Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2022
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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
It had been a bit after he had taken his classes and, of course, gotten to know his mentor a bit. Naturally he had a bone to pick with him over something or whatever, or perhaps he was just using that as an excuse to not be alone. He had managed to get a new phone during his time as an apprentice at TRS and had only a few contacts on there, including his mentor's phone number and place of residence. He arrived at the other blond's apartment door and stopped before it, staring at the apartment number before he took a step back and then forward uneasily. Should he even bother to try knocking? Maybe he should just go back to his own place, since this was just a waste of time anyway.
The blond put his hands in his pockets as he glared at the door before him. He tapped his foot against the ground a little before he huffed and stepped forward once more and pulled his hands out of his pocket, raising one to knock on the door a couple of times before he stepped back and slipped his hand into his pocket once more. He waited for a couple of minutes before he grumbled and stepped forward once more, raising his hand to pound his fist on the door a couple of times a little more firmly. Where the hell was he? Was he just not home or something? "Damn idiot..." He muttered, turning away to perhaps leave before he heard a door open. Oh, about time. Michael turned around and was about to say something before he froze and stared at the person who had opened the door.
He blinked a couple of times as he stared at a rather...cute brunette. "Have...have we met?" He asked him, taking a step towards him before he stopped. He looked...so familiar. Where had he seen him from? "Uh, is...do you live here?" He asked him, gesturing towards the apartment the brunette was in. Well, if he didn't then why did he open the door? Or...something.
Prepare the diving bell It's time to take this low I sink into myself, low No need for farewell
Akira had been minding his own business for the most part, lying in bed, trying to take a nap, when he heard the knocking begin. It wasn't unlike Ian to get some guests, especially if it was his boyfriend or whoever. But the persistence of it seemed... Weird. Ian would normally have gotten it by now if he was home. So the brunette stood and stretched, deciding that maybe if it was important he could take a message for his neighbor or something of the sort.
He padded out of his room and through the living room to open his door, poking his head out to see someone he had indeed seen before. But it hadn't exactly been him.
'Oi, isn't that the dumb fuck I threw around like a ragdoll?'
There was just an enormous amount of laughter in his head as Kyou reminisced. Akira slid carefully out of his apartment, his hands picking the threads at the bottom of his hoodie sleeves. "If you're looking for Ian, h-he's not home right now. C-Can I help you?"
He shook his head a little, taking another step towards him as he slipped a hand into his pocket before he found himself in front of the brunette. When did he get there? "Oh, uh..it's...it's not important. Well, that important. I..." He trailed off, stumbling over his own words. Now, that just wasn't like him. What was wrong with him? Sure he'd seen some pretty hot and cute guys before but they hadn't made him stumble over his words like he was now. Did he get some brain injury from that accident?
"Uh..." He blinked and pulled his hand out of his pocket to extend it towards the brunette in the form of a handshake. "My...my name's Michael. Um, Ian...he's my mentor back at...it doesn't matter. Wow you have beautiful eyes." He blinked and felt his cheeks heat up before he widened his eyes a little in panic and put his hand on the back of his neck, chuckling nervously as he glanced around. "Oh, fuck did I say that out loud? Uh, sorry...but it's true but uh...y-yeah I'll shut up now." He really was fucking this up. What happened to him being all cool, huh? Gods, he was a complete and utter idiot.
"So..sorry about...that mess um. Start over?" He glanced back towards the brunette as he shifted his footing a little, an apologetic expression on his face. "Do...um, do you...know how long it'll be before he gets back here?" He asked him, scanning his eyes over the brunette's features; at least for the time being. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he honestly wasn't sure if that was from nerves or because he had been so godsdamned stupid. He wasn't even sure if the brunette would be able to hear it or not, frankly he wouldn't have been able to but that didn't really matter.
Prepare the diving bell It's time to take this low I sink into myself, low No need for farewell
Akira tried to back up a little as the blonde came towards him, choosing to stand just in front of him. He blinked in a bit of confusion, his head tilted to the side as he tried to understand the words that the other male was trying to say. Then there was the offer of a handshake, he didn't want to be rude, but at the same time, he didn't want to deal with whatever the blonde was feeling at that particular moment. So instead he just shook his head and shrugged, at least acknowledging that there was a person standing there.
Akira blushed a bit at the comment. He had heard it before of course, but he always doubted that there was really anything that special about them. "I-I'm A-Akira." His voice shook in nervousness, though he wasn't quite sure why. What exactly did he have to be nervous about. This was one of Ian's friends, right? Any friend of Ian he could trust, couldn't he? Then again, it was the same person that Kyou had harassed and injured those few weeks ago.
'Gods this guy is an idiot. Want me to get rid of him for you? Maybe there's some more cars or buildings that need to be crashed into.'
He wanted to yell at the voice to shut up, but that would have been strange, so he just put a small sheepish smile on his face instead. "I'm not sure when he will be back but I can let him know you're looking for him whenever he does come home if you'd like."
Michael had no idea about the brunette's other part of him, no idea that it had been him who had thrown him across the street and into a car and building just a few weeks prior. He was completely oblivious, and it was probably thanks to his concussion he had received from the event. "Akira..." He tested the name on his tongue, nodding a little as he gave him a smile. Again, something that wasn't really...him. Well, at least not for first meetings. "Ah, yeah...yeah that would be nice. Um, can...can I give you my number? Just...so you can maybe contact me when he gets here too." Yeah, that was the reason. Totally.
He glanced down and reached a hand into his pocket, pulling out his new phone before he paused and looked back up at Akira. "Um..." Fuck, what was he going to say again? "Uh...I should...um, yeah." He took a step back, shaking his head a little as he lifted his free hand to rub the back of his neck. Right, he was going to give him his number. "Oh, right! Uh, do you have a pen and paper maybe..? Just so I can...leave you my number. Email too maybe if...my phone isn't working." He glanced back towards the brunette, scanning his icy blue eyes over his face. Gods why did he feel so squirrelly?
Prepare the diving bell It's time to take this low I sink into myself, low No need for farewell
Akira just blinked in stupidity as the blonde went about fumbling for his phone and asking if he could leave his number. Akira went to pull his own phone out of his pocket when the other male asked for a pen and paper. Well, he supposed if he wanted to be really old fashioned or something that he could do that, though, they could just tap their phones together to share the information, but maybe the other was unaware of that.
'This guy is the most ridiculous loser I've seen since Amos. You should save yourself the trouble an let me kill him now.'
The smile faded from his face as he turned and entered his apartment, silently holding the door open for the other to follow if he had so desired. He quietly moved over to the counter in the kitchen where he had a notepad, he had been writing his grocery list on it, and a pen with some Japanese writing that he had gotten from his last school. He handed them over to the blonde without even lifting his head, and it was obvious that something was wrong.
'Oh please. Get your shit together. You're so pathetic.'
He hadn't really expected to be let into the brunette's apartment, but the blonde nodded and stepped into the apartment, pausing at the entrance before he followed the brunette over to the kitchen. He took a quick look around before he turned his attention back over to Akira as he was handed a pad with a pen that had...Japanese writing on it. How cool. Though his eyes flicked over to the brunette, taking note of how he kept his head down. He held the pad and pen in his hands for a couple of moments before he set them down on the kitchen counter and took a step towards the brunette, tilting his head to the side a little as he reached a hand out to touch his shoulder with concern on his face. "Hey...are you okay..? What's wrong, Akira?" He asked him, his voice having grown soft a little as he scanned his eyes over the brunette.
Though it didn't take too long before the brunette had pulled away from him, causing Michael to blink and take a step back. "Oh, uh, sorry... I...I didn't mean to upset you..." He spoke up, glancing away briefly before he turned his attention back over to him. "Is there anything I can do for you? Uh, can I get you anything?" He asked him, shifting his footing a little as he lifted a hand to run it through his blonde hair. He glanced down towards the pad and pen and licked his lips a little before he reached out and grabbed the pen, glancing at the grocery list that had been written down before he jotted down his name, phone number, and email onto an open space on the paper. He set the pen down and looked back up towards the brunette once more, shifting his footing a little once again.
"I've written down my phone number and email, in...in case you want to contact me. To, uh, talk or...something." He paused as he glanced down before he looked at the brunette once more. "Are...are you sure you're okay..? I can get you anything or do anything for you, if..if it'll help make you feel better. Anything at all."
Prepare the diving bell It's time to take this low I sink into myself, low No need for farewell
Akira reacted to the touch to his shoulder by practically jerking away from the blonde. He did hate to be touched after all, but it wasn't like this guy knew that. So he just muttered an apology and looked towards the pen and paper as the blond wrote down his information. It wasn't like he really needed it, but he guessed that he could hang onto it in case Ian would need it. "I'm fine." He insisted. "Besides, what are you going to do or get for me in my own apartment?" He shook his head and put on a brilliant fake smile on his face as he looked back up. "It's nothing for you to worry about, really. But I'll make sure that Ian gets this information when he gets home. He's probably working anyways."
His words made the blond want to smack himself in the forehead. Right, of course...he had everything he needed at his place. It wasn't like he knew where anything was anyway. "Right..." He trailed off, shifting his footing again before he gave him a small smile. "Uh...can...maybe could we..." What the fuck was he doing anyway? He just met him. "Could we stay in touch? Maybe?" He asked him, a hopeful expression crossing his eyes as he watched the brunette. Why did he want to get to know him? Why did he want to stay in touch with a complete stranger?
"Maybe...maybe the next time I come over here... Erm, t-to Ian's I mean... I...I can bring you something?" He spoke up, feeling his face heat up slightly. Gods, how stupid could he be? He just met him and already... Though...his eyes scanned the brunette's face as he looked at that brilliant smile. It...fit him so well. He just wanted to grab him and - whoa, no. No, no no. Too early.
"Even if you're fine... I'd like it if I could..." He paused in order to try and calm his nerves, letting his icy blue eyes lock with those sapphire gems the brunette had. "I know we just met but... I want to help you in any way, little or not...stupid or not."
Prepare the diving bell It's time to take this low I sink into myself, low No need for farewell
Keep in touch? Why would he want to do that? They had just met after all, right?
'He wants to fuck you. Gods only knows why though.'
Leave it to Kyou to be blunt. But he was flustered by the thought, another small blush coming to his face as he tried to ignore the voice in his head. Kyou was just laughing and making his sarcastic comments while the blonde struggled with his words and why he was feeling the way he was.
'Maybe I should make him go away, make it so he never comes back, save you the trouble.'
"Please don't." His voice was soft, and more directed at Kyou than at Michael, but still he looked towards the blonde again and shook his head. "You don't, you shouldn't, do anything for me. I can do plenty on my own and I don't need someone like you fucking up my life."
Akira screamed at the imposter for shoving him down, but Kyou was growing sick of the pathetic puppy in front of him. "Now leave me alone, I've got shit to do." He waved off the blonde and went digging around his kitchen, pretending to be doing something important like the dishes. "You're still here?"
Michael blinked at his soft words, unsure of what he should do next. However, his next set of words surprised the blond. Did he...was he too forward? He seemed less...shy so to speak. He was a bit stunned by how the brunette was acting all of a sudden. His eyes followed him as he moved into his kitchen as he spoke more, blinking once or twice. "I...what?" He managed out, taking a step away from the counter he had been at with the pad and pen.
"I'm sorry if I did or said something to upset you, Akira. I...is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He spoke up, wondering why he cared what the brunette thought of him or why he wanted him out of his home. Why did it matter to him? "I'll go, I'll give you some space now..." He trailed off, not really moving from his spot just yet. Something just...didn't seem right, though he couldn't pinpoint as to what.
Don't fill your head with things and think you're free I can smell the fear I become your nightmare steppin' in your dreams
"Sheesh. Can't take a hint, can ya?" He shook his head and turned around, leaning back against the counter for a moment before striding up to the blonde with an air of confidence that Akira never would have had. He poked the male in the sternum and looked him straight in the eye. "Are you so dense that you think you can just waltz around, looking at me like I'm a piece of meat? You want me so bad, then come on, show me whatcha got hmm?" He tugged at the blonde's shirt and nearly dared him to do something. Of course, he didn't actually want that, and started to fill the blonde with doubt and distress and anger. "I hope Ian is a good fuck for you, because I won't be."
Michael frowned a little as the brunette turned around before striding towards him, the blonde taking a step back as he had approached. This...really didn't seem like the brunette a moment ago. Did he have some sort of split personality or something? He blinked once when his sternum was poked, making eye contact with him as he continued to speak to him as the blonde was a bit speechless at the moment. What in the absolute fuck? His shirt was tugged at and about then he was...feeling uneasy. He was doubting his decision to even have entered the apartment, but most of all this guy was really starting to piss him off.
At his last words Michael made a disgusted face and used a hand to push the brunette away from himself. "First of all, I wasn't even viewing you like some piece of meat. You've got all the wrong ideas in your damn head. Secondly, Ian? He's only a little bit cute for me and I barely even know him so no. Just, no." He scoffed and turned away a little, shaking his head as he tapped a finger against his leg lightly. After a few moments he turned back towards the brunette, scowling at him with quite the icy stare. "I just wanted to get to know you. There's just...something about you that I can't describe." He paused as he released a breath and shook his head once more, slipping a hand into his pocket.
"Hope Ian is a good fuck for you then. Making assumptions without even really getting to know someone..." He pulled his hand out of his pocket and took a few steps towards the door to the apartment was located at, pausing about halfway there as he just stared at the door. He obviously wasn't welcomed there, he could just leave right then and there so...why did he stop? He lowered his head a little and closed his eyes, a hand curling into a fist as he took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly a couple of times. What was wrong with himself?
He opened his eyes and lifted his head, turning around before he marched over to the brunette once more. He reached a hand out and placed it on his head, an icy look still on his face but rather collected at the moment. "Tell me exactly what I did to have you suddenly act like this to get me to leave. I didn't even do anything to you but give you my contact information and offer to do something for you. What happened to the shy brunette I just met?" He demanded, a finger on his left hand, which was hanging at his side, twitching slightly as the shadows collected at their feet shifted a little but not enough to really be that noticeable.
Don't fill your head with things and think you're free I can smell the fear I become your nightmare steppin' in your dreams
He couldn't help himself, as soon as the blonde grabbed him he wrapped a tendril around him and threw him easily a few feet towards the couch. Maybe the blonde would land in it, maybe not. "You wanna do this? You are nothing." He stalked towards him a bit, toying with his emotions as he did so, wrapping the tendril around his neck. He squeezed like a boa constrictor might, a wicked grin on his face as if he were waiting for the blonde's eyes to pop right out of his head.
But they didn't. He felt himself losing power as the poor regular brunette struggled to pull him backwards. He tried to keep in control, but for some reason he just couldn't keep it. The brunette landed on his knees a few feet from the blonde, his hand on his head as he panted lightly. "Y-you should go... I-It's not safe right now." Akira looked up towards the blonde with a pleading look. "It's probably best you don't come back... He hates you."
'Hey! Don't put words in my mouth!'
"You're a threat. So you need to... Go." He knew that it wouldn't make any sense to the blonde but he would have to trust him. "Please don't tell Ian..." Not that he could stop him from doing so. "I don't know what he'll do to me..."
A grunt escaped the blonde as something had wrapped around him and thrown him into the back of the couch. Oh, that was going to leave a bruise. Oddly enough though this seemed...awfully familiar. He didn't get much of a chance to really react to being thrown into the couch when he felt something wrap around his neck, tightening around it and cutting off his oxygen. What in the absolute fuck? The brunette looked insane at that moment, though it didn't take too long for the invisible...whatever it was to be released from around his neck. He grabbed onto the back of the couch to support himself as he coughed a few times, eyes watering slightly as took in air once more. Holy fuck of all things holy.
His attention moved over to the brunette as he spoke, frowning in confusion as he stared at him. So he did have a split personality? But the way he was thrown... "You...you're the one who threw me?" He managed out, shaking his head as he shifted to move away from the brunette slightly. How...how the fuck was he a threat?! "Me?! I think your other personality is the threat here! I'm surprised Ian doesn't even know in the first place!" He exclaimed, moving around the brunette a bit to be more closer towards the door.
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