Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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The kitsune didn't frequent places like this too often, but he was here today to try and get a stable sense of his surroundings. He knows that you can overhear a lot of things in bars, though as long as he doesn't attract the wrong sort of attention he should be fine. The colorful kitsune knew he was bound to at least stand out a bit in terms of his appearance, with almost candy floss colorful strands of hair, and the extreme softness and youthfulness of his facial features, but that wasn't what he was bothered with in the moment. Maharo was looking to potentially overhear information, even if he had to consume some drinks in order to get it. Winning the attention and trust of others is not too much of a hurdle, not with the innocence of his appearance, and the natural charm and friendliness of his nature. Though he may not show it, he did keep himself as aware of himself and his surroundings as possible.
It was his second nature at this point, to try and establish friendly relations as quickly as he could manage to, as it is much safer to have many friends than to make any enemies. Glancing over his shoulder after movement catches his eyes, Maharo notes that there are people both entering and leaving, though he remains in place for now. There was a full glass of brightly colored liquid in frnt of him, though he hasn't taken any of it just yet. It was potentially the closest to looking like candy as a drink could get, though the taste was likely as not going to be debatable, since he normally doesn't drink. He swallows back the urge to pout, carefully reaching out for the glass, and hesitantly takes a drink.
Vance had found himself in an awkward situation, on the subject of Bram. Besides Bram having joined TRS, he found out that his parents had abused Bram for not becoming a soldier. They also held Cynthia hostage in their home because she had found out about it. Though he honestly didn't mind being apart of AP, with Bram joining TRS, it complicated things for him. So he decided to betray with the hope that all of his sisters would do so as well. Though it wasn't Bram's fault completely, had he come to him from the start instead of requiring to be chased down, he wouldn't have found himself in a bar. Or at least not for this reason anyway. This wouldn't be the first time that he'd be in the bar and it wouldn't be the last either. He knew that word likely would spread like wildfire about his betrayal as soon as he stopped accepting the missions from them, knew sooner or later they would come for him and those he cared about. The only person on his mind right at the moment was Bram, of course he cared about his sisters too, though he knew they could take care of themselves well enough, Bram on the other hand, he questioned it.
Slowly he reached out, opening the door to the bar before slipping inside. It wasn't too crowded today, people would follow him inside while others would slip passed him to go back outside. He was known as being ap prior to betraying them. People would allow him inside only because he never caused trouble with them, unless they started it first, to which he always won. It was easier to let him stay and get drunk then to kick him out just because he was ap, plus there were other ap in there that had made it much more difficult to kick him out. Of course now that he wasn't taking on missions, they were bound to approach him sooner or later. He walked towards the counter, waiting to be noticed by the bartender so that he could order his drink. Since he came here often, the usual was always given to him.
Today was kind of slower than he had guessed it would have been, even though there was absolutely no shortage of people around here. A glance had notified that someone was rather close to himself now, though he doesn't feel threatened at all. Being the friendly and social kitsune he was, he didn't really hesitate in greeting the other. "Hello there!" The smile is natural in it's brightness, even though not many would usually greet a stranger in such a friendly fashion.
Turning crystal blue eyes back momentarily to his drink, he takes another drink of the almost cloyingly sweet liquid. It still wasn't exactly his taste preference, but it would seem a little weird to come to a place like this and not drink anything. It would have been great to take the edges of his nerves off, though he really wasn't unsettled to begin with. For a moment Maharo wondered what else he should say, if he should mention that he was new in the area or not. The reactions to such a statement often varied in the past, though nothing too bad had ever truly come of them. Gazing down at the colorful concoction that was almost gone now, he was almost seemingly lost in thought for a few moments.
Vance had noticed Maharo but chose not to interact because he didn't want to risk any trouble with him. He had been in his thoughts when he heard the greeting, draw his attention towards Maharo. "Hello." He answered in return, waiting for the bartender to notice him still. Silence seemed to come between them, because he wasn't sure of what to say. Here Maharo was, being nice to him and yet in his mind all he could think about was how he had failed his family even though he was adopted. Thankfully Maharo wasn't looking at him, else he might have noticed him struggling to hold a happy face expression despite feeling like shit. The bartender finally had taken notice of him, maybe it was the fact he was AP or the fact that others in here seemed to be looking at him no longer as a comrade He knew it could be expected since he wasn't taking on anymore missions, though interrupting his chance for a drink sucks. It wasn't long before he had his own drink set before him, slowly he reached out to take the glass while his other hand had reached for his wallet to pay for the drink before returning his wallet into his pocket.
He'd then take the glass in both hands, having planned on drinking it but he found himself staring at the glass instead. His family made the comment about his drinking being a bad idea but he never seemed to listen to them. It was because he found it soothing at the time, even though the hangovers were horrible later on. He knew it was stupid to come here to get drunk, he just couldn't bring himself to stop with his addiction. Maharo was still nearby him, either he was here waiting for somebody or he had come to possibly drink to his fill too, either way, he couldn't help but feel like he might be taking up his space. "Sorry. I'll move, to give you space." He answered, somewhat in a mumble, slowly inching in the opposite direction, truly believing Maharo wouldn't want him nearby.
Maharo found himself easily catching onto the vibes and cues the other was giving off, wondering if there was something going on around this place that he wasn't aware of. Maharo was the type to indulge those around him, though something he didn't like was being alone. "You don't have to go anywhere. I actually don't like being left alone in places like this." Offering the other a sympathetic glance, it was clear to Maharo that something was making him tense, and there was a tint of heaviness in the air. For now he says nothing, wondering just why there was that amount of tenseness.
He had spent too much time in different social situations to not notice the tenseness, knowing that there was much more going on than a typical bar-hood rivalry. If he asked about it there was a chance that he could get involved, so it was better to maybe test the waters before asking anything too personal. "You okay?" Maharo didn't expect a life story or anything, but was offering a shoulder in a roundabout way. Downing the last remnants of the drinks, he suppressed a shiver at the taste. He probably didn't want to risk drinking any more, just in case something happened. Alcohol dampened his concentration, and he needed to be able to escape if needed.
Vance still hadn't touched his drink, apologizing to Maharo before inching away in the opposite direction. He was surprised to hear Maharo tell him that he didn't have to go anywhere and that he didn't like being left alone. The sympathetic glance made him feel somewhat better even though he still found himself feeling like shit. Silence had come between them once more and he found himself staring at his drink instead of lifting it up to consume it. He had thoughts in his mind, thoughts about how screwed he would be since AP would be coming for him. The last thing he wanted to do was involve anybody else, however, he found himself pulled from his thoughts when Maharo asked him if he was okay. It was a comment question, one he wasn't expecting to be asked despite getting a sympathetic glance from him earlier. "No." He mumbled in return, finally lifting the glass to his lips to take a drink, using it as an excuse to be silent on the matter.
Trust me, you don't want to know what shit I got myself into. He thought to himself, setting the drink down because he had finished it withing a few seconds. Damn it.... He thought to himself, debating between ordering another one or just standing up to leave. The bartender had taken notice of him, asking if he wanted another one. "Yes." He answered, shoving the glass back in the bartender's direction so that he could get another one. The drink was placed in front of him, he withdrew his wallet to pay before returning it to his pocket once more. Am I sure I want to do this? Get drunk even though I know I'll be at a higher chance of being attacked? He thought to himself, sighing before grabbing the glass, making sure to drink it slowly this time. I was a soldier, if they think they can take me. I'll handle them as I had others who stood against me. He thought to himself, attempting to calm his nerves.
"Are you okay?" He repeated the question right back at Maharo. It was only polite after all and had it done a better job of hiding his feelings, maybe the question would have been asked to him in the first place. However, tension was in the air, he noticed it, he had reason to believe Maharo had asked his question because he too had noticed it and he wanted to make sure if he was making Maharo uncomfortable that he would stop. The last thing he wanted to do was make him feel uncomfortable or bother him.
Maharo wasn't surprised at the answer he needed up receiving, the tension soaking through the ambience was hinting at some sort of issue. Like danger slowly creeping up from the darkest shadows, ever so slowly like stalking unfortunate prey. Humming lowly under his breath as he thought, the atmosphere was beginning to make him feel just a little bit like a caged bird. He might want to duck out if the tension got too bad, or else find a way to blend in a bit better. Keeping himself incognito and free of entanglement in power struggles, anything to avoid being trapped as he once had been. The forced situation had taught him valuable survival skills, how to try to keep an ace up his sleeve.
"Better than I have been. I learn to take what I can get, y'know?" Maharo subtly glances around, making sure that everything still looked at least not like everyone was crowding in or looking menacing. Lowering his voice enough so that outsiders would find it harder to hear, he decided to ask something that may get him some sort of valuable information. "You have any useful advice for someone new around here?" Useful information could be anything really, anything from being told to keep to himself, or not to pet the local dogs because there was a rabies epidemic. You never knew what could potentially help you in the future, at least not where information is concerned. What might seem like a useless bit of fact one day, may save your life tomorrow, or tell you who or what to avoid in the future. Either way Maharo hopes the act of asking itself doesn't out himself too much, or bring danger to himself. He already looked a bit out of place, or maybe that was the pressure from the tension speaking.
Vance slowly drank from his glass, asking Maharo his question, waiting to hear what answer he'd give him. He would nod his head in reply. I wish I could say the same thing but I can't... not sure if you're aware but they are this way because of me. He thought to himself, not daring to say anything on the subject. It seemed the tension in the air, must have reached Maharo because he appeared tense being in here now. I shouldn't have come in here, I hadn't meant to cause trouble for anybody else. He thought to himself before drinking more from his glass. He paused when he heard Maharo's question, silence came between them as he slowly finished his drink and set the glass back down on the counter. "Yeah." He'd whisper, before adding, "Try to avoid AP at all costs." He would look towards the counter as an excuse to not look at those around them.
"Or a traitor like me." He whispered before slowly moving away from the counter to head towards the door. The only way this would end would be them either leaving him alone or following him out, either way he hoped that he hadn't caused Maharo any problems in the process. He pushed the doors open, moving to the side to see who might chose to follow him out. If Maharo, he wouldn't do anything, anybody else who he knows as AP, he'd likely attack without hesitation.
For a few moments the world seemed to go quiet, though in all reality it's just because he's focused on this other person. This was not what the young kitsune was used to at all, wouldn't have expected there to have been so much going on behind the scenes, and it was clear he was going to have to do a lot more research. He doesn't outwardly show his nervousness, but those words had sounded like a warning. His heart shuddered in his chest for a moment, and he became more sensitive to the tension around him. After a few moments he rises from his seat, and follows after the stranger's wake.
Something really bothered the brightly colored kitsune, and he felt more lost than when he had first arrived. It dug right down deep into the core of himself, a feeling as if the rug had been pulled from right beneath his feet, and he found he really didn't like the feeling. He never liked finding himself in a hopeless situation, and felt almost totally out of his depth. He liked to kill feelings of hopelessness before they could breed, liked to squash his own negativity before it could truly set down roots. He knows nothing about this place, did not know a single person here, and even if he doesn't let it show it scares him. Being close to another felt crucial, felt like the only way he could really survive. He could feel it in his instincts, and that's why following the stranger scares him less than facing the unknown.
Vance had given Maharo his warning, silence seemed to drift between them before he had stood up from the counter to head towards the door. He pushed the doors open before slipping outside, moving to the side. He waited to see who would follow him out if anybody at all, only to be surprised to see it was Maharo that had followed him out. "It is you?" He whispered, clearly surprised as he looked back towards Maharo. "Why'd you follow me out? I have a target on my back, you'll be in danger if you follow me." He couldn't help but feel worried about Maharo, despite only just met him. "Come... let us get away from here." He whispered, hoping to lead Maharo away from the bar. "I'm Vance, what is your name?" He asked, attempting conversation as to try and break the silence between them.
Maharo knew that maybe he was not acting the safest, and yet something in him just warned against being alone right now. "I was worried about you..."Somehow, he just couldn't quite get the rest of the truth out, couldn't say that he didn't want to be alone just yet, so his bright eyes just gaze at the other, the traces of his smile lower but still in place. There was a slight chance the other could show him around, so that he wouldn't have to find things the hard way.
He could tell with everyone he saw that he was out of place, that he was new or didn't quite belong. "My name is Maharo." He remembered that his father had once told him the meaning of his name, though he can't remember it at the moment, so he didn't really offer any other words at the moment. Meanings were often lost on others anyways, as some care not for the meaning of a name, and more if it sounds nice or not.
Vance listened to Maharo's answer before giving a small sigh. "Thank you." He whispered before mentioning how they should get out of here, having planned on leading them away from here. "It is a pleasure to meet you Maharo." He answered, wishing that it hadn't meant putting Maharo's life in danger in the process. The farther they got from the bar, the more safe he slowly started to feel before he paused to check on Maharo with the hope that he had in fact followed him away from the bar. "It really is dangerous being around me though." He whispered, repeating it once more, worried for Maharo's safety because he was nearby him.
He might barely know Vance, yet Maharo didn't really think of him in any sort of poor way, it just seemed like he was in some sort of pressure or danger himself. He knew he was still young and had a lot to learn himself, even if he did have some sticky situations already under his belt, he was neither experienced nor new to the threats life can pose, always leaving him in a precarious balancing act. Following after Vance almost like a lost puppy, he smiled a little more at his words. "Wouldn't you feel better if you weren't alone?" Tilting his head slightly, a few pink locks of hair fall into his face. If it were he in Vance's shoes, he would hate being alone.
Maharo never was good alone, as he would always feel safer around others, not to mention he became lonely quite easily. "Besides, how am I to avoid a danger I know nothing about? It would be one thing if I knew what was going on in this place..." His smile falters a little, his voice becoming quieter and more thoughtful. Information was the safest shield he could hope for, no matter where he found himself.
Vance was surprised by Maharo's question. "Yes..." He answered, though now he had Bram. It didn't make life easier on him for having chosen to betray AP though. He knew he also had his sisters too, whether they approved of what he had done to Bram in the past or not was between him and Bram, even if he felt like he should be punished for encouraging such things. "Know nothing about?" He asked, surprised that it seemed as if Maharo didn't know about the AP and TRS clash. "You've heard of the war going on." He answered, giving out the full name for the AP and TRS. "Those were AP in there, seeing as I betrayed they'd want me dead." He explained, wanting Maharo not to be in the dark on the subject. "It isn't just this place though, there is AP and TRS all around the world." He explained, unsure on how Maharo hadn't been aware of such things.
Coming here had not been specifically was not orifinally his choice, it had been a split second decision made whilst on the run. What if one of those parties that Vance was telling him about had been the actual name of his kidnappers? He had never really given it much thought before, since they were rather unpleasant memories, and revisiting those are never enjoyable. "So they aren't good."
It seemed familiar, in theory, but life has many mysteries, and he could not be sure it was either of those groups even if he had suspicions. Thinking about it made him remember sleeping on cold concrete, the gleam of sharp metal, not anything he would ever willingly go back to. "My clan may have referred to them by a different name. We were pretty reclusive." Still were actually, it was his own fault he got caught, due to his adventures outside of clan territory. "I had no intention of being a burden to you."
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