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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]In the earlier hours of the morning, Isidore's heart fluttered in excitement as he thought about his upcoming date with a mesmerizing ward medic. He accessed memories of her face, the high cheekbones, slender face, petite nose, glorious black hair and a slender figure. Her chest was slightly smaller than average, her hips skinnier than expected. Her personality was magnificent, her sweet-heart attitude accompanied by her naivety and somewhat childish behaviours even adding some attractiveness to her character. Thus, it made Isidore excited for their date!
Unfortunately, this attractive woman who he requested to take his shift seemed confused about the proceedings despite having accomplished those actions before. Therefore, Isidore planned on checking up on the ward medic before spending the remainder of his day with his grandparents. He insisted on the notion to his parents, his endless concerns about the patients and his latest flirting interest. He roused from his bed in the morning, getting dressed in casual, but pleasant clothes to please the lady he flirted with.
A simple, white v-neck t-shirt was pulled over his head followed by dark, blue jeans comfortably tugged up over his legs. The black sweater hanging from the back of his computer chair was pulled over his arms and promptly zipped. From his bedside table, Isidore plucked his phone, keys and wallet, placing both into his jean pockets. Hastily, the young man exited his bedroom, closing the door behind him, and headed downstairs. His mother was up, preparing to make breakfast for the family before his grandparents arrived at the house.
She turned towards him, her brown hair swaying around her shoulders. A soft smile touched her face as she remembered her son's intentions, alas, there was another reason for her happiness.
"Good morning, Izzy. Since you're heading out, can you take the grocery list and pick everything up for tonight, please?" She requested in a sweet tone.
The bespectacled man smiled, walking into the open kitchen and approaching the fridge. Hanging from a magnet with the Canadian flag on it was the Vynlay's shopping list.
"Of course mom. I shouldn't be out long. I will pick everything up before I come back," Isidore agreed cheerfully.
His mother's smile broadened as she glanced over at him. "Thank you. Love you and be careful while you are out."
The spirit nodded to his mother, smile seemingly infinite. "Love you too mom. If grandma and grandpa get here before I'm home, tell them I say hi."
Shopping list in hand, Isidore headed towards the front door, slipping his shoes on and tying the laces. Once his shoes were secured, the spirit grabbed his jacket, tugging it over his body. The ward medic headed into the cold to approach his vehicle, which he started from upstairs with the key's remote while he got ready. The blue car would be his vessel to gather groceries and check on the woman taking over his shirt. The door was opened, Isidore stepping into his car and closing the heavy door behind him before putting his seat belt on.
His phone was fetched from his pocket and positioned in his hands. The device was smoothly opened, the messaging app being clicked to take over the screen. The woman he texted about his shift texts were opened as Isidore prepped to text her.
Hey, I am coming down to check on you. You have me worried about how much you forgot last week, so I will come see you for a little bit. c:
Afterwards, the phone was placed in the car's cup holder. When prepared to leave, Isidore pushed the key into the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. Calmly, the spirit drove to his destination, smiling as he excited himself with notions of speaking to her for a little bit. The ward medic he was thinking of was extremely benevolent, which suggested if they were to begin dating, she would be a marvellous fit into the Vynlay household. The spirit shook his head lightly, remembering he still needed to spend time becoming acquainted with her before he could suitably state whether their relationship would work out.
Affairs of the heart were difficult to sort through, therefore, Isidore needed to prepare for all possibilities, including the less favourable. People could always wear a mask... Kiawe proved that the evening he murdered him... The thought caused a shiver to flow through the spirit's body as he drove through the streets. Those thoughts were shoved to the back of the dark-haired man's mind as he fixated on the upcoming objectives. The bespectacled man entered the downtown area, the location of the Terror Response Syndicate Headquarters.
The spirit pulled into the parking lot, taking a slot and parking his blue car. The button to his seat belt was pressed and released, Isidore shortly grabbing his phone and exiting his vehicle. The keys were snatched from the ignition before the door was closed, the vehicle locked with the simple push of a button. His phone and keys were returned to his pocket, the dark-haired man approaching the doors of the medical bay with intentions of seeing how the female ward medic was doing.
@lambert | 861 Words | Since the text thread started in mid December of 2018, I placed this thread around that time.
Lambert had headed towards the medical ward, as Isidore had instructed. He had a pretty good idea on how to handle this, but seeing as he was a hunter in the past instead of a ward medic, it made things rather difficult for him. But then again, he doubted he would have to do much of anything since he looked exactly like his brother, Harrison. He opened the doors to the ward and no sooner had he gone inside screaming could be heard, clearly mistaking him as Krueger. His phone went off but he ignored it as he wandered around the ward. Many of the staff made way for him, trying to avoid being too close as if that would safe them from any possible danger. Somebody had slipped outside so that he wouldn't hopefully notice them getting help from some TRS hunters.He paused in the middle of the room, calling out for who was in charge. As soon as the person stepped forward he announced. "I'm here to this man's shift!" He shouted, showing his cell phone of a picture of Isidore on it. It wasn't long before he heard somebody ask, "Is that Isidore?"
"Yes, I'm here to take over Isidore's shift." Of course his answer was meant with people clearly fearing him. It wasn't his fault that Isidore had sent his request to the wrong number. Oh how he wanted to see him in person, just that face expression would be so priceless. It was a few minutes later that some TRS hunters had wandered inside as means of attempting to capture him. "Now that is rude, I come on time and this is what happens." He answers, smug grin as he steps away from them. I need to wait just a little bit longer, he promised he'd check up on me. He thought to himself and then noticed Isidore had wandered inside the medical ward. "You've arrived!" He answered, clearly teasing Isidore in the process before adding, "You look so much more handsome in person." He flirted, most likely shocking a lot of people in the process. If they hadn't believed him before on taking Isidore's shift, perhaps they would now.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]After exiting his vehicle, Isidore stood straight, eyes glancing over the snow-covered parking lot. A quick survey of the area resulted the spirit raising a brow at the peculiar circumstances... The woman he requested to take his shift drove a unique car, a small, light green vehicle with flower decos in the small, furthermost back window. Alas, as Isidore glanced over the parking lot, her car was nowhere in sight! Did she walk here in this dreadful weather or had somebody given the pleasant woman a ride to work?
The ward medic hoped it was the latter option, even if it involved the potential of the beautiful girl having somebody else in her life. The frigid temperatures of winter were something Isidore did not want her to be exposed to. Hesitantly, the bespectacled man's eyes locked onto the TRS headquarters. There was slight haste evident in the spirit's steps as he headed towards the doors of the medical ward. When there, he reached for the handle, yanking the heavy door open to finally head inside of the headquarters.
Upon entry, Isidore's eyes widened when a male voice announced his arrival. The spirit's eyes turned, a compliment leaving the lips of a blue-haired stranger. The ward medic stared at the mysterious stranger, confusion clear in his eyes.
"Excuse me? Who are you?" Isidore inquired, befuddled by the friendly man.
The flirting failed to bother the spirit, however, he was thoroughly confused. Where was the woman who was planning on taking his shift? Why was this man announcing his presence? The questions were endless and difficult to answer without more information.
Lambert couldn't help but chuckle when Isidore's eyes widened when he had called him out. He looked confused, of course that could be expected when you failed to realize you had texted the wrong phone number. When Isidore asked his question, he touched his chest with his hand, playing hurt. "You mean you don't remember me? I'm your darling Krueger." He answered in a flirting manner as he looked back at Isidore. To his amusement, plenty of people started looking towards Isidore, face expressions of fear as if they believed it possible that Isidore had in fact invited him in here. The TRS hunters attempted once more to capture him in the process, he moved away from him, thankfully the ward was full else he wouldn't be able to use so many people as a shield to keep the TRS hunters away from him.
"So sad... Isidore doesn't remember texting me... Told me to take his shift and everything." He answered, not really talking to Isidore at this point. "Time to go then. Sorry darling." He answered, glancing towards Isidore as he managed to make his way towards Isidore and the exit to head outside. I know coming here was a bad thing, but seeing a random text to come to the TRS was too hard to resist, plus they'll think it is Harrison. Punishment for running away from home, Harrison! He thought to himself, pushing open the door only to stop when he saw more TRS hunters waiting for him out here. They appeared cautious as if believing he'd attack them, perhaps the fear was in the right place, since if he had been Krueger, he likely would be been doing just that, but since he wasn't, he just stood there to see how things would play out.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Befuddlement conquered Isidore's countenance as he stared at the blue-haired man stationed in front of him. Admittedly, the spirit found the peculiar stranger attractive. The man's slender body was handsome, however, it was difficult to determined what was hidden beneath his clothes. The facial features were pleasant, magnificent to an extent. As Isidore analyzed his facial features, secretly wishing the stranger's hair was red opposed to blue. The dark-haired man adored redheads, finding them extremely attractive.
The blue-haired man's feigned hurt expression prompted a brow to raise on Isidore's face. Words escaped the man's slender lips, Isidore shaking his head. He proceeded to speak, the man proclaiming to be 'his darling Krueger'. Eyes widened as the bespectacled man remembered the notorious nickname of an Assembly of Phantoms soldier. The soldier was known for killing people in their dreams, hence the alias Krueger. Frightened, Isidore squeaked, backpedaling from the assumed soldier. Did Kiawe enlist somebody else to kill or capture him?!
Despite the flirtatious tones in the man's voice, the spirit was terrified of him. Hunters were closing the distance as the man answered his questions. The wrong number was messaged, which explained why the car was absent from the parking lot. The Assembly soldier slipped past him, heading through the doors. Hunters shoved past him, moving outside in an attempt to capture the infamous Krueger. The spirit pressed against the wall as they passed, surprised by the actions. Hesitantly, he glanced at the door, something tugging him in that direction.
Slowly, the ward medic inched towards the door, palm pressing against the bar of the heavy door. The bespectacled man glanced through the crack of the threshold, opening it further to watch things unfold.
Lambert watched as Isidore had backpedaled away from him. Though he was adorable as scared, he secretly couldn't help but wonder what he would be like if given a chance to have a fling. Of course now would be the wrong time to suggest such things because he didn't want to get Isidore in trouble with the TRS. The hunters attempted to capture him as he made his way outside. As soon as he made it outside, he noticed some TRS had been waiting for him, then of course some exiting to stand behind him. He currently was surrounded from all sides. To his surprise the doors had open once more and he glanced over to see Isidore had come outside.
Now lets see, my options are to attack them or surrender... It really doesn't bother me one bit that TRS is capturing me. I can't see Harrison being too happy about it since I've been parading around as him this whole time... That is just too damn back. He thought to himself before lifting his hands in the air. "I surrender." He didn't waste any time going onto his knees, before laying on his stomach, knowing they'd remain cautious and the last thing he wanted to do was encourage them to try and throw him onto the ground. He waited for the TRS to come forward, to handcuff and take him to the prison block.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]From the threshold of the medical ward doors, Isidore observed the TRS hunters surround the man he assumed was Krueger. A circle was formed around the blue-haired man, hunters prepared to attack or arrest him. Positioned in the center was the infamous Assembly soldier who appeared to analyze his situation. Silently, Isidore observed, his eyes locking on the blue-haired man, a subtle heart beat skipping in his chest. Softly, his hand reached up, the dark-haired man glancing at his chest for a moment.
Why did his heart react in this peculiar manner to his presence? Was somebody possibly trying to tie puppet strings around him?Emotions were shoved away, Isidore's eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the Assembly soldier. The Assembly of Phantoms were the reason behind his death. They persuaded Kiawe to thrust a knife into his back, maliciously murdering him and attempting to blame a terror. Thus, Isidore watched, keeping those abhorrent thoughts in his head while he prepared for a fight to unfold outside.
Suddenly, hands reached for the skies as the infamous Krueger surrendered. The spirit's jaw dropped as he watched the circumstances which occurred in front of his eyes. Surprise crawled onto his face as Isidore silently watched the TRS handcuff the blue-haired man.
Lambert glanced towards Isidore to notice his hand reached up to touch his chest briefly before looking away again. He had two choices and had already made up his mind on which one he was going to do. He reached his hands up as means of surrendering it, before kneeling onto his knees before adjusting to lay on his stomach, already having his hands behind his back just because it made this smoother when being arrested even though he wasn't really Krueger. He was handcuffed before somebody radioed in, "We've caught Krueger and we're going to place him in the prison right now." He was silent as they helped him to his feet before pushing him towards the prison block. The walk had been a slow peaceful walk. It had been a while since he had last been inside of a TRS HQ, even though he hadn't ever been in this one, it brought back old memories of his time as a hunter anyway. The cell had been opened and he was pushed inside. The guard made an effort of removing the handcuffs but he struggled before turning around to kick the guard out of his cell.
"Fine... keep them on, see if I fucking care." The guard answered in return before slamming the cell door shut. He moved to lay on the bed on his side, attempting to doze, viewing this as his punishment for allowing Harrison to run away from him in the first place and of course another place to be to hide from his stalker. A few hours later and it was time for dinner. A tray had been placed in his cell but he refused to touch it, refused to move from the bed as he laid, ignoring the pain of hungry from his stomach. From down the hall he could hear the guard from earlier complaining about being in trouble when he wasn't able to take the handcuffs off and how Krueger clearly wasn't interested in eating else he would have made some effort of playing nice for the handcuffs to be removed. "We need somebody from the ward to come down here with a feeding tube, just to avoid letting Krueger starve to death." The guard radioed in, meanwhile he rolled his eyes. If they thought they'd force feed him, they'd have another thing coming.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Silently, Isidore watched from the safety of the medical ward's threshold as the hunter cuffed Krueger. The easiness of the arrest dumbfounded the young spirit. Normally, Assembly members, especially soldiers, fought against being captured as though it meant life or death. They never ceased struggling, fighting until the moment they were forcibly caught by the hunters of the Terror Response Syndicate. The blue-haired man's actions were abnormal by all counts; an outlier amidst the realm of war. It surprised Isidore, however, another concerned his mind.
Without another medic in the ward, Isidore would be expected to stay. A frown breached his face as he watched what unfolded before him. Radio static echoed as the hunters declared Krueger's capture and Isidore's imprisonment. An annoyed sigh drifted through his lips as he pulled away from the threshold. The hunters were escorting Krueger into the prison, meanwhile, Isidore retreated into the medic ward. The dark-haired man had a uniform in his locker, however, he wanted to spend time with his family today, not work.
A quick call was given to his mother as he explained the situation, apologizing several times. His mother was not disappointed, but worried about her dearest son. Moments later, he changed from his clothes, tugging on his TRS uniform with a glum expression while desperately trying to contact someone who was not working. Unfortunately, hours ticked by and the ward medic discovered himself trapped in the confines of his job. The spirit was displeased being kept at work, a majority of his coworker's inquiring, but only receiving a quiet mumble about being fine.
Dinner time arrived, a time Isidore should have been spending at a restaurant with his family. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he proceeded to work through his break. The sounds of a radio drifted into his ears, informing him of medical assistance was needed for the faker. A groan escaped Isidore's lips as he grabbed the radio.
"I'm coming," he mumbled with subtle notes of annoyance.
The feeding tube was grabbed as Isidore headed downstairs, heading to the instructed prison block. A guard joined him, escorting him to the correct cell and unlocking the door. A medical table from the prison storage room was brought out and placed inside the cell for Isidore. There he stared at the man laying on the cot.
"I hope you're happy. Your lie made it so I can't spend time with my family," he mumbled as he walked inside.
Items were splayed across the metallic surface. From the threshold, a guard keenly watched, assuring nothing bad would happen to the ward medic.
Lambert heard the request from the guard and the Isidore who had chosen to answer it. He rolled his eyes, if they thought he'd have a feeding tube just because he refused to eat, they had another thing coming. The door to the cell opened, he remained in his spot, handcuff's still on because he had refused to allow the guard to take it off, despite their efforts earlier. He listened as a medical table was pushed in the cell. He listened to Isidore's complaint but didn't make a comment at first. "You texted me, I kept my word. It can't be helped nobody wanted to give me a chance." He answered before suddenly chuckling at the idea. "Me a chance.... looking like this of all people..." He mumbled, knowing it was his own fault for impersonating Harrison. He couldn't bring himself to regret it though, plus admitting to Isidore having the wrong phone number would have meant not getting the chance to meet him in person.
Slowly he rolled onto his other side, seeing Isidore and that glum face expression on his face. Hot damn he is so handsome in uniform. He thought to himself, cheeks going slightly pink as he tried to force his breathing to slow down. "You're wasting your time being here. Tell them this feeding tube failed and how you were supposed to spend it with your family." He answered before adding, "Go on... get out of here. Shoo." Of course he couldn't help but feel a great desire in wishing for Isidore to stay, not that he'd admit to such things. "Unless you wanted to sleep with me or something like that, but that would be best served when I'm not in a cell." He added, winking to prove a point. He is such good company. I'm going to miss him when he takes my advice and walks right out.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Infuriated from the lies told by the infamous Krueger, Isidore begrudgingly prepared to carry out his work under the watchful eyes of a TRS guard. All the spirit desired was a pleasant evening spent among family, it was nothing ridiculous to request. Family were important people in the lives of most average individuals, hence his wishes to have a spectacular day alongside them. Gradually, Isidore prepared the feeding tube as he waited for someone to come down with a blended version of the previously offered food.
If Isidore guessed, the blended version would taste questionable since they mixed the food and allowed it to become something with a milkshake-like consistency. He doubted his complaints would be registered by the Assembly soldier. Why would an Assembly member care about his well-being in happiness? The comment was stated purely for venting purposes, nothing more, nothing less. The man began making an excuse for his actions, stating he was texted, therefore, he answered the request. An annoyed sigh escaped Isidore's lips as he listened to the blue-haired man.
"You could have told me I had the wrong number," he stated, clearly annoyed.
Patiently, Isidore waited for the kitchen staff to arrive with the obliterated food. He was shortly surprised by the words stated by the blue-haired man. They were met with a stern glare from the ward medic. This occupation was medical-based, therefore leaving out of nowhere with nobody to cover his shift could have dire consequences. When requested to leave, Isidore shook his head.
"No. I have a job to do. I would feel horrible for not trying," Isidore explained quietly with a slight edge of anger.
Footsteps could be heard venturing down the hallway as somebody arrived to deliver the blended food. It was placed on the table, however, Isidore was distracted by a different set of words. Red consumed Isidore's cheeks as his eyes flitted towards Krueger, narrowed with anger.
"NO WAY! I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH YOU!" He shouted, clearly aggravated.
Quickly, he finished his work with the feeding tube before walking over to grab the blue-haired man's shoulder. He attempted to persuade him into a sitting position to start putting the tube in.
Lambert listened to Isidore speak as he laid on his side. "I didn't want to admit you had the wrong number." He answered him in return before rolling onto his side to face him. He made his comment about how Isidore needed to give up on the feeding tube and try and go home to spend time with his family. "Fine, feel horrible for not trying." He answered him in return, already planning on his counter if Isidore planned on being determined as ever in staying in his cell with a feeding tube prepared for him. Footsteps could be heard, clearly coming from somebody bringing the blended food. It had been set on the table and he gave one last try to encourage Isidore out of the room, pleased with his reaction even though he knew the answer already.
Now one last push... He thought to himself, waiting for Isidore to grab his shoulder, encouraging him to sit up. His mouth remained closed as he suddenly inched away from Isidore before ramming into the table, sending it out of the cell, possibly into a guard if somebody was standing there with the hopes of Isidore becoming scared and exiting his cell. "I'll say this once more, get out." He honestly didn't want to hurt Isidore but there was no way in hell that feeding tube was going into him.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]The man’s vulgar desires would regularly make Isidore tense, however, he struggled to display those behaviours. There was something inside of the bespectacled man which insisted everything would be alright. While the spirit disliked the concept of moving closer, he failed to bring himself to hate Krueger for the inappropriate language. A majority of people would have sparked intense emotions of hatred over suggesting those topics, however, the mysterious blue-haired man did not earn those feelings. The dark-haired man struggled to comprehend the reason behind those emotions.
The spirit rolled his eyes when Krueger admitted he did not want to inform Isidore about texting the wrong number. An annoyed sigh automatically escaped his lips after hearing the blue-haired man’s words. The excuse was ridiculous and resulted in a slew of problematic obstacles. Nonetheless, Isidore attempted to exude an air of professionalism after his abrupt outburst and disproving words. The blue-haired man continued talking, forcing the spirit to resist serving him with an eye roll. He planned on trying at least, it was his duty as a medic to keep people healthy even if they were prisoners.
His fingers were wrapped the clear tube as he turned, eyes locking on Krueger. When prepared, he began approaching to administer the feeding tube. Steps were cautious as Isidore walked forward, reaching to grab the soldier's shoulders. Hands were getting closer to Krueger's shoulders, but suddenly he dodged his grip.
"H-hey!" Isidore shouted in surprise.
The bespectacled spirit backpedaled, eyes following the blue-haired man as he slipped by. Initially, Isidore believed the man was attempting to escape until a loud crash echoed through the prison cell. The prisoner's shoulder rammed into the cart, sending it rolling forward. A gasp escaped the mouth of a prison guard as the cart closed in, smacking into him. The TRS guard toppled to the floor, freshly blended food falling from the cart and covering him. A disgusted groan escaped his lips, the sounds of footsteps soon following as other guards arrived because of the unexpected noise.
Meanwhile, the medic stood inside, fingers curled around the translucent feeding tube and eyes wide with shock. The Assembly soldier spoke about leaving the cell. A soft sigh escaped the dark-haired man's lips as he retreated, exiting the cell and allowing the guards to close the door. Without the food, he could not carry out his task for the time being.
Lambert had tried encouraging Isidore to go home but since he wasn't willing to go without encouragement, the first thing that would be required is at the very least, kicking him out of his cell. Isidore's shout was ignored when he had suddenly moved away before ramming into the cart. The guard standing nearby was hit before becoming smothered in the blended food. Foot steps could be heard as more TRS arrived after hearing the sudden noise. He turned to look towards Isidore, making his comment, watching as Isidore retreated before the guards closed the cell door behind him. "And go home and be with your family!" He shouted, not done with telling Isidore that he should be with his family. Just because he couldn't be with his, didn't mean TRS should have the right to keep Isidore from his own, he had already been at work long enough, leaving early shouldn't be that big of a deal to TRS, or at least that was his belief on the subject.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Slow, disappointed steps carried Isidore outside the threshold of the cell. As he entered the corridor, the bespectacled man released a sigh through his lips. This shift was proving to be exponentially difficult because of Krueger's attitude. There was little the spirit could accomplish without the blended food. Admittedly, the ward medic was surprised the blue-haired man was still cuffed, but assumed it was a safety protocol because of how dangerous the notorious Krueger could be. The man was a soldier, somebody trained to fight for the Assembly of Phantoms.
While the other guards locked the door behind him to avoid Krueger escaping his cell. He glanced through the bars at the blue-haired prisoner trapped inside. A shout escaped his mouth, prompting Isidore to glare at the stranger locked inside. He wanted to enjoy the evening with his family, however, as a TRS medic, he was expected to help others. His occupation was immensely important, especially since lives hung in the balance. The Terror Response Syndicate could not cease their goals, else innocent people risked losing everything.
"No, not until you eat something," Isidore stated, crossing his arms. "Which means I'm not going home to eat until you have your supper."
The spirit possessed a stern expression as he stared at Krueger, clearly determined to make him eat. Somebody needed to assure he consumed supper. If the man cared enough about him to demand him to head home, maybe he would consume food to assure Isidore did not starve. There was no flaw to the plan because of the bespectacled man's species after all.
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