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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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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clearly this whole situation was new to her and it was probably something orion never dealt with before either. she was nervous now for completely different reasons. was she making the situation worse by being here? clearly she wasn’t helping. what if everything she had been saying was just making things worse. she thought of leaving, but she didn’t want to leave either of them alone. it was only natural to feel this way right? after all she was a complete stranger to bosco why would he listen to her? why would he even want to take any of her advice.
she stayed quiet as she watched orion go further and further into the bed. if anyone would be of any help it would clearly be him. after all they did have a connection and she hoped it was strong enough that they could overcome this little misunderstanding. she believed that bosco hadn’t meant to keep this hidden from orion.“are you guys alright down there?”she called out after a few minutes. if they were finally talking she didn’t want to interrupt.
[attr="class","carvetext"]Carpet rubbed against Orion as he narrowly managed to squeeze further beneath his bed. Reaching Bosco and rescuing him from the malicious anxieties attempting to conquer him was crucial. The blond was originally his St. Bernard, the pet he adored for years and who assisted in maintaining his mental state. Without Bosco, the dark-haired boy would have proceeded to suffer through the memories of domestic violence. His companion was an escape, somebody who promoted calmness and allowed him to cope with those devastating thoughts. The police officer was determined to successfully rescue him, even if he risked getting stuck in the process.
As he slithered further beneath his bed, Orion reached for Bosco. He hoped his fingers would brush the anxiety-ridden boy to assist in calming him. Petting was something Orion did for Bosco whenever he seemed stressed or anxious. When close enough, the dark-haired man rhythmically rubbed Bosco’s shoulder. He soothed his own breathing as an example for the blond to follow. Deep inhales followed by lengthy exhales to pacify a palpitating heart. He narrowly heard Elysia’s question, the concern being appreciated. The officer was alright, squeezing under a bed was not a painful experience.
“I’m fine! He shouted from beneath the bed before turning back to the blond. “C’mon Bosco, let’s get you out of here.”
Softly, Orion nudged the shifter towards the other edge of the bed. He hoped he could persuade Bosco to leave the cramp confines of beneath the bed. At least then the blond could receive proper attention and be able to sit more comfortably.
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Bosco found Orion's rubbing soothing, slowly calming down until he listened to how Orion breathed in example, finding it easier to calm down the deeper the breath he took, the slower he inhaled. He heard Orion's suggestion but remained under the bed anyway, was that was until Orion had nudged him towards the edge of the bed until he was no longer under it. He laid on his stomach, still breathing slowly as Orion encouraged. He found himself watching Orion, who was currently trying to get out from under the bed, thanks to him for being under it moments prior.
she sighed softly after hearing orion call out to her. had she been holding her breath? whatever the case she hoped bosco would be able to calm down and return his breathing to normal. she scooted back towards the door slowly. surely they would want to have a talk in private. this was something that the needed to figure out between the two of them. they didn't need an audience. she wasn't sure what she should do. she didn't want to make orion feel bad because she decided to leave. really this was more important, besides he already had the muffins in his possesion so really she had no other reason to be here.
she stood up and brushed off her legs. how could she make this a little less awkward. she didn't want to ruin their chance to talk."you two could probably use something warm to drink. i'm going to borrow our kitchen if you don't mind."elysia said softly as she made her way out of his room. she was thinking tea or maybe something richer like hot chocolate. it all depended on what she could find in their cupboards. hopefully that wasn't too obvious that she was giving them time alone to talk.
[attr="class","carvetext"]Crammed beneath the bed was the police officer's lean body as he inched himself further. Careful nudges prompted Bosco to gradually move, each one bringing the blond closer to the bed's edge. Discomfort had formed hastily, Orion ignoring these emotions in favour of helping his precious friend. If he allowed Bosco to suffer beneath this bed, he would feel abhorrent and would risk the blond dying from a panic attack. Sounds existed outside the bed as Orion finally pushed Bosco out from beneath the bed.
As he squirmed beneath the bed, Orion heard Elysia's voice stating they needed a hot beverage. For a moment, a smile broke across his lips. There was a sweetness to her actions which caused his heart to skip a beat, however, he could not fixate the ginger's currently... He needed to escape the maniacal clutches of his bed... Inside the cupboards there would be mostly coffee mixtures with some caramel hot chocolate mix his mother bought to try. Meanwhile, his aunt had a small box of green tea because of the health benefits.
It was nothing spectacular, but all were potential hot beverages for Elysia to chose from. Momentarily, Orion debated his options for getting out from under the bed before finally deciding to proceed forward.
"Bosco? Can you move a bit? I need to get out," he asked quietly.
The RCMP officer waited beneath the bed, desiring an answer before he proceeded. He hoped the blond could move to allow him room to squirm out from under the bed.
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Bosco listened as Elysia stood up, mentioning how they seemed to need something warm to drink. He was so used to drinking water and anything else that Orion offered him that it hadn't crossed his mind that he would be treated like a human instead of an animal from now on. He was silent even though he was grateful that she was giving him space, partly because he meant no harm he just wasn't familiar with her was all. He was pulled from his thoughts when Orion had requested for him to move a bit, having failed to notice that he was blocking Orion's path out. He slowly backed away from Orion, unsure of the amount of space he required, so if it seemed he didn't give enough, he'd just keep backing up until Orion had enough to get out from under the bed.
she didn't just want to get up and leave. she wanted to do something for them even if she wasn't there. honestly it was probably better that she not be there. after all this whole situation was between bosco and orion. they didn't need a spectator. after excusing herself from the room she gently left the door ajar and she made her way down.
retracing her steps till she got to where she had first greeted orion. it wasn't too difficult for her to find the kitchen. she washed her hands, before she started to quietly looking through the cupboards. she knew that dogs couldn't have chocolate, but seeing as bosco was currently in his human form. that would be alright? right? she spotted the hot chocolate and proceeded to follow the instructions. it was nothing too difficult. she waited for everything to boil before serving the hot liquid into two mugs she had found. while she waited for the drinks to cool a bit. she started to clean up.
[attr="class","carvetext"]From beneath the bed, Orion waited for Bosco to inch away from the edge of the bed. Escape was ahead of him since backtracking would be difficult given how hard moving backwards was. Time passed before the young blond moved away from the edge of the bed, creating room for Orion to leave. The human started inching forward, slipping further beneath the bed to the adjacent side. Closer, the police officer got to the edge of the bed, his steel-blue eyes fixated on the goal. Escape would arrive once he managed to squirm out from the bed.
Eventually, Orion reached the bed's edge, his eyes searching for potential blocks. The rough texture of the carpet brushed against his skin. He wondered if he would receive rug burn from his ridiculous idea to crawl complete across the underside of the bed. Admittedly, he felt slightly claustrophobic beneath the bed and he required escape from the cramp space. He inched closer, hands eventually out from beneath the bed. He began hurrying, acting reckless because his escape was close. The man's forehead smacked hard into the lip of the bed, pain erupting.
"OW! DAMMIT!" Orion shouted out.
He brushed his hand against the fresh bump being created on his forehead. The pain was nothing unbearable, however, Orion definitely did not welcome the sensation. Slower, the human slid out from beneath his bed, a groan of pain escaping his lips. He glanced over at Bosco and flinched.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have swore," he said, sighing.
Gradually, he squirmed completely out from beneath the bed. The officer stretched a bit once he escaped the cramp space. Afterwards, his eyes rested on Bosco, the man frowning at the young boy he discovered. The officer remained silent, scratching the back of his head. He was uncertain about the situation, thus no words escaped his lips.
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Bosco watched as Orion had slowly made his way out from under the bed, almost being in the clear before lifting his head only to smack the lip of the bed with his forehead. He flinched to Orion's shouting, curling up in a little ball as he attempting to keep his breathing slow, despite feeling it slightly rise out of fear of what was surely next to come. As soon as Orion had freed himself from out from under the bed, he apologized for swearing in front of him, but he remained in his ball, finding comfort in this position, having done it plenty of times when in his canine form. Oh how it felt like peace had slipped past his grip and the desire to remain in the bliss was his greatest desire.
she had finished cleaning up and figured it would be easier if they had their hot chocolate in the kitchen. it wouldn't be as messy as trying to carry both cups into his room. she did not want to make a mess. plus she didn't want to burst in if they were having a serious talk. she did not want to ruin the moment. she sighed softly as she figured she would just let them know it was ready for them.
after that it was probably be best if she returned home. she hadn't planned on staying here that long. it was fine though, it's not like she had something planned after this. she would more than likely curl up on the couch with her own cup of hot chocolate and finish a book for class. it was rather boring, so might as well get ahead.
she slowly made her way down the hallway and towards orion's room. she picked up her pace when she heard him shouting. everything seemed to be going alright when she left. she wondered what happened. she pushed the door she had left ajar open."what's wrong?"she asked curiously as she looked from orion to bosco. only to see bosco all curled up."oh, uh, the hot chocolate is done."she said softly.
[attr="class","carvetext"]Freedom from beneath the cramped space was granted as Orion squeezed himself out. The dark-haired man eventually managed to get onto his hands and knees, his left reaching to touch his forehead. Pain pulsated through the area, a redness developing where he bumped it into the bed frame. A bump accompanied by an ugly bruise would undoubtedly form on his forehead from the incident, however, Orion was not concerned. There were worse injuries to receive, and his time working in the police forced proved that notion.
The officer's fingers passed over the location of the bump, noticing some minor broken skin. Based off the minor damages, his forehead scraped against the bed frame, resulting in some broken skin. His steel-blue eyes landed on Bosco who he discovered curled up in a ball, but seemed calm despite the circumstances. He remained silent, rubbing his injury until hearing the soft sound of footsteps and gentle creak of the door. From the threshold he spotted Elysia who probably heard those swears escape his mouth... that was oddly a tad embarrassing...
The shouts had created concern, which was expected considering he had clearly been in pain. The dark-haired man inched forward before shifting to sit on the ground.
"I'm alright... I just hit my head on the bed frame," Orion explained.
Unconsciously, his hand returned to his forehead, making it clear where the injury was. Fortunately, there was no blood, merely a slight break in the skin and some redness. The officer remained silent for a moment, gently rubbing the part on his forehead he hurt.
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Bosco remained curled in a ball while Elysia had returned into the bedroom. He was silent as Orion and Elysia spoke to each other, about what had taken place here today. Hot chocolate was mentioned, he was always curious on what that tasted like but he didn't dare move from his spot. Silence seemed to come between them before there was a noise coming from near the front door, keys being placed inside. He knew who was home and this was more troublesome then he had once thought but he chose to stay curled in a ball for now, finding comfort in this position.
after finishing up with the hot chocolate elysia had started to head back to orion's room when she heard him cursing. she picked up her pace, not that she was too far from the door and had peeked inside. he had told her what had happened and she shook her head slightly before coming into the room.
she took sight of bosco, still in the same position since she had left to make the hot chocolate. though her focus was orion and the mark on his forehead. without a second thought, her fingers caressed the red spot on his forehead."i don't think it will leave a mark."she laughed softly."do be more careful."she said with a smile.
she dropped her hand, seeing how close she had gotten to him. it was something she had done out of habit."sorry."she quickly apologized. she needed to change the subject, she could already start to feel her cheeks burning."um, the hot chocolate is ready. i have to go. text me later if you want."
[attr="class","carvetext"]Despite the injury he received, Orion did not regret venturing beneath the bed to save Bosco. While his disdain for supernatural creatures existed, those memories of being around the dog he considered a best friend promoted the necessity to save. The ravenette watched the young boy, eyes trained on him for a few moments to assure the storm of anxiety ended. When approaching footsteps filled Orion's ears, the police officer glanced up at Elysia. She moved through his room, closing in and prompting the human's eyes to remain locked on her.
Slowly, he pulled his hand away from his forehead, surprised by the distance being closed. Her hand reached out, Orion's eyes widening as he felt her soft fingers touch his forehead. The red mark on his forehead was carefully caressed by her delicate fingers. Immediately, Orion's heart began fluttering inside his chest as he stared up at Elysia. Red blossomed onto his cheeks by the unexpected and sweet action she accomplished. The sweet words she dated only made the redness of his cheeks turn a deeper shade.
There was a pause before Orion gave a soft smile, steel-blue eyes glancing away. A heat grew in his face, however, the police officer tried to ignore it. A quick apology was provided followed by the ginger-haired woman mentioning the hot chocolate being ready.
"O-oh, thanks... and I'll try," Orion answered bashfully. "Anyways, I will text you later..."
Only moments later did the sound of a door creaking open echoed through the house. A pair of female voices conversing with one another could be heard, but was inaudible from this distance. The ravenette paused as he stood up with a realization. His mother and aunt had returned home earlier than expected, meaning he would have to explain Bosco's transformation... and make certain they would not embarrass him in front of Elysia... The last thing he wanted was Elysia thinking he was weird or downright ridiculous, yet, he could not explain why...
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Bosco listened to Elysia and Orion talking, having noticed despite being curled in a ball that the distance between them seemed to become smaller until he heard her mentioning the hot chocolate once more. Oh how he wanted to try that stuff but it wasn't allowed because he was Orion's dog. Elysia had then mentioned leaving but before she had a chance to leave, the door had opened and Orion's mother and aunt had come into the house, talking about a subject that he didn't care to attempt listening in on. Though there was a slight problem to them coming home this quickly, he wasn't sure how to turn back into his canine form and for some strange reason or another, he found himself craving that hot chocolate more than ever now. "Is it good?" He whispered, struggling with his words as he slowly uncurled himself to peek at Elysia and Orion.
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