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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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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There was an objective with today's tricking that the nephilim known as Desmond was prepared to accomplish despite the particular difficulty with his plans. A few horrible interactions with an arrogant, short-tempered and downright malicious female hunter. Numerous times has the ginger watched her exchange words with allies, sometimes going the length of screaming at them and even one time at him for an accident. He had merely bumped into somebody else, got pushed back and stepped on her foot, even after an apology she still yelled. The scout was fairly certain that at the time other people within the TRS headquarters did not recognize the voice they would have thought murder. Thus, Desmond had used his scout skills in order to coordinate when exactly the woman went into the cafeteria and the table she always sat at. A convenient camera malfunction in the cafeteria alongside a distracted worker had allowed the nephilim to activate his perfect plan.
The supplies was easily procured and hidden, which consisted of a simple bottle of washable glue and a paint brush; Desmond could already imagine he would have to clean up afterwards. He would volunteer after all since it was not a bother, plus it would give the appearance of innocence. When nobody was watching, the bottle of glue was dumped on the table and painted across the top alongside on the seats of the chairs. Once the task was completed, the evidence was ditched in a garbage can that was hidden in the corner; Desmond could never explain why exactly it was placed there. Upon the completion, the young man took his seat in the farthest corner of the room since should this turn violent he wanted to be nowhere near that woman. The nephilim's gaze remained on the television and his hand grabbed a bag of gummy bears from his pocket while he waited for the young lady to arrive.
When the doors opened, Desmond's gaze looked over and noticed the tall, irritable woman stroll in with her bag lunch, heading right towards the table he trapped. Despite how much he desired to, the trickster managed to keep the smile from crawling onto his lips and instead allowed his gaze to focus on the television. Acting innocent also meant pretending the trap was a unknown entity in the room, thus his gaze remained on news that was reporting the opening of a new clothes shop in town that was in the public eye. It bored him, but for the time being Desmond could not spare a glance over at the trap he had set for the woman. Some would have seen his requirement for revenge as vindictive, but after the manner she had behaved towards her fellow TRS members he could simply not allow it to go unpunished. There was also the fact it has been a long time since the trickster had discovered a victim to toy with and chances were her reaction would be hilarious.
A few moments later, Desmond's green eyes glanced back over at the woman who was naturally sitting down at her favorite table. Luckily, she failed to notice the glue until her lunch was set down and her hands grazed the glue-covered wood. In an instant the woman screamed which warranted a reason for Desmond to look in her direction. The sight was humorous since she was now standing with a chair stuck to her bottom while she attempted to pull her hands away from the table. Naturally, she was successful due to the lack of cruelty in the trick. Witnessing the sight caused the nephilim to crack into a quiet snickering while he watched her pull the chair off, her hands even getting stuck to it for a moment. Unfortunately, the laughter gained her attention and shortly she was staring daggers as she began to speedily march towards where he was sitting.
For a few moments, Desmond kept laughing until she slammed her fist onto the table and broke a section of it. That was when a thought occurred to the nephilim, if he was correct this woman was a lycanthrope which meant that she was very strong. He glanced up at her, noticing her fist winding back to punch him instead of the usual screaming. Before it could collide with him, the nephilim teleported to the other side of the room; making certain to grab his bag of gummy bears of course. Leaving candy in a danger zone would be a sin!
"Hey, chill out!" Desmond shouted, his voice tinging with annoyance.
Silently, he watched as the woman lifted the chair over her head and launched it through the air towards him. The nephilim dived to the ground, witnessing the chair denting the wall which meant she was likely not using full strength; either way it would be probably to break him. Perhaps this was a horrible idea, especially considering the woman's anger issues; he should have watched from the window. Fortunately, he was in his TRS uniform which was designed for this type of activity, but the nephilim had not signed up for chair dodging. Desmond picked himself off the ground, cautiously backing away from where the lycanthrope was. It was easy to notice when she began lifting another chair above her head which caused the trickster's face to break into concern. The cafeteria staff were watching the exchange now, looking frightened about what exactly was occurring. A mental note was made never to prank an irritable lycanthrope with glue. A few choice were screamed at Desmond, all implying that he could have has to be the culprit of the glue trick; with a string of swears in the sentences.
The nephilim decided it was best not to outright rebuke against the claims for the time being, it was probably best to focus on the chair the lycanthrope was likely to throw. Trying to pacify her aggression was an impossible task if Desmond was to guess, which meant the scout had to think of a method to cease the destructive behavior before more damage was done.
Dominic was absolutely starving. Like usual, he did not bring a lunch, resulting in the need to stand in the excruciatingly long lineup while his poor belly rumbled. In his defence, he was a very busy man with so much work to do. He was hardly the type to bend for petty needs such as eating. Work came first, then food. But sometimes his stomache would win and he would find himself heading to the cafeteria with his metaphorical tail between his legs.
As the cafeteria workers were plopping God knows what onto his tray, Dom's eyes trailed over the tables and chairs in an attempt to find a place he could sit. That's when it was brought to his attention that somebody was putting glue on one of the chairs. The Sergeant raised one of his eyebrows, watching the scout with wonderment. What was this silly man thinking? Who was the victim of such a senseless crime?
Dominic exited the line in record time, following the prankster scout over to the far end of the cafeteria. He didn't say anything, simply observed. The hunter placed his food on the table and made use of this time. In seconds, his hands were busy shovelling food into his ravenous maw. All the while he ate, his gold-brown eyes watched Desmond's movements.
When the scout's eyes saw his prey, Dom could swear he saw Desmond's eyes light up. Unfortunately for Dominic, the cafeteria was excruciatingly busy at this time of day, meaning even if he wanted to see who the prankster's victim was, he would have a hard time spotting them. He could have perhaps observed who would be harmed in this prank and whether or not they should be warned. However, it seemed no warning was needed. Beofre he knew it, a red-headed woman had sitting on the sticky seat. He would hate to admit it, but Dominic's mustache twitched in amusement at the follow through with the prank. If the Sergeant had been younger, he would have burst into laughter right then and begin to clap, praising the scout for his creativity and perfect execution. But Dominic could not be that person anymore simply because he was a man meant to be a supervisor. A supervisor at the TRS. It was no job to take lightly.
When the woman screamed and Desmond laughed, finding himself the target of a very fiery lycanthrope, Dominic stood from his chair, alert as his stomach twisted in regret. Perhaps he should have stopped a lycanthrope to have beenthe victim. With their infamous lack of ability to control their anger, Dominic couldn'thlep but wonder if Desmond had a deathwish. With the way the wolf woman walked over to Desmond, it didn't take a specialist to know he was about to get the beating of his life.
Luckily for the scout, he had the ability to teleport. Dominic still had taming to do regardless. Gritting his teeth, Dominic raised his left hand and concentrated, catching the now broken chair in the air. He set them down carefully, making sure no one was injured before turning towards the angered woman. "If I were you I wo- stand down!" Before the lycanthrope could throw her next chair, Dominic grabbed hold of the chair and the woman with psychic energy. Using a motion that mimicked pulling something apart, Dominic telekinetically pried the chair out of the powerful hands of the enraged woman. That would at least slow things down. He hoped.
"Stop before you hurt someone for god's sake!" Dominic shouted, running up to the woman and grabbing hold of the collar of her uniform. The Sergeant cleverly stood between her and Desmond, trying to gather her attention as one might when their dog was transfixed on a squirrel. This could go one of two ways... either he would successfully draw the attention of the woman and convince her to leave Desmond to the punishment of the superiors, or she could be so fixed on vengance she would go right through him to get to her tormenter.
It seemed like Dominic was about to find out with destiny would come true.
Tricking the lycanthrope was gradually proving to have been a horrible idea. Especially since she seemed keen on breaking Desmond and landing him in the medical ward for months. The nephilim was hoping that would not become the case due to the fact his father would not be impressed and would likely ponder a befitting punishment despite Desmond being an adult. There would be a lecture and even if the blame for the glue could be deducted from the list of trouble he caused his father would still be displayed. For the most part, the nephilim was praying that he would not be begged to leave the TRS. He enjoyed being a scout and the money did assist his family and assured that they would be well taken care of. Now that was possibly going to be destroyed because of this irritable woman.
"Knock it off! We're both allies here," Desmond said in an attempt to calm the situation; which failed.
The beginnings of the prank had been amusing, some of the other TRS members releasing snickers over the interesting display. However, the woman's sudden fury ruined the entertainment value in the trick and instead brought more horror to it. The lycanthrope was clear on hurting Desmond after all and he was fairly certain most of the members were concerned about the potential murder scene. All attentiveness the scout could muster was focused on the redheaded woman, he could not risk being hit by a chair. The entirety of it was spent thinking of a plan to cease her anger; Desmond was not going to teleport and run away. That would be probably to anger the lycanthrope further, not to mention it would make him look guilty for starting the predicament. The chair was being brought back for a throwing attempt, causing the scout to tense until he heard another voice shouting.
A momentary glance was taken towards the man who produced the voice that held an air of command. The stranger wore a TRS uniform and the red colours informed Desmond that he was an elite hunter or higher in rank. That was mildly concerning considering that if the scout were to guess, the hunter would ask questions. Fortunately, for the moment the stranger seemed keen on defusing the situation at the moment. Due to the man's intervention, the chair was yanked out of the woman's hands which suggested the stranger possessed psychic abilities. That did not change the fact that the entire scenario still maintained a high tension to it. The man soon drew closer, allowing Desmond the chance to notice his face and well-groomed appearance. The uniform was analyzed first, the scout's eyes noticing the single red star which placed the man at a rank of sergeant; there was chance this may not end well.
Although, the stranger was yelling at the angry lycanthrope instead of Desmond which was good sign, but the sergeant seemed bold to draw so close to the furious woman. The nephilim was soon praying that he would not get harmed for protecting him. Instead of maintaining focus on the stranger, Desmond's eyes drifted to the the redhead to check what she had planned. Her face was screwed up in anger, and for a moment she glanced at him then back towards the sergeant who acted as a barrier. As usual, she began screaming at the sergeant.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY! I'M KILLING THAT ROTTEN WEASEL!" She screamed as though her life depended on it.
There was tones of anger in her voice, her words ringing through the room due to the sheer amount of volume. The spectators were watching now with uncertainty clouding their eyes about what could occur. Status did not seem to matter as the ginger watched the lycanthrope get prepared to wind up another punch for the man who was blocking her from the trickster. Even if the man was plenty capable of protecting himself the ginger man did not want to risk the possibility of him getting harmed. In a moment of instinct, Desmond's hand reached out in order to grab the hunter's shoulder; he was not going to allow somebody get hurt because of his own idiocy. There was prayer that contact would be made, and upon that moment the nephilim would teleport them a further distance. Since the man's powers were psychic, it seemed only correct that should Desmond had been successful to teleport them to the other side of the room.
"Oh yes," The sarcasm dripped from his lips with practice. Dominic was never one to let emotions interfere with logic, and he was- unfortunately- condescending when others happened to act otherwise. "Because murdering a scout of the TRS will do your reputation wonders, wouldn't it? How would you like to spend a month in the pit? Or rather, the rest of your life? You'd be the fastest terminated hunter yet!" The pit was a term the Sergeant used to refer to the TRS prison system. It was a useful place for powerful creatures and... well... misbehaving members of the TRS. It would be scandalous to appear as if the TRS had no control over their own agents. Surely it would cause panic in the poor citizens of Lorsette.
Unfortunately, and Dom knew this deep down, reason should not be receieved well to the angered. It just went through one ear and out the other. He watched with narrowed eyes as the redheaded woman wound up to punch him. Him.
Oh, sweetheart, you are digging yourself into a rather deep hole.
Dominic rose his hand to defend himself but... found himself quite far away suddenly. It was odd watching the punch aiming for his face to being executed without a target. The lycanthrope's arm extended but hit no one. It still didn't stop him from seeing the muscles rippling under that hit. That would have been very painful.
Teleporting had felt warm and... odd. It made him shiver and he turned to look behind him, seeing the very man who started this whole disaster. "Thanks. But don't think you're off the hook. We're going to have a nice chat after this is done. Now sit here and look pretty. I'll handle the rest."
Dominic took a running start, jumping on the tables with ease and running across them, conscious not to step on anyone's meals. He didn't need multiple angry agents on his hands. Getting close enough, Dominic leapt through the air, successfully landing behind the enraged woman and swept his legs under her. He was successful in knocking her down. Before she could react further, Dominic had crawled on top of her and yanked her arms behind her. Flicking his hand outward, a pair of handcuffs soared through the air from another agents belt and landed in Dom's grip. Quickly putting them in place, he hoistered the lycanthrope up and began shoving the redhead towards a group of bystanders. "They're charmed. Thank Mic for that. She's great at making Tranquil charms. Take this hunter to the pit until she calms down. Don't let her free until I've had the chance to talk to her."
The agents, who now had a docile lycanthrope in hand, nodded rapidly before doing what they were told. Dominic smiled, dramatically wiping his hands together before turning towards Desmind. The sergeant extended his finger to point at the niphilm before curling his finger in a beckoning motion. It seemed he was going to make good on his promise and talk the poor scout's ear off.
A silence was kept by Desmond while he listened to what the sergeant stated to the lycanthrope. As the stranger continued, the nephillim flinched while standing behind his protector. Naturally, the scout could easily notice the anger appearing on the redhead's face and it was growing more frightening with each word. Watching the interaction was making the ginger desire to cease the sergeant's words, but Desmond decided it was better to not interrupt a high ranking officers. Desmond could only imagine that the sarcasm was only making it worse, but as it currently stood, he was clueless about how to handle the situations. Violent confrontations were not the scout's specialty and lacking talent in combat scenarios did not assist him either. Even his more combat correlated abilities did not possess the necessary finesse required in these interactions, thus the nephilim remained silent.
The sergeant was definitely fortunate that Desmond was not one to standby and let somebody get punched, especially by a lycanthrope. Although the ginger had yet to experience the harsh pain, he could imagine that ultimately it was unpleasant to all definitions. Desmond's green eyes watched as the punch rocketed through empty air without a target, the manner of which the muscles moved suggested the painful encounter the sergeant almost went through because of the scouts misbehaving. The troublemaker was still going to attempt to lie his way out; he had always possessed a high adeptness in deception. Although, Desmond was beginning to feel guilty deep down for roping other people into the chaos he created with an innocent revenge plot. At the very least, the nephilim was determined to offer his assistance in the cleanup and perhaps work some serious overtime as well to make himself feel better.
When Desmond spared a glance at the man he teleported, the stranger mentioned him 'not being off the hook' yet. Instead of allowing his true emotions over the verdict to surface, the nephilim offered him a confused look. The mask was spot on, which allowed the scout to feign innocent and obliviousness in one simply look. His eyebrows raised and Desmond even managed to cause his eyes to be glazed with an appearance of befuddlement. There was no possibly way he could be caught, the trickster was certain of that, although, he was still unaware that the sergeant had witnessed him setting up the trick. When the sergeant began to move, Desmond was impressed watching the man's athleticism as he jumped across the tables, even going the lengths to avoid stepping on the other members meals. It caused the nephilim's eyes to widen, it was absolutely amazing watching the smooth and simple manner the man moved. With crossed arms, the scout continued watching the sergeant move; hunters always seemed to have a different adaptation to moving than scouts. Scouts were meant to run, to slip by with speed, avoid obstacles, hide and things now seen as simplistic to the long time scout.
Quietly, Desmond watched as the sergeant successfully apprehended the lycanthrope, almost as though it was child's play (that is, excluding the required teleport to avoid him getting his face smashed in). Shortly after passing her off to some other agents did the stranger beckon him. The gesture was annoying to view, but Desmond kept his face void of the annoyance; that would make him look guilty. Thus, the scout walked over with the confidence of somebody not about to receive lecturing or punishing and stood attentively before the sergeant. He remained wordless, waiting for what the topic was going to refer to exactly. A calm expression crossed his face as he silently thought of some scenarios of what the sergeant could say to him, but for the time being it was better to hear what the stranger desired exactly; there was always a slim chance he could just desire a report.
The confused look on Desmond's face was not lost on the Sergeant. He had seen it before. Why did so many- especially scouts- insist on playing dumb? Dominic would be insulted if he wasn't in 'work mode'. It was evident the troublemaker thought he could lie his way out of the situation. It was also evident that the troublemaker thought Dominic was stupid enough to fall for it.
Once the lycanthrope was out of sight and Desmond was making his way over to where Dominic stood, the sergeant cleared his throat. "Before I say anything- truely say anything- I want you to tell me your side of what happened here. Why-oh-why would a hunter want your blood? Hmm? You could start by giving me your name, agent."
This would be the test. Was the sergeant dealing with a liar? Or would the scout come clean and avoid more severe punishment. Given the fact Desmond had saved Dominic from a rather nasty punch, Dom hoped the man would come clean.
Lying was like a gift to Desmond since he always held an impressive amount of skill in it. Most would believe that would be nothing to possess pride over, but the nephilim held the slightest hint of pride over his capability. He could speak without calls entering his voice and maintain an air of calm confidence over himself. Certainly this sergeant could not know that the troublemaker was the culprit, or at least that is what Desmond believed. Thus, the ginger waited patiently for the stranger to start speaking, already possessing the plan to feign innocence. As far as anyone was concerned, he was merely an innocent bystander with a tendency to harmlessly trick people which resulted in a presumption of him being the guilty party. It was formulated, sensible and seemed like an excellent idea to weasel his way out. Afterwards, he would offer his services clean up as an act of good will. The concept seemed like something of perfection in Desmond's mind; a perfect punishment escape plan.
"Name's Desmond Wilts, and I won't lie, sir, I am a bit of a trickster," the ginger began formally. "Due to that, she likely thought that I placed the trap and my laughter only made the matter worse. I will offer my services to help clean up, since my laughter probably only made it worse."
The words escaped the scout's lips smoothly, making them sound genuine. It made him out to merely be a kind fellow offering to assist in the situation all because a chuckle increased the lycanthrope's anger. As he regarded the sergeant, Desmond's face was devoid of guilt and his arms remained folded behind his back. His posture was kept sturdy, back straight in a professional manner and an open body language. While he spoke, his eyes remained locked on the sergeant instead of flitting away in nervous manners. It was in the way, the picture of a perfect innocent facade. The thought amused him, but he kept it out of his expression and refused it access to dance across his green eyes. The act still needed to be maintained until he was freed from the concept of guilt. There was a determination to not be discovered in his lie, and Desmond was certain he would fulfill that goal.
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