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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It had been a couple of weeks since he had gained a concussion from that...lovely little incident in downtown. He had eventually learned of a group called the Terror Response Syndicate and looked into it the best he could, which had also piqued his interest. Perhaps this could give him something to do. The blonde had eventually made his way to where the TRS headquarters were located at and made his request to sign up as....well, like hell he was going to be a Medic and being a Scout sounded a bit boring... Hunter it was then. Of course, there was the whole need to be trained and whatnot, which he supposed would be fine so long as he could learn the ropes of the place.
He had been waiting around after filling out some paperwork, having been told that he would receive a mentor by the end of the day at the longest. Gods, how boring. He leaned against a wall with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, just waiting there for the time being for someone to come get him. Well, he supposed if his new mentor didn't think he was cut out for this kind of work he could always look other places. His fingers tapped against his arms rhythmitaclly for a few moments before his attention was captured by someone saying his name. Michael opened his eyes and turned his head to look at who addressed him before his face grew expressionless at who he saw. It was...Ian wasn't it? From...before when he got the shit beaten out of him. Right.
"Oh, it's you. You...work here. Okay." He spoke, pausing as he looked him over as if Ian was the new candidate and he wasn't. "Don't tell me you're my mentor..."
Ian hadn't bothered checking up on Michael because he believed that he didn't want contact with him. Meanwhile he was keeping up with Brasti over that phone that had been smashed by Michael and it turned out he had been the one to call him. Now the only thing left to do was question on how Michael had gotten his phone number. It had been weeks since he last saw him, having chosen to busy himself with work all the while. He hadn't really kept up with Akira on if he had attacked Michael or not, choosing to leave that to the police officers. He was contacted about meeting up with his apprentice. To his surprise that name rang a bell, so he chose to take his time, unsure on this partnership being such a good idea or not. As he walked down the hall he could hear light tapping coming from ahead. "Michael." He called out, seeing exactly who he was expecting to see. He watched as Michael turned around to face him before his face went expressionless. "Yes I do." He answered, agreeing with him.
In my defense I wore this outfit all day, but I really can't blame you for forgetting, considering. He thought to himself as he looked back towards him. He would have asked what brought him to TRS but he already knew the reason, so he figured he might as well cut to the chase. Michael was looking him over and he chose to ignore it, debating instead on how he was going to train him. "Oh I'm sorry, let me go get your mentor." He answered before slowly moving away from Michael to walk down the hall. Within a few minutes he'd return. "Are you coming?" He asked, deciding the best way to handle Michael was to not deal with his bullshit. "In answer to your question, I'm Ian Mitchell and I am your mentor." He'd pause for a brief moment before adding, "If you have a problem with it, you can take it up with the higher ups, my only job is to train and work I don't babysit." He might have come off a bit harsh there, however, Michael was trying to act tougher then him and he wasn't going to put up with it.
Michael was silent as Ian spoke, remaining where he was as he walked off only to come back. So, he really was his mentor. That was just...great. The blonde sighed and shook his head, not really having any words before he moved away from where he was leaning against the wall to walk towards Ian. He seemed to have a semi-frown permanently glued to his face as he approached the other blonde. "I don't need a damn babysitter. Let's just get this over with so we don't see each other again." He spoke up, slipping a hand into his pocket as he let the other one hang by his side. He turned his attention away momentarily to look around at his surroundings, wanting to take everything in if he was going to be working here.
Honestly, if he was going to stay here for a job then it would only be best to know his surroundings to the best of his ability. After a few moments he turned his attention back over to Ian, once again scanning him from head to toe before he let his eyes train on his face once more. "Where to first then?" He questioned him, tilting his chin up slightly as he kept his eyes where they were at. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next but...well, it was now or never and a new start to things here as well.
Ian ignored Michael's sigh, finding his own action as justified, since beggars couldn't be choosers. Michael had walked towards him. "You called me it last time, it seemed only fitting to state that I'm not one. And don't treat this as a getting it over with training, this training should be viewed as important in regards to life and death." He answered him in return. I didn't make the effort in saving your life, just for you to die as my apprentice. He thought to himself, "So if you're plan in to dodge me as much as possible, this isn't the place for you. We work as a team, that is how the TRS functions." He couldn't help but feel a great need in explaining it to Michael, since he clearly hadn't gotten the memo prior to joining.
When Michael asked him where to first, he sighed. "A tour of the building and you'll explain to me what you've learned in the classes so far. Later I'll watch you in combat training and we'll go from there." He answered in return, turning away from Michael with the plans of giving him a tour around the TRS, even though if he had already done so. I wonder what brought him here? I'll also have to remind myself to ask him how he got my number prior to being saved by me. He thought to himself, wanting to make sure that Michael wasn't affiliated with his family or AP for that matter.
Michael silently listened to Ian's words before he rolled his eyes a little. "Yeah, yeah..." He muttered, shaking his head a little as he followed the other blonde around the building, though he was a bit...well, whatever he was from the mention of him calling Ian a babysitter. Not his problem really, he wasn't the one... Wait, no he didn't want to be babysat. However, his attention turned back to Ian's words as he spoke of classes and then combat training. Classes? Oh, great was all of that going to be boring now too? "The combat training sounds better..." He spoke up, sighing a little as he shrugged a little.
He went quiet after that, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he followed Ian about to where they would go. "What sort of things do you do around here, then?" He questioned him, keeping a somewhat bored expression on his face as they continued on. "What brought you to being here in the first place anyway? I suppose I should also ask why you're my mentor of all people...you look almost my age...if not younger." He commented, turning his attention over to him as he slipped a hand into his pocket almost casually.
Ian showed Michael around the building, figuring brief was harmless. "I agree, of course all of it helps in the long run." He explains as he continues walking. "You will struggle with training unless you completely understand what Terrors are and it helps to know many of the popular AP members we're trying to capture too." He explained, pausing when Michael asked what sorta things they do around here. "Well as they explained, there are different jobs around here, the main ones being medics, those in the ward or others going out in the field, scouts who spot the enemy and us, hunters, who handle the enemy. Sometimes we can capture but other times we're forced to kill. Terrors are always killed, we're only going after AP members to gather information from them. The higher ups handle the rest." He answered, listening as Michael resumed his questions.
"I joined to make a difference, that is all I'm going to say at this point." He wasn't ready to admit his family was all AP, thankfully it seemed Michael wasn't aware of this fact and he wanted to keep it this way. "Why did you join?" He returned the question right back at him. "The higher up's assigned it this way. Though there was something I've been meaning to ask. How'd you get my phone number? Was it on purpose that you called me just before you got attacked?" He was hoping to get information, not meaning to stress Michael out. "Are you seriously going to throw the age card at me? I've been here longer than you, accept what you can learn from me and build from it to become an elite hunter. That is the role we play here." He answered, attempting to give Michael advice, now it would be his choice to follow it or not.
Michael listened to Ian's words in response to his own questions he had been asking him, though at his question as to why he joined TRS the blonde paused to ponder that. Why did he join? He shrugged after a few moments, a hand raising to rub the back of his neck as he looked elsewhere. "I'm not sure exactly. I felt like I needed something to do and this just so happened to capture my attention. I haven't always been doing anything good my life so I figured I could do something else for a change." He told him, shrugging once more as he turned his attention back over to Ian.
However, his attention was quickly gathered at the mention of him getting Ian's phone number. Any sign of him relaxing he had on his face vanished in the blink of an eye as he stared at the other blonde. "What do you even mean? I don't even know your number, let alone why would I call a complete stranger?" He responded to him, his eyes growing guarded as he took a step away from him slightly. His right hand fell to where his hip was, poised as if ready to grab something; no doubt a gun from the position of his hand, though he had no weapon on him at the moment he still did it unconsciously from habit back when he lived in London.
"I called someone I knew in London after I got attacked." He spoke curtly, again still guarded as he positioned his body to fully face the other blonde. He didn't really remember much of anything else from the attack, but he knew he had tried to call someone after he had been thrown. By who, he wasn't sure anymore. Just some random, crazy brunette. He frowned a little at the words Ian had spoken next about his age, still remaining tense and as he was while he kept his eyes trained on him carefully. He knew age didn't really matter much, he supposed he had been in a similar position back in London but it didn't help his trust in him either way.
"I was giving you crap. I know what it's like to be in a position like that already, maybe not like an elite hunter but I've been up the food chain from where I came from." He told him, hand still where it was at his hip and feet positioned slightly to allow him to move at a moment's notice. Did he have issues with trusting people? Yeah, maybe a little. Or a little more. Who knew.
Ian nodded his head. "It certainly gives us something to do." He answered before asking how Michael had gotten his phone number. He listened to Michael deny it, he couldn't help but not feel surprised, of course Michael wouldn't want to admit it, that must have been the reason for damaging his phone after all. "Only you can answer that question." He countered, withdrawing his phone before pulling up his recent phone calls. "This is, your number, isn't it? Prior to you destroying your phone I mean?" He asked, knowing that would hopefully give Michael the proof he needed. Well that was assuming that he didn't start throwing random accusations around about how he believed Ian had his phone the whole time and must have done the phone call. If he doesn't admit it, I suppose my only option will be to watch him. Just to make sure that he isn't AP. The last thing I want to do is risk him being in sync with my family or somebody Amon is viewing as dangerous. He thought to himself as he waited for Michael's answer, as soon as he had, he'd slip his phone back into his pocket.
"I noticed." He answered in regards to Michael mentioning his age. "I don't view this as a food chain. I'm not better than anybody else here. I'm just doing my job by trying to keep the citizens here safe. Nothing more and nothing less." He answered him in return before adding, "That isn't to say others in TRS aren't like that because I know some who are, but that just isn't me. So if that is your reason for calling me a babysitter earlier, you might as well get a new opinion on me. Because once our training concludes, you're expected to be able to handle yourself out there without needing my help." He answered, of course that wasn't to say he planned on ditching Michael, just that he might not always be around to help him out.
Michael frowned as Ian spoke, soon showing him his phone with recent phone calls displayed on the screen. His icy blue eyes scanned the screen until they landed on his previous phone number. Just how did that happen? His eyes flicked up to Ian's face as he spoke again, suspicion in his eyes as he took another step back. "That is my number, as to how it's on your phone is beyond me." He stated curtly, frowning once more as he moved to cross his arms. He didn't trust him, not one bit.
"Well I wasn't trying to call you. You're the last person I'd call, mainly because we just met. So anything else about that is none of your business. At all." He told him, his words laced with an icy tone. He hoped that he would just drop it at that, so when the conversation moved on to age and food chain he shifted his footing slightly but kept his arms crossed over his chest. He was silent as he listened to his words, nodding a little towards the end of his speaking. He could agree with that, honestly he'd probably be dead if they just sent him out without the proper guidance or training.
"I know. I'm sure everyone would rather just throw every recruit they have into the fray and not waste time training and whatnot, but that's not how things work in life." He paused as he looked away, arms loosening a little but still very much crossed over his chest in a guarded manner. After a few moments he looked back towards Ian, scanning his eyes over him for a couple of moments before he let his eyes train on his face once more. "What are Terrors anyway? Are they just some group of radicals who think too highly of themselves?" He questioned him, keeping a straight face for the time being. He still wasn't very much into trusting Ian, but he did have the need to learn about things around the place he was going to be frequenting; not to mention around the city he had moved to.
Ian had showed Michael the phone, getting an answer that he knew might be coming his way. "Well at least we got something straight, it is in fact your number." He answered in return, planning on doing research on why Michael would call him in the first place. He knew it would be difficult to sleep at night if heaven forbid that Michael was working for AP or something. "It is my business on why you called me, if it is honestly a wrong number just leave it at that." He answered him in return, being done with this conversation, of course that wasn't to say he'd refrain from doing the research on Michael to ensure he didn't have another reason for calling him. The conversation had shifted towards age and the food chain, once he was finished saying what he had to say he listened to what Michael had to say on the subject. "That isn't what I meant. I was meaning we work as a team. There are plenty who wouldn't but I'm not one of those people. If I'm available I go to help, if I'm not, I hope for the best another TRS hunter is on the way." He explained, hoping that Michael wouldn't once more view him as a babysitter.
Michael started asking his questions and he couldn't help but sigh. That is right, normally they go to class and finish before being assigned a mentor but I guess I rushed the gun with finding out that he had signed up that I told them to let Michael know I'd be seeing him at the end of the day. He thought to himself, raising a hand to his forehead to rub it before answering the question. "So your situation is special. Normally one goes to classes before meeting their mentor but you met me right off the bat. I feel like that would be best answers on the professors just because I don't want to confuse you with my own opinions on the subject. So it will be a while before you get to train with me just because you have to complete those first." He answered in return, figuring Michael wouldn't like the answer to this but it was protocol and he wasn't about to break it further. "Also once you complete those classes, feel free to ask me to point one out, because during our training, it is best to be out there so that you can get all of the experience."
Michael was quiet as he listened to Ian speak about how he was a special case so to speak, frowning slightly as he had apparently been supposed to go to classes first before even meeting his mentor. Well then. He scanned his eyes over Ian for a few moments before he shrugged slightly to his suggestion on just having him get his professors to answer the questions he had. Well, he supposed that was fair enough. Honestly he was a bit curious on how things worked around the place, especially when it came to what they were supposedly up against. Needless to say it was...different from his previous occupation.
He glanced towards Ian at his last set of words, a hidden expression hiding behind his eyes as he tried to determine Ian's 'catch' to such words. Though after a few moments he sighed and looked away, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck a little. "Where to next then..?" He asked him, not looking at the blonde as he took to just looking elsewhere as he seemed...resigned for the time being. No point in trying to butt heads with him some more, at least for the time being that is. He'd find things out in his own time and way, but if he was going to be stuck with Ian for the time being then he might as well know things about him.
Michael glanced towards him, training his eyes on the blonde as he activated his Fear Manipulation, mainly due to the fact that he couldn't get into people's minds without activating it. Of course on the outside he seemed to just be staring at, or watching, Ian as he did so. Within Michael's mind, or perhaps Ian's, he found himself in a padded room, whispers fillig his ears as they scratched themselves into the walls. In the corner of the padded room he could see Ian, rocking back and forth as he held his head. Nothing new there, and it was nothing new that he couldn't even tell he was there. In fact...the padded room was all based on his own ability.
He turned his head to look back at the fears, only seeing 'family' before he was suddenly jarred out of his concentration. He stumbled back a step as his hand flew up to his head, a hiss of pain escaping him as he closed an eye in a grimace. Before him was someone else that hadn't been there before, when had he gotten there? He grumbled a little as he opened his eye once more and lowered his hand from his head, looking over the other as he had Ian in his grip. Oh, now that seemed like they were really, really close friends or they were dating by what was going on. Well, at least the redhead was cute. "Uh...hi?"
Throughout the winter morning, Tadashi had been assisting the hunter's division of the third unit. The naga's tracking skills were successfully used to locate the terror, a fear eater class, specifically a razor. When located, the creature was quickly disposed of by the hunters. The redhead had watched them, somewhat jealous, but more concerned with completing the mission and returning to the safety and warmth of headquarters. A pair of temperature-regulating bracelets were wrapped around Tadashi's right wrist, tightly secured.
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The naga's fears of freezing to death were obvious from his thicker addition Terror Response Syndicate coat, specially ordered for the winter months. With everything completed on the mild winter morning, the ground returned to headquarters intending to go about their next objectives. Once they returned, the group dispersed, one planning on reporting while others searched for new missions or other activities. Meanwhile, Tadashi separated, casually walking through headquarters, a smile on his face as his brown eyes glanced around.
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Throughout the building were many things, the most well-known sectors of headquarters being the commons room, cafeteria, prison and medical wing. Alas, there were scout offices for those who reviewed camera footage or hacked into Assembly information and labs for technology and forensic tests to be conducted. Currently, Tadashi had no particular destination in mind. He merely wished to spend a few moments inside before returning to the cold outdoor weather. As he wandered down the familiar halls, he wondered if Ian was working today or would be willing to have lunch with him.
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As Tadashi ventured down the hallways, a broad grin stretched across his lips as he peeked down one, noticing Ian. His boyfriend was facing the opposite direction, showing around another blond who the naga did not recognize. Either way, it hardly mattered to the redhead who the stranger was so long as he was not flirting or attempting to seduce his precious Ian. The scout noticed the staring, however, thought nothing of the situation. There was a chance Ian was being admired as a role-model; his dearest lover was magnificent after all.
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The naga entered the hallway, a sly smirk breaching his smile as a plan on concocted. He prepared to enhance his speed, the redhead suddenly sprinting forward at an intense speed. Suddenly, he slowed, his momentum barrelling him into Ian as his arms opened wide to hug the attractive blond.
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"Hey babe," he whispered into Ian's ear.
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The last thing Tadashi wanted was punishment for possibly startling his attractive boyfriend. The whisper was hopefully inaudible to those around them, however, people questioning his faithfulness to his fiance was hardly a concern. The naga glanced over his shoulder upon hearing a greeting from the other blond, the grip around his boyfriend loosening in the meanwhile.
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"Hey, don't think I have met you before. I'm guessing your new around here?" Tadashi said, tone friendly. "I'm Tadashi Abbot, what's your name?"
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The sociable young man successfully introduced himself without hesitation. Friends were always a welcomed presence in Tadashi's life, therefore, he would place effort into being friendly towards others. Arms remained around Ian, loose enough to allow his boyfriend to pull away or turn in his embrace. Their closeness was a pleasant sensation, the warmth between them motivating the redhead's smile to remain strong. He adored having Ian's body captured in his arms. It reminded him his boyfriend was healthy and safe whenever he had him nearby.
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The pair had been through plenty of interesting situations, including falling into frigid waters. Without Ian's body heat and fire manipulation, Tadashi would have failed to survive the winter temperatures. Perhaps it was among the reasons he enjoyed holding Ian for long periods. The feeling of closeness was a reminder of his boyfriend's heroics and generally pleasant personality. Either way, Tadashi refused to release his amber-eyed boyfriend to savour holding him in his arms.
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Ian couldn't help but smile back at Michael. He was silent as he debated on the question, unaware that Michael had used his fear manipulation on him. Arms suddenly wrapped around him as his back pressed against the chest of the person behind him. The whisper confirmed, it was his darling Tadashi. His cheeks went pink as he melted against Tadashi's chest in the process. He turned his head slightly before whispering, "Hey babe." He'd then proceeded to look back towards Michael, having noticed him stumble before saying hi to Tadashi. "Are you alright?" He asked, refusing to move out of Tadashi's grip because he was comfortable here. He reached his arm up so that he could somewhat hug back, in case Tadashi thought to try and pull away since he always enjoyed these hugs. He went quiet as he listened to Tadashi speak to Michael.
Oh how time had passed, they had met back in high school and now they were two successful TRS agents. Though Tadashi was a scout, he viewed him as very skilled. He wasn't sure what he'd do if Tadashi didn't have his back, since he was very important in his life. As if to show affection, the loose grip was met with him pressing closer against Tadashi. They didn't need empty space between them, just closeness.
Michael stared at the redhead as he rambled on, observing the both of them as they just...held each other so to speak. Very close then. "I'm fine and...no you haven't." He spoke, moving his arms to cross them as he tilted his chin up slightly as he kept his eyes on the both of them. "Are you two dating? Because if not then that's some really close friendship you two have." He commented, an unreadable expression on his face as he raised a brow slightly. His icy blue eyes moved back over to the redhead though, scanning him from head to toe and back up again before he let his gaze settle on his face once more.
"You don't need to know my name, Abbot. Trying to be friendly or not I don't care. I don't need you trying to be my friend, nor do I need you trying to be my friend either, Ian." He spoke up, flicking his gaze from Tadashi over to Ian who looked extremely comfortable in his grasp. Honestly their display of public affection didn't bother him one bit, he was just still...distrusting he supposed. He didn't need any friends, he was just fine by himself. Yeah. Just him and his empty apartment. "Now, where were we at before we gained your boyfriend...boy toy....whatever you wanna call him?"
A smile stretched across the redhead's face when Ian melted against his chest, comfortable in his arms. The naga enjoyed witnessing the blond stationed happily in his embrace. Everything about the amber-eyed beauty maintained Tadashi's interests, creating happiness for him. The returned greeting prompted a broad smile aimed at Ian. He loved the blond, thus, he was willing to accept the potential consequences from his actions. He listened as his blond lover inquired about the stranger's condition, Tadashi glanced at him over his shoulder.
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There he viewed the stranger's face, noticing the man's blue eyes and facial structure. There was nothing familiar about the mysterious man, but Ian appeared familiarized with him. As a result, the redhead became extremely willing to treat the man with friendliness. The blond stranger inquired about their relationship, the man's tone cold. Surprise appeared on Tadashi's face at the abrupt frigidness in his tone. The expression was unreadable, however, the man's tone made his immediate dislike obvious to the redhead.
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A playful expression crawled onto Tadashi's face as he chuckled softly before giving a teasing response. "Maaaaaybe."
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He loosely held Ian, enjoying having the blond captured in his arms. Astonishment touched Tadashi's features, eyes widening as the stranger responded. The friendliness was apparently unwanted by the blond stranger who appeared keen on being cold towards him. Friendship could not be discovered here, the man's demeanour displaying the truth.
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"Uh... okay," Tadashi responded, eyes returning to Ian. "What are you two doing?"
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The question was provided to his boyfriend since he believed he would receive an answer. Hesitantly, the redhead pulled away, standing beside Ian. There was something about the blond stranger which suggested he was abrasive and unwilling to speak benevolently. The redhead listened as the stranger insisted on continuing with their original task. Silence reigned over Tadashi as he decided to wait for Ian's answer.
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