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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Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2022
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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Xander found himself leaving the library from his shift. He was happy to be getting off early, a coworker covering the rest of his shift. Xander was wearing black pants with a black jacket. The jacket had gold buttons that clashed well with the jacket. Xander kept the jacket tied up today as it was somewhat cold outside. The cold didn't bother him much, he was after all already dead, and didn't really carry body heat in the same way as the living did. Xander found himself clutching a stack of books. Cooking Recipes Vol 2, Basic Economics, and Art & Anatomy. Xander had plenty of time for reading during the night, being already dead Xander didn't need to sleep at night, which meant he would have plenty of free time alone for reading.
Xander didn't need to eat, or even go to the bathroom. To be honest he hated this body he was cursed to live within. In a technical sense he was still alive, so he was thankful that he could continue living, but living out each day was boring in itself. He was thankful he had so much time to really get to read, study, but he felt like this made him miss something. Xander lived among the people, and he even worked among them. This was to mainly drive his finances. Xander loved money, he wanted enough to go anywhere he desired, throw lavish parties with exotic dancers, it was all so fun to fantasize about.
Xander cracked a smile as he began walking away from the library, setting out down the street. His shoes tapped against the pavement one after the other, echoing at the oddly silent street. He turned quickly down a more populated street. He looked at all the people walking in, and out of the street, and Xander decided to sit himself on the sidewalk in the middle of the street with no regard to how people would look at him. Xander splayed his books across the sidewalk beside him as he began to read out of art & anatomy. He didn't care much for the amount of room he was taking, which was almost all of the sidewalk. Xander knew he was going to save most of the books for the night, but he could at least practice drawing. Xander pulled from his right pocket a small notebook with a pencil inside the binder.
He pulled the pencil out from the binder, and flipped the notebook over to a new page. He then flipped through the art book, and began drawing using the book for reference. After about an hour Xander stretched his legs out covering most of the side walk. Xander was far too engrossed in the book, but his legs were easily set up to trip any passer by that wasn't paying attention. Luckily the people that did pass over him noticed that he was there, and everything was going smoothly. Xander was learning a lot from this book, and he was happy that he took the time to grab the art book from the library. "This is going well" He spoke to himself sketching out a person on the notebook. The clouds were dark in the sky, and it looked like it was about to rain, but Xander didn't notice, as he simply kept sketching away in his notebook.
Tyson had fled towards Aria Village a few days ago when it had become too difficult to hide from the police searching for him shortly after running away from home. It had proven a mistake when he found himself running away from the many people that lurked in here. Most being AP and Terrors. He didn't have an interest in joining them or being killed by them, so he had fled back to Lorsette knowing that his chances of being able to get away were fading away. It wasn't like being caught would be the end of the world, his parents would only try and force him back into therapy.
He was tired from all of this running and hiding. It was very difficult to sleep when you feared being found and being brought to that nightmare of a situation, of course being in Aria Village was worse. It was just so dangerous there. He was hoping to blend in, but everybody knew everybody, so you either were AP or a victim that would soon join. Any refusal would be encouragement for punishment and later death. He had seen so much death, it had scarred him to the point of coming back here. Hands clung to his knees as he bent slightly, trying to catch his breath.
It wasn't long after returning to Lorsette that he had made the mistake of taking the wrong path and had crossed paths with some police officers. He had slowly backed away and it had caught their attention, within a few minutes that had realized they had found him, the one that had run away from home. Escaping wasn't acceptable as they were determined as ever to catch him so that he could be returned to his parents. He had made the effort of running away from them, reminding himself of the best paths that he might have a better chance of gaining distance between them.
Here he was thirty or so minutes later, finally alone because he had lost the police officers. He would release his knees before moving against the wall, peeking the corner to see who was walking along the streets, knowing he wouldn't be able to take that route if there were any police officers nearby there. So far the coast looked clear, so he started walking along the sidewalk. As he continued in his walk, he hadn't noticed the guy sitting on the ground with his many books, too busy looking around himself in case a police officer had managed to figure out the path he had taken and started following behind him.
As he neared, he bumped into something, glancing down at the last second to realize it was because of a pile of books in his walk way. The ground was becoming closer as he found himself stumbling towards it, not having enough time to try and regain his balance. The palm of his hands touched the ground and sides of the other books as he laid on top of them. "Ouch...." He mumbled, trying to recall what had happened to cause him to miss the many books that were spread out on the side walk in front of him.
Xander was caught off guard as this boy appeared out of nowhere from his peripheral vision. The boy fell quickly but Xander was able to scuddle out of the way in time to avoid being fallen on. Xander was pretty close by his books, which meant he was pretty close to the boy who had fallen. He could make out the smack as he hit the ground, although it looked like he had caught himself on his palms. Xander was still pretty sure that it would hurt regardless, and he was confirmed in his thought when he heard the boy mumble. Xander sighed glad that he was not caught under him, wondering exactly why this guy didn't see him splayed across the floor. Xander was sure he was at least pretty noticeable, although he may be taking up too much space on the sidewalk.
Xander reached for the books gathering them all up quickly as he stood from his seated position. It was a little weird that his first worry was for the books, and not for this guy. "Are you all right?" Xander called out to him, checking the books for any damage or wear, or at least the ones he could reach. Xander slid his pencil back into the binder of his notepad, closing the notepad, and placing it back into his back pocket, having a hard time with his hands full of the other books. When Xander had a free hand he extended it out to the guy that had fallen.
"Need some help?" Xander clutched the books in his left hand as he reached out with his right. "I hope that fall didn't hurt too much, it certainly sounded painful" Xander looked pretty happy considering that today at least was interesting, normally nothing of note happens. "You weren't in a rush were you?" Xander asked kindly, seeing no need to apologize for anything quite at this moment. He kept his hand reached out with intentions to help him up from his fallen state, with a kind gesture and a smile on his face. Xander wasn't quite sure what kind of character this guy would turn out to be, or where he was from, but he was certainly curious.
"The name's Xander," he added, the easiest way to get his name would be to address himself first, or at least Xander thought that would be the case, he was just naturally curious about the man that had fallen in front of him. This is when Xander noticed his clothing. The man looked beat up, and more than just from a fall. This guy was really getting on Xander's curious side. He was pretty bright for the most part, and was able to piece together that something was off about this dude. Was he running from something, someone? Was that why he didn't notice him. Or was he simply homeless? Xander had a bunch of questions filtering through his head.
"Is everything okay?" Xander asked cautiously awaiting a response from him. There was certainly something off now that Xander noticed his clothing. Xander wasn't one to help out just anyone, but his curiosity made him feel like digging at this guy just a little bit more, maybe something interesting would happen.
Tyson was quick to roll off of the books, finding them uncomfortable underneath them. Xander had reached for the books that had been spread across the ground, meanwhile he adjusted himself into a sitting position, pondering where he had gone wrong to have managed to trip over the books in the first place. I was thinking about being cautious and hadn't thought of checking the ground for anybody down there. He thought to himself, deciding his best course of action would be to leave immediately. He was pulled from his thoughts, glancing to where the voice had come from to see it was from Xander.
That is a very good question, I think so? He thought to himself, debating on how he would go about answering the question without the risk of being viewed as lying. "I'll be alright." He answered, implying he wasn't but will be. Xander had finished putting his things away before suddenly reaching out with his hand, hinting to help him up. Slowly he reached out, planning on taking Xander's hand, pausing when he heard the comment followed by a question. How do I answer that question? He thought to himself, silent as he prepared for anymore questions.
A small smile touched his lips but he reminded himself that since he ran away it wouldn't be a good idea giving out his name. Should I really take his hand? He might expect something of me.... He thought to himself, hesitating as he remained on the ground longer, failing to make any effort to stand up. The next question had once more drawn his attention. If I don't give him some form of answer, he is going to start assuming and it will become more trouble then it is worth. He thought to himself before finally taking Xander's hand, then pushed the ground with his other hand so that he could stand up.
"Oh yeah I'm fine...." He answered, knowing lying could be troublesome in the near future, but he wasn't about to go admitting that he had ran away from home and was currently homeless, it would cause more trouble for him in the long run. "Nice stack that you have there." He commented, having taken a chance to look over some of the books. Turns out tripping over them had given him the chance required to become acquainted with them. "My name is Malcolm." He answered, knowing fully well his brother wouldn't be pleased to have somebody asking him questions because they had been given the wrong name but he'd have to take that chance.
Malcolm was fine, or mostly it seemed. Xander yawned abruptly stopping. Malcolm eh? Xander watched the guy closely as he spoke. He was able to make out his small smile, and it made Xander wonder if everything he was saying was truthful. To be honest the rest of Malcolm seemed so calm that Xander couldn't help but take him at face value, if he was lying he was pretty good at it, or Xander just wasn't able to tell when he was lying. "Well it's nice to meet you Malcolm" Xander looked him up and down, noting the ragged clothing, his blonde hair which didn't seem all that clean, and glasses. This guy was really homeless wasn't he? For someone who may be homeless he certainly seemed to be intelligent at least, so what situation landed him in this predicament? Xander wasn't sure if everything he was assuming was correct, but he was confident enough in himself to believe his own assumptions.
"I think you could use a change of clothes," Malcolm was surely missing a shower too. "Did you get attacked or something?" This was all he could think about to narrow down whether this guy really was homeless or not. If he answered no he could assume he was homeless, if he answered yes then maybe he was just being chased by someone, and attacked. Xander had nothing to gain from helping this guy so he found it difficult to want to stop his pursuer. Xander didn't really like combat either, so what was he supposed to do other than question him? He didn't seem off-put by his questions so Xander felt right at home firing off as many as he needed.
He commented on the books? Xander smiled a little bit. "Yeah I do love to read. What about you, you look like you might like reading?" Xander gripped the books a little tighter happy that they weren't really damaged when they were run over, a little scrapes sure, but it wasn't all that noticeable. Xander began drawing his attention to his surroundings. He began checking the people in the streets to see if anything was off. Maybe this guy was a criminal too, and he could be running from the police. Xander couldn't see any police nearby but he managed to blurt something blunt out.
"Your just homeless right?" Xander got a little tired from beating around the bush. "Why else would your clothes be so beaten up!" Xander gestured to his clothing. "I'm afraid to even smell you man, but I got nothing against the homeless." Xander said teasing Malcolm, he himself smelled of heavy cologne, mainly to hide the scent of any decay from his natural form of a ghoul. Xander was sure he didn't smell of decay, but he was worried, and thus doused himself in cologne just to make sure. To be honest he probably couldn't smell Malcolm over the scent of his own cologne.
Tyson couldn't help but attempt to fake a smile, though he didn't mind meeting people, being on the run and making connections wouldn't mix well for him. Besides he had given his brother's name to Xander instead of his own, the last thing he wanted to do was to continue lying. Not if he could help it anyway. "It is nice to meet you too, Xander." He answered in return, trying to ignore the fact Xander appeared to be looking over his clothing. He looked around himself for show when Xander mentioned how he thought he could use a change of clothes.
"Uhh.... Awww no... I'm fine." He was trying to figure out how he would give his answer without appearing like he was lying, since frankly he was making this up as he went along. He changed the subject about the books, finding it to be an easy topic, which hopefully would get the subject off of him. "I do like to read." He answered, side glancing to ensure that there wasn't any police officer nearby them. The idea of being caught and dragged back home was nerve wreaking even though he missed being in the presence of his siblings.
He was pulled from his thoughts when Xander asked if he was homeless. He raised his hand up to his neck, rubbing it before laughing. "Homeless? Me?" He couldn't help but feel slightly nervous that Xander had asked him this when he didn't want to be found. "No.... No.... I was just rough housing with some.... friends earlier." He answered, making it up, trying to figure out an excuse for why in a short amount of him his clothes were already ragged and why he smelled.
"Sorry about that though." He answered, allowing his hand to drop back down to his side. "No worries, it was my fault for running into you." He answered, not wanting to point fingers over the fact Xander had been spread across the side walk with his books. The less blame he gave Xander, the faster he'd be able to make his escape, right?
Xander was curiously watching Malcolm. What kind of things was this kid pulling? Now that Xander had much more to go off of it was a lot easier to make out when the character was lying. Xander sighed lightly, feeling pretty confident that this guy was on the run from something, if not someone. He definitely needed a change of clothes even if Malcolm refused to acknowledge it, that was just a stated fact. Xander didn't really feel right offering his own clothes, so he wasn't sure what he could offer him. Xander absent mindedly stared at Malcolm with a confused look. Should I let this guy just go? To someone who had all the time in the world to kill it was just a matter of how entertaining this Malcolm character seemed to be.
Rough housing with friends? What kind of people rough-housed that hard, especially to ruin clothes like that. Xander wasn't buying it. "You must have some strong 'friends'." Xander wasn't really sure what to ask next, he was simply stuck with his assumptions, and he understood Malcolm not wanting to share details of his life especially since they just met, but something was clearly off and Xander's curiosity was driving him insane.
Then Xander was shocked when Malcolm decided to apologize for bumping into him on the street, as Xander felt somewhat responsible for what had happened to Malcolm. Xander felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders as Malcolm took the blame for the accident that happened earlier, he didn't want to apologize for it, and this made him pretty content with how it played out.
"Well I must be in your way," Xander added stepping aside for Malcolm to have an easy path past him. "I don't think your being entirely truthful to me, but I have no reason to question you about it." Xander scratched the back of his neck, he had no reason to stop him any further, although he did make Xander extremely curious, but he wasn't going to budge into his personal business by asking him questions that Malcolm would evade or lie about. Still this guy was very different, and perhaps tailing him for a little bit would be fun, Xander had nothing else to do after all. Maybe someone was looking to fight him, or maybe he was just a homeless kid after all. Xander had no need to eat, sleep, or use the bathroom, so a stakeout felt like child's play for him. What was this Malcolm character really up to?
Tyson couldn't help but feel nervous with Xander watching him like that. It was difficult trying to keep up this lie but he hadn't escaped his parents home just to be placed back in it just for being a minor. Xander asked his question and he couldn't help but flinch slightly. It seemed as if this guy was onto him and if he wasn't careful he'd figure out the name was a lie as was his story. "Yes...." He answered in return, not wishing for Xander to think his clothes were int his shape for any other reason. "I mean I look like one hell of a mess, right?" He forced a laugh, struggling to not sound nervous in the process. His laughing ceased and he proceeded to apologize for running into Xander earlier.
Bingo. Subject has been changed... Hopefully. Maybe... I don't know. He thought to himself, surprised when Xander's words had been spoken. "Oh don't worry about it." He didn't want Xander to feel like he had been any trouble or anything like that, but the sooner he left the sooner he'd be able to rest easy because he wouldn't be caught and taken home. "I'll be on my way." He answered, shyly, walking passed Xander, unaware that he was about to get a stalker. "See you." He started walking around, rounding a corner before jogging. It wasn't like he had a reason, except planning on putting some distance between them.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Oh brother, where have you gone?
A question to ponder numerous times when Malcolm McCavallor thought about the triplet who ran away from their home. The arguments between Tyson and their parents felt endless, alas, allowed Malcolm to understand why he left. Worry became a constant emotion in the McCavallor household as they wondered if bespectacled twin was alright. Everybody feared the worst possibility, the mere notion of making the hair stand on Malcolm’s neck as he gazed through the window of his bedroom. Undoubtedly, Malcolm missed his absent triplet.
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He remembered the moment he burst through Tyson’s door only to discover an empty room. The single word goodbye haunted his thoughts, manifesting a frown onto his lips. Softly, the warlock sighed as he abandoned the window, his arm reaching to grab his favoured blue jacket. The coat was tugged over the white, loose-fitting shirt, front unzipped. The teen’s phone and wallet were snatched from his computer desk, each item slipped into the superior pockets of his blue jacket as opposed to the insignificant pair on his black skinny jeans.
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A frown corrupted his regularly cheerful expression as he exited his room and shortly afterwards, the McCavallor home. Without Tyson, Malcolm was shorted his closest friend and prankster ally. Loneliness had manifested quickly, even despite having a sister. His hands plunged into the warm depths of his pockets as he journeyed down the sidewalk. A gentle sigh escaped his lips, the slightly cold temperature was hardly noticeable, the chills of a Canadian winter being a frightful experience at times. Slowly, the blond walked down the sidewalk, heading towards the Northern section of Lorsette.
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Lorsette Public Library was a comforting place for Malcolm, the pleasant smell of books, enchanting stories and fantasies to whisk him from his sorrow of missing his brother. Gradually, the red-eyed boy proceeded down the dull, grey sidewalks, semi-melancholic because of the sudden loss, however, it was difficult to know what would happen to Tyson. Each step down those familiar paths were greeted with thoughts of his blue-eyed twin. They appeared exactly alike, dissimilarities created through Malcolm's red-tinted contacts and dishevelled hairstyle.
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Head down, Malcolm's mind swirled with thoughts of Tyson, how he was doing, if he was alright and most chillingly, if he was alive... The blond despised the concept of somebody hurting his younger triplet, murdering him, taking away his closest friend. A shaky breath entered the man's lungs, the horrifying thought made tremours enter the warlock's heart. All he wished for was the return of his dearest brother, it was everything he wanted. Everybody in the family would cry, celebrating his safe return home and loving embraces would reign.
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Please Tyson... come home.
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His feet carried him further, the pace being picked up as Malcolm prayed sanction would be discovered inside the maze of bookshelves. Suddenly, a body crashed into him, however, the blond's attention span failing to pay attention. A groan of subtle pain escaped Malcolm's mouth as he backpedalled, eyes locking on the individual he bumped into. Eyes widened before the trickster could mumble out an apology. There, the individual he knocked into, was a mirror of his face, however, eyes bespectacled.
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"T-tyson?!" Malcolm explained, eyes wide and surprise obvious.
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Unlike usual, Tyson possessed a dishevelled appearance, his clothes tattered from time spent away from home. Hesitantly, Malcolm's steps brought him closer to his brother, familial love flowing through his head. Should the opportunity present itself, the blond's arms would reach out to wrap his arms around Tyson. It felt as though centuries passed, those days without him being a dreadful reality. Before him, was the opportunity to bring his precious brother home and finally have life restored to the McCavallor definition of normal.
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He adored his younger triplet and it appeared the gods answered his wishes. Thank Enki, the opportunity arrived for Malcolm to reunite their family and connect with his brother. This was everything he desired, thus, Malcolm was over-zealous to finally find Tyson, the boy he searched for since he ran away from home.
Xander waited a few moments for Malcolm to make his way ahead before casually walking in the same direction. He wasn't worried about getting caught, he had a simple excuse. We were walking in the same direction, it was coincidence that they ended up in the same situation. Frankly Xander didn't care if Malcolm believed it or not, this was all a means of finding small enjoyment. This Malcolm guy seemed like he had a destination in mind, and it was easy enough for Xander to follow him. When he picked up his pace Xander was thrown off, curiously picking up his pace just enough to not lose Malcolm. The streets didn't seem very busy today and Malcolm must have been trying to put some distance between Xander, this made him wonder if he was spotted following him or not.
"Was I spotted?" He muttered to himself quietly, not really loud enough for other people to hear. He followed Malcolm not paying attention to the area very much but keeping his eye set on Malcolm. "I bet this guy is homeless, I'd put 20 bucks on it" The air seemed to get colder than it was previously, perhaps a cloud cover rolling in.
After following Malcolm for a bit longer it seemed like Malcolm began to run into someone else who looked strikingly similar to Malcolm. The man blurted out a name, "Tyson". Xander felt a little stumped, this guy obviously knew Malcolm but referred to him as Tyson. Xander quickly came to realization that Malcolm must have lied to him, what other explanation could there be. Xander thought it out a little more carefully wondering why the man would lie to him about his name. "If he was just simply homeless why would he lie" Xander muttered to himself again. Tyson became more of an oddity as Xander watched him from afar.
Xander decided that watching these 2 interact for a short time before stepping in to cause trouble would be the best for him. He could watch for a brief moment before deciding to step in. He smiled lightly planning to simply walk up to Tyson and say HEY MALCOLM WHATS UP, knowing full well now that his name was Tyson. Of course he was going to wait before walking up to the two, what would Tyson do now, because Xander wasn't really trying that hard to keep himself concealed, it was all a coincidence anyways or so Xander would say.
Tyson had attempted to put distance between them, unaware that Xander was keen to following him. In the middle of his jog, he had rounded another corner and bumped into Malcolm. The impact had caused him to fall backwards and onto his butt. He quickly rose from his feet, staring at Malcolm just as his name was called out. He froze in his spot, having been spotted by his older triplet just as arms suddenly wrapped around him. He couldn't help but melt in the embrace, having gone without it for what felt like too long. His eyes closed briefly before opening them up again.
"What brings you out here, Malcolm?" He asks slowly as he looks back at his brother. Out of all the people to find him out here, he honestly hadn't expected it to be his older brother. Not when he had been dodging police officers after it became known that he had run away from home. Oh great, I get to hear the crap from our parents... About how troubled I am and how I need to return to therapy more then ever now... He thought to himself, somewhat annoyed at the idea. Of course he wasn't planning on making it easy for them.
He was unaware that Xander was nearby, having followed him out here. Having figured out that he had given a false name to him. Maybe I could find a reason to stay out here, even if it was just a little bit longer. He thought to himself, looking around, barely noticing Xander at the last second. Oh great, he knows about my lie. I think... Now what? He thought to himself, refusing to tell Malcolm what he had said to Xander only a few minutes earlier.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Rapidly, Malcolm's heart pounded as he observed Tyson, overzealous about discovering the individual he sought for many days. He loved the youngest triplet, the person who assisted with his many pranks. Merely seeing Tyson brought forth sense happiness which lingered in his heart as he reached to embrace his brother. There was warmth shared between them in their hug, Malcolm enjoying every second of their embrace. Despite Tyson's dishevelled and dirty appearance, Malcolm hugged him tightly without any concerns about the situation.
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His brother melted into the embrace, Malcolm wondering if they both missed those magnificent hugs. The ones where they displayed their siblingly love for one another. Throughout the days since his brother ran away, the older blond longed for the instance he could reconnect with his brother. Those were Malcolm's desires, something as simple as interacting with his brother could manifest intense feelings of happiness. The embrace tightened as he listened to Tyson speak, a smile plastered onto Malcolm's face because of his discovery.
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"I was just going out for a stroll," Malcolm explained, his tone excited. "But now I have found you! I missed you so much, Tyson..."
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Gently, Malcolm pulled away to view Tyson's face, a broad smile on his face despite how his brother appeared. He was reassured seeing his brother alive, over-joyed finally holding him again and finally hopeful their family could be mended. Tyson was a McCavallor and furthermore, the triplet Malcolm wished to spend time with again. Heart fluttering, the eldest triplet accomplished a once over before giving Tyson a worried smile.
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"We should get you home... mom and dad miss you," Malcolm suggested hesitantly.
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Cracks of concern breached the older blond's expression as he made the suggestion. He knew discord between Tyson and their parents, but the relationship would not be repaired should the youngest triplet stay away from home. The prankster's objective was to hopefully mend their family structure and create the glorious return of his younger brother. Everybody missed Tyson, endless worries being spoken about as they searched for the youngest member of the McCavallor family. Police searched, the family searched and even family friends searched, however, nobody could find him until now.
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Alas, caution was required in this delicate situation... The warlock feared the notion of potentially upsetting Tyson and causing him to flee, therefore, he attempted to maintain some calmness. He wished for his brother to return, it was everything he wanted.
Xander was more than surprised at how quickly the two seemed to embrace each other. He felt a little more like a third world now more than ever, but Malcolm, had spotted him. Xander was sure Malcolm wasn't his name, he lied to him didn't he? Xander could've sworn he heard a different name called out by the other male whom now embraced the Malcolm he knew so tightly.
Xander walked up to the two casually as they embraced. He was curious, and although he didn't want to ruin their little moment, he wanted to know the true name of the Malcolm that lied to him. As he approached he really wondered what was going on between the two, why were they embracing each other. Perhaps that boy was lost and the other male had found him, it seemed to make sense, but why wouldn't the Malcolm tell him.
"Hey Malcolm, odd seeing you again so soon." Xander spoke so calmly you could never tell he purposely followed Malcolm here. After cutting into the embrace between the two, Xander was sure the person he was referring to as Malcolm wasn't Malcolm. This was because of the interactions between the male embracing him, so hopefully now he would get the truth out of one of the two. Why would he lie about his name? That was what was bugging Xander, he didn't really like it when people lied, but why his name? He could've lied about any number of things, or perhaps he did lie about more. The only way to find out sadly was to budge in onto these two weird guys embracing each other right? Xander was sure there was a reason for it.
Xander looked at the other male, the one who appeared to be older. He stared at him blankly wondering if anything about this guy would stick out. He looked very similar to Malcolm, whom Xander still didn't know the real name too. "Hey there." He added to the other male curiously wondering what kind of person he was.
Tyson remained in the embrace, slowly raising his arms to hug Malcolm for both comfort and to avoid having Malcolm notice how annoyed was about his early capture. It wasn't Malcolm, it was their parents. He didn't want to return home, he didn't want to return to them. Talking to Malcolm through telepathy wasn't the same as talking to him in person, oh how he missed this. The embrace had tightened as he asked his question. "I missed you too." He answered, thinking about how he had missed the rest of his family too, even though he still wasn't happy with his parents. Malcolm had pulled away, he stared back at his brother. What once was a grand reunion had turned tables for the worst as he decided at the last second that he wasn't ready to return home.
Thoughts of possibly trying for Malcolm had been pushed to the side as he was reminded of the fight between him and their parents just before he left. Before he had a chance to answer, Xander had walked up to them. He flinched when he had greeted him by his brother's name, since he had given him the wrong one earlier. Tyson slowly released Malcolm as he lifted his hand up to his neck to rub it nervously before saying, "Funny story.... you see my brother is named Malcolm." He answered, looking at Xander, feeling ashamed that he had lied to him like this, plus it meant admitting to the both of them what he had just done. It was everyday that he found himself talking with another person and seeing as Malcolm had caught him, there would be a chance of never returning to the street.
I should go before I get a lecture from either one of them. He thought to himself, knowing that besides owning Xander his name, he would also possibly have to explain his reason for his clothes. Though he had just met Xander, just like Malcolm, he didn't want to worry either one about what AP had done when he was in Aria Village. "Time to go." He answered, suddenly attempting to tug away from Malcolm, knowing fully well that he might not be able to out run him this time.
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] Nervousness feasted on Malcolm as he attempted to devise a plan to persuade the youngest triplet to return home. There was a tremble in his heart, the blond praying he would not push away his dearest brother. The only desire in Malcolm's head was bringing the bespectacled teen home. Mentally, the red-eyed teen was pleading Tyson would agree to return home, even if he was required to persuade him through the night. If there was a bitter cold that heralded frostbite, Malcolm would still be determined to stand and coax him home.
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A pang of happiness flowed through Malcolm when Tyson reciprocated the statement of missing one another. They stood together throughout school, their brotherly bond manifesting a close friendship between them. Thus there was hope he could sway his younger triplet into returning home. He stared at his younger brother, concern evident on his countenance as he glanced over Tyson's dishevelled appearance. The red-eyed triplet desired to haul Tyson home immediately so he could shower, get a fresh change of clothes and some needed rest.
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Before Malcolm could speak further, his red eyes noticed a man with long, purple hair approaching from the corner of the street. The stranger approached, eyes fixating on Tyson as he greeted the bespectacled blond with the name 'Malcolm'. An eyebrow raised as he glanced at his brother before shifting to the stranger. Why did he just refer to Tyson as Malcolm? He never interacted with the purple-haired man. Eventually, the blond's eyes focused on Tyson, listening to the words which caused surprise to flare.
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"What? Tyson... You know better," Malcolm stated quietly. "We should go home... I am worried about you."
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Worry arrived because Tyson felt required to borrow his name, thus he feared the situation. The blond desired to take his brother home, shower him in embraces and finally witness the smiling faces of his parents and sister. Suddenly, the situation changed as Tyson declared he needed to leave and pulled away, escaping the firm grip of Malcolm's fingers. Eyes widened as his brother turned to flee.
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"TYSON, COME BACK!" Malcolm exclaimed.
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Immediately, the blond began running after him, concerns about his brother escalating. He needed to catch Tyson and return him to the safety of their home. The warlock was sprinting behind Tyson, each quickly-paced step accomplished to follow his beloved younger triplet. Thoughts continued to plead, begging for the blue-eyed blond to stop running and change his mind and finally come home.
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