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 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.
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The looming structure of ice stood tall before the young angel as she stared up at the tall icy towers. It was a hulking giant of ice that covered a good portion of Wanderer's Meadow and due to the tourism spark it required guarding. A beautiful castle of ice was wonderful, but the largeness of the icy wonderland made it incredibly difficult to protect the premises. Thus, the sergeant known as Kaitlynn Harris offered the mighty building a sigh of annoyance. Despite her tactful attitude, it was still difficult to keep the tourist attraction safe. The sheer size allowed terrors a better chance to slip through the cracks or borrow into some unknown cavern. Patrols did their part to keep the dastardly creatures out, but it was never a permanent remedy and naturally people would get hurt.
In a hasty manner, Kaitlynn's hands reached up to adjust the collar of her TRS uniform so it rested halfway up. A caution was kept in her quick movements since she knew the sharpened nails on her metal gauntlets could easily puncture the fabric. Carefully, she brushed some of her dark brown hair with purple tips out of her face. As usual, the female angel wore the purple makeup she had come to treasure. Light purple tinged her lips meanwhile a darker shade eye shadow covered her upper eye lids. The eyelashes were also given the usual treatment, making them look bolder and longer opposed to the drab regular appearance. A slow exhale escaped in a cloud of steam the sergeant's lips while she turned away from the wall. Staring at the huge structure was not going to properly protect it alongside the people within the icy walls. Her gaze drifted across the treeline before remaining a few moments on the path.
A few moments were taken to watch the copious amounts of tourists filter in and out of the temporary establishment. Smiles were held on a majority of faces which suggested the enjoyment that awaited on the inside; perhaps she should ask her brother to attend the festivities with her sometime. Whether or not Daniel would enjoy it was an entirely different question, but it would be worth a shot nonetheless. After a few seconds of her eyes lingering on the entrance, Kaitlynn turned away. She had arrived to her post early and there had been no reports filtering in quite yet. A pause was taken before the angel summoned her white wings, stretching them out to reveal her large wingspan. Carefully, she surveyed the treeline to make certain there were no terrors lurking close to the current section. Once she was assured, the large white wings began to flap and lift the adult woman into the air.
Sweeping the area would be quicker if she flew, and it would be an excellent way to do an initial overlook. Afterwards time could be spent on a slow walk back towards this location to check for any damages or terrors lurking around the walls. With that in mind, Kaitlynn brought herself high into the sky before angling her body and stretching her wings for a smooth glide around the main gate. Based on an first inspection, the wall was well maintained and only bore the odd few scratch marks and insignificant pieces of damages. The treeline lacked the hideous creatures and from what Kaitlynn's ears could tell there was no clanking of machinery. A quick gaze was taken on the inside of the structure, a young child seeing her in flight and offering some wild waving. It caused a smile to become plastered on the angel's face; it reminded her of the reason to join the TRS. It was to protect these innocent people from the harsh reality that Zeredah would have created. She flew downwards and began to slow her acceleration in order to land on the snow covered ground.
She landed on the edge of the patrolling area, the sergeant soon turned on her heel and began walking back the way she flew. Gently, her wings settled across her back to avoid being a hassle to her walking. There was a content expression on Kaitlynn's face while she walked back and assessed the border alongside the outer area. Just as a majority of hunters, she was willing to sacrifice her life in order to keep the innocent citizens safe from the Zeredah's horrible creatures. While she walked, the woman flexed her hands within the metal gauntlets. Small clicks were made while the metal gloves were moved without a single squeak which tugged the corner of the angel's lips up. She was prepared to do battle with whatever creature came her way, but for now it was time to remain patient and head back towards the beginning of the patrol section. If she was correct, Kaitlynn had been informed that she would be working with another individual and they were likely there now unless they were late. With that in mind, the sergeant picked up her pace and prepared herself mentally to provide an introduction to this individual; should they be there that was.
Crunch crunch, crunch crunch. The sound of snow being crushed under many pairs of boots and shoes,the happy chatter of crowds slowly fading to weary mumbles and whispers. This was not an odd sight for the woman, the Huntress keeping steady pace and a firm gaze pointed forward. The ice and snow were really very pretty, but winter would always be her least favorite time of the year. Most of her plants died out during the winter, waiting for the warmer days to come. She simply had to wait it out, though she had no real rush.
In the same calm and calculated pace her hands frisked herself, gently smoothing out any possible creases in her uniform and making sure all her buttons were upright. She adjusted the cuffs of her sleeves and made sure her grappling gauntlets were well adjusted and comfortable. She did all this out of habit, her hands making the final check to make sure her collar was high as her breath made soft clouds. Sometimes routine was all you could fall back to in these trying times.Her ruby red eyes scanned the treeline as she watched, the black scleras driving home her demonic appearance. Granted she didn’t need much help; her ashen grey skin was a big tell along with her horns, one snapped at the halfway point and the other curving around her skull from her forehead and over her platinum blonde hair, pulled into a tight and efficient braid that rested over her right shoulder, and finally her tail which trailed behind her. She used to try and hide her features, embarrassed of her heritage. Now she simply didn’t care.
On her way there she didn’t have much interaction or problem, the crowd parting in her wake. People were still touchy on the subject of Volos’ children. She couldn’t blame them really, all things considered. But at the very least they didn’t outright attack her, probably thanks to the TRS uniform she wore. She exhaled extra hard once, a long billow of smoke leaving her as she did. She’d been ordered to keep watch on the castle and so she would. No complaints there. She just wondered who she’d be paired up with and hoped there would be no problems.
When she did eventually arrived at the established meet point she was met with an empty post. The woman would raise a curious brow, nose wrinkling as she sniffed and turned to inspect the area. Even here, clearly standing guard for their sake the inhabitants went out of their way to keep a perimeter around her. On the plus side it made for a clear view. And a view she did see; in the distance she spotted a brunette with purple tips, the TRS uniform and…pure white wings.
Confidence graced Kaitlynn's stride while she walked back towards the meeting place. The initial analysis suggested an easy guard shift, but the angel was not foolish enough to let her guard fall. Deception could be at play since fear eaters could easily be hiding in the shadowy depths of the trees waiting to pounce on unsuspecting citizens. While she walked briskly towards the meeting place, Kaitlynn adjusted her customized gauntlets. The pieces had been given a modification to store the electrical currents she created in order to strengthen them. For a moment, the sergeants eyes strayed upwards to find the crowd displaying odd behavior. It was as though they were attempting to avoid something, but no panic marked their faces. A confused expression entered the brunette's face, her head tilting to the right side slightly. Certainly, there were no terrors unless a disguiser had entered the mix with its unruly odor.
The thought caused Kaitlynn's pace to increase, carrying her towards the crowd quickly. Immediately, the sergeant's purple eyes began scrutinizing the crowd in an attempt to discover the disturbance. Entering the people congested area resulted in her wings pressing closer to her back. That was when her gaze noticed a woman with blonde hair, almost white, and features that were clearly belonging to demons; a tail and a pair of horns (one of which was broken). A TRS uniform embraced her body, marking her as a comrade in arms and her closeness towards the guard post made it obvious to the angel that this was her partner. For a merely a second, Kaitlynn hesitated. It was rare that she obtained the opportunity to work with species that belonged to Hell, or Volos' children as some stated. Naturally, the rumors about them being horrible creatures had touched her ears, but one could never be certain.
There were plenty of angels who were horrible, only maintaining their crisp white wings due to their own moral beliefs. Who was to say that demons could not be kind if angels could be evil? A glance was taken towards the bright red star on the right side of her chest; she was a sergeant and she had to treat people equally. With that, Kaitlynn's straightened her posture as she walked closer to her demon comrade with thoughts of a perfect introduction running through her head. A small smile came across the angel's lips, she wanted to keep a pleasant air around her. Once she drew close enough to the female demon, who was presumably her guarding partner, Kaitlynn offered her hand. It was something that the brunette preferred avoiding since her gauntlet always seemed a bit clunky due to the adjustments.
"Hey, I guess we're working together today, eh?" Kaitlynn began smoothly. "Name's Kaitlynn Harris. I'm the sergeant of unit 2. Now speak up, it will be easier to work together if you offer up your name."
Despite the slight nervousness in her mind over speaking to a demon, the sergeant managed to fight through and offer a smooth greeting. There were always moments where she was forced to report to superiors and during those moments she could fend off those anxious feelings. A silence was taken by Kaitlynn to allot the stranger time to offer her name alongside any addition information she may provide.
"By the way, I arrived early so I did a quick area sweep," the angel stated. She stretched her wings to their full wingspan to subtly indicate the method of which she accomplished that. "Nothin' looks array based on an initial overlook. Checked out the walls walking back and they have no serious damage. Did you manage to catch anything while headin' here?"
A tone of friendliness was maintained while she spoke as an attempt to set a pleasant atmosphere for both of them. Demons and angels were always depicted as polar opposites and Kaitlynn was hoping that was not the case here. Especially since her polar opposite would be a spineless whimp which would definitely be difficult to work with. While the sergeant's purple eyes remained on the demon woman, there was a curious glint held in them. She was interesting in witnessing demons were truly like since her biological parents chastised her against speaking to Hell species due to her Heaven affiliation. It only fed her interest in meeting one and now the perfect opportunity had been provided to her to do just that.
It took a little bit of effort not to grimace at her own luck. Humans were often bad enough with their prodding eyes and accusing whispers. It was normal, it was human to be initially weary of something different than they were. Angels, however, were another deal entirely. Her previous experience with the winged children of Akari had been anything but pleasant, the marks of their passage in her life still lingering on her arms and legs. She shook her head to put the thoughts away for now, another heavy sigh blowing another little cloud from her mouth. She'd just have to trust this one wouldn't label her an impure heretic and roll with whatever happened.
The woman held out a hand as she approached, posture straight and a small smile adorning her face. She was being courteous and proper, something Bea could appreciate. Those kind of people usually followed the rules and their orders closely. The demon would extend her own hand, her grappling gauntlets allowing fairly free and easy movement as she clasped the angel's hand in greeting. Out of the corner of her eye she peered the star on her uniform marking her as her superior.
"Yes, Sergeant. I am Bea Aggro, huntress of unit three. Please use me as you see fit"
Her voice was firm and to the point, lacking any real emotion behind it. Her eyes drooped half closed all the time, the combination of which might give off the impression she didn't want to be there. At the Sergeants question Bea offered a small shake of the head. "No, Sergeant. Everything was as close to normal as it could be. Nothing disturbing the people to report."
Of course she didn't have to mention that the people around them did what they could to avoid her. From the corner of her eye she could see some tossing glances at the pair; an angel with her pure white wings and a demon with its horns, both dressed in TRS uniforms. Two beings often seen as being as different as night and day working for the same ends. She'd probably stare too, if she still cared.
"I apologize if I'm out of line, Sergeant," she began, dragging a finger under her nose as she sniffed. She really hated winter. "But if I may ask, what are today's orders? Are we to stand by the gates, or shall we patrol the perimeter? Shall we do so as a group or shall we split our forces? Do you believe the perimeter held around us by the people is appropriate or do you suppose it might be simpler if I were to go out of sight?"
She was simple and straightforward, some might call her boring. But Bea wasn't someone that felt comfortable being a social bee. She felt most in her element when under orders with a clear objective in sight, even if that objective was to simply stand her ground and watch out for threats.
A majority of first meetings were spent with an attempt for mostly eye contact, but in this case, Kaitlynn's curiosities got the better of her. Those horns the mysterious woman had kept her attention for a few moments. One being broken only furthered the young angel's interest, but she managed to pry her eyes away and focus on the woman's face after a few moments. The concept of meeting a demon was making the angel oddly zealous since she always had desires to meet one herself. All the stares and people avoiding them were ignored by Kaitlynn; if they could not release the past then so be it. Shaking the woman's hand felt no different than anybody else's and she was an individual like anybody else. While the hand shaking occurred, the sergeant managed to hear every little clink of her gauntlet; it always seemed a little louder due to the modifications.
When the woman began to introduce herself, a surprised look crossed the angel's face at the emotion lacking tone the female demon used. It suggested that perhaps she had no desire to be there; perhaps because Kaitlynn was an angel? The sergeant was praying that was not the case. Working together would be difficult if one hated the other after all. Being apart of the hunting division meant being capable of cooperating with your fellow hunters alongside the other divisions. Once the hand shake was finished, Kaitlynn withdrew her hand and gently opened and closed to make certain nothing was out of place within the gauntlet. When she was sure everything was alright, her eyes returned to making eye contact with the demon while she answered her question.
"Excellent, thank-you, Bea," Kaitlynn began. A pause was taken before she offered Bea a smile. "Also, feel free to call me Kaitlynn, I'm not a stickler for formalities."
For a quick moment, Kaitlynn preformed a quick survey of the area, her purple eyes looking over the distant treeline. When her eyes looked over the crowd, the sergeant favoured an annoyed frown; were people really this terrified of demons? It reminded her of her parents in a way and how they would consistently keep away any species associated with Hell like the plague. Her attention returned to Bea when the girl spoke and continued with a few questions. While keeping her focus on the demon's words, Kaitlynn swiftly and cautiously fixed her uniform. Smoothing the wrinkles during the few moments of calm that were granted to her. A lip tight grin crossed her lips while she placed her hands atop her hips.
"Well, aren't we straight to the point? Anyways, nothing to apologize for, Bea," Kaitlynn stated. Then continued with a smile. "Anyways, based on the orders I have received our main duty is the gate alongside the small perimeter around it. We should likely stay as team, easier to fight that way and if we feel the need to check the gate I will just get an aerial view. As for staying out of sight, unnecessary. People avoiding you would actually assist us in passing through the crowd."
With that said, Kaitlynn beckoned with her hand for Bea to follow her as she turned towards the crowd again. Another quick glance of the area was taken, the angel's pace remaining slow to assure a more thorough observation. Nothing seemed out of place, thus she continued while looking over at her demon companion.
"I don't see anything off putting here, what do you think?" Kaitlynn inquired.
It was as though she was speaking to any colleague considering the smooth tone of her voice and the friendliness it possessed. She genuinely desired to become close allies with the mysterious demon since they were both TRS hunters, although, they were in different units. Nonetheless, it seemed like an excellent concept that Kaitlynn was becoming determined to achieve.
Bea's lips twitched a little as she noticed the Angel's stares, curious eyes inspecting the horns on her head. She made no comment on it and met her gaze when it returned to her eyes, the same half-lidded expression on her face. If she was curious she'd ask and the demon would answer. Otherwise the subject would be left well alone. If she were honest with herself she was a little on edge, the scars on her arms and ankles feeling hotter and hotter as time went on. It was all in her head she was sure, but it was something she couldn't get away from this time. She rolled her shoulders and craned her neck a little to get rid of the stiffness but she never made an attempt to avoid her gaze.
Her surprised look confused her a little but she let it slide. She watched as she retracted her hand and tested her gauntlet, actions that drew a small nod and 'hmph' of approval from the demon. Bea nodded as she was thanked, her head tilting as she took pause before continuing with her request which drew another nod from her. "As you say...Kaitlynn" She spoke her name slowly, as if trying to get herself used to saying it.
As Kaitlynn surveyed the area Bea chose to scan the crowd, red and black eyes meeting the curious gazes of the guests. Some shriveled, some pretended not to see her, all of them walked right on. Not that she was looking to meet any of them; she was trying to pick out odd behavior or noise. So far it seemed clear enough.
The angel's reply to her question made her blink, but nod. "Very well...Kaitlynn." she said, quietly following as she was beckoned along. They may as well be a pair of sharks with the guests parting in their wake, though she supposed it was more like Bea was the shark and Kaitlynn was the remora swimming in her wake. When the other woman turned to her to speak she raised her brows, keeping pace with her.
"Nothing on the surface, no. Odd, considering the size of this...thing, and the amount of people here." She said, speaking a little more than she normally would so as to offer the Sergeant something to work with. She could tell the other woman wanted very much to make things as smooth as possible, an action she could appreciate. But short and curt were just how she was; there wasn't much for her to do about it.
While Kaitlynn interacted with Bea, she worked to rummage the information about demons that she knew; the stuff that was not rumored based. Luckily, unlike vampires, demons were not nearly as light sensitive which meant the angel had open access to use her light manipulation should they end up in a scuffle. Unfortunately though, the young woman knew little about demons other than small trivial things and the possible truths to be picked out of rumors based around their abilities. The partnership required knowledge of each team's skills, which meant that Kaitlynn would be required to question Bea for facts she should know. For a moment, the brunette pursed her lips in a moment of thought until it transformed into a grin.
"Bea, should we end up in combat it may be good to tell me how you excel in battle. Go into detail if you must, but I would appreciate knowing your abilities since I am familiarized with demons myself. Afterwards, you may inquire me on information you may need to learn about me." The sergeant suggested in a friendly manner, emphasizing it with the broadening of her smile.
As the first name protocol was initiated, it seemed to grow strange to a degree. The manner of which Bea spoke her name was almost as though she was familiarized with it. Did demons prefer professionalism? Perhaps using the formal army titles simply allowed them to feel more comfortable, like part of a team. It was a rather presumptuous concept, but being clueless about the species who was seen as her opposite made it incredibly difficult. Either way, her fellow hunter agreed to the concept which certainly meant she was unperturbed by the idea, right? An inaudible sigh escaped Kaitlynn's lips, this was more difficult than she initially thought. When they entered the crowd was definitely an oddity for the angel since everybody seemed keen on keeping a wide radius around them- no, around Bea. If the sergeant had walked through with her crisp white wings they would have no even batted an eye, or perhaps even looked to her with awe. As they marched, the white wings on the angel's back began to disappear for the time being. An on-foot mission was easier without having to luge those heavy limbs everywhere after all.
As Bea began speaking about the oddity of nothing being disturbed considering the large population of the event, the angel nodded in agreement. This event seemed like a prime target for Zeredah and her horrendous terrors to attack. The sergeant's purple eyes drifted towards the treeline, squinting in an attempt to see through the dark, but to no avail. Could that be where they were hiding?
"Let's do a quick walk across the treeline then. Those shadows could be hiding something," Kaitlynn suggesting.
This time, her voice held an air of command to it; the kind that was oftentimes considered befitting of a leader figure. There was a strength held within it, alongside a suspicion towards the concept of where the terrors could hide. Without waiting for a proper answer, the angel began to stride towards the trees. There were no intentions to enter the forest itself, merely to skim the outer rim to make certain nothing was hiding within the darkness. A moment was taken to check if Bea was following her, but even if she was paces behind, Kaitlynn still spoke.
"Let me know if you see anything," the sergeant stated.
Should there be a high level terror, they would be required to work together in order to defeat the creature. Naturally, the angel was praying that her suspicions were incorrect since that meant fighting close to the crowd of innocents which was a dangerous procedure.
Bea kept steady pace with her partner, never falling neither a step behind nor going a step ahead. Her head faced straight forward but her eyes meticulously inspected everything around her, half-lidded as they were. The demon took her job seriously despite appearances, her gauntleted hands closed into half-fists. She didn't want to appear menacing, but she felt awkward letting herself relax while on the job. No matter how slow it seemed to be.
Kaitlynn's words drew her gaze, eyes peering at her from out the corner of her field of vision. She supposed it was only logical to know what each other could and couldn't do since they were to work together, and it was best to avoid any awkward mishaps before they happened. She lifted a hand, her fingers catching a strand of her own hair and twirling it in idle thought for a moment before she caught herself, rigidly releasing it and assuming a neutral stance once more.
"Well," she'd begin, her hand smoothing her uniform as it was lowered. "Please do not bless me." She said in her own little version of a joke, the only indication of such being the twitch in the corner of her mouth. Clearing her throat she'd continue, face stern and serious this time. "I am most comfortable up close. My body is durable and I possess knowledge of healing hexes, so please do not hesitate to strike if you see an opportunity present itself" She finished, tossing a glance at Kaitlynn. If the angel read into it the message would be clear; 'Please try and avoid striking me with anything holy'
As they continued she'd turn her head forward again before breathing deeply once and exhaling, the long conversations taking their own little toll on her. "Now I will ask, Kaitlynn. Do you prefer to fight from a distance?" She asked, posing her question rather simply. It was to her understanding, granted from a somewhat biased world view, that when angels had struggles of power they preferred not to dirty their hands if they didn't have to. Of course she knew this wasn't true for all of them, as no wars were won with an army of archers, but the thought remained in her mind.
Bea quietly followed Kaitlynn after that, simply offering a nod when she suggested they should investigate the tree-line. The demon's eyes kept to the shadows, tail trailing gently behind her as they went. She didn't make a comment when Kaitlynn hid her wings but she was loathe to admit she felt a little more at ease now that they were gone.
As they continued the patrol, Kaitlynn's purple eyes continued surveying the area. There was an alertness in her composure, her back straight and gaze flitting towards the various hiding places for terrors, including the crowd. Disguisers were able to infiltrate easily considering their capabilities with hiding in plain sight. A moment was taken to check on her ally, who seemed to be plenty capable to keeping pace; that was something the sergeant enjoyed seeing. It would be rather unfortunate to possess an ally who could not even keep pace. Although the angel failed to notice the joke's sign, she still found a gentle chuckle escaping her mouth at the mentioning of not blessing Bea. A tiny smile pulled the corners of the sergeant's lips up at what the demon had stated.
"I will make certain not to. If it makes you feel better, I'm not that good at blessing anyways. They tire me out too quickly, so I don't have any plans on using them." She responded, putting reassurance into her voice while she spoke.
As Bea began speaking, mentioning her various capabilities, the angel listened attentively to what the demon had to say. Each word was analyzed, Kaitlynn already thinking of the best way she could work up with close-range partner. It was sensible that a person who could endure injury would work fighting close up to the threat. Her focused remained on the concept, the sergeant failing to notice the glance that her fellow TRS agent gave her. For a few moments, the brunette's thoughts remained on strategy while her eyes continued sweeping. Kaitlynn's arms remained at her sides, swaying back and forth while she continued marching at her steady pace. Her attention only returned to Bea upon hearing the range based question that her ally asked. It caused Kaitlynn to close and open her gauntlet covered hands at the thought; they were, in a way, her primary weapons after all.
"Yes, but mostly mid-range. Keep in mind, I can work at further and closer distances if required. I use my electricity manipulation the most. I find it works better with a little distance, but not enough to allow the bolts to stray." There was a moment of hesitation until the angel realized she had yet to mention something. "Speaking of which, if we get into a struggle, don't touch my hands. My gauntlets are designed to hold electricity, almost like charging up a battery. Which means touching them can give a nasty shock, in battle that is."
There had been a few unfortunate rookies who had attempted to pull her out of the way of something only to discover the horrible sensation of being directly shocked by the brunette's battle gauntlets. The accidental victims to her gauntlets always made full recoveries, although, it was after a long amount of time painfully healing. As they continued towards the treeline, Kaitlynn glanced behind her when her partner did not offer a verbal answer, finding herself pleased to see Bea following. Once assured that she was not alone near the shadows, her purple eyes glanced back towards the shadow infested forest. The sergeant's eyes narrowed as he continued searching, ignoring the noises of feet crunching on snow, idle chatter and various other sounds of enjoyment to focus on the forest. For a moment, the angel stiffened when she heard a twig snap, stopping for a moment to scan the area she believed the sound diverged from. It could be a simple forest animal, but there was always that chance of something more villainous lurking.
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