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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Kassian didn't entirely know why he had signed up for this event that he had been introduced to from one of his colleagues at the theater. He was nervous as the time had finally come to attend the event hosted by the city. He nearly had a panic attack before he eventually forced himself to don a formal suit for the event and went. He was uncertain on who he would be paired up with but by the time he arrived to the vista he was just about ready to turn around and just go back home.
However, he wasn't given the chance to flee as one of the staff at the venue came up to him and requested his name, to which he responded without really thinking. From there he was led over to a table. He sat down and glanced around as he merely waited for his...date to arrive. Of course he had remembered to wear some gloves that matched his outfit as well due to it still being cold out. He would definitely take advantage of that until it grew warmer out. For now though he just had to focus on keeping himself...together so to speak. He didn't want to cause any trouble if he could help it.
i'm drowning in these bad thoughts without a saviour.
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An annoyed grumble escaped Wallace’s lips as his aunt fidgeted with his clothing, a gleeful smile drawn on her face. Soft humming left her lips as she kept adjusting the semi-formal clothing they bought for the occasion. Meanwhile, his uncle stood in the background, arms crossed, expression triumphant as he happily watched his nephew be prepared. He was the puppet master of the entire situation and was obviously content with his victory. Sometime over the beginning of February, his uncle went to town and persuaded the people hosting a blind date event to allow him to sign his nephew up.
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Therefore, Wallace was gifted the opportunity to attend some fancy restaurant and date somebody he has never met. The ginger-haired man did not desire to attend these events, but his uncle purposefully informed him last minute. While his uncle wanted to summon happiness in the young man’s life, he still found it difficult to appreciate it. Love was something Wallace never indulged in and avoided a majority of the time. His concerns were instead invested in thoughts of making certain the tractor was operational and feeding time for the animals.
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Other worries arose during certain times periods such as harvest, however, the daily chores still existed. Alas, the pursuits of love were ignored with every opportunity. A lover was not a requirement for life, therefore, Wallace should not be expected to procure himself one. He concept of love was foreign to the young faekin, hence his hesitance. When his aunt finished, she pulled away, she grinned broadly. Her eyes gazed over her nephew, admiring her stylizing. A white dress shirt, dress pants and a pleasant black jacket.
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She managed to tame Wallace's frequently wild head of ginger-coloured hair, which was not properly brushed back. An annoyed huffed escaped his lips afterwards.
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"Oooh, look at him! He looks so precious," his aunt said, clapping her hands together.
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Aunt Athena enjoyed when she received the opportunity to make him or uncle Horris appear handsome. It surged pride through Athena's body as she gazed at her disgruntled nephew. An annoyed groan escaped Wallace's lips as his gaze flitted to the ceiling before returning to his uncle and aunt. Immediately, uncle Horris began laughing, his loud laughter booming through their farmhouse.
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"Don't be so grouchy, Wally," he said with a light-hearted tone.
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Long strides carried him to Wallace's side, the older farmer firmly grabbing his shoulder with a slap. There was a broad grin crossing his lips as he moved. It was obvious he was satisfied with his antics.
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"Now cheer up, you'll have fun! Besides, after all the work you've done, you need a break, Wally," uncle Horris insisted, softly pushing him. "Now get a move on! See you after your date and don't forget to smile! Have a great night."
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The ginger-haired faekin was guided towards the exit, unable to stop the incessant pushing of his uncle. As he was brought to the threshold, the door was opened.
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"Fine, fine! I'll try, but I ain't bringin' whoever it is home! And it don't mean I'll enjoy it either!" Wallace responded as he crossed the threshold.
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The ginger-haired man heard his uncle's laughter as the door was closed. Quickly, he descended the small, concrete staircase and headed to the pickup truck they used around the farm. He opened the door and smoothly hauled himself into the vehicle. With his specially crafted, magic-powered mechanical hands he managed to accomplish the normal actions of anybody with proper arms. The key was jammed into the ignition, turned without hesitation and soon the truck roared to life. Each movement was fluent, something which plenty of people with proper limbs would be fascinated by.
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Alas, his arms were nothing particularly special in his opinion. Those with prosthetic shaped similar to claws who proved to be exceptionally adept with basic human functions were truly incredible. From their country-side home, Wallace drove through the streets and headed towards Lorsette, where the event would be hosted. The place looked fancy, prompting the farm boy to flinch by merely seeing the restaurant. Table manners and good speaking mannerisms would be required, some of which he lacked from his laid-back lifestyle.
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Hesitantly, he left the truck, taking the keys and slamming the door shut. A deep breath was summoned into the depths of his lungs before being slowly exhaled. He was beyond prepared to date somebody, even if for merely an evening... He was hardly anything charming given his word choices and speaking mannerisms. Movies often portrayed male farmers as either older men or plaid-wearing, horse whispering guys with the sweetest hearts. Hopefully his date was not expecting anyone special for their partner over this blind date.
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Slowly, he moved towards the front of the restaurant, entering through the glass doors which held a posture saying "Blind Date" with plenty of hearts decorating it. The farmer glanced around, pausing as he flinched at the magnificent scenery... He was hardly anyone for fancier affairs. A soft and nervous sigh left his mouth as he approached the desk at a snail's pace. He felt awkward about the entire occasion... He did not belong here, he belonged in a barn petting horses or giving out the nightly feed to the animals.
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"Hello sir, may I get you name?" A friendly woman who noticed him approach asked.
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The farmer's eyes locked on her, narrowly managing his awkward smile.
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"Uh, yep... I'm Wallace Bogdan. My uncle signed me up," he explained quietly.
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She provided a nod before glancing over her list. Once satisfied, she showed him a map to his table and gestured for him to continue so she could proceed with the next blind dater. The ginger-haired man moved slowly through the tables, his eyes glancing around at the foreign scene around him. Gradually, he moved through the tables and discovered one with his name on it. Already seated at the table was a man with bluish-purple hair who must have arrived earlier than him. Wallace attempted to favour him with a friendly smile, but ended up appearing more awkward.
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"Ah, it appears I'm yer date," he said before offering his hand to shake. "Wallace Bogdan, nice to meet ya."
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The faekin paused after offering his mechanical prosthetic. He prayed his date would not be bothered by his creation considering it was his only method of breathing some previous normality into his life. There was a slight awkwardness to his words as he attempted to move with the social flow... however... he felt as though he sounded like a fucking hillbilly with his speaking mannerisms.
The man was rather unsure if his...date was ever going to show. Though it wasn't much time had passed either. The siren was most likely just...nervous for the possible date he'd be having. Soon enough, though, a ginger-haired male approached his table. He returned the smile with a small one of his own, nodding a little as the young man spoke. His eyes flicked down to the hand that was extended for him to shake in greeting, taking note of how it was fake but hesitated in extending his own mainly due to his own issues with his hands.
However he didn't want to be rude and extended his own, gloved hand to carefully grip the other's prosthetic one in greeting. "It is nice to meet you Wallace. My name is Kassian Tal'amire, but you can call me Kassian." His spoke with his soft voice, offering the young man a smile before he withdrew his hand and placed it under the table with his other one to nervously wring it. The scars burned from being touched, but again that could all very well have been mental for him. "Your accent is unlike any I've heard before... It is interesting." He mentioned, again his voice soft and light as he tilted his head to the side a little.
"Ah, please...sit." He added, gesturing with a hand to the empty chair that sat across him. This was going to be an interesting night indeed.
i'm drowning in these bad thoughts without a saviour.
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Nerves echoed through Wallace's body as he awkwardly stood, attempting to create a friendly atmosphere. Positive behaviours was something the faekin was not particularly known for. Several times he proved to be an incredible worker, oftentimes investing his time accomplishing farm work. He was confident and intelligent, but failed in the social fields because of his regularly aloof nature. Currently, he was masking his anti-social behaviours because of his uncle's assistance to be pleasant towards his date.
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Hesitantly, the purple-haired man greeted him, taking his prosthetic hand and shaking it. The ginger-haired man flinched slightly after observing the actions. He was under the assumption his metallic, personally created prosthetic hand disturbed the man who introduced himself as Kassian. It was understandable considering the components which made the strange device. Firstly, Wallace's prosthetic lacked the plastic covering to manifest the illusion of "reality". By all descriptors, the farmer's prosthetic arms were forged from metal in a basic, but practical design.
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Unlike other prosthetic limbs, Wallace's creations fed on some of his magic, allowing him to dexterously control the fingers and arm, much similar to his original arms. The man proceeded to mention his interesting accent, prompting another flinch. Was that interesting in a positive way, or?
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"Uh... yeah... guess I'm just-a country bumpkin," Wallace mumbled a slow explanation.
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When suggested to sit, Wallace paused before giving a nod and sitting in the adjacent chair. He scooted the chair forward, settling himself near the table. A deep breath entered his lungs, the faekin uncertain about the entire date. Briefly, Wallace's eyes remained on Kassian before flitting towards the roses in the vase. The farmer's hazel eyes remained locked on the roses as thought they could calm his nerves. Merely gazing upon the flowers assisted with a subtle soothing. He always admired plants for the assistance they provided.
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He quietly watched them while pondering the realm of dating. The farmer pondered, eyes flitting between his date and roses. Plants could know a variety of things, however, Wallace's abilities were limited to meager manipulation, leaving him in deep water. If only they could provide the answers needed to manifest a suitable date for his partner.
Kassian blinked once to his words in response to his accent. Country...bumpkin? That was an odd phrase. He lowered his gaze after a few moments as Wallace turned his gaze over to the flowers that were sitting in a vase on the table. He looked young indeed, just...how old was his date? He lifted his eyes to look at the young man once more, observing him quietly for a few moments before he shifted slightly in his seat. "Um...how old are you exactly? You look young, though you don't need to answer if you don't wish. Um, I'm thirty in case you...wanted to know since...." He trailed off as he shook his head a little. Already he felt foolish from his words alone.
He wasn't sure why he signed up for a blind date in the first place, but maybe it was..because he was lonely? No, that was ridiculous. He was just fine being alone. It was...safer that way. Yeah. Safer. He raised a gloved hand to lightly press his fingers against the side of his head a little as he managed a small smile. "Ah, forgive me. I wasn't thinking. From your words of being a...country bumpkin...you are a...farmer?" He spoke up, tilting his head to the side slightly as he scanned his eyes over the other man's face. "I'm an actor for a small theater in the city."
i'm drowning in these bad thoughts without a saviour.
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Dates were hardly considered Wallace's forte... Throughout his teenage years, he failed to have a romantic relationship or even attend a date. Therefore, he felt awkward attempting to feign friendliness for Kassian's sake. Ruining the dark-haired man's blind date was inconsiderate and furthermore, he refused to be lectured by uncle Horris. His uncle promoted him being a kind and courteous individual despite everything that happened. The trauma he endured was no excuse for his regularly impolite actions, but it rarely stopped Wallace without the assistance of an external source.
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His eyes remained on the flowers, thinking over the actions which led him to this moment. Playing his uncle's games could be difficult at times, especially with his severe lack of social skills. These were the moments social capability was crucial, however, the faekin was lacking. While he chastised his social inability, he failed to hear the man shift in his seat. Although, when the man inquired about his age, Wallace stiffened, caramel eyes shifting back to Kassian. Slowly, the ginger-haired man straightened his posture.
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"Uh... I'm 18," Wallace awkwardly responded. "So... a little young.
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There was an age gap between them, an entire 22 years... Would this date go well with their difference in age? While people with larger age gaps managed to get along, this occasion was a date. It suggested the possibility of romantic interaction and maturity as a requirement. Would Kassian think of him as a kid? The answers would be discovered in the man's response, but he hoped it would be nothing against his younger age. A smile graced his dark-haired date's lips as he realized the meaning of 'country bumpkin' and suggested he was a farmer.
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The ginger-haired man nodded. "Yeah, I'mma farmer. I work with my uncle," he explained shortly after his nod. "So an actor? I couldn't imagine doin' that... I have no clue how I'd manage if I was one."
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Actors were stationed in the spotlight, watched by people and praised for following their lines and staying in character. The humble farmer was nobody capable of accomplishing such feats. There were some people who could potentially, but acting was beyond Wallace's capability.
So his date was...very young. Much younger than he was by twenty-two years. It was enough to cause the entire thing to become awkward but the siren manage a smile and tilted his head to the side a little. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry if I've made you feel awkward by any means." He spoke to him, apologizing a bit as he readjusted himself slightly in his chair. However, he did his best to not dwell too much on their age difference, or the fact that he probably made things pretty awkward, when Wallace had confirmed that he was a farmer. "Ah, that sounds like it must be difficult work! As for being an actor it does take quite some skill to do so." He responded, pausing as he raised a gloved hand to fiddle of a strand of his hair slightly.
"It takes plenty of practice to really get the basics of acting down, but there are others who can help with honing such skills. Then again it depends on how a person can easily manipulate their own emotions as well." He added in explanation, soon lowering his hand away from his hair before he released a soft chuckle. "That and you'd need to not have stage fright so easily. Being an actor behind a camera can be different, since you don't have to act in front of a live audience." He paused before shaking his head, a faint blush crossing his face. Ah, he was going on too much about acting.
"Apologies about my rambling. What is it like being a farmer? I've only ever really been able to see them from shows I've chanced to watch." He admitted, tilting his head to the side a little once more in a curious manner. Despite their age difference he was curious about Wallace's life as what he was. It was new and different for the siren and he did want to learn more.
i'm drowning in these bad thoughts without a saviour.
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There was a strain between Wallace and his date because of their age differences. People said age was merely a number, alas, it allowed for similarities between people. There was uncertainty entering the faekin as he remained in his seat. One of his mechanical arms reached back to awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Firstly, Wallace possessed no dating capability and now an age gap loomed over their heads, reminding them of their differences. Farm life and his negative experiences hardened the ginger-haired man and created maturity.
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Alas, twenty-two years was a large gap between them, hence his apprehension of the situation. As he lowered his hand, returning them to his laps. Fingers clasped together as Wallace anxiously squeezes and rubbed the metallic fingers. He was gaining nervousness the longer this proceeded. The farmer had a severe lack of social skills, but he would attempt to keep his date somewhat entertained, if possible. An apology was provided by Kassian, unnecessary, however, awkwardness resulted in it being met with a lopsided smile and a nod.
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Fortunately, when they shifted onto the common topic of work, Wallace eased slightly. Work was a topic a majority of people could discuss, making it easier than anything else. When Kassian stated being a farmer must be difficult, the faekin shrugged and allowed him to continue. He nodded at the dark-haired man's words, impressed by the actor's capability. The "ramble" concluded, the question being reflected.
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"I... wouldn't be able to act. As for farmin', its a lot of hard work if you ain't use to it, but it's worthwhile. I get to drive in the tractor and help my uncle with the cattle and such. You never get bored, that's for sure," Wallace explained, trying to be somewhat brief.
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There was a subtle gleam of excitement in his eyes when speaking about farming. A slight smile even formed upon his lips as familiarity tenderly grabbed his hand and led him through conversation. He was passionate about farm life, for it became everything he enjoyed after trauma he endured.
Kassian listened to Wallace speak about how farming was like for the young man, listening attentively as he held his hands in his lap with a soft smile on his face. "That sounds very interesting. So you have cattle? What other animals do you have?" He questioned him curiously, tilting his head to the side slightly as he was interested in learning more about the farm life for the young man. It was definitely very different from what he was used to, almost foreign if he was to be honest about it. Though despite their...huge age difference the siren did want to at least make an attempt to have more of a friendly evening with the young man rather than it turning into a date.
His attention, however, was pulled away when a server approached their table to take their orders. Ah, right, food was a thing. He glanced down at his menu and raised a gloved hand to lightly play with a strand of hair unconsciously as he scanned his eyes over the menu. Ah...what was he going to get? "Ah...I'll have a medium rare steak and then a chocolate raspberry mousse for dessert. I'll also take a glass of water as well." He spoke up, handing his menu over to the server before he allowed his hands to rest in his lap once more as he wrung his hands slightly out of habit.
i'm drowning in these bad thoughts without a saviour.
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Talking about farm life was one of the easier activities Wallace could accomplish. He was passionate about his occupation as a farmer and working alongside his uncle. Caring for animals, handling harvest and using his faekin abilities to help his family through life. The most crucial of Wallace's skills was his plant manipulation that allowed his family to survive a rough harvest or inspire plants to grow larger. Perhaps it was among the reasons he discovered happiness on the farm. The closeness to nature and uses for his abilities created a homely vibe.
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The work was seemingly endless, however, a worthwhile investment if someone asked Wallace about his opinions. He enjoyed every aspect of farm life and discovered genuine happiness in it. Furthermore, it was a coping mechanism against the traumas he endured. There was serenity whenever he devoted endless amounts of time to his farm work. As Wallace spoke he appreciated Kassian's displays of acknowledgement. The faekin was not particularly social a majority of the time, thus visible signs of interest coaxed him into speaking.
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After the first words, Kassian inquired more about his farm life. A surprised expression revealed itself in Wallace's eyes, however, he would not complain. Maybe this date would not end horrendously.
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"All kinds of 'em. A few pigs and some chickens too. Then we have a farm dog. Oh, and my auntie takes care of two goats she got from the neighbours. They take care of a bunch, but sometimes the mamas don't have enough milk when they have twins, so my auntie buys them off them," Wallace explained, displaying his passion more.
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Only moments later their attention was diverted by the arrival of their server. The faekin quietly grabbed the menu, uncertain about what to order. He rarely went out to eat, unless it was some quick fast food he and his uncle bought after a long day's work. He allowed Kassian the chance to order first while he contemplated what he would order. Yet, when his turn arrived, Wallace found himself anxious.
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"Uh... I will just get some roast beef and vegetables please," the farm boy said with a nervous smile.
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These fancy places were certainly not Wallace's favoured scene. He preferred being at home where his aunt created delectable home-cooked meals. There were no choices, rather, just a pre-made decision.
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