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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Demetria moved around her apartment, having her sketch book on a desk to remind her of what the fabric attachments were meant to look like on the dress she was creating. The apartment was dark, having the window covered by a black tarp to avoid letting any possible sunlight in. She never left the apartment during the day, not unless she badly needed something but having to remember sunscreen was such a hassle and if she stayed out passed a few hours she ran the risk of being burned, in the long run she didn't believe it to be worth it so she stayed indoors at all times. If she needed blood she could always cross that bridge when she gets to it. She had just finished sewing the sleeve to the rest of the dress when her phone had gone off. Her younger sister was on the phone, asking her questions about Lorsette and if she had any new friends there.
Though she knew her brothers were nearby because they liked joining in on the phone calls. After a few minutes of gossiping with her sister, her younger brother would talk to her for a little bit before the oldest one came on to chat with her. The phone call would only last around a hour or so before she would get off the phone, seeing the time she would move around her apartment to get ready for a night out. Since she didn't have a need for food, there would be no point in bringing a wallet. She shoved her cell phone in her front right pocket and grabbed her keys before exiting her apartment to head outside. Sometimes a nice stroll would give her the inspiration needed to create another outfit, mostly blouses or dresses but sometimes it would give her pattern ideas for possible dress shirts or even suits. One never could go wrong with ideas, it was just a matter of it she believed the public would wear it or not.
She would walk down the roads, careful to keep a watchful eye out for any possible Terrors that were lurking about. It wasn't until she got to the park that she finally slowed down until she found a bench to take a seat on. One might argue that this is a bad idea, it is too bad I don't care. She would turn on the bench before laying her back against it as she looked up at the stars in the sky.
The pale moon had rose against the dark sky, like the claw of a cat cutting through the darkness. Stars sprinkled the clear night sky with tiny white dots that generally made an incredible impression. A crisp wind blew when the nephilim left the small suburban house he referred to as a home. As the chilly embrace of winter air came his way, Desmond did not bat an eye. Being a scout had meant hours worked in colder conditions than the current. While he walked down the sidewalks, his air coming out as a thin steam, he began to ponder what the night could hail. Tomorrow he was not required to work, which meant the young man was free to stay up longer without a thought taken towards sleeping. The concept of terrors roaming the streets were never a bother since the ginger was swift and clever at evading the dastardly creatures.
On this particular night, Desmond wore a plain navy coloured coat, a pair of black pants and a simple duo of darkly coloured runners. The clothing was loose, clearly meant for casual leisure than actual fashion. For the most part, it had been the first pieces that the ginger had picked from the closet. Warmth was valued over appearance and it was not as though the nephilim was attempting to attract attention. As the walking continued, his feet led him to Crow Feather Park, which caused a small smile to appear on his face. The young man shortly entered the park, noting the bare trees that stood eerily. The lacking in leaves revealed the numerous lanterns that hung lazily, slightly drifting from the wind. While Desmond walked, he easily noted the sound of snow crunching beneath his feet while his green eyes scanned the area. With simple ease, his gaze caught the woman with long brown hair sitting on a park bench. Her gaze was towards the sky, which suggested a night of star gazing was possibly planned.
For a mere few moments, the scout watched her before deciding to approach. It was mostly curiosity, a simple desire for some human interaction and the chance to learn about a stranger. Given his career, the nephilim genuinely enjoyed learning about people and attempting to understand them. It assisted in making those moments when he was forced to interrogate someone for terror information a lot easier. The lying calls had been learned quickly, and gradually he became rather smooth with conversation. Once the ginger reached the bench, he learned on the backrest of the wooden seat.
"Doing some star gazin'? Don't see many people do that in the middle of the park nowadays because of what's going on," Desmond began simply.
It was an unfortunate truth that some hobbies had been ditched out of simple fear about terrors. In the end, it had resulted in the few nights where the ginger would travel to the park, he would rarely spot a soul. Almost as though the instance the sun fell behind the horizon was when Pandora's box opened and all the hellish creatures came out to play.
Demetria turned her head slightly to see Desmond as he leaned against the backrest of the bench, then she looked back up at the stars. She couldn't help but grin at his question. "It gives me inspiration..." She admitted before adding, "Yeah, a smart move on their part. I suppose." She didn't seem bothered by her own comment, she would be out here whether the Terrors were nearby or not. She figured she could always cross that bridge later, not one for seeking them out but also not wiling to get killed by them if she could help it. "What is your reason for coming out here?" Normally she wasn't one for conversation, but it would be rude to ignore him.
Star gazing gives me some inspiration, but laying on this bench while being outside is somewhat nice too. He really doesn't need to know that though. She thought to himself, proving to be quite comfortable on the bench. Inspiration isn't an easy thing to come across, because I don't have people running around I can't see what type of clothing they love wearing so that I can base my ideas off of that. The thought made her sigh, though Desmond was here now. She turned her gaze to Desmond to see what choice of clothing he was wearing. I could have made his outfit look so much better, maybe even more comfortable.... She was studying him before looking back at the sky again. Yes, he can be my inspiration. She decided to herself but she wasn't about to point that out at him.
There was a grin that crossed the stranger's face when Desmond leaned against the back of the bench. His craze for social attention was high during the current situation; why not indulge himself in trivial conversation? The remainder of the world was blissfully quiet and motionless. When the woman mentioned inspiration, the concept made sense given the beautiful scene sprawled in the park. The sections of untouched snow glittered in the pale moonlight and hunt from the skeleton trees. It was rather breathtaking and an excellent means for collecting inspiration. The mentioning of avoiding the park being a smart idea caused Desmond to nod in agreement. A majority of people considered nightly park outings to be concept of the distant past. The grim reality of the existence of terrors and trips during the evening was often an activity of the past. Nobody wanted to leave the precious safety of home.
The nephilim took a deep breath of cold night air, finding it refreshing. These freezing night were something Desmond had grown accustomed to. That was when the stranger inquired about his reasoning for being at Crow Feather Park and in response, he offered the girl a small shrug. His main reason for being here was a lack of activities to participate in.
"Didn't have that much to do is all. Plus, don't know about you, but I am a bit of a night person," Desmond said. "Nothin' special like searching for inspiration."
Heading someplace for the sole reason of requiring something to do was not nearly as important as a search for some sort of musing. For a few moments, Desmond glanced at the stranger with a curious gleam shining in his green eyes. He could not help, but wonder if the woman was an artist of sorts; somebody perhaps with some fame. Although Desmond was clueless in the art world, there was a chance to learn something or at least initiate a conversation that the woman could have a passion for.
"So are you an artist or something, Princess?" Desmond ask, giving the girl a nickname.
Nicknames were something that the nephilim enjoyed giving to people at times, that was if he could think of a name to give. When the woman began studying him, Desmond raised an eyebrow for a moment before deciding to ignore it; he analyzed people constantly thus why he considered it unfair to question it.
Demetria couldn't help but laugh at his comment, "I personality like the night too, don't get me wrong the day is fine. I guess.... I just feel like the night is less crowded for a person like me." She shrugged her shoulders at the comment, it didn't bother her that she had been born a vampire, nor that other Supernaturals existed, but even if she could get inspiration by looking at a lot of different people, she wasn't a fan of crowds making night time the perfect time to leave her apartment. Besides a person had to be brave when coming out at night, your more likely to get attacked and it is easier to see in the day unless you have night vision just like her. She was surprised by his question, but more surprised by the sudden nickname he had chosen to give her. "I suppose in a way I could be considered one..." She answered, choosing to ignore the fact he had called her 'Princess' at this time.
"I design clothes for a living, finding the fabric is one of the best parts about the job, though getting to sketch it out is even better." She paused, still looking over his choice of outfit. "Coming out here and possibly running into another person gives me an idea of what type of outfit to create next, one that looks stylish but fits comfortably, coming out at night gives me an idea of how cold it is outside." She wasn't one for wearing warm clothing but that wasn't to say her customers weren't. "I do go out during the day too, sometimes..." Only for the purpose of seeing the kind of outfits the public liked wearing as well as feeling the temperature. "What sort of inspiration are you looking for?" She asked after a few minutes, With the Terrors sometimes showing up when we least expect it, I almost wonder if white should be the next color for a main outfit. It really depends on if there is such a thing as blinding those things or not. Of course she wasn't about to ask Desmond, she wasn't aware that he was apart of the TRS.
When the girl began commenting on the night and lack of crowding, the nephilim offer a small nod. The lack of wandering citizens had made this time favored for Desmond to work since he would usually not have to worry about an innocent passerby and the darkness provided an excellent hiding place. Although, from a more introverted standpoint, the scout would be less probable to completely understand. He enjoyed spending time around people since it did mean possibly finding more victims for his fun tricks. What was a trickster without a victim after all? His night preference perhaps did not exist in that, but admittedly the ginger found night to be appealing, especially in appearance considering the night sky. The dark was perhaps scary, but at the same time it could be one of the most beautiful times.
Watching the gentle moonlight play across the ground, giving everything only a mild lighting; which would look particularly splendid rolling over ocean waves. The way the city lights would twinkle amidst the expanse of dark. Then there were the stars that dotted the endless blackness, speckling it like spots on an animal pelt. Oftentimes the atmosphere possessed a heavenly silence not seen in the bustling daylight. Thus, resulting in an affection for night to the nephilim solely due to its unique beauty and atmospheric effects. As the woman began to speak about her job, Desmond silently listened with slight curiosity gleaming in his green eyes. He genuinely enjoyed learning about people and at times knowing specific facts about a person or making a friendship with somebody could have plenty of uses scouting wise. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed befriending people, which was cynical, but it was the way the waves turned after his ex dumped him.
"Well, I would say enjoying that kind of stuff makes you an artist. I don't do anything like that, but people say I have beautiful handwriting," Desmond commented.
The beautiful handwriting had been learned when he was younger due to his 'need' to forge his father's signatures. Eventually, it had evolved and people always seemed to comment on his excellent handwriting; his teachers even going the length to insist t try calligraphy. When he was asked about his inspiration, Desmond chuckled and shrugged in response.
"How about the inspiration not to be bored? Or the inspiration to get some damn exercise instead of spending a lazy day at home?" The nephilim joked.
Artistically, there was no inspiration needed for Desmond. He merely needed something to accomplish while waiting for the tiredness to make him desire a sleep in the warmth of his safe bed.
Demetria raised an eye brow, "Oh?" She couldn't help but feel interested in seeing that sometime. The subject had been changed so that she could ask him what his inspiration was and couldn't help but feel surprised by his answer. "In the middle of the night?" She asked, understanding his reason for liking the night more but at the same time it was dangerous and one could be finding entertainment at home instead. "I guess." She grinned at him, "But then again, who is to say your time at home is a lazy one? That is when your supposed to have fun." She had suggested, unaware that he might take her suggestion to heart against her. "Well if your exercising, it sounds like you hadn't expected to make a stop at the park but chose to do so anyway." She commented before standing up from the bench completely.
Inspiration comes in many shapes and forms, I don't think I'll find it looking up at the stars tonight, but if he plans on leaving the park I'm tempted to follow him unless he finds that to be somewhat creepy. Now for the introductions before there is a slight chance of being called 'Princesss' again. She thought to herself as she looked over at Desmond. "I'm Demetria, though I go by Demy for short." She greeted, hoping that he would take that as her name instead of the nickname he had given to her prior. It would also give her a chance to find out what his name was so that she could remember him for the near future. It was quiet outside, too quiet for her liking. I'm not normally outside but this is nice.... She thought to herself happily, having no desire to run into a lot of people but content with being around a few and not having Terrors to deal with.
The appeal to night was at times difficult to explain given the dangerous atmosphere it could become. Rumors of terrors rampaging on the streets and the endless talk about criminals sneaking around the shadows around every corner always caused the stirring of fear. Most people merely avoided the night, but naturally it still possessed those die hard fans of night time would take their chances; which he suppose he was one in a considering his present location. The ginger man glanced over at the girl, catching the surprised expression upon her face at the mentioning of being out for exercise and to fend off boredom. It was a sensible reaction given the time of night; not many people traveled during midnight after all. Most would remain cozy in their houses with the exception of evening workers, but they would naturally be safely within the walls of the establishment they worked with by now, supposedly.
A slight chuckle left his lips. "Well it would have to be, the rest of my family is asleep and the house is creaky," he began. "Besides, night is quite pretty and quiet in a peaceful. Day just feels like a constant rush."
The explanation was simply, merely informing the stranger of his desire to visit the pleasant calm that the night could provide for those who traversed during it. Whether it was for inspiration or a mere wanting to venture to the wonderful realm at night, it would always receive its usual travelers. When him stopping by the park was mentioned, the nephilim offered the girl a shrug.
"Not really. Figured I might as well pass through. It can be awfully pretty at night here, eh?" Desmond responded.
For a few moments, the ginger remained quiet as his green eyes gazed upwards towards the star speckled sky. A small smile tugged the corners of his lips up; he always found it hard not to grin at such a lovely sky on a peaceful night. While his gaze remained locked on the wonderful night sky, the scout listened to the stranger introduction. Once she finished, he knew it was his turn to return with his own introduction.
"Name's Desmond, some people call me Des though," he stated simply.
The name that the girl gave was soon registered in Desmond's head as he remained in his leaning position on the bench. His eyes quickly flitted back towards Demy as the man took a moment to memorize her features to make certain he would recognize her again.
Demetria shrugged her shoulders to his answer, "I sort of know that feeling, though my family are all vampires they don't always sleep during the day so I used to have to leave the house if I wanted to avoid waking them up." She looked up at the sky, unable to shake the feeling of missing her family even though she wasn't living in Japan anymore. "I'm so far away from home." She mumbled, looking back towards Desmond. "Do I dare ask what you do for fun?" Her siblings, loved playing games with her, of course she was the more serious child in the family so it took a lot to see her fun side because she was all work and no play. "Good point, though my reason I think is much different then yours. I just don't care about the day, for reasons." She had already told him that her family were all vampires, but one could wear sunscreen or have a charm on to avoid being burned but her reasons were much more personal than that.
"I have an easier time seeing at night." She finished, as if that would clear up any confusion he might have been having from her previous comments about the day time. "Yes, it is pretty at night." She answered as a matter of a fact, "But I think I'm bias on my answer." She didn't care if she was, it wouldn't matter if others saw her as bias, she was who she was and that was all that mattered in the long run. She introduced herself, smiling when he gave his name back to her. "A pleasure to meet you Des." She answered, Assuming you refrain from calling me Princess in the near future.
Mild interest gleamed in the nephilims eyes as the stranger began informing him about how she came from a family of vampires. The explanation for requiring to leave was sensible since vampires did seem to switch from being night dwellers to daylight walkers when it was necessary. It merely depended on the person or what required accomplishing on the list of tasks. Although, his family were commonly awake during daylight and were simply not prone to requiring a nightly outing to get rid of excess energy. Being a scout had caused Desmond to get acquainted with those long nights spent under a sky full of stars, but could at times throw his sleep schedule out of wack. When the girl mentioned being far away from home, the nephilim raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Oh really? Where ya come from, Princess?" Desmond asked out of interest, throwing in the nickname he came up with.
At the mention of what the scout did for fun, Desmond gave a small, mischievous chuckle as his response. Most of his fun consisted of tricking unsuspecting people or simply constant teasing. It rarely consisted of sports or other more competitive interest due to his lack of competitive nature. The very thought of competition reminded him of his high school days where gym class was full of kids desiring victory and getting disappointed in his lack of care in the outcome. When Demetria began speaking about her reasons for her night preference, Desmond glanced over at her for a moment. A shrug was his response when she mentioned how it was easier for her to see during the night.
"Fair enough. Don't really have much of a preference, depends on what I am doing really," Desmond explained.
If the ginger was scouting, that is when he preferred the cover of night. The copious shadows and his darkly coloured uniform alongside his grey wings easily blended into the atmosphere. Sneaking about during the late hours was always easier for the scout despite the lack of noise to cover any sounds he made. He always did have a particular talent in remaining silent after all, thus remaining out of sight in the darkness was valued instead. When she spoke about her opinion in night's beauty alongside her bias, Desmond chuckled again.
"Yeah, just a little bit," he responded with a stretch. "I am prone to being outside during both times, but I find night more lovely than the day."
The nephilim continued stretching a little longer, allowing his muscles some movement. They were itching to keep walking, but the ginger was not finished conversing with the mysterious vampire. When Demetria smiled and stated it was a pleasure, Desmond glanced at her and gently smiled back while stifling a yawn. Once he finished stretching, he continued to favor the vampire with a friendly smile.
"Nice to meet you as well," he responded out of politeness.
Shortly afterwards, the nephilim returned to leaning on the bench's back, arms crossed. As a breeze passed through the park, he remained motionless, unperturbed by the night's cold.
Demetria raised her eye brow when he asked his question, not because he seemed curious about where she was from but because he added the extra nickname to his question, the one that she hadn't given him permission to call her in the first place. "Demetria.... or Demy.... Princess isn't an acceptable nickname." She corrected him, before moving onto answering the question he had asked in the first place. "I'm from Japan." She couldn't help but think about her time spent in Japan, it had been fine until she had met her ex. If it hadn't been for him, she might have never left Japan in the first place. She shrugged her shoulders when he made his comment about not having much of a preference.
"It just gives you more time to do what ever it is you call a hobby." She answered him back, though the day never stopped her from working, it had kept her from going outside her apartment when she needs to get more fabric or other supplies for her designs. Desmond had agreed about her being bias on her answer and she couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Then you are bias about the night time too." She grinned, it was nice seeing she wasn't the only one. They gave pleasure of greetings, it seemed like the night would be a peaceful one until there was a noise coming from somewhere behind them. What the hell is that? She thought to herself somewhat confused as she stood up from the bench to look around.
I know there are things out here, Terrors.... but I don't normally come across one.... She thought to herself as she tried spotting it, it wasn't long before something that looked like a machine and animal was heading straight for them. Oh hell no, that thing isn't going anywhere near us. She quickly withdrew her pistol that had been hanging on her belt, aiming it towards the Terror with the intent to shoot it. I hope that thing doesn't get too close to us.
Upon the response towards the nickname Desmond had given the his newest acquaintance, a laugh escaped his mouth. Obviously, Demetria did not enjoy the concept of the random nickname the ginger had given her, which was strangely marvelous. Having acquired something the woman possessed a distaste for meant that he could pursue teasing the vampire with it. The idea brought forth ponder on how she would react should he decide to invoke the despised nickname in more conversations. For the nephilim, the temptation to tease somebody was simply too difficult to resist. When Demetria answered his question about where she had originated from, a mischievous chuckle came from Desmond. A lip-tight smile was used to favor the girl, child-like enjoyment already sparkling in his green eyes.
"Oh? So you are a Princess from Japan? Sounds pretty awesome, bet you wear kimonos and everything," the nephilim teased.
There was a gleam of satisfaction despite not gauging Demetria's reaction; teasing took time to cause an explosion. Either way, Desmond was already mentally playing with the concept. Although he was a scout, the ginger did not pry further into Demetria's world due to the short answer. For him, it was cue to cease inquiries unless it became a requirement; it was a cue he invoked himself during conversations. The nephilim was a private person after all, which meant he preferred to remain hushed about his life until he felt somebody earned the chance to learn; had proven themself as trustworthy. At the thought of trust, his mind lingered to a face which caused the smile on Desmond's lips to broaden slightly. At the mention of more time to do hobbies, a shrug was apart of the scout's response.
"Meh, don't do too much that requires a bunch of time. Besides, I still gotta work," he answered simply.
At the mentioning of night bias, Desmond shrugged and gently chuckled. He truthfully did not mind either times, but night always possessed an alluring aura for the nephilim. The calming silence alongside a sky filled to the brim with stars and a large white moon always held an inviting air to it. Though, that was shortly hashed when he heard large steps slamming into the earth and what sounded like the squealing of metal joints. It caused the scout to stiffen, straightening from his position and summoning his grey wings. The noises were familiar to the nephilim from years spent under the stars observing deadly, inhumane creatures. Shortly, Desmond's green eyes caught the shape of mixed with machine and human; a mutant type terror. In the scout peripherals he noticed Demetria draw a pistol which caused his eyes to flit back to her. That was unlikely to stop that monster before it reached them.
Instantly, Desmond reached his hand out to grab the vampire's arm in hopes to escape the threat momentarily. Fighting with a possible civilian (Desmond did not know her well enough to label her a TRS member) and himself as a scout brought grave hopes of winning. He was trained to defend himself, not properly fight these monsters! Once his hand made contact, the nephilim teleported them to behind the fountain that sat near the center of the park. He ducked behind it, wings pressing close to his back while his right hand reached for the TRS radio he had jammed into the pocket of his jeans.
"Duck down, and if you want to run away, do it when I tell you to," Desmond stated.
For a few moments, Desmond watched from behind the cover and flicked on the radio. Once on, he began relying directions and summing up the situation in a hushed voice.
"There is a terror in Crow Feather Park, I am here with a bystander I believe. We need hunters here immediately. Nobody has been hurt as of currently, but may be best to bring a medic too," the nephilim uttered.
The ginger's name was left out, opting to instead work towards getting hunters here as quick as possible. Being in a situation with mutant terrors were never a positive considering their animal traits. They could hear at an excellent pitch and furthermore some had an increased sense of smell. In silence, the nephilim watched the terror with observant eyes well awaiting reinforcement.
Demetria shook her head slightly, his comment was somewhat amusing even if he did manage to slip Princess into the conversation once again. "No... and no..." She wasn't about to go into detail, though one might call her one for how she tended to act sometimes. It would be a lie if she didn't claim that she never got spoiled, because with her strict parents came many wonderful outfits and even an inspiration to want to learn how to create her own designs. Not that she would ever admit to having such a wonderful upbringing, she'd only mention the bad part of it. Does he think he can get a reaction from teasing me? I suppose I might as well get him back if getting him to stop fails. She thought to herself, Desmond reminded her of her siblings but she couldn't seem to find the connection just yet.
She couldn't help but feel somewhat glad that he hadn't pressed her for more information about her family back home, though she loved living here she was feeling slightly homesick so having the topic change meant she could stop thinking about it and try and feel somewhat better. Desmond made his comment and she couldn't help but wonder what exactly his hobby was. "I know the feeling all too well though my hobby is my work." She didn't care if anybody found it odd or not, she enjoyed creating her designs and there wasn't anybody out there that would tell her otherwise. Besides what better way to spend the time going around shopping for fabrics, even if she did get stuck having to go out in the sunlight at times. Hearing the noise had startled her but she knew that freezing up would only make matters worse so she instead grabbed her pistol. I have never used this against a Terror before.... She couldn't bring herself to shoot it.
Desmond's hand had reached out and grabbed her arm, then they teleported behind a fountain. She couldn't help but have the desire to peek behind the fountain but instead had hesitated instead. Desmond had teleported them away, all became clear when he had made his comment. She ducked down, undecided on if she would run away as he suggested or stay behind. He radioed in and everything had become clear. He is a member of TRS.... She remained quiet with her pistol still withdrawn just in case the Terror noticed them. Your correct for now, but who knows that status might change. She had never thought of becoming a member of TRS, she was very picky with the people she chose to hang around. It didn't seem very long before a few hunters had shown up to take care of the Terror, she chose to stay and watch to see how it was done. I'll decide later. She thought to herself, thinking it would be fun to run into Desmond again, seeing as he was a member too.
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