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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As a protective older sister, Nyla's responsibilities consisted of keeping her younger sister, Ines, safe. Squarely on the fox shifter's shoulders was the hefty task of keeping the streets of Lorsette safe so her precious baby sister could freely wander around without issue. Thus, the blonde had joined the Terror Response Syndicate and furthermore assisted in tracking down and capturing a criminal who could potential hurt her precious little Ines. Somebody needed to assure the youngest child of the Korvich family would be safe.
It motivated her decisions at each turn, Ines being a significant piece of Nyla's life. Through all the darkness, the blonde could always discover something wonderful shining in her little sister's eyes. Together, they survived the unfortunate demise of their parents alongside the move to Lorsette. When they arrived, Nyla stood up, becoming the parent for Ines because of their neglectful aunt and uncle. Dutifully, Nyla made a decision, thoroughly aware that the choice could potentially benefit Ines and the unfortunate gentleman pinned to the ground.
When Xander requested her to call the police, the blonde gave him a simple nod. Smoothly, her slender hand plunged into her sweater's pocket, revealing her cellphone with a pleasant fox phone cover. Before the TRS hunter could dial the numbers of the Lorsette Police Headquarters, the bartender had arrived. His stern expression as he evaluated her was understandable, however, after her explanation, she reached for her wallet. A single card was grabbed and shown to the bartender.
"I'm a TRS hunter, I have no reason to lie about what this man did. I do not believe he is an Assembly member, however, the police should take him into custody. Who knows how many wallets he has stolen?" Nyla explained.
The bartender leaned in, viewing her Terror Response Syndicate Identification Card. Afterwards, he straightened his back and allowed a sigh to escape his lips.
"Listen, just don't go around stirring the crowd here. You should have called the police in the first place, understand?" The bartender stated.
Instead of arguing her case, the fox shifter gave the man a polite nod, however, she justified her reasoning for pursuing the criminal in her mind. If she refused to track the felon down, he could have escaped, never to be seen again. Alas, the bartender was clearly displeased by the ruckus, perhaps because they proved to not be paying customers, at least, until Xander spoke. The fox shifter glanced behind her, surprised by the order accompanied by offering her a drink. The blonde hesitated, never having drunk much alcohol because of her family situation.
The bartender's eyes were trained on her, Nyla's turquoise ones detecting a calmer nature because of their "desire" for drinks. A small smile traced her lips, a decision being made.
"I will just have a coke if that's okay," Nyla responded in a calm voice.
With the orders given, the bartender nodded and returned to his position in the bar, eyes watching the pair for when he could prepare their drinks. Once away from the explanation-demanding stare of the bartender, Nyla slipped her wallet into her sweater before dialling the numbers of the Lorsette Police Station. Calmly, the situation was explained, followed by the address to their current location. When finished the phone was returned to her pocket, the operator assuring they would have police there shortly.
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Xander was happy to see that Nyla was handling the bartender with such ease. Using her TRS identification too. Xander was surprised that Nyla was a TRS hunter. Xander was glad that she was on his team however, she was a valuable asset. Xander was ready for this situation to end, as he was beginning to get tired of holding this man down. Despite how easy Xander made it look, holding him down took a tremendous amount of Xander's strength. Now that Xander was holding him for an extended period of time his strength was beginning to die down. He applied more pressure, but now that the police had been called the man was beginning to struggle more in a desperate attempt to get out. Xander gripped his arm tightly applying pressure, but with Nyla here Xander wasn't going to break his arm, and the man seemed to decide he was calling Xander's bluff. The man was now squirming under Xander and causing him to rock back and forth.
"Nyla, do you mind helping me hold this guy down?" He wasn't sure how long it would take for the police to get here, but Xander only had so much patience. "Did they give you an eta?" Xander always hated it when the answer was just 'soon' that could mean any time in reality. Xander had never called the police so he had no idea what an average response time was.
The man began to squirm even more realizing that Xander wasn't going to break his arm. He fought through the pain and was able to free the arm that was under Xander's leg. He placed his hand on the ground and began trying to lift himself up with Xander on his back. He was putting as much pressure as he could into the floorboards, and he was actually lifting himself, with Xander from the ground.
Xander grumbled, and lifted himself up from the man before slamming himself back down onto the man's back. The man buckled and crashed into the floor smacking his chin against the ground and causing it to be scraped up. "This is going to be a long wait isn't it?" Xander huffed exerting all his energy into keeping the man on the ground.
The police would arrive, meaning the situation would be resolved shortly and Nyla could be pleased knowing her younger sister would be safer. Therefore, fixation was placed on assuring the criminal would not escape this encounter. The bartender was handled and understood the significance of their actions to conduct a "citizen's arrest" of sorts. Unfortunately, the criminal was discontented with the circumstances and thus was determined to struggle, desperately trying to escape the individuals trying to get him arrested.
Her steely determination had fueled each step and was currently paying off, evidence being displayed in the form of their captured criminal. There was pressure required to keep the criminal down, the purple-haired man requesting assistance in keeping the man pinned to the bar's floor. Shortly, Nyla's attention returned to her companion, her steps carrying her closer to the pinned man. Through her veins still flowed the intense determination, the blonde refusing to allow the law-breaking vagrant to escape prosecution.
"Sure, I can help with that," Nyla stated as she moved closer. "As for the time, they said about 10 minutes. Police patrol enough to."
Before Nyla could assist, the man began squirming harder, probably praying to escape Xander's grip before he had two people pinning him against the bar's floorboards. The criminal managed only briefly as the purple-haired man managed to pin him down again. When he was returned to the floor, Nyla knelt, applying pressure between the man's shoulders in hopes of keeping the criminal down. The mention of a long wait brought a sigh to breeze through the blonde's lips.
"Depends on traffic. We have the fella restrained for now at least," Nyla responded. "Besides, he will run out of energy. There are two of us and one of him."
There was nothing which could result in Nyla allowing the criminal to escape from their grasp. The thief would receive judgement for the crimes he committed, something which the vagrant deserved for his sins.
Xander was relieved when Nyla approached. "Thank you!" He exhaustively spoke out when Nyla put her own pressure on the scoundrel. This was a huge weight off of Xander's shoulders. Xander was thankful for this intriguing night now, and he was sure the bartender would bring the drinks after the vagabond was captured. He struggled, especially right before Nyla placed her weight on him. It was however too late for the individual as the combined weight of both Nyla and Xander was enough to stop his squirming.
The man between the floorboards tried to speak but the weight from the two of them made it hard for him to breath. He found himself gasping for air, and needing to focus his attention on trying to breath than trying to escape. This made things much easier for Xander. "This is much better Nyla" Xander smiled happily not having to exert all of his effort onto the man below him. "So Nyla, if I haven't already said it, thank you" Xander thanked her for her help with retrieving his money.
"I doubt I would be able to have caught him without you, so thank you, I really appreciate it. It's always nice to have someone beautiful and talented aiding you" Xander kept his focus on the man from now on keeping his pressure and wait on him. With Nyla there it was much easier to hold him down until the police arrived. The police came in through the front door, looking around the bar to get an idea of there surroundings. After asking the bartender there location the Police were pointed out too Xander and Nyla.
This is when the Police approached the two. There were three Police officers, two male, on female. The female stood beside the door, and Xander found himself a fixation on that Police Officer who had blonde hair and blue eyes. "So pretty" Xander thought to himself. "Plus she's in a uniform..." Xander found himself a little star struck at the female Police Officer, and the other male came up to the two holding the man down.
"I'll take things from here" He spoke in a low-toned voice. Xander looked him in the eye and spoke firmly. "YEah! All yours Sir!" Xander handed the man's arms to the police officer as Xander stood up and bee-lined it for the female police Officer. "Hey there!" Xander smiled happily approaching the female Police Officer. "Can I offer you a drink?". Xander wasn't usually one to be so Direct but she was a goddess in a blue uniform!
Years of affiliation with the Terror Response Syndicate as a hunter worked Nyla’s muscles hard and resulted in her becoming surprisingly strong despite her feminine body. Regularly, the young, blonde woman was required to exercise and train her body, thus pinning somebody against the floorboards. The man's struggles were subdued because of their combined weight pinning him to the ground. Based on assumption, Nyla was under the belief the criminal lacked enhanced strength, therefore allowing the shifter and her companion to successfully keep him down.
The weight was maintained, Nyla only adjusting to allow the criminal to breath, however, not ample room to struggle. The blonde smiled broadly when Xander thanked her, promptly followed by a nod of acknowledgement. For the time being, the turquoise-eyed shifter wanted to assure she placed the proper weight upon the vagrant. While the man committed his share of crimes, Nyla would allow him space to properly breathe. Her ears twitched when Xander spoke again, the blonde's gaze returning to him as he stated thanks on her assistance.
"It's not a problem," she spoke cheerfully, smile broadening. "Somebody had help, so I stepped in."
Together, the pair kept the lawbreaker from leaving the ground, the pin effectively keeping him still until the bar doors opened and the police were revealed. A trio of officers had arrived to apprehend the vagrant, two men and one woman, who were all dressed in uniform. The male law enforcers arrived to grab the culprit, Nyla allowing them to grab the thief. Before she could exchange words with Xander, the shifter watched him move. A brow raised as the purple-haired man approached the door, walking towards the female police officer and offering her a drink.
The shifter's eyes narrowed sharply as she realized the game Xander seemed keen on playing. There ravishing police officer had captured his attention, suggesting the purple-haired man was an appearance-focused pig! Without hesitation, Nyla turned briskly and approached the bartender.
"Can I get that coke in a bottle, please?" Nyla asked, tone serious, subtle hints of frustration.
The bartender gave her a nod, granting her a bottle of coke. Afterwards, the shifter grabbed her wallet, placing a five dollar bill on the counter; plenty more than what the drink was worth.
"Keep the change," she said, turning on her heel.
She headed towards the door, hands unscrewing the cap as she approached the front door where Xander was speaking to the police officer. Abruptly, Nyla "accidentally" tripped, coke spilling from the top of the bottle and towards the purple-haired man. A smirk crossed her lips, the rudeness the blonde attempted to keep under control fully released.
"Oh, sorry. I must have been so surprised by you gawking at another woman's breasts, I tripped! Whoopsies!" The blonde stated loud enough for the bar occupants to hear. "With how quickly you came over here, you must hope you're gonna get a score. Anyways, gotta go! Bye!"
Without a second thought, Nyla confidently walked out of the bar with her drink. Admittedly, she had tipped the bartender for being polite and furthermore, because of the small, soda-based mess left on his floor. If Xander was keen on displaying those behaviours and perhaps holding those similar opinions to her, Nyla was "required" to get a little revenge.
Xander was a little too caught up in talking to the Police Officer to notice Nyla's plans on getting her little bit of 'revenge' on Xander for gawking at another woman. "So how long have you been in the force?" Xander asked her quite smoothly to boot, however his charisma seemed to hit rock bottom as he felt a cold substance hit his side. The coke which Nyla had thrown at him had landed on its mark. Xander had too much interest in the conversation with the curvy Police Officer to notice her coming. When the drink collided against his skin, sliding down and eventually landing on the floor. It soaked into his clothes rather quickly and left Xander with an upset look on his face.
The Police Officer seemed rather surprised, but simply smiled at Xander's misfortune. She quickly assumed that this was some sort of lovers spat. "You better run after her" The Police Officer joked. Xander was rather upset with the situation, he wasn't staring at her breasts! He was staring at her figure! Her breasts were hidden in the uniform she was wearing, although by the look of the uniform they were quite large as well. Xander huffed following Nyla outside into the cold weather hitting the wet clothing on his person and causing Xander to feel a little bit chillier.
Xander was a little upset, he had hoped that at the very least him and Nyla could become friends. "What the hell Nyla!?" Xander called out to her outside of the bar. Xander had completely forgotten about his order of alcohol. Sure Xander found Nyla attractive but what was more attractive to him about her was her strengths as a person. She was excellent at tracking, seemed excellent at combat. She was very useful as a companion and so to Xander that was the most attractive part about her.
"Was my gawking really such an issue?!" Xander huffed, steam escaping from his lips as the hot air coming from his mouth hit the cold air from the outside. "That was very rude. I don't think I did something bad enough to deserve being splashed at with a bottle of pop!" Even though Xander was distracted with the woman he was certain that Nyla wasn't clumsy, and her tone lead him to easily pick up that it was on purpose, especially how she left so soon from the bar. "I really can't believe you just hit me with that pop, I'm all sticky.. It wasn't out of jealousy was it?" Xander spoke with a slightly dignified tone. "Either way I found that to be rude. I have done nothing but show gratitude for your help today. It's not like I'm the pick-pocket" Xander wasn't sure if she was hit with jealousy or simply found Xander's antics disgusting. She liked male companionship right? So why was it so bad that Xander was seeking female companionship? Xander was stumped to think she was just disgusted with him, it was only natural to find someone attractive. Xander sighed heavily the steam once again escaping from his lips.
"So what did I do wrong exactly?" Xander hoped she would at least stop so he could avoid chasing after her.
There were no regrets in Nyla's mind about the actions she took as vengeance for the assumed lustful behaviours Xander displayed in response to the police officer's fitting uniform. While flirting for the hearts of others was a natural response to pleasant physical appearances, the blonde viewed the hasty manner displayed was for nothing but a meaningless fling. Thus, the fox shifter enjoyed her retreat from the bar, allowing the autumn's air to embrace her face, cooling her after a day spent helping somebody.
Footsteps reached Nyla's sensitive ears, the pair of blonde-coloured fox ears twitching from the noises. The woman turquoise eyes narrowed as she proceeded to walk, refusing to cease her steps. The blonde failed to realize Xander's intentions with his flirting, therefore, she ignored him when he called her name. Actions potentially related to merely wanting a one night stand always bothered the blonde to points where she struggled to realize Xander's true intentions. Oddly, it reminded Nyla of some of the previous boyfriends she had for a brief time.
Initially, they acted pleasantly, but ultimately, they merely lusted over her curvy appearance. Perhaps that motivated her actions, the blonde still walking as Xander caught up. When he inquired about the gawking, the shifter gave a quick nod in response, unwilling to speak. Gradually, she moved down the sidewalk, stomping to glare when the purple-haired man assumed she was jealous!
"I am not! Do you really think you're just this woman magnet or something?! If you're just looking for a fling, go find another pretty girl! I'm not interested!" Nyla shouted. "And you can keep what that pickpocket took! I paid for my drink and I'm not getting drunk with you when you seem so keen on gawking."
The blonde kept her words censored, her duties as an older sister and role-model for Ines providing her with that capability. She proceeded to stomp off, only stopping again when Xander inquired about what he did wrong.
"You decided breasts were so important that in milliseconds you decided you just needed to go try and sleep with someone! Simple!" Nyla shouted an explanation.
The blonde turned a heel, heading back down the sidewalk without hesitation. She wished to return home and perhaps spend some quality time with her dearest Ines. Undoubtedly, enjoying her sister's company would bring some cheer into her day. With crossed arms, the TRS hunter proceeded down her path, determined to finally leave.
Sure maybe Xander was looking for a fling, but that was merely to satiate the emptiness he had inside. It's not like Xander could portray this emptiness in any meaningful way to someone he had just met. Nyla really found a way to make him feel shallow, not to mention that he already disliked these parts of himself. He wondered to himself. "Maybe if I didn't feel so empty I wouldn't need to find flings." It's not that Xander found himself a chick magnet or anything like that. Something about her words pierced his heart heavily and made him reflect on his choices. He still felt like their was nothing wrong in wanting another woman, but the way he desired for things was different. It wasn't only women, but wealth, status, drugs, he wanted all of these things to fill the hole he had in his heart. He thought if he at least got some of all of the things he desired than maybe he would feel happy.
"I thought the most attractive part of you was your personality, perseverance, and strength." He spoke to her calmly as she walked away from him. Perhaps it was time for him to give up on this friendship, after all he seemed to have ruined any reputation that he had thought he earned from earlier. Xander sighed heavily letting some of the stress from the situation alleviate. "Sorry If I upset you, please have a better rest of your night." Xander spoke to her one last time, not really sure if she could hear him. Xander found himself wondering if the rest of the night was a waste of time. He didn't make any friends, he lost out on a Police Officer, and now he felt nothing but misery, and emptiness.
Xander turned around and began walking back to the bar. The cold air whipped around the buildings making a whistling noise in the background. "I suppose drinking alone is just as fun." He spoke to himself. He walked back to the bar, his feet echoing against the whistle of the wind. When he made it in the bar it appeared the Police Officers had already left with the culprit from earlier, and the mess from the soda pop spill was already cleaned up.
"Whiskey?" Xander called out to the bartender. The bartender looked back angrily. "Yeah, right here." He slid a glass of the whiskey he had ordered from earlier down the bar table. Xander sat down at the bar, grasping the glass of whiskey and downing the whole thing in a single gulp. The pain from the alcohol burning his gums sent his face to show signs of distress. After about a minute Xander yawned. "Another one please." The rest of the bar had a few patrons, this was after all on the outskirts so it was probably a bit more dangerous to be here than rather fun, at least the bar seemed rather empty. Hopefully by the third or fourth glass Xander would feel alive again.
The circumstance left Nyla fuming because of the manner Xander decided a girl's breast size should dictate whether or not he ventured over there to speak with them. These were meagre implications, however, as somebody who valued personality traits, the blonde despised the notion of her well-endowed chest manifesting the entire objective to speak and associate with her. While the fox shifter appreciated the attractive physique she received from her parent's biological history, it managed to occasionally bother.
Readily, Nyla turned away, prepared to leave the purple-haired man who managed to obliterate a possible friendship with his lusty actions. Naturally, the huntress' sensitive ears detected the man's remarks, however, the blonde proceeded down the sidewalk, refusing to believe his compliments. Stubbornly, the turquoise-eyed woman allowed her impressions over the actions her acquaintance to reign supreme. Each step carried her further from him, the quickness of her long legs allowing Nyla to retreat from the bar.
While the shifter was pleased with capturing the pickpocket, she found herself displeased with the man she assisted. Words failed to describe her disdain over the requirement to immediately converse with the police officer to receive a fling! The blonde was under the assumption he merely cared about the libidinous portions of a relationship opposed to anything romantic or friendly! Perhaps he desired to persuade her into drinking in order to cloud her judgement and persuade her into something she never wished to accomplish.
With the additional haste captured in her steps, Nyla managed to return home quickly. Her arrive heralded the finishing of chores as she mentally complained about Xander's decision to attempt a meaningless fling with a woman he just met! The drama swirled in the blonde's head, however, she remained hushed as she went about her chores without complaint about the work.
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