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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Lambert watched Isidore glaring at him, hopeful that it might encourage him to go home and be with his family. He wasn't sure why he felt so determined, but he felt a great need in having Isidore sent home at all costs. He listened to his words, surprised at the counter Isidore had given right back at him. Not unless I eat something? He thought to himself before a small smug grin had crossed onto his lips. "Sorta hard with handcuffs off, wouldn't you agree?" He asked him in return, making sure to turn around for Isidore to get a good look at the handcuffs before facing him once more. "But these aren't coming off, so you'll have to return home without me eating first." He answered in return, hoping that counter would prove that he was just as stubborn. Of course the second part, had surprised him and he frowned.
He isn't going to eat until I eat first? You've got to be kidding me. He thought to himself before suddenly moving close to the cell bars, looking straight at Isidore. "I get being a medic is an important task and all but why would you starve yourself for Krueger? How does that benefit you in the slightest?" He asked in return, confused on Isidore's reason of a threat. All it did was hurt Isidore and yet Lambert couldn't help but feel a great need in finding a way to encourage Isidore to eat even if he had to submit this one time. "So stubborn...." He answered in a mumble before pulling away from the cell bars he found himself pacing. When I agreed to be locked up, I wasn't planning on having an adorable medic suffer with me.... He thought to himself before answering, "You'll be waiting a long time." He answered, not sure how long he could refrain from appearing to care.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Medics were crucial to the Terror Response Syndicate, thus Isidore weighed a hefty responsibility upon his shoulders. People required healing, the ongoing war efforts manifesting a dangerous atmosphere around them. Hunters, scouts and even fellow medics received constant injuries, therefore, they required plenty of medical personnel. Although, Krueger’s position as an Assembly soldier brought up the inquiry of whether assuring his health was necessary. The blue-haired man was among the people who created those devastating wounds of his fellow TRS members… So why did he care?
The bespectacled man could have given up and returned to his regular shift in the ward, but instead stood glaring down a problematic prisoner. There was something stirring inside the spirit, a mysterious mix of emotions. A mingling of anger sparked from the man’s refusal to eat, but an underlying tone of concern accompanying it… To explain the peculiar brew of emotions felt impossible, as though something greater and invisible to their eyes connected them. It fed into Isidore’s determination to help the blue-haired man; it was necessary.
The bespectacled man listened as Krueger mentioned the handcuffs. Did he really think that would allow him to escape? The man foolishly claimed they would not allow him release from the handcuffs.
“Then I will get the guards to uncuff you. You need to eat,” Isidore said, arms crossed and voiced similar to a nagging mother.
He turned on a heel, facing the guards behind him, including the filth-covered one. They overheard the ward medic’s words and appeared surprised by the request. Only moments prior had Krueger lashed out and caused mischief. Their hesitance was detected by Isidore in their expressions, however, he was tasked with assuring Krueger would get properly fed.
"I need him uncuffed to make sure he eats and since he may have valuable information we could get, I recommend doing it so the higher ups are pleased," Isidore suggested to them.
A groan escaped the guards as they assisted their fallen comrade from the cement floor. Two remained as the others led their comrade to get a fresh uniform alongside a shower. He listened to Krueger's words and slowly turned back to face him. Through the iron bars, Isidore stared at the oddly attractive face. Only for a fleeting moment did the spirit's eyes linger before flitting away to gaze elsewhere. Yet, the effects were already cast in the form of a fluttering heart. Why did he keep reacting this way to an Assembly soldier?!
The spirit sighed softly, eyes refusing to meet Krueger's countenance as he answered. "I have no choice. I need you to eat. So I'm not eating until you do. So I will take being stubborn as a compliment."
The empty threat was accomplished out of desperation opposed to compassion. Theoretically, the blue-haired man may be unaware of the information surrounding his case... unless... Kiawe told him. Merely thinking about the name made Isidore's complexion turn paler, a quiver conquering his body. The malicious nephilim was a terrifying force... As Kruger began pacing inside the cell, Isidore found it easier to watch him. Steadily, the ward medic's dull brown eyes observed him, meanwhile, the guards were radioing for the keys to the handcuffs.
Lambert couldn't help but smirk slightly when Isidore made his comment. "You want these handcuffs, off? Do it yourself..." He challenged, adjusting his hands slightly before pressing the cuffs against his wrists so that it becomes tighter, able to feel the pressure of the handcuffs. He expected Isidore to turn back to stop the guards, but instead some had left to assist the one in getting cleaned up while the other two unlocked the cell and walked cautiously inside. He noticed that Isidore had turned around to look at him, he moved away from the guards advancing towards him before moving to jump onto the bed. "Nice try, but you won't catch me this way..." He answered, before jumping from the bed to head towards the cell door.
"You'll be waiting a long time, Knight in shining armor..." He countered before exiting the cell, kicking it closed behind him to lock the guards inside of it. Since they had a key, it wouldn't be difficult for them to get out, however the skill Krueger had was slowly becoming overwhelming and they weren't sure if they even wanted to join him on the other side of the cell or not. If it was this easy for him to get out handcuffed, what would stop him if they happened to get him back inside? "You will eat, now you got two choices, go home or I'll go to your home and then you're forced to go home." Lambert answered in return as he challenged him.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Responsibilities weighed heavily on Isidore’s shoulders as he sent the guards in to uncuff Krueger. Without food, the unfortunate prisoner would suffer and eventually die from starvation, therefore, he needed to persuade him to eat. Guarantees were nonexistent, especially in a situation where people were associated with the enemy. Assembly members would never trust TRS, even a mere medic searching for a solution. However, throughout his interaction with the blue-haired man, Isidore was admittedly getting frustrated by the man’s attitude.
First, the repulsive man inappropriately flirted with him then decided to favour him with a smirk while informing him he needed to take the cuffs off. The bespectacled medic narrowed his eyes at the blue-haired soldier in response, however, it was cut short. An odd pressure developed around Isidore’s wrists, prompting him to lift his hands and glance over the area. A brow furrowed as he gazed at his wrists, noticing nothing constricting them. What was happening? Briefly, he glanced between his wrists and Krueger, a little confused by the sensation.
Moments later his eyes returned to Krueger, watching the prison guard's attempts to capture him and free him from the handcuffs... only to be dodged. Successfully, the blue-haired man sprinted towards the door, slamming it shut on the guards. A startled gasp escaped Isidore's mouth as he backpedaled slightly. Although, it shifted to surprise when the prisoner claimed him a knight in shining armour. A breath was brought deeply into his lungs as he listened to the man's option.
"You said I could uncuff you... So I pick that option," Isidore responded, his steps slow. "You told me to do it myself."
With that, the TRS ward medic reached for Krueger's arm, praying he would not face negative repercussions for his actions. His mind screamed against the action, however, his heart said otherwise. As his fingertips connected with the soldier's arms, the spirit's heart fluttered wildly. Slowly, he tried to wrap his hand around Krueger's arm while the guards fumbled with the keys to unlock the cell.
Lambert was unaware that Isidore had felt the handcuffs become tighter, he honestly had done it just because he knew he could and saw no reason in not punishing himself. Isidore looking between him and his wrists had gone unnoticed as he ditched the guards in the cell. He watched as Isidore had gasped before backpedaling away from him. As could be expected since he appeared just like Krueger. He flirted with Isidore when he reminded him of a comment that had been made by text, he wasn't expecting Isidore to take him seriously on the matter, he was just attempting to fluster him or gain any reaction since Isidore was just so adorable. He was surprised when Isidore had taken a step towards him, mentioning how he chose the option of uncuffing him, reminding him of how he had to do it himself. Isidore had suddenly reached for his arm and he found himself just standing there unsure on what to do.
He wasn't expecting Isidore to go brave on him. Meanwhile, Isidore's hand wrapped around his arm as the guards fumbled with the keys to unlock the cell. He watched as they finally got it open before slowly tugging away from Isidore. If you think I'm going to stand here and let them uncuff me, you have another thing coming. He thought to himself, unaware they were reaching towards Isidore to hand him the keys he backpedaled away from them. The motion had been quick, he hadn't expected Isidore to hold on and instead of gaining distance, he instead had tripped over himself and landed on his back with Isidore sitting on top of him. Slow breaths were taken as he secretly hoped, Isidore wouldn't notice the excitement he felt from having him on top of him, having bumped him on accident because he had no control over his action.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Concerns filtered through Isidore's mind as courage fueled his decisions. Somebody was required to help, even if this blue-haired was an Assembly soldier. As a ward medic, one of the spirit's responsibilities was assisting others and he required help. Fortunately, the dark-haired man's hand managed to curl around Krueger's arm. At least this was the start to finally getting the prisoner uncuffed. From there, Isidore would finally receive the chance to possibly feed him and assure he would not die from starvation.
The sounds of jingling keys filled Isidore's ears as the guards managed to unlock the door and escape the prison cell. Dull brown eyes glanced behind Krueger as the guards prepared to hand the spirit the keys. Throughout the exchange, he failed to notice how he flustered the blue-haired man, but had noticed him get startled. Suddenly, Krueger pulled away, forcing Isidore's grip to tighten and pulling him with him. The spirit's heart raced as he stumbled with the blue-haired man, feeling them fall towards the hard floor.
Together they toppled, Isidore falling onto Krueger. A soft groan left his mouth, but only moments later he noticed the reaction the soldier was having. The spirit quickly pushed off, glaring at the uncontrolled action.
"What the heck?!" He exclaimed, scrabbling back.
The situation turned awkward in mere seconds and Isidore was uncertain what to do about it. There was a job to complete, however, it was difficult with these circumstances.
Lambert had backpedaled when the guards had left the cell, unaware they only planned on giving the keys to Isidore so that he could uncuff him. When Isidore had sat on him, it was a bit closer than he would care to admit, so his excitement would be noticed by Isidore, of course it was short lived when Isidore had suddenly pushed off of him before exclaiming his words. Slowly he adjusted to sit up, not planning on taking any action against Isidore, despite finding him adorable. "You should head home." He answered, once more tightening the handcuffs, unaware that Isidore was able to feel the phantom pain from his actions. So stupid... If only I could have controlled myself better.... He thought to himself, viewing the handcuffs as his own punishment. He wasn't planning on taking no for an answer from Isidore either, it was his final answer.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]The closeness created by the unexpected yanking had manifested some ill-favouring and disturbing circumstances for the young ward medic. Originally, he planned on merely removing the cuffs, however, the circumstance shifted to something more awkward and downright gross! Based on Krueger’s reactions, the blue-haired man possessed a genuine attraction towards the bespectacled spirit, but not in the respects Isidore desired from others. The attraction was physical based and lacked any consideration for his personality and behaviours. In short, it was shallow and superficial because of those factors.
An annoyed huff breached Isidore’s lips as he listened to the man request he return home. Pain echoed in his wrists as the cuffs clicked tighter. A brow rose as he gazed between his wrists and the mysterious soldier. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Isidore merely opened a palm to take the guard’s key. Hesitantly, they provided, uncertain on how the spirit would handle this situation. Key in hand, the dark-haired man stood and walked over to Krueger. He kneeled behind him, hand grabbing one of his arms to try and unlock him.
“Honestly? You think I will allow you to just die?!” He asked rhetorically.
The medic attempted to slip the key into the locks of the cuffs. He refused to allow his patient to die if he could do something about it.
Lambert noticed Isidore looking at his wrists but wasn't sure of his reason behind it. Had he guessed? Wait.... Oh hell no... He thought to himself, having heard about soulmates but not expecting to meet his for a very very very long time. Isidore took the key from the guard. "What are you doing?" He asked, already knowing what Isidore was doing, but the thought of finding his soulmate had spooked him. Isidore moved to be behind him before kneeling down before grabbing one of his arms to unlock the handcuffs. He listened to Isidore's question while the handcuffs were being removed. "You're TRS, why wouldn't you?" He answered in return before suddenly moving forward to get some distance between Isidore and himself. You'd think he'd want the closeness since he found Isidore attractive but if there was the slightest chance this was his soulmate he wanted to stay far away as one were to stay away from the plague itself. Oh god... so tired... He thought to himself, being reminded of his lack of sleep. Of course since he was in the cell, he didn't view sleeping as a good idea and yet he found his eyes heavy before falling asleep anyway.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Smoothly the key slipped into the handcuffs around Krueger's wrist. When the blue-haired man inquired about what he was doing, Isidore merely rolled his eyes and proceeded with his task. There was suspicions lurking inside the spirit's mind, heart fluttering with hope. Sensing another's pain was a symptom of a soulmate connection, which was something he searched for endlessly. While he prayed for a more favourable soulmate, the hopeless romantic craved the attention of the person he was destined to be with forever.
The key was turned inside the hole, the cuffs clicking as they were unlocked. Pressure was relieved from the Assembly soldier's wrists... but the peculiar sensations also ceased after releasing Krueger. Surprise flickered in Isidore's eyes, heart fluttering as realization dawned. An opportunity was provided should the information he knew about soulmates was indeed correct. This blue-haired man could potentially be his soulmate which meant destiny would connect them, right? The dramatic situation frightened Isidore, but fate was required to be kind, correct?
The man stated he was TRS, hence the kindness he provided. Curiosity entered Isidore's mind as he pondered the romantic possibilities. Would his benevolence persuade Krueger to change himself?! Excitement roamed through his mind, however, he was frightened by the blue-haired man's physical desires. Abruptly, the man pulled away, startling Isidore as the man retreated to his cell. A frown graced Isidore's lips, a soft sigh escaping his mouth. Slowly, he rose from his position on the floor, walking back towards the cell.
"I'm not eating until you do," he reminded the prisoner.
If they were truly soulmates, then certainly Krueger cared enough to avoid allowing him to "starve" right? The bespectacled man was hopeful to hear those long-desired words of love and affection from another individual. Years he spent searching for the individual he was destined to stand beside, and now he believed that man was laying outside the cell. Patiently, he waited for those sweet words only to hear soft snoring... Shock graced Isidore's face, concerns entering his mind. Maybe... he was just exhausted from being arrested?
Quietly, Isidore decided to allow Krueger an hour to sleep in hopes his kindness could persuade him to eat. As expected, the guards grabbed Lambert and took him into the cell to rest.
Lambert couldn't help but fall asleep because he had already gone too long without it. Oh no.... I'm back in this place. He thought to himself, until suddenly the dreams seemed to change into a peaceful one. He was unaware of the fact the guards had grabbed him and placed him back in the cell where he was free to dream without the fear of anybody else entering it. What was supposed to be only a hour of sleep, had turned into a few hours, because he was lacking. It was almost dinner time by the time he had woken up from his nap, feeling somewhat better but at the same time sick because he hadn't eaten lunch.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Every motion was watched as the guards hauled Krueger back onto the cell's bed. The man barely moved an inch after the words Isidore stated, however, who knows when sweet slumber claimed him. Nonetheless, the spirit found his heart aching at the thought of his alleged soulmate slipping into the realm of sleep during a crucial discussion. Did the blue-haired man who shared his pain care naught? The thought frightened the young ward medic who yearned for the intoxicated emotions that arrived with being smitten.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as Isidore sat down outside the TRS prison cell. The guards hardly bothered him, believing the medic would consider persuading Krueger to eat. It was among the spirit's significant duties. However, Isidore planned on waiting until the man he was charged with caring for woke. He kept his TRS addition radio on to listen for emergency cases that would require a magically inclined individual. His task was to assure Krueger consumed something to avoid him starving to death, hence he would patiently wait.
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Hours passed before there was a stir from inside the cell. The bespectacled spirit waiting, watching through all those hours. In the time, a pain had settled in his stomach, one he had not felt since his death. Hunger pains manifested from a lack of food consumption; another proof that the man inside the cell could be his soulmate. When Krueger woke, Isidore stared at him through the bars.
"Still haven't eaten," Isidore mumbled.
Plenty of time had been spent waiting for Krueger to rouse. There were hopes his theorized soulmate would abandon this pursuit because of the "pain" Isidore was inflicting on himself via not eating. Spirits did not receive those complications, but as stated, Krueger did not need to know his species.
Lambert found himself staring at the ceiling, hearing a voice encouraged him to turn towards the cell door to see Isidore sitting just outside, being reminded that he hadn't eaten anything yet. "You're still here, I see." He whispered in return as he stared at Isidore. So determined.... and I don't want him starving for me so I have no choice. He thought to himself as he turned to stare at the ceiling again. "Fine... I'll eat something.... Just go be with your family after I've done so." He answered in return, unsure why he cared about Isidore visiting his family. He wasn't normally this kind to somebody he wanted a fling with but Isidore was different and he had ruined his day by not admitting he had the wrong number to begin with. Besides if there was a chance of Isidore being his soulmate, he didn't want him to feel his hunger pain. "What is the meal this time?" He asked, unaware lunch had since passed and dinner was approaching in only a few more minutes.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]A single goal echoed through Isidore's mind as he watched Kruger. The spirit's legs were crossed as he watched the blue-haired man. After the hours that passed, the dark-haired man's bottom felt sore and his legs slightly stiff. The man behind those thick bars could potentially be Isidore's soulmate, the individual his heart longed for. A romantic partner, the one relationship the young spirit craved and returned to Earth to search for. Hopes were high as Isidore watched the freshly woken man.
A comment was made about Isidore still being present which was promptly responded to with a hasty nod. Prayers were sent about his white lie successfully persuading the prisoner to eat something. Should his belief be correct, the spirit's soulmate would want to avoid responsibility in making him starve, right? Heartbeats happily skipped as Isidore's eyes widened at the joyous decision Kruger arrived at. Finally, the man he presumed as his soulmate agreed to eat the food being offered by the TRS. Relief flowed over Isidore, however, it disappeared quickly from the stipulation provided.
After everything was finished, Isidore was required to return home and spend time with his family... His soulmate seemed caring despite his association with the Assembly of Phantoms...
"O-okay," Isidore responded softly before calling down the hallway. "Can someone grab Krueger's supper, please?"
Slowly, he stood, somewhat wobbly after spending time sitting on the concrete floor. The spirit's fingers wrapped around the bars. Gradually, he managed to steady himself, blood flowing fully through his legs. He watched down the hallway, waiting for somebody to arrive with Krueger's food.
Lambert was pleased when Isidore seemed to agree to head home to visit family as soon as he ate something. He had asked what was the meal, but didn't receive an answer. As soon as it was done a guard had walked down the halls, before pushing the tray inside the cell. Slowly he rose from the bed, seeing what was for dinner, he decided that he'd just eat this and go back to sleep. Seeing as Isidore was supposed to keep his promise and head home to visit family anyway. He picked the tray up, eating the food slowly, his hunger slowly dying away because he was finally putting something in his stomach. As soon as it was finished he placed the tray near the cell door and moved back towards the bed to lay down. "It was fun chatting with you, Isidore." Slowly he doze, until he was fast asleep.
This was the best sleep he had in a while and with any luck, Isidore would go home to his family. The next few days would be somewhat better, Lambert eating so that Isidore wouldn't feel required to watch over him. It was on this morning however, everything had changed. An older man had barged down into the prison halls before stopping in front of his cell. "LAMBERT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED YOU MADE US. ME. FOR ALLOWING US TO BELIEVE YOU'VE BEEN DEAD THIS WHOLE TIME. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TELLING PEOPLE YOU'RE KRUEGER?" He shouted, glaring at Lambert's back, who was finding himself annoyed that somebody knew exactly who he was.
"I am Krueger, you dumb ass. So go the fuck away." He mumbled before turning away from him. "I got permission to take you out of here from the higher ups, they want Krueger, not his twin." The older man answered, proving to be none other than his old mentor. "I AM NOT LEAVING!" He shouted, refusing to leave the cell willingly.
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