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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Eased with his apology, Peyton's attention was split between the conversation alongside the upcoming movement through Calico Forest. As a TRS hunter, the blond was given the weighty task of protecting the cart, however, he was not intimidated by the mission. Throughout the nobleman's life he served as a soldier, somebody charged with protecting others, and he was not keen on failing again. Greece was lost, his family impossible to find after their land was conquered by enemy forces. All anyone knew was that the infamous cavalier, Solomon Hayes.
As Peyton remained alert, the girls went silent, something which he did not expect. The pair seemed friendly towards one another, therefore, the blond had expected them to proceed with their conversation without hindrance. A disturbance amidst the crowd adverted the elite hunter's attention. Through the trees arrived an armored man, a child stationed upon his shoulders, riding the mysterious man. The man with a heavy-set of darker shaded armour, his physical features hidden beneath the protective, metallic cover.
When the man approached with the blonde girl, the young one approaching to sit beside Danika. Alas, what distracted Peyton was the somewhat-happy words he gave to Oliana. A brow raised, Peyton surprised that Oliana seemed to know plenty of people. It was odd watching his friend interact with people he knew nothing about. During Greece, their closeness made those occurrences rare, alas, they were separated for years. Introductions began again, the nobleman giving Canis a friendly smile and offered him a hand to shake.
"A pleasure to meet you, Canis," the friendly blond stated.
The nobleman's ties displayed themselves as he launched himself into a friendly and well-mannered greeting. In his childhood, his father always insisted on treating others with respect, specifically if they were allies. Thus, as his son, Peyton maintained those values, even if the kingdom which considered his blood noble was long gone. If the handshake was taken, the blond man would complete it before taking a step back.
she had thanked the girl that had sat next to her and offered and apple. it was probably not the best time to eat such a treat. considering that the terrain wasn't as smooth as it would be if they were on a paved road. besides it really looked good and she didn't want to make a mess.
it seemed like she had been the last person to get on the wagon. the rules were spoken, most of them were common sense, but it was good to remind people. like to stay seated while the wagon was in motion. no throwing object. now what in the world would they be throwing things at? for a second she had forgotten that this was a haunted hayride. there would probably be people that would jump out to scare them.
it wasn't too long after that that the wagon started to move.
Oliana observed their surroundings as the hayride continued to move, making sure that AP wasn't around up to their horrible deeds. Though it was true she was on duty here, she saw no point in standing when she could remain on the hayride and wait to see what would occur. So far the coast was clear, of course it just meant if nothing happened this time around she would be here until the remainder of her shift, thankfully Peyton would be here to keep her company all the while. If only he were closer though... I really wish I could snuggle his arm right about now. She thought to herself, daydreaming as she recalled her feelings upon first meeting him. If it wasn't for the fact he was married, she would have loved to have had him for herself a long time ago, but those thoughts were meant to remain in the past. "So Danika, do you have plans after this?" She asked, slowly breaking the silence that likely came between them.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Everybody had piled onto the wagon, sitting on the bails arranged to be benches. Seats were taken up, leaving limited spaces to be taken by the few individuals formerly standing. There were few locations to sit, one of those spots being beside Oliana. The blond-haired man's eyes glanced around as somebody declared it was time for everybody in the wagon to sit. The draugr's brown eyes noticing the seat next to Oliana.
A soft smile stretched across his face as Peyton stationed himself next to Oliana. Rough straw grazed his hands, poking through the pants of his TRS uniform. The blond hunter remained quiet as he adjusted his position, becoming comfortable on the hay bail seats. Words were exchanged between Oliana and Danika as Peyton remained quiet. Only moments later the rules were read by the people hosting the haunted hayride event. The expected rules were announced, the wagon drivers waiting until everybody was seated before they started.
Once satisfied, the wagon lurched forward, the sounds of hooves pounding on the trail reaching his ears. The wagon moved through the dark forest, Peyton's eyes watching for potential danger.
the wagon had started to move and danika found herself staring towards the front. she was rather excited as this was her first time in a long time. it seemed like every time she tried to go in the past things would come up. hearing her name she turned to face oliana and she shook her head."nothing in particular. this was pretty much all i thought of doing."she said with a laugh."what about you? oh you might still be working right?"
Oliana couldn't help but feel pleased when Peyton had climbed onto the hayride and had taken a seat next to her, slowly she moved to wrap her arm around his before adding, "Just to be safe that you don't go falling off on me." She teased, an excuse to snuggle his arm, not that she'd admit to it. "Oh I see." She answered her in return before adding, "I don't particularly have any plans." She admitted, slowly reaching up to scratch her cheek nervously. "I mean even when I'm not working, I'm working... I guess that would mean I'd be working even if they weren't having me on the schedule, you know?" She asked in return before lowering her hand back to her side. "How about you Peyton, what are your plans for this evening?" She asked, planning on dragging him in on this conversation. As the rules were read by the people hosting the haunted hayride event, she remained quiet, noticing as the wagon had started moving.
Though she found herself comfortable snuggling Peyton's arm, even without permission, she knew she had a job to do and that was to keep an eye out for AP activity. "This is going to be so much fun." She answered to both Danika and Peyton, of course still being observant, but any AP possibly lurking nearby didn't need to know that.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Quietly, Peyton had stationed himself on the straw bale, enjoying the familiar sensations. The pieces of straw poked through his uniform and the dusty scents were a familiar and nostalgic feeling. It reminded him of the laborious days where he would bed the horses inside the stables. The occasional snorts of the horses only established the nostalgic memory further into his mind. A deep breath was taken to enjoy the overall atmosphere summoned by memories of old. He was glad he received this mission since it was the opportunity to bask in enchanting memories involving his family.
Those thoughts were derailed when warmth encompassed his arm suddenly. Shock appeared on Peyton's countenance as his eyes flitted to the source of the grabbing. When his hazel eyes met the individual who accomplished the action, his cheeks turned a pale shade of red. There, clinging to his arm was Oliana who declared it was for the purpose of assuring he would not fall from the wagon. Something stirred inside Peyton's chest as his cheeks reddened further and he discovered himself becoming tongue-tied at the actions accompanied by the words.
As the pair spoke, Peyton only half-listened to their words as his flustered mind panicked over having Oliana snuggling his arm. For years, he secretly crushed on Oliana, but forbade any actions towards his desires because of the expectations weighing over his head. The noble blood running through his veins had resulted in him being given the responsibility to marry nobility. However, now he found himself uncertain because of the abandonment of olden day expectations, ranks and responsibilities. His wife was long lost, or at least, he believed they were separated long enough for their vows to be naught.
Now everything he wanted in a partner was clinging to his arm, suggesting a flirtatious interaction to display interest in pursuing a relationship. It stunned him, leaving him uncertain in this entire situation. His mind was unfocused until he was startled back into reality by his name. He narrowly heard the offered question stated by Oliana. It was related to his plans for the evening.
"Well... I mostly plan on working, it's why I'm here. So not much," he answered, a slight bashfulness to his voice.
They proceeded down a darkened path filled with trees and weaving paths. A creepy music track was played on the wagon as the horses trotted through the woods. Halloween decorations covered the trees and somewhere between them was the people wearing costumes preparing to jump out and scare them. The wagon eventually slowed in an area with a fogginess engulfing it. People stiffened as they prepared, knowing the first scare would arrive shortly.
danika smiled softly. she knew that feeling very well. whenever she could she would cover other people's shifts, only if they needed someone to cover them. it's not like she went around asking people to not work. she found other ways to preoccupy her time at work. there was always something that needed to be done.
she laughed softly as she heard peyton's response. it seemed like she was among workaholics. though really the only reason she wasn't working tonight, was because she wanted to come out and enjoy the haunted hay ride. seeing as she had been distracted by the conversation. she failed to see the people coming towards them for a scare. she had jumped slightly, startled by the unexpected sounds behind her.
Oliana giggled when she heard Peyton's answer, finding it rather adorable unaware that she had been the cause behind it. Though it hadn't swayed her from releasing his arm, finding herself rather comfortable here. As the hayride had come to a stop, she found herself distracted and failed to notice until the last second when somebody had jumped out to scare them. She jumped slightly, only because despite being on duty, she was enjoying this so much. Oh how she craved being allowed to snuggle Peyton's arm and now that she had it, she desired nothing more than to savor the moment. Remember, you're on duty.... She thought to herself, trying to refrain from becoming distracted again as she focused on their surroundings. Should any AP be nearby, she planned to put a stop to their evil deeds, or at the very least give them an ass kicking they'd surely remember for the years to come.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]A fluttering echoed inside Peyton’s chest as his heart reacted to Oliana’s continued actions. The white-haired woman had her hands wrapped around his upper arm. The affectionate gestures being accomplished maintained the bashful emotions being displayed on Peyton’s countenance. He attempted to focus on the changing environment. The passing trees as the sounds of clicking hooves accompanied by the subtle squeak of old wagon wheels reached his ears... however the overwhelming sound of his heartbeat conquered the sounds.
Nobody else could hear the reaction of his heart, but to him it sounded louder than a drum. Despite this reaction, Peyton was secretly enjoying this interaction with Oliana. His arranged marriage with his wife resulted in the inability to explore the possibility of a relationship with the renown Hero of Rome. Alas… he always enjoyed Oliana’s company and still did... Originally, he was a married man bound by word, but with freedom he nervously contemplated his options. The warmth created because of Oliana reminded him of the incredible woman his heart always desired.
Their wagon clacked to a stop, fog pouring into the area. Suddenly, people jumped from the darkness, horses being kick started into a gallop as people screamed. Out of surprise, Peyton jolted, posture straightening from the creepy costumes. They clearly went all out on the Halloween festivities. Noises echoed through the forest, howls and spooky sounds from a soundtrack designed for Halloween. Eventually, they arrived to a scene where props of dismembered limbs littered the ground while a burly man held an ax in his hands, a mask covering his face.
The man watched as the horses and trailer approached, eyes observing and body taking a combative stance. The posture prompted a brow furrow from Peyton as he watched the man closely.
dankia laughed softly. she hadn't been expecting to be scared so soon. she was glad to see that she hadn't been the only that had been surprised. the hayride continued and danika glanced around, now she would be ready. though let's be honest she would probably get scared more than once this night. she brushed her hair back behind her ear before turning to face oliana and petyon. she had been too busy getting scared that she hadn't noticed their reactions."do they get you?"she asked them with a smile.
Oliana couldn't help but feel at home getting to snuggle his arm. It seemed so harmless since his wife wasn't nearby, besides it was just a friendship, what was the harm in this? She tried convincing herself of how okay this was, even though in the pit of her stomach she believed otherwise. It wasn't like Peyton had pushed her away, so perhaps they were in agreement on her snuggling his arm during their duty to watch for any suspicious activity. While she had jumped, having been scared only to notice Peyton jolt, posture straightening. "Yes they did." She answered Danika in return before they made it to another scene, she awaited to be scared once more.
[attr="class","ren"]HEROES MUST MARCH ON, THUS I MARCH!
[attr="class","peytonspeech"]Wagon wheels clicked along the old dirt path, scares being planned around every corner. Throughout the forest were ghoulishly dressed individuals preparing to spook them and TRS hunters carrying out their duties. Alas, as they approached a spookier attraction, Peyton found himself tense. The knife yielding man stared through the eye slits of the hockey mask, trailing them as they drew closer and closer.
The wagon's trot slowed further, tension forming from a gradual build-up as everybody was provided the chance to view the monster. Despite Oliana snuggling his arm, the male draugr's eyes remained fixated on the mysterious man as they passed by. Closer and closer.. Distance was nonexistent as they prepared to pass by, Peyton glancing over the fake limbs before noticing something obscured in the bushes. His eyes squinted before widening as he noticed a more realistic body propped against a tree.
Closer and close. The hunter's eyes flitted back towards the knife wielding stranger, unable to notice the wicked grin hidden beneath a mask. Darkness was created from the stranger, forming into large spikes. This was not the original attendant of the station, but a disguiser. Genuine screams mingled with the sound recording as people began realizing the situation. The spikes were launched, but before anything could hit, a barrier of light was created, the spikes crashing into it. The blond-haired blocked the attack, refusing to let anything through.
she laughed softly after hearing oliana's response. dankia wasn't the only one that had been taken by surprise. had she not been talking then perhaps there would of been a chance that she wouldn't of gotten startled, but let's be honest she enjoyed getting scared.
it wasn't too long after that the screams picked back up. she looked around. had she missed that jump scare? though the more the screams continued the more she felt like something was wrong. these sounded like actual screams. she turned towards the driver to see if they knew what was going on. she had managed to stand up and slowly move closer to the driver. the sounds of things crashing caught her attention. she watched as spikes were thrown at them, but they didn't make impact with people. which was good. she turned to face oliana and peyton."what can i help you guys with?"there wasn't much she could do, but she was willing to help them with whatever she could.
Oliana had noticed the sudden spikes being launched and had released Peyton's arm, planning to take sudden action but Peyton had beaten her too it. "Stay on the hayride and call for backup." She answered, having stood to slip passed Peyton to jump off the hayride. She never used her radio as her time as a TRS hunter, but the comment was so if the driver were to start going, reinforcements would be on the way while things were handled here. The Disguiser once more created spikes with the hope of attacking any and everybody. She summoned her armour before advancing forward with her sword in hand, knowing that Peyton would likely handle the spikes, meaning she'd be able to handle the close in combat. She swung her sword just as the Disguiser moved back to flee from her presence, she used enhanced speed to block its path, determined to slay it.
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