had met a few weeks prior. He looked slightly different in his attire of choice, his clothes actually matching more of what she considered to be her style. Although, for some reason he looked pissed?
Uncertainty came over her features, a wayward smile peeking up at one edge of her mouth as she raised one of her hands to give a ‘hey’ in greeting. But, it looked as though he had something intense to say, and it churned her stomach somewhat, her features beginning to harden with the idea of it having some sort of association to her species. “You might want to have a word with the owner,” He told her as he motioned toward the top of the entranceway, and he seemed pretty pissed about whatever it was that he was going on about.
She found herself curious enough to venture over, her gaze darting upward and toward the ceiling of the entranceway where she was finally able to spot what looked to be a common charm used in…….. Alida’s face noticeably paled — a demon ward. Thank Volos she was born to a demon family (minus her mother), or otherwise she wouldn’t have the knowledge and experience to decipher these things.
“Shit,” She blurted, her gaze flickering down to Nicolas who was “safe” on the other side. “When did that get there?”
“Sorry, this stuff pisses me off.” Nicolas provided and Alida straightened, holding onto the hanger of the jacket she had in one hand while she rubbed the back of her neck with her other. She could certainly understand why stuff like this pissed him off, but this was kind of problematic for her as well. After all, she was supposed to be a demon and this barrier was supposed to keep her out of the shop. Well damn.
“Hey, what the hell you trying to pull?!” Her “friend” here abruptly yelled at one of the store workers as he had been walking passed, and the commotion immediately brought the teenager over to the entranceway. He took one look at her, and her protruding horns, and looked completely aghast with shock.
“Hey wait a minute…??” He pointed at her, mouth agape. “How did you…?” His finger and gaze trailed upward toward the charm, and Alida felt her heart plummet into her stomach.
“Must of fritzed out at some point,” She pointed out, raising her hand up in annoyance and exasperation. “—Why the hell do you have a demon barrier up, anyway!?” She grew accusatory, bringing her sharp mahogany gaze down onto the kid.
He clearly cowered and flinched, taking a hesitant step backward. “There’s been a group of demons lately raiding the store. The owner decided to put it up as protection,” He defended, raising both of his hands to motion toward the trinket.
“Well she’s clearly not those demons so let her out,” Nicolas snapped at the guy and the teen worker gave the two of them a dirty look, clearly annoyed by the way they were treating him, but perhaps unable to really speak up on his own behalf. Alida didn’t feel as though she were treating him poorly — it was just an annoying situation.
“I’ll take it down for you, miss, just have to retrieve the ladder.” He mumbled with a bit of begrudging as he headed off. With a heavy sigh, Alida placed the jacket back onto a nearby rack of clothing and then folded her arms across her chest, looking rather annoyed as they waited for the worker to return with a ladder.
She was more annoyed about not being able to shop at the store and get the things she had wanted, than by the actual barrier that had been erected. The kid seemed to have a good enough excuse for its reasoning for being up.
With an exasperated sigh, she let out an aggravated huff and ruffled her hand through her hair. “Well, whatever. Thanks for happening by.” She offered Nicolas with a shrug of her shoulders, but suddenly grinned as she thought back to their previous encounter. “And sticking up for me.”
“When I was a kid I was locked in a closet for hours with one of those things.” Nicolas divulged, and the weight behind his statement clearly came as a shock for Alida. Both of her brows lifted as she stared across the way at him, and things became a little bit more clear to her as to why he felt so hostile over them.
“Classmates?” She assumed, her expression becoming more somber and serious. She had experienced a lot of things growing up in Corner Brook, but wards were the one thing that she hadn’t. In fact, if she were to be completely honest, she had actually used that exact thing against some of her classmates. But, half the school had declared war against her, and she had never been one to sit back and twiddle her thumbs.
Nicolas’ answer came as a shock. Classmates she had expected, but family not so much. The thought of it caused Alida’s features to sober and her mahogany gaze to lower toward the gray slab flooring of the establishment. Her family had always been the one singularity in her life that had her back. They were the only people whom she could trust, and so to hear him say that members of his own family had backstabbed him… well, it certainly came as a bizarity.
Although, both of their attention was drawn back toward the male employee as noises of his struggle reached them. Alida wondered what species the male was in the tree of infinite possibilities — although he was certainly acting decisively human. Following a mischievous smirk, darkness manifested over the ladder, sucking it into the black void, to the clerks shock and horror. And then a black hole reappeared by the front entrance, ladder emerging from its depths.
“You’re welcome,” She supplied with a grin as he stumbled over, clearly flabbergasted and put on edge by her display of power.
Alida’s smile widened into a smirk as the poor guy stumbled over his words, clearly intimidated by the two of them. She'd been having a little fun, but hadn’t actually meant any harm by it. Nicolas, however, had a different perspective on the situation and seemed to be teeming with rage over the blocking ward. “Who cares, you’ve wasted enough of our time already. So hurry it up.” He snapped at the salesman, who grew quiet as he began to climb the ladder to take the trinket down.
And, boy did Alida feel a bit awkward after that. Geeze, the guy hadn’t really done anything too wrong. She wondered if it was prejudice against others, or if it only had to do with his personal dislike for these sorts of things. After all, for one reason or another he had decided to divulge a rather personal story to her. He certainly wasn’t helping their reputation as demon’s with an attitude like that, she had to admit.
“There,” The male said stiffly, his face tight with distaste as he began to step down the ladder. “Now you can get out of our store.”
“Yikes,” She made a face as she passed by the employee and through the doorway, officially exiting the store. Well, unfortunately she just kind of had to roll with the punches, and never be allowed back in this store again — thanks to somebodies attitude.
“Er, know any other clothing stores with that kind of outfit?” She asked Nicolas as she stepped in beside him, shoving both of her hands into the tight front pockets of her black jeans.
“Yeah, there’s a few other places in here that I’ve found.” Nicolas’ dark brown eyes bore into her for a hard moment before he gave a shrug of his shoulders and turned. “Here, I’ll show you.”
Alida cocked one eyebrow as she watched him, mutely, and fell into step beside him. Wow, he seemed to be pretty pissed about this, huh? It must have really brought up some nasty memories involving him and his family, and the closet he had been trapped within.
“Tell you what,” She supplied as she continued to side-eye him. “A bastard at school shattered the bone lining in one of my wings.” She thought she’d share a personal story in return, since he was being all broody over it. “I had a lot of trouble in school, got into a lot of fights.”
Nicolas stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze riveting back to her. “That sounds disgustingly painful.” The face he gave her said it all, and she actually burst out laughing. Even though it had honestly happened to her, and had been a horrible blight upon her life, something about the ridiculously disgusted and cringing facial features of Nicolas just caused her to… laugh.
“Sometimes you are just too cute,” She purposely teased him, tears lightly clinging to the corner of her eyes, as she reached out to wrap one of her arms around his neck and pull him down, ruffling his mop of dirty blond hair with her other hand in a light-hearted “noogie”.
Nicolas went off in a heavy chant of no’s and scrambled as quickly as he could to free himself of her hold around his neck. Stumbling backward, it didn’t seem to be enough distance for the dirty blond, as he continued backing up while giving her a wary glance, and then brought his hands up to un-tousel his hair. “You’re not allowed. You and your pretty boy, cute boy, punches and now whatever that was.”
His remark caused her smirk to widen, and she placed her hands on either of her hips as she stared across the way at him, a silent challenge and mirth dancing in her eyes. “You make me feel like some kind of kid, jeez.” He complained in the meantime.
“I haven’t really seen your manly side,” She joked in retaliation and gave an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders, and lift of her arms.
She was a little surprised by his powerful reaction to her teasing remark and the flair of energy that became apparent within him. Oh, had her comment riled the little beast up? Alida internally snickered, finding their bantering quite entertaining, if she were to be completely honest.
“I’d put that to a challenge, but I don’t hit girls.” He smugly and cockily replied, and Alida was suddenly all smiles, both her brows raising high.
“Oh?” She asked, her grin never fading. “Don’t you mean… hit on girls?”
She purposely brought her hand through her hair and gave him a look, raising both of her eyebrows as she brought one hand to delve into the front pocket of her jeans while her other drew her hair over her shoulder and down her chest.
“You’re not supposed to hit them,” She supplied with a tsk. “That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of you, now would it?”
“You… no, don’t say another word.” He interjected and stopped her from sealing the nail into the coffin, but he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her features or the way she teasingly leaned forward as she followed him, moving her eyebrows up and down at him while they headed on through the mall. “I don’t hit on girls… I…” He faltered, Alida assumed from her constant and persistent teasing, and changed tactics. “You know what, do you want me to show you these shops or not?”
He actually looked away from her, and she chuckled, finally straightening up as he added one last comment; “Because if you do you better be nicer to your host.”
“Fair point,” She decided, but had to press her lips firmly together for a moment to prevent herself from laughing. When she was certain she could contain herself, she added; “Do lead the way.”
Alida tilted her head up to watch as the glass elevator descended to their level and with a chime of notification the steel doors slid open. Nicolas ventured in and Alida followed, moving to grab the hand rails and peer out the glass windows that stretched from ceiling to floor. “So how are you liking Lorsette anyways?” Pretty boy asked as the elevator began its ascent, and Alida briefly glanced toward him before looking out to peer down at the first floor below them. Even after all of these years, there was some childish part of her that still lived on and loved riding in glass elevators.
However, Nicolas next comment brought a soured expression his way, which flourished into a smile, as she thwacked him on the arm. “Not quite,” She laughed. “Y’know, whenever I ride one of these things I always get this urge to leap off the level and skydive to the floors down below.”
She glanced up toward the third floor of the mall as she added. “Like, from up on the third floor. This floor would only be for pansies,” She dismissed with a wave and was the first to head out of the elevator when it arrived to the second floor.
“You do realize you can do that anywhere right?” Nicolas’ enthusiastic remark trailed behind her as she exited the elevator and turned to give him a brief glance. “Just go find a cliff, whip out your wings and presto, you adrenaline junkie.”
Alida laughed at that remark, while Nicolas snickered and plunged her to her death via hand gesture. The comment was a little sobering, considering she hadn’t been able to comfortably reveal her wings in Lorsette yet, let alone do any kind of flying. While she had grown up in Corner Brook, despite the bullying and prejudice, Alida found it interesting to look back at herself now and realize that she had been proud of her wings. Now, however, while she didn’t feel ashamed, per se, she didn’t feel comfortable. It was the facade she had adapted herself into as a means to prevent racism against her.
Despite all this, Alida grinned when Nicolas called “left” and pointed her in the right direction. Truthfully, now that they were actually up here, she was looking forward to this store. “Cool, can’t wait to see what kind of clothing shop this turns out to be.” She enthused with a cocky grin.
The Halo Crown mall seemed to be getting progressively more crowded, and as they ventured down the second floor, passing by shops and the railing which overlooked the first floor, Alida wondered what the time was. With the influx of traffic she had to wonder if school had recently gotten out.
One clothing store in particular stood out to Alida as they advanced toward it, and with a grin spreading across her lips, she immediately eyed Nicolas wondering if she had figured it out. The dirty blond had actually somehow gotten lost to his own thoughts and almost walked completely by the store, stopping only a few steps after the door to turn and face the display window. “Well here it is,” Nicolas pointed out.
“I thought you were going to keep going for a moment there,” Alida joked. “Tour me around the whole mall, that kind of thing. Y’know.” She grinned at him, hands in the front pockets of her tight black jeans.
Nicolas insisted that she head in but to her surprise he actually ventured into the clothing store first. Alida wondered in mild bafflement as she headed in after him, if the male had actually intended to go clothing shopping the entire time. Well, not like it mattered if he wanted to shop or not. Actually, Alida found herself rather curious as to what sort of things he’d pick out. “You have to admit, I showed you a pretty sweet place.” Nicolas boasted and Alida chuckled.
“Yeah, I can’t argue with that.” She chimed, with a wide grin. “This place is totally right up my alley.” She turned and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad I entrusted you with the job.”
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