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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Zephyr glanced at his notes. Technically, he wasnt supposed to do any medical related experiments. Not since the last time, when he had helped out a Hunter who lost his arm. It wasnt Zeph's fault the arm went out of control. The Hunter failed to report for an OS update for the programming to prevent Technopaths from tampering with it...
But this wasnt technically medical. It was Dietary. Field Rations, to be precise. The issue for most hunters, was that proper nutrition required time, or the consumption of foul tasting nutrient bars. Zephyr knew the pain of this. And he had decided to take on the challenge of making field rations that were nutritionally complete, and didnt taste like the wrong end of a monkey with dysentery.
So far only six of the thirty-five experimental foods stuffs had resulted in injury or illness. That was actually well below the standard for him. Now that he weeded out the dangerous one by self testing, it was time to find a volunteer to test the taste of the flavors he had created for the other 29 different nutrient supplements.
There were 7 gels, 5 pastes, and 6 liquids, and 11 cereal bar types. Now he had added natural and artificial flavorings, using his specially designed flavor infusing device. There were samples in flavors ranging from dinner type, with meat and vegetable flavors, to dessert and breakfast, with fruit, yogurt and chocolate flavors, but no actual chocolate, due to its danger to Shifters.
Now he just needed a willing volunteer...his own sense of taste was currently...out of commission due to the effects of the 5th of the six failures...his tongue would take a few weeks to regrow the taste buds...
Bosco had been sleeping on the couch when he had suddenly heard a noise, hinting that the door had been opened. It wasn't everyday that he managed to sneak out and it likely wouldn't be the last either. Ever since he had ran away from home, he couldn't help but love the idea of getting out more often. Being in the house was great and all but he loved exploring, if only Orion took him out more often instead of having to go to work. He let out a yawn before standing, he would then proceed to jump from the couch and head towards the door to see that it wasn't closed all the way.
It was likely safe to assume Orion's aunt had met for it to slam closed on her way out but seeing as it had failed to close all the way, he would still be able to, if careful, paw it open. So he lifted his paw in the air, attempting to carefully tug it open. It had been a slow process but as soon as the door opened, he bolted outside and down the street. A shout could be heard when Orion's aunt likely noticed the door wide open. At first he thought to try a second time to find Orion but later found himself at the TRS HQ. A scent caught his nose and he headed towards Zephyr office before going into the crate, sitting down as he watched Zephyr from afar.
Blood pumped through Nyla's veins, excitement roaming through her as she peeled away the covers and escaped the comfortable embrace of her bed. Today, the blonde was determined to converse with her current curiosity, Zephyr Wolfe, the TRS inventor and the man who had assisted with her weaponry. The female shifter was determined to interact with the mysterious, dark-haired man again. She decided the time arrived to interact with the man again, especially considering how much she enjoyed their previous conversation.
Hastily, the young blonde began sorting through her closet, picking a pair of skinny jeans, a long white-sleeved shirt and a simple red hoodie. Without hesitation, Nyla changed from her sleeping attire into the chosen outfit for the autumn morning. With long-legged strides, she exited her room, heading into the bedroom to brush her hair, pulling back the semi-long locks into a simple ponytail kept together by a beautiful, red ribbon. Once satisfied, a spritz of special, milder perfume designed specifically for shifters was sprayed on her chest.
The perfume itself was a flowery scent, something which Nyla rarely wore, however, there were moments where requirement called for subtle changes. Briefly, the fox shifter stared at herself in the mirror before grabbing a cloth and washing her face. Once prepared, Nyla hung the cloth up and exited the washroom, returning to her bedroom. There, Nyla's slender fingers plucked her phone and wallet from her bedside table. The items were shoved into the depths of her pocket, safely tucked away for while she journeyed to the TRS headquarters.
Fortunately, the blonde had the day off, hopefully allowing her to enter the building and potentially talk to Zephyr. An excuse was already created, something related to Zephyr possibly doing a glance over of her weapons to assure everything was operational, specifically the magical components. Alas, the blonde would only inform the nosy individuals of those intentions since she planned on informing the inventor she merely wished to spend time with him. And should he be busy? Well, Nyla would smoothly suggest possibly meeting after he was finished work for some sort of date hangout.
Everything was planned, leaving the fox shifter to pray Murphy's Law would not demonstrate itself on this beautiful, autumn day. The young blonde hurried towards the front door, promptly opening it and closing it behind her before weaving down the sidewalks with hopes she could manage a positive conversation with the man she wished to. There were no promises on what the future held, however, she was required to take the steps in an attempt to reach the desired outcome. Faster her steps became, the woman's runners hitting the pavement in a quick, rhythmic motion.
Eagerness filled her being as her long legs carried her closer to the Terror Response Syndicate headquarters and through the glass doors of the front office. Nobody verbally questioned the huntress' arrival since few people were aware she was never supposed to enter those doors on this autumn day. Down the corridors she ventured, ducking past people with the assistance of her enhanced hearing and smoothly arriving on the doorstep to Zephyr's lab. A confident smile traced her pink lips, the shifter standing tall as she provided herself with a mental pep talk.
Everything would be alright, she would successfully converse with Zephyr then perhaps invite him to walk through the Calico Forest to view the scenery. While everything was preparing for winter, bunches of leaves still clung to the branches and furthermore, the tourism had slowed significantly since the height of the colour-changing season. Thus, it became the most opportune time for a simple, relaxing stroll. A deep breath was dragged into the depths of Nyla's lungs and exhaled slowly before she brought her closed hand up and softly knocked on the door.
Now the only obstacles which stood between her and the objective was patiently waiting for Zephyr to answer the door and smoothly flowing through a conversation with him.
Zeph noted Bosco entering and sitting down, but was more heavily focused on his current project.
Who could he convince to try the new food? He could just trick some hungry hunters fresh back from a mission, not mention its new rations he made...but then he wouldn't get accurate reports on the taste, they could just eat it, and go pass out...
He eyed Bosco, but thought better of it. Poor dog didnt deserve that.
Then the knock...Zeph grinned, a bit evilly, until he opened the door and saw Nyla. Shock replaced the grin. Then a new grin formed, only to be quickly smothered, as he preferred to not be so open with his emotions.
"Nyla, did you need something?"
He needed to hide the project...she might..get ideas...
Bosco had noticed Zephyr eyeing him before there was a knock on the door. He watched Zephyr open the door only to see Nyla standing there. There had been a scent he had noticed when he had first met Zephyr, unaware of whom it had belonged to until he had seen Nyla and figured it out for himself. I see, so she is the reason for that scent I noticed before. He thought to himself as he remained sitting in his crate, hoping that she'd keep her distance from him. Maybe coming here was bad timing and I shouldn't have come. He thought to himself, somewhat worried over the outcome of her possibly getting too close to him.
Excitement pumped heavily through Nyla's veins as she stood outside the door, waiting for the inventor who captured her interest to open the threshold. Successfully inviting Zephyr out was the blonde's goal, thus she went through her words several times over, praying she would complete the objective. Happily, the female shifter bounced on the balls of her feet, excitement increasing with every precious second. Hopefully, her clothing choice was pleasant, something which would attract the dark-haired man's eyes.
Ears twitched when Nyla heard somebody grab the doorknob. A broad, toothy grin was prepared for when the threshold was finally opened and Zephyr Wolfe, the TRS inventor, revealed. A single requirement remained on Nyla's mind, to give Zephyr the verbal invitation after some words were exchanged. Time had passed since the hunter last conversed with the black-haired man, inspiring the necessity to talk with the man. The objective seemed easy for the friendly, sociable blonde, thus she confidently stood in the man's gaze, prepared to engage.
"Hello," Nyla greeted happily after listening to Zephyr's inquiry. "Well, I am not really here because I need something. I just thought it has been a while, ya know? So I figured we could maybe talk for a bit."
The proposal for conversation was provided, the initial step for Nyla's plans to invite Zephyr out sometime. Alterations could be created, but for the time being, the blonde focused on her first objective. The hunter glanced behind Zephyr, noticing a St. Bernard in the room.
"Oh! I didn't know you had a dog," Nyla casually mentioned. "What's its name?"
The observation was mentioned with the intention of manifesting a conversation between herself and Zephyr. From her position, the dog seemed adorable, prompting a small smile. She wished to run her fingers through the soft-looking fur, however, Nyla knew refused to budge from her current position; she wanted permission to pet the St. Bernard, especially since some dogs could be dangerous. It seemed unlikely this dog was, but Nyla held herself by the example she wished to demonstrate to her little sister, which included not petting dogs she was not familiar with.
"Oh, uh, i think he belongs to a Hunter, or something. He comes by now and then, eats, sleeps, and hangs out. I like dogs, so it isnt really a big deal. But, yeah, if you want to talk, ive just got some small projects going on. Nothing serious, just improving the rations a bit. Can't expect the Hunters to do their job with food that tastes like clay powder can we?"
Why did he say that?! He was supposed to hide his experiments from her...He moved back to his work space, letting the door open fully, revealing that, once again, his lab was a cluttered mess, but at least there were no food containers, and empty cans this time. Now it was just a motley collection of food crates, and chemical compounds in sealed canisters. All Food Grade. Of Course. Even HE wasnt crazy enough to use non-food grade chemicals to make food.
Although, frankly the number of times he had made artificial energy compounds to keep him going for weeks on end without eating or sleeping, might be an argument against that.
Bosco stood to slowly move farther in the crate when Nyla had taken notice of him, speaking to Zephyr about him. I'm not his dog... My master isn't a... what is a hunter anyway? He thought to himself as he sat back down to watch them. It didn't seem to take very long for the interest to be back off of him, making him feel much more at ease. He had come here because Zephyr had fed him and frankly thought he could get away with it again, so far he had been proven wrong on the subject but he didn't dare move in case either one of them decided to try and get close to him.
Turquoise eyes curiously searched the inside of Zephyr's laboratory, or at least, the portion she could view from the threshold. It appeared the dark-haired man cleaned since her last arrival to the doorstep, although, it was essentially an altered version of the original mess. Containers of food and energy drink cans were replaced with crates and canisters. The huntress tilted her head to the side curiously as she gazed into what she could see of the room. An explanation was given in regards to the St. Bernard who hid inside the crate.
Once the canine was explained, Nyla's eyes shifted back to Zephyr. A smile remained on her face as she listened to the jobs her fellow shifter was accomplishing on this day. Improvements to rationing was the inventor's task today, something which surprised Nyla. Most people assured they could procure more food, however, it seemed Zephyr was improving the situation, probably for longer endeavours. The blonde nodded at Zephyr's words, giving him acknowledgement as he explained. It was definitely an interesting task.
"That's awesome! I think that is a good choice though, I don't think people like clay," the fox shifter giggled.
The door fully opened, revealing the sheer volume of the clutter inside Zephyr's lab. Eyes began widening as she realized the mess inside the laboratory, a soft woah escaping her lips. Slowly, the blonde entered, eyes gazing over the horde of crates and canisters.
Zeph shrugged, slightly embarrassed by the mess, but not really. His social skills had never really been great, although Roland would often say that as a youngling, he had been very outgoing, and was one of the most popular kids in his school. But grief does strange things.
He reached into his mini fridge and pulled out some ham, chopping it up and putting it in a bowl. "Here ya go bud. You probably came for this huh?"
He set the bowl where Bosco could get to it without needing to approach either of them. He could understand not wanting to be near people. Although Nyla was different. He wanted to be around her.
"Testing is on hold right now though. One of the stabilizing agents i used on a prior batch left me with a temporary case of Undead Tongue." The term undead tongue was often used due to the stereotype that undead had no sense of taste. He shrugged again, and pulled out a large glass pitcher out of the mini fridge. The pitcher was far too large to have actually fit there, with the smoked ham. If one looked closely they could see a series of Runes in the paint on the side of the fridge. The Runes granted a magical connection to a larger fridge in Zeph's personal quarters. It had taken months to get the spell to work, especially since Zeph couldnt work magic himself.
Some people thought it was a poor joke that one of the leading magical researchers in Lorsette was a magic-less Shifter.
Bosco remained in the crate, watching Zephyr and Nyla, thankfully both kept their distance for the most part. Though that came to an end when Zephyr had opened up the mini fridge, pulling out something yummy, ham. He listened as it was being chopped up before being placed in a bowl. Zephyr spoke to him, having set the bowl in a location where they weren't at, he'd wait for Zephyr to give him distance before leaving the crate to munch on it. Once he got his fill, he'd slowly move back towards the crate until another thought had come into his mind. What if master starts searching for me... I might want to head home so that he doesn't have to search very far. He thought to himself as he slowly moved towards the door, pausing as soon as he remembered he didn't know where home was from here, he glanced towards Zephyr and Nyla as if appearing to wish for assistance.
Within the beginnings of their conversation, Nyla was granted entry into Zephyr's laboratory. Mess remained on the floor, however, nothing compared to the frightful horde of energy drink cans she saw when first meeting the dark-haired inventor. Since that day, she heard a few things about the so-called 'crazed' inventor of the TRS. Alas, Nyla took the ridicule with a pinch of salt. Sometimes people who were considered different received negative comments, therefore, she would discover for herself if everything was true.
She walked into the laboratory, eyes analyzing the room, a soft smile on her face. So far, everything was going according to plan with a slight but welcomed side-track. Quietly, Nyla followed Zephyr through the laboratory, a content expression written on her face. Since her arrival to Lorsette years ago, the young fox shifter found making friends difficult because of her many responsibilities. The main people she spent time with were her cousins, otherwise, her requirements to care for Ines came before her wishes.
Thus, the manner her heart fluttered when around Zephyr felt magnificent. She enjoyed his company and around the dark-haired man, she felt safe and comfortable. She watched as the other shifter chopped some ham for the adorable St. Bernard hiding inside the crate. Once the ham was provided to the dog, Nyla followed Zephyr to listen to his recent workings. She nodded, quietly listening to his words. Only moments later did she watch him grab something from the fridge that would not fit, however, she was quick to assume charms possibly supported by the rune workings.
"I see," she started before a smile popped on her face. "You know, I could try some if you like!"
The blonde quickly offered, unaware of the scene unfolding behind her back. A poor, young dog wished to leave, but required help finding his home.
Bosco had looked back towards Zephyr and Nyla, feeling somewhat at easy when he heard Zephyr suggest too Nyla that first they were too help him find home first. This would be great, hopefully not too much longer of a wait for him too be able too head home. Oh how he missed Orion and the rest of his family. He remained by the door, hopeful Zephyr and Nyla would join him shortly so that they could assist him with finding home. Master found me last time, but he isn't here.... Does he not know I'm missing? He thought to himself, worried over the idea of being possibly forgotten.
Never had Nyla thought twice about offering herself as a text subject for Zephyr's experiment. Rather, she was blissfully unaware of the ramifications which arrived with the sorrowful occupations. How people received injuries or perhaps a vairety of sicknesses from testing the latest equipment. It made offering her assustance easier and unhindered by hesitance. In the fox shifter's mind, it was merely a few bars of food that, at most, would upset her stomach; never had she thought about the possibilities of them being inedible.
Completely unaware of Zephyr's concerns about her health, Nyle awaited to assist her crush with the experiments. Fortunately, perhaps for both, the dark-haired man hastily discovered a distraction. Upon him pointing out the st. bernard, her eyes shifted to the unfortunate pup prepared to head home. Slowly, a gentle smile touched the blonde's face as she strode towards the large dog. The TRS hunter ceased her movements a short distance from the small st. bernard out of respect for the upset creature searching to head home.
"He is a cutie," she started softly as she knelt. "Hey little guy. Do you have a collar I can look at?"
Carefully, she offered his hand out to the st. bernard. People stated the proper way to earn a dog's trust was to allow them to smell your scent, therefore, she obeyed the advice. In order to check the collar around the dog's neck, she required to get close to the adorable sweetheart.
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