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 2024
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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Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
Sven had been wandering the area, his familiar and adopted son off wandering nearby doing their own things. He trusted that they would meet up with himself again before the sun would begin to set that day. He paused to observe some people walking on the other side of the street, standing at the entrance of an alley with his arms crossed. Naturally anyone who did come within ten feet of him did begin to grow fearful for an unknown reason, making their pace quickened so as to get away from such a fear-inducing spot as far as possible. It didn't really make people linger around the alley, which also caused them to throw him looks as they passed by quickly.
Honestly by this point the reaper was quite used to this, causing him to be rather indifferent to them. His piercing, silver eyes scanned the area before he reached into the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, pulling out some shades to put them on. After that he slipped a hand into his pocket once more and stepped away from his spot, slowly walking down the street to wander some more. At least until his hidden eyes fell upon an oddly familiar figure. Now, where had he seen this person before? He halted in his walking, staring at this person before he eventually walked over and stopped behind them as his fear inducement no doubt was causing this person to grow fearful for the time being. At least for a few minutes before it would just grow to an uncomfortable feeling that is. "You. Speak your name."
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 527
NOTES N/a
Missions were regularly handed out by the Terror Response Syndicate and at times those responsibilities needed to be handed to other members of Myson's Mercenary. Work frequently distracted Myson, and recently he felt he was ignoring his precious husband, Patolli. The stresses of hunter weighed heavily onto his shoulders, the elite hunter defeating terrors while getting hurt a couple of times. It inspired his reasons to take time off to plan a special surprise for his dearest husband in hopes of proving his never-ending love for him.
In the morning hours after Patolli headed to work at the TRS, Myson dressed himself in warmer clothing. A simple pair of blue jeans and a white, long-sleeved shirt. A jacket was pulled over the blue-haired man's shoulders, zipping it up to survive the winter weather. The wallet was grabbed from the counter, his phone following as he shoved it into the depths of his pockets. A smile traced Myson's lips as he exited his shared home. Through the sidewalks, Myson strolled down to the Northern area, having a plan to grab a coffee before starting his plans.
The oni had the entire day to prepare his plans for Patolli. The first of these plans involved picking up a drink for Patolli from the infamous Crescent Moon Cafe. The hunter planned on bringing coffee and a small box he could hide in his jacket pocket. He planned on retrieving a specially designed locket today, one he requested to have specially engraved and designed. He wanted Patolli to feel special, therefore, he would sink a chunk of his money into something he would adore. The plan was in motion, the elite hunter smiling broadly.
Outside was a pleasant winter day, sunlight shining over the wonderful snow-filled fields. Light made snow shimmer beautifully on the magnificent day. This was an excellent day to execute his special surprise for his dearest Patolli. Through the sidewalks he stepped, getting closer to Crescent Moon Cafe. Should the drink start getting cold, Myson would use his fire manipulation subtly to heat the drink again. Calmly, the oni walked, the steps well-timed, thoughts occupied with his surprise... until the tone shifted.
The atmosphere altered as the hairs on the back of Myson's neck stood on edge, the blue-haired man stopping. Unexplained fear pressured the elite hunter, something he rarely felt even when facing the worse of terrors. A voice sounded behind him, Myson stiffening as he turned quickly, discovering someone familiar. He stared at the man stationed behind him, a person he knew. The man had long, grey hair and facial features which allowed Myson to notice something. Unfortunately, the sudden effects of unexpected fear was a suffocating experience that made thinking straight.
"Uh... Myson Hammerstein," he responded quietly.
Discomfort manifested from the unexpected emotions rising because of the man's presence. There was something about the familiar man who instigated fear without much issue. Nonetheless, the elite hunter managed to stand tall, his instincts being to remain brave against the man. The oni's eyes analyzed the man, trying to focus on discovering this man's identity. Gradually, he was adjusting to the emotions manifesting from the person's presence.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
The reaper raised a brow slightly at the response he was given. That name sounded very familiar... Sven eyed the man up and down for a few moments before he tilted his chin up slightly, his face expressionless for the time being. "And here I thought you had been also killed, Hammerstein." He spoke in a low tone, lowering his chin slightly to look him in the eye. A familiar face indeed, and an awfully old one at that. "What are you doing?" He questioned him, placing a hand on his hip as he scanned his eyes over Myson for a few moments once more. Was he really Myson Hammerstein? After a few moments though he released a soft sigh and trained his cold, piercing gaze on the other's face. "Sven Kenji. It has been a while." He finally introduced himself, assuming the other even remembered at all that is. There were only a few people who knew who he was, even fewer who knew of his past; and this man here would definitely be part of the latter few.
180 words ✠ Myson Hammerstein ✠ Sorry for shortness, wanted to leave room for reaction
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 344
NOTES No worries!
Nerves tensed as Myson returned the silver-haired man's gaze, refusing to back down because of sheer instincts. A soldier and a Hammerstein, it motivated the oni's reasons to stand firmly despite the fear manifested from the man's presence. Similar to those days they rode to war, the sensations of fear were fiercely fought by Myson's unwillingness to back down from the situation. He practiced calmer breathing, dictating regulated breaths as he stood, brilliant blue eyes remaining firm as he accomplished his personal expectations.
Through the fear, Myson maintained a stern expression, eyes fixated on the man. He appeared seemingly fearless, however, the man's magic imposed upon his emotions. When the familiar face spoke, brows furrowed at the peculiar arrangement of words. Was this an old, but forgotten family friend? His father collected plenty of those because of their prestigious rank. There was easily a possibility because of their long lifespans and copious interactions with fellow soldiers. The oni's eyes narrowed slightly as he began analyzing the man's appearance.
The man inquired about his plans, a brow raising. Did he break an unknown law or something? The confusion consumed Myson as he stood silently.
"Uhhh, getting coffee... Am I supposed to know you from somewhere? Cause I'm sorry, but you might be looking for Marshall Hammerstein," Myson answered, attempting to be helpful.
Marshall Hammerstein was Myson's father and a colonel in Hell's Army during the days of the War of Traitors. A cold stare was fixated on him, a sigh leaving the man's lips. The oni tensed until finally hearing the man's name. Finally memories were accessed as Myson released a light-hearted laugh in response.
"Geez, Sven! You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were somebody who was angry at me for no reason," Myson chuckled.
The situation became amusing after hearing the man's name. Sven Kenji was a face known from the War of Traitors, a fellow soldier from those days. He was among the oni's friends during those days, somebody he stood beside and fought next to through many years.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
The man did not smile as Myson responded, and reacted, to learning just who he was. He was somewhat amused with the man's reaction but again it was somewhat difficult to really...convey emotion all that well. "You looked familiar so I approached you." He spoke in a rather matter-of-fact tone, raising a brow slightly. It had certainly been a long time since the two had seen one another. He tilted his head to the side slightly before he gestured off in a random direction slightly with his hand. You are going to buy me something to drink or eat. Or both. We have plenty to catch up on, Hammerstein." He spoke lowly, giving him a small nod of approval. Well, if he already was going to get coffee...
"I think I shall...accompany you on your way to get some coffee. Perhaps we can converse better in a more...private setting." Not that his own fearful aura tended to keep people away, though with how old they both were there was plenty that people probably didn't need to hear either. Whether the oni had agreed or not Sven would follow him silently, people either turning back, hurrying past, or crossing the street all as to avoid...him technically. He definitely wasn't welcomed in most stores or any place that had patrons. Which was also why he had his familiar and son do the shopping. He was just an....inconvenience to be had. It wasn't worth trying to shop or get food anywhere if he kept scaring people. To him it wasn't worth trying to get to know others as well. His fear inducement did, after all, make socializing a lot harder for him.
Once they had arrived to where Myson had been heading to originally Sven stopped outside, shaking his head to the man. "I will not enter. Meet me back here once you have bought the coffee and whatever else so we can head off elsewhere. I'm sure you won't be late for...anything too important."
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 437
NOTES N/a
A broad grin played across Myson’s lips despite the earlier interactions. Even the expression-lacking countenance of Sven failed to dampen the oni’s newfound cheerfulness. Friends from the past were always a treat for the blue-haired man. He already planned on telling his dearest Patolli all about his interaction with Sven. Admittedly, the eldest Hammerstein never expected to rekindle some old friendships; especially today. Fortunately, his secret plans for his husband could be delayed slightly, although, he prayed not too long.
There was desires to interrupt Patolli's work to brighten his day, however, a few minutes would not be problematic... right? The coffee would not become frigid from the cold temperatures because of his manipulation. The locket could easily be picked up a little later and secretly handed off to his green-haired beauty. Besides, the opportunity to interact with his soldier buddies was a rarity. The silver-haired man explained his decision to begin a conversation, pushing forward to state they needed to catch up.
A tight-lipped smile stretched across his lips as he nodded at Sven. Catching up and coffee sounded magnificent.
"Sure, sounds like a good time," he replied happily. "It's not everyday I get to meet an old face- er... or I guess an ancient face."
A light-hearted chuckle rose from Myson's throat as he scratched the back of his head. The oni moved to walk down the sidewalks, eyes observing the scene around him. Gradually, their steps led them closer to the infamous Crescent Moon Cafe. When they arrived, Myson turned to nearly head inside, until he heard Sven's voice. The blue-haired man nodded slowly, pausing a moment when important things were mentioned.
"Well, I do have one thing to do," he began. "I have to pick up a third coffee and something at a jewelry store. I... will tell you about it later though. Anyways, what kind of coffee do you want?"
Nobody was aware of Myson's marriage to Patolli, therefore, he remained vague about his actions. He wanted Patolli's opinion before giving Sven any information. They were partners in life, designed to work together because of their vows and magical connection. Once given the coffee order, Myson entered the cafe and approached the front counter. When his turn arrived, he ordered Sven's choice of coffee, his favourite and finally Patolli's favourite drink from the cafe. A tray was offered, Myson refusing as he managed to stack two of the drinks and safely hold one in his hand.
Balanced on the two coffees was his, the oni only willing to risk his beverage. Upon exiting, he hurried towards Sven, offering him the un-stacked cup.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
Sven waited outside of the shop as his old friend had gone in for the coffee after he had given him his order of what he wanted to drink. He ignored the people around him as they automatically became fearful when they got into proximity of him and hurried to get away from him. He didn't mind though, he was already so used to it so he just allowed himself to tune everything out around him. Honestly he could just stand there all day and not really move a muscle if he so wanted. Though his attention was captured eventually by Myson coming back out with three cups of coffee, the reaper not moving until he was offered the cup of coffee that wasn't stacked on the other.
He grabbed his coffee and gave the oni a nod of thanks, lifting it to his lips to take a sip from it before he'd begin walking with Myson once he got the cups in both hands. "What have you been up to, Hammerstein?" He questioned him, preferring to address him as he used to back when they were soldiers together. He slipped his free hand into his pocket as he walked, not minding the company his old friend provided him in the slightest bit. He might have been unable to really show it but the man was rather happy to have met a familiar face.
Once they were to a more quieter section he glanced over towards Myson and just observed him silently for about a minute before he pulled his hand out of his pocket and reached out to grab the man by his elbow in a firm but gentle manner. He guided Myson over off to the side so they wouldn't be in the way all that much. Not that his own passive ability gave them enough privacy as it made people steer clear of him but still. Sven turned to face the oni and released his elbow, pulling his hand back to slip it back into his pocket once more. "Last I saw of you and Noah was back at the camp before I went out on a patrol." He mentioned, pausing to raise the coffee to his lips to take another sip from it. He kept his silver, piercing eyes on his old friend's face. He lowered the coffee a little, licking his lips lightly to make sure he didn't have any leftover coffee on them. "I was killed during my patrol, not sure how much time had passed when I woke up as a reaper." He told him, shrugging slightly nonchalantly.
He figured his old friend deserved to know what had become of him after he had vanished on that fateful patrol of his so long ago, after all it was only himself, his adopted son, and his familiar who had been allowed to know what had happened to him. "What happened to you and Sullivan after the war?" He questioned him after a few moments, tilting his head to the side slightly as his face still remained rather emotionless.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 541
NOTES say something nice
The offered coffee was taken by Sven, opening one of Myson's hands. Immediately afterwards, the oni's open hand reached for the stacked cup. Carefully, he grabbed the cup, assuring he held a firm grip on his coffee. The blue-haired man glanced over Patolli's coffee, analyzing and assuring nothing bad happened to it while under his stack. A satisfied smile stretched across Myson's face when he noticed everything was fine. He always worried about Patolli and the things he purchased for his beloved secret husband; he wanted him to be happy.
A nod of thanks was provided by his old friend and Myson responded with a friendly smile designed to say 'you're welcome'. They began walking down the sidewalk together, a slight excitement in the oni's step because of the notion of conversing with Patolli. Despite Sven's presence, Myson planned on proceeding with his plans to please his husband. It felt necessary because of the intense love they shared between one another. An inquiry escaped Sven's lips, the type which made Myson contemplate the many things he accomplished during their separation.
"I guess I have done a lot since I last seen you," he stated with a chuckle and friendly grin. "After the war, I visited the person who saved me on that day I was separated. We traveled together since. Then I started a mercenary group and worked with that until all this Assembly and TRS stuff came up. I joined with my mercenary troop and now I'm an elite. What about you?"
A brief explanation was given with the things he accomplished, however, he remained vague when referring to Patolli. Their marriage was a secret, therefore, he would not mention it until he received permission to. They entered a quieter section of sidewalk, people gradually thinning out as they avoided them. A soft grip wrapped around his elbow, prompting Myson's eyes to glance over at his silver-haired friend. He obeyed the gentle leading of Sven's grip, an eyebrow raised in confusion because of the actions.
They entered a more private location based off the observations of Myson. His enchanting blue eyes glancing around their location out of pure instinct. When they arrived, his elbow was released. He listened to his friend's words, the man's piercing silver eyes locked onto him. The oni matched his gaze, feeling the requirement to meet those eyes. The mere mentioning of Noah made the elite hunter stiffened as he realized who Sven was speaking about. He watched as Sven took a sip of coffee before proceeding with his words, mentioning a patrol.
When the following question arrived, a soft sigh escaped Myson's lips. The infamous Noah Sullivan was officially a soldier for the malicious Assembly of Phantoms. A frightful wraith who managed to dispose of anyone associated with the TRS.
"Sullivan joined the Assembly... As far as I'm concerned, I'm not his friend. I don't befriend people who work for those mongrels," Myson responded quietly. "He went to the Assembly, I joined the TRS."
The provided information was vague, impart to Myson's lack of information on Noah's recent affairs and successes and his previous statements related to the war. They took arms on opposite sides, therefore, Myson ceased familiarizing himself with Noah's life and situation.
Sven grew quiet as he listened to Myson speak as he answered his questions on what had happened to him and what he had been up to as well as their other friend at the time. He tilted his head to the side slightly as he just listened to everything he had to say before he nodded a little. "I see. Well I must admit I do not care for either side. I am rather...unbiased to each group being a bounty hunter and all." He informed him, shaking his head a little with a small shrug.
If Noah had gone to the other group then he would have to find a way to meet his other friend. Perhaps Myson would know of a general direction of where their old friend was? "I will have to ask if you might have any idea as to where Sullivan is located at. I know you two are no longer seeing eye to eye though I do intend on seeing if I can meet him after so long." He inquired, blinking once as he kept his eyes trained on the oni's face.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 394
NOTES N/a
There were severe differences in the stances taken by Myson and the infamous Noah Sullivan. Friends drifted apart and considering the aftermath of the war already laid the desired path for the blue-haired oni, he failed to stay connected. The promise from his past led him down the familiar roads he used to return to the army. Through the pleasant countryside back to the little farm his saviour restored him. After the War of Traitors, he knew the person he wanted to profess his endless love for. Since meeting Patolli, he knew the individual he wanted to spend the entirety of his life with.
Those connections was cemented the first time Myson interacted with the green-haired beauty. He broke off from his friends, missing them quietly, but discovering endless merriment in his secret marriage. A few friends managed to stick around, but Noah was unfortunately not among them. The fallen angel disappeared sometime after the war until Myson discovered his obvious association with the Assembly of Phantoms; he was even unaware of Noah's demise. The oni was distracted by lovestruck thoughts and operating his ventures.
Neutrality was something Myson expected, therefore, when mentioned by Sven, he shrugged in return. If his silver-haired friend decided to avoid the main conflict, then he would accept that. Nonetheless, the following request surprised Myson. A grimace breached his usually cheery expression. He knew where Noah resided, however, it was nowhere pleasant because of the overwhelming Assembly forces.
"Well... I know where he is... There is a village about an hour away from Lorsette... On the outskirts is a castle called the Dark King's Castle... but I warn you Sven, he's surrounded by AP. I get your neutral, but if you aren't careful, they can be a little... forceful," Myson explained, grip tightening around the coffee cups. "Most TRS know of his home... It was useful for when the Assembly took over Aria. Well fortified and ruled by someone with plenty of military experience. Not a place TRS want to approach unless we have to."
The former Hell soldier proved to have some vague concepts about the castle near Aria. The Dark King was a notable Assembly figure both from rank and his involvement in Aria's conquer. The castle overlooked the village and gave the Assembly an advantage with its positioning and the person who ran the building itself.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
Sven was silent as he kept his silver eyes on his old friend, taking note of how Myson's expression changed when he had mentioned wanting to know Noah's location. He allowed the man to take his time speaking before he eventually nodded his head. "I see." He spoke simply, growing quiet as he thought over his words for a few moments. He wouldn't disregard the oni's words on how it would be potentially dangerous it would be going to the location that was surrounded by AP. However, he knew what he, too, was capable of as well. He raised his own cup of coffee up to his lips and took a sip of that as he took his time in responding to Myson's explanation.
"I will take my precautions in traveling there. You of all people should know just what I am capable of." He told him, giving him a small nod of reassurance as he lowered his coffee away from his lips. "I should have some inkling as to what I should be expecting before I make my way there of course." He had no doubts about his arrival there seeing how he would be consulting his adopted son as well as his familiar. Now whether he'd be bringing one or the other with him he wasn't sure yet, he supposed that would be decided once he consulted the duo.
"I suppose this is the part where I should invite you to my home just on the outskirts of the city really. I've been told that I need to interact more and make friends." He spoke dryly, shaking his head with a soft sigh. He had friends, but he supposed he wasn't really believed in that. Not that he could really blame his companions with how much people steered clear of him. "I don't suppose we could arrange you coming by for dinner at some point? At least then my son and familiar would stop badgering me about not having any friends." Again there was another shake of the reaper's head, his expression once more unreadable as he admitted his relations to his companions. Not that he had any issues with hiding them, especially not from such an old friend of his. Or perhaps he just wanted to show off his son and familiar deep down. He'd probably do the same after he eventually met up with Noah at some point.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 471
NOTES N/a
Undoubtedly, Myson disapproved of Sven's wishes to reconnect with Noah Sullivan, however, he would not sabotage his mission. If the silver-haired man desired to risk his safety to visit the infamous Dark King, the blue-haired hunter would stand aside. He acknowledged Sven would make his own choices, therefore, Myson could merely warn him about the possible dangers which lurked near the residence of the Dark King. The wraith became a well-known figure in the war against the Assembly and Myson knew of the man's ventures in battle.
A soft frown remained on Myson's lips as he quietly watched Sven, waiting for a response. There was no other information the oni could provide to the reaper. Information was crucial to the TRS, therefore, any addition facts labelled as confidential could not be granted to his dearest friend. Then again, the guards placed around the Dark King's castle made it difficult to gather information about the interior to begin with. He watched quietly as Sven acknowledged his words before allowing silence to fall for a few moments.
Reassurance was granted shortly afterwards when Sven stated he would take the necessary precautions. A gentle, half-smile touched Myson's face upon hearing those words. The last occurrence he wished for was Sven receiving an injury because of the dangerous situation.
"Yeah, but still it is a dangerous place," Myson commented.
The oni brought his coffee to his lips, taking a small sip as he turned to leave the alleyway. He assumed Sven merely wished for privacy when it arrived to the topic of Noah's location. As he prepared to depart from the alleyway, he heard the silver-haired man's invitation which prompted the elite hunter to stiffen slightly. How was he going to non-romantically invite Patolli with him? If his green-haired lover disapproved of the notion of informing Sven of their relationship, Myson planned on feigning a meager friendship opposed to marriage.
A quiet umm drifted through his lips as he turned and favoured Sven with a shrug. An awkward smile stretched across Myson's lips as he searched for the appropriate words to explain his uncertainty. What did not assist him was the wedding band wrapped around his finger to signify him being taken.
"I... might have to get back to you on that... sorry," Myson began before releasing a sigh. "There is someone I would have to talk to first... A friend of mine... Maybe he could come? ... Also, do you have a phone? We could exchange numbers."
Maintaining a secret relationship was not a simple task for the oni. There were plenty of instances where the hidden aspect would be threatened by invitations or attempts at spontaneous acts of romance. That was the problem with being bound by marriage is the partnership required the participation of two people, therefore, he needed some permission from Patolli.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
Again the reaper took notice of the oni's stance as his words had struck a chord with him. Was it something he had said that did not agree with the man? He was silent as he kept his eyes on Myson as he turned and gave him a shrug, taking note of the awkward smile that also came to him. Well, it wasn't like he was very...sociable. Honestly he wouldn't blame his old friend for not wanting to come by with how he was now.
He shook his head a little at Myson's words, not minding in the slightest really. "It is fine, I would have been more surprised if you had accepted. Talk to who you need to if you wish." He paused to shrug a little in a nonchalant manner. "I do have a phone." He added in response to the man's question, using his free hand to pull out his phone from his pocket. He unlocked the screen and took a few moments to get to his contacts and went to add Myson to his very short list. He then handed the phone over to Myson, trusting him enough to not go through it.
"Feel free to contact me whenever I suppose. I don't sleep unless I become incredibly bored." He told him, shrugging slightly as the latter words were perhaps a hint of a joke. Well maybe not. Then again he couldn't really sleep anyway with him being a reaper and all. "Don't feel obliged to come though, I've grown used to the isolation over the years." He told him rather bluntly. It wasn't like he was trying to make the oni feel guilty, he was just saying things how it was.
lurks beneath these bones, threatening my soul and reminding me of blood soaked sins. somebody save me, snap me out of it, for i fear i should fall.
TAG @sven
WORDS 332
NOTES N/a
Awkwardness manifested from the requirements weighing on Myson's shoulders. He wanted to share a pleasant evening with Sven and those who accompanied him, but Patolli was an important person in his life. For thousands of years, the blue-haired man was married to Patolli, thus he felt obliged to discuss the situation with him. Their marriage was important to Myson and among the main things which inspired endless happiness. There was a need to invite Patolli and furthermore explain Sven was one of his army friends.
The oni hoped his old friend would understand the situation, although, his vagueness failed to help matters. The banes of possessing a secret relationship displayed themselves. Outright admitting he was married was difficult because of the dangers which would surround Patolli and the possible disappointed handed down by his parents... They still believed he was searching for the hand of a woman to give them grandchildren... When Sven responded, Myson flinched as he hesitantly took the phone to provide the man his number.
Slowly, he placed the coffee on the sidewalk to type the number into the cellphone. He felt uncertain about what to say to Sven because of the situation presented to him, thus he slowly typed in his number. Once completed, the oni handed back the cellphone and listened to the words which escaped Sven's lips. A frown traced Myson's lips as he knelled to grab the coffees. He despised making his friends feel bad...
"Listen... it isn't you, okay?" He sighed softly. "It's just... after the war, I got married and I need to ask him first. I want to invite him, if that is okay. I just... with my rank, I worry about him getting in danger, you know?"
Each word was softly spoken with serious tones because of the circumstances. He cared immensely about his friends, even the ones he was separated from for centuries. After his words, Myson glanced around, surveying the area cautiously before his eyes landed back on Sven.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
Sven blinked once as he stared at Myson from his words, completely and utterly emotionless for several minutes before he slowly tilted his head to the side a little after he had accepted his phone back. "I...am just saying things how they are? I am not offended or upset. I am actually quite unsure if I have any emotions over the past decades." He responded to him, still just staring at his old friend. He shook his head after a few moments before he used his free hand to point towards the band around one of Myson's fingers. "Besides, being a bounty hunter has made me quite observant. Your declaration of being married did not surprise me when you have a wedding band on." He added a little bluntly, lowering his hand before he raised his coffee to his lips to take another sip from it.
He shook his head once more as he lowered his drink away from his lips and shifted his footing slightly. "Talk to your husband about it. I don't mind. While you do that I will go pay Sullivan a visit. I will keep your warnings in mind as well, so you needn't worry." He paused for a moment before he stepped towards his old friend and placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a firm, yet gentle, squeeze. "We will need to catch up later, Hammerstein. Perhaps I could get you and Sullivan to behave long enough to spend some time with me in a more neutral and secluded setting." He told him quietly, giving his shoulder another squeeze before he released it and took a step back. It was nice to come across a familiar face, albeit it taking some centuries to do so.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
