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 last bell of the day rang, dismissing all the students. she headed towards her locker and dropped off books she didn’t need. it was such a nice day, she had lunch outside. even had messaged her dad that she wouldn’t need a ride after school. she had planned to walk to the park. it felt like years since she had been able to sit and do homework. she could have gone during the winter months, but she would be too busy worrying about how cold she would have been.
the park was one of her favorite places to visit and she even had a preferred spot. it took her a couple minutes to make her way down to the park. along the way she spotted other people enjoying the nice weather. as she reached her spot she noticed there weren't too many people around, but it wasn’t secluded. she could still hear people in the background. she dropped her bag down before taking a seat herself. the spot she had picked was under a large tree. the leaves were more or less back and it provided a bit of shade, not that she needed it. rummaging through her bag until she found what she was looking for, a rather large history book and sat it on her lap as she pulled out a notebook. she still had a few pages to finish reading before she would start on the questions that followed.
she started to read and became unaware of her surroundings. it wasn't that the book was very interesting, she just wanted to finish this up as soon as possible. if she didn't take too long maybe she could have a snack and just enjoy the weather.
Everyday, around noon, Mrs. Porle would come to the park to feed the pigeons. And everyday, weather permitting, Bell would show up in his rooster form to partake in the feast of breadcrumbs that she would generously hand out to the hungry feathered inhabitants that called the park home. As a man that loved bread, Bell would be a fool not to enjoy this delightful little treat. What made this outing better was that his lunch would be absolutely free!
Bell was a simple man, with simple tastes after all.
As soon as Mrs. Porle entered the park gates, Bell was right behind her, clucking loudly as he stayed on her heels. He could see the bag of delicious bread tucked away under her arm. Every so often, he'd run in front of her, jump and flap his wings excitedly, making the older woman laugh. The other birds soon followed suit. The swans that had returned from their winter home meandered over, as did the small waterfowl and park pigeons.
By the time Mrs. Porle sat down on the park bench, she was surrounded by a menagerie of birds. With a soft smile, she would divvy out the bread pieces with a shaky hand, which Bell snatched up greedily. His rooster form looked a bit out of place scrounging around among the grey cooing pigeons and beautiful white swans. Thankfully, the woman did not mind him being there. Even when he raised his hackles and bullied other birds out of their share, she would only scold him like a child that had gotten into the cookie jar instead of chasing him off. Bell was sure she thought he was an ordinary rooster, and honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. It would be a shame if this little old lady found out she was feeding a TRS agent breadcrumbs from a park bench this whole time.
As soon as the last breadcrumb was gobbled up the flock dispersed, going back to their usual routine. Bell did the same. If he wanted more handouts he’d have to look elsewhere. The rooster would scour the park for his next meal, his long tail feathers swaying behind him as he strutted along. That was when a young woman caught his eye. The dark-haired lass was sitting under a tree alone. Now, Bell was a curious creature, he could not help but to see what she was up to. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could get some more food out of this venture.
Bell strolled up to her, stopping just behind her sitting form. The familiar was a bit nosy, peeking over the teen’s arm to see what she was reading, and cocked his head to the side to get a better view. She must be a student. He thought, as his yellow eyes glanced at the history book in her lap before creeping over to her notebook. Bell let out a low trill as he attempted to decipher the words written on its pages.
she yawn as she continued reading the last few pages. history was not something she disliked, but it wasn't something she enjoyed reading either. don't get her wrong, she understood the importance of history and learning about ones past mistakes and all that good stuff. it still didn't excuse that the material was so boring. had she brought her headphones she could of been studying with music.
she should of just came out here to read a book she actually wanted to read. well, at least she was getting her daily dose of fresh air. maybe she should just get up and walk around for a bit. stretch her legs and all that jazz. honestly she was just distracting herself. the walk did sound nice, but this homework wasn't going to do itself.
with the textbook still in her lap. she grabbed her pencil and set her notebook on the ground on top of her bag. using it as leverage. she finally finished reading and next would be the questions. it wasn't too many. she started writing her first answer down. she just hoped there wasn't a question that wanted you to explain your answer. who was she kidding, there were always questions like that. she had been staring at her book unaware of the guest that had appeared. well, that was until they started to make noise.
her reaction could of been a bit dramatic, but could you blame her? she was completely caught off guard. not only had she flinched, she had absentmindedly scooted away from her things. only when she saw what it was did she stop."what in the world."she muttered to herself as she sighed with relief."please don't eat my homework. i just started it."okay she knew birds were pretty common in parks, but chickens. or more specifically a rooster. were there farms around here? did someone keep it as a pet? so many questions.
It had been ages since Bell last saw a history book. The last time he laid eyes on one had to be before he left to work off his family’s debt. There was a time when he took classes at home, under the watchful eye of his mother. He had a school book back then. It was an old paperback with dog-eared pages. The book that sat in the young woman’s lap was far larger than the one he had as a child, looked better too. Bell wondered what sort of new and interesting things were held within its pages. Perhaps a tale of a new king and queen, or maybe there was a new country that had been discovered in the middle of the vast ocean? There were so many thoughts running through Bell’s head that he had almost forgotten the reason why he was here to begin with. The starry-eyed rooster was curious and eager to learn. It was unfortunate that his reading would be cut short.
It did not take long for the teen to notice his presence and Bell was certainly startled by her reaction. The young woman recoiled and scooted away from him as if he had lunged at her. Her reaction was less than desirable, though Bell really couldn’t blame her for being dramatic about it. He hated to admit it, but he wasn’t exactly a pleasant sight. Seeing his ugly bird mug out of nowhere would have started him too. Bell’s plans to swindle the young woman out of a snack appeared to be sinking further and further from reality. The familiar wondered if her reaction would have been different if he was a cute puppy. Another trill escaped from his beak as he looked her over. His head turned to the side, bobbing up and down, gauging the distance between them. It was quite hard to tell in this form. That was when he noticed her rather unusual eyes. They were smokey grey with flecks of blue. Beautiful. Up until this point Bell assumed this woman was a human, but he’d never seen a human with eyes like that before. He would mull on this before the youngster decided to speak.
When the teen told him not to eat her homework was when Bell lost it. Did she really expect him to eat paper? The mere thought disgusted him. Bell flapped his dark red wings before puffing his chest out. He then gave her a low guttural crow. Do I look like a goat to you!? Bell would try to speak, but his words would come out as an array of angry clucking. The feathers on his neck flared with irritation. If he was in human form he would have given her a piece of his mind. I’m not going to eat your damn homework, Kid!
Oh, well, he’d just have to make the best of a rather awkward situation it seemed. With a scoff, he turned his attention to her bag. Bell wasn’t the type to steal. However, he figured if he did find some food in her backpack he could show her and maybe she would let him have it. Hell, It was worth a shot. The rooster would grab her notebook with his beak and set it gently on the ground. He then hopped on top of her backpack before giving the fabric a swift peck. Now, where is that zipper?
she remained at a safe distance, sitting on her knees as she watched the rooster inspecting her things. it seemed like she had made the mistake of telling it not to eat her homework. as it started making more noise. she simply stared at it, unsure what to do. it's not like she encountered any type of farm animal on the daily.
this was suppose to be a peaceful study session. she had at least managed to read the chapter. the questions would hopefully not take that long to complete. if she managed to get up and gather her things it could probably be saved. after all she was taller than it. still she wasn't sure how to approach the rooster. even if it did ruin her notebook it wouldn't be too hard to restart. let's be honest she barely started to work on the second page. still progress was progress. she sighed with relief as she watched it pick up her notebook. she wasn't sure what it was going to do until she saw it set it down.
still on her knees she started to craw closer to her things. it hadn't attacked her when it startled her, which led her to believe the rooster didn't want anything to do with her. still why was it here? she grabbed her history book and closed it. she wouldn't be getting any work down at that moment. she sat there with book in her arms as she watched the rooster start messing with her bag."what are doing?"she asked it absentmindedly. it's not if it could understand her let alone respond.
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Sharp claws raked across the fabric of the young woman’s backpack, taking tiny bits of stringy fibers with them upon each pass. Bell grew a bit overzealous in his efforts to obtain a snack, stopping briefly to flap his wings and give a loud crow out of sheer excitement. The familiar was sure he would find some delicious goodies inside this girl’s bag. If he were lucky, he would stumble upon some crackers, the ones with the cheese in the middle was the best! Maybe he would find some of those delicious snack cakes with the cream filling too? There were endless possibilities. [break][break] Human thoughts were placed on the back burner for the time being, allowing feral concepts to come in and take hold of Bell’s mind. His inner rooster was at the helm now. From the view of his perch, he watched as the young woman began to collect her things. She seemed cautious and gave Bell space; but, in spite of this, the feathers on his neck fluffed up anyway. He fanned his wings down to the sides of the pack as if claiming it for his own. Bell was certainly being a bit too possessive over something that wasn’t even his. He wouldn’t realize it until much later. [break][break] Finally, Bell found what he's looking for: the zipper. The rooster grasped the metal piece in his beak and started to give it a tug when the woman spoke. He looked up as she asked what he was doing. Did she expect him to answer? Bell would humor the girl by giving her a quick “tuk-tuk.” before lowering his head back down. [break][break] With a few hard tugs he opened the backpack up. He then hopped down onto the grass to get a better look inside. There was really nothing of interest, just a mass of books and paper. Typical stuff you would find in a student’s bag. Unfortunately, for Emily, Bell was a stubborn animal. The familiar would dig deeper, pushing his yellow beak past the endless sea of learning materials. Bell had it set in his mind there was something worth searching for. A buried treasure of delicious snacks was just waiting for him, he could feel it. It was the shifting of a large book that startled Bell. With a jump, he stumbled back and got his right leg caught in the top strap of the bag. [break][break] Bell’s instincts told him to fly, to get off the ground and into a tree. With a frantic flapping of his wings he took off, only to be weighed down by the bag as the strap twisted tighter around his leg. Bell didn't get very far, trailing the backpack behind him and spilling some of its contents onto the ground as he did so. He only managed to drag the bag four feet before landing on the ground again, this time on his side with a loud plop. His feathered from hit the ground and flailed wildly, kicking up dirt and bits of grass. Bell gave a loud shrill lashing out in a futile attempt to get the bag strap off him. Fuck. The word came out of his beak as a loud exasperated clunk as he gave up the fight. He needed to take a breather. Bell lay there on his stomach with wings fanned out beside him and panting with an open beak. He was stuck. Bell could always shift into his human form and take the strap off himself. However, he was far too embarrassed at this point to do such a thing. He would turn to look at the girl once more and offer a few tired clucks. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he would need her assistance.
she sat there textbook still in her lap, watching as the rooster made it's way through her bag pack. it took her a few seconds after to come up with a reason it was searching through her things. it was probably looking for food. it would be sorely disappointed. emily never carried snacks with her. she would eventually forget about them and by the time she remembered they were in her bag at all they were all smashed and unappetizing. it must of seen her inching closer to collect her things. she flinched back as it spread its wings. was it going to attack her? would running make things worse? she couldn't just leave her stuff behind.
how did one go about situations like this? should she stand up to the rooster and take her bag back? yes, she was taller, but at the same time she didn't want to cause it any harm. the way it was going through her bag, it seemed like that it would end up doing more harm than good. the most experience emily had with animals of any type, were cats. why couldn't they be a cat. they were so fluffy and cute. she would more than likely try to take it home.
she could try asking for help, though a quick look around and didn't notice anyone close by."hey, i don't have any food."she shouted towards it, still not moving from her spot. again why was she talking to it? not like it could understand her. she watched in surprise as it start flapping around, dragging her bag with it. that was one thing that she hadn't thought about. it taking her bag away. she never imagined it would happen. then again there were many things that she hadn't expected and look where she was. staring at a rooster flying away with her bag.
she watched as the bag won and the rooster remained still. was it safe to gather her things now? it didn't seem to be moving much."are you done now?"emily said with a sigh as she let go of her book and stood up slowly. clearly it needed help and she cautiously made her way over."as i was saying, i don't have food in there."she looked at the tired rooster before crouching down to set it lose.
I wasn't sure if I should have ended it with him being freed or not but meh. Let me know if you need me to add anything. ^^
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Bell had no one to blame but himself at this point. If he had decided to go home after getting his usual round of breadcrumbs he would be golden; possibly kicking it back and relaxing on the couch or having a nice fly around town. Instead, he was at the park tied up in a student’s backpack strap and looking like an absolute idiot. The familiar’s reckless nature would be his downfall one day. Thankfully, he wasn’t up against a powerful terror that he refused to back down from but, instead, he was in the presence of a fairly pleasant individual who just so happened to have the displeasure of running into him. It would be a lie to say that Bell did not at least feel a bit guilty about ruining her things, and possibly her day. That feeling only intensified as the dark haired student explained that she did not have any food. Pity. [break][break] I guess... Bell replied absentmindedly when the girl asked if he was done. The familiar folded his wings in as she crouched beside him. Just watch the spur, alright? he murmured, looking back and watching as she began to free him from his (well deserved) trap. He could already feel a pang radiate up his leg as she began to untwist the loop from around his foot. It was like Bell to get himself into some kind of trouble, and in this case, cause trouble for others as well. At least this student was nice enough to help him in spite of the mess he caused her. [break][break] Lovely weather we are having, eh? An awkward laugh would join the symphony of rooster noises if it were possible for Bell to produce such a sound in the form he was in. He was a dummy for even attempting to lighten the mood. Surly, she wouldn’t have found his comment endearing at all if she could understand him.
she sighed as she struggled with it for a few seconds."how did you get it so twisted up?"she shook her head at her own question. she knew exactly how, after all she had been sitting there watching it all unfold, but still. the rooster continued with it's noises. it almost sounded as if they were responding to her. just add that to her list of things she didn't think she would end up doing.
once she was done she remained crouched. seeing if the rooster could move. she had been as careful as possible. it had been moving around rather frantically, and despite how many things had fallen out of her bag, she was positive it was still heavy. the bag remained on the ground and she stayed there for a few more seconds before standing up to collect her things. she felt rather bad for not having any sort of food in her bag.
how long had this rooster been out here? was it lost? surely it had to be lost. that's probably why it was so hungry. as she collected her things she wondered if there was a store near by where she could purchase something. what exactly could roosters eat? to say the least her knowledge on chickens and roosters was very minimal, especially when it came to their diets. could they eat bugs? the really question was, was she going to scavenge for bugs? no. that didn't sound like fun at all.
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A pang of guilt plagued Bell’s mind as the student worked diligently to free him from his binds. Amidst the squawking and flapping around that he had done earlier, the familiar managed to make his fabric shackles tighter. Thankfully, for him, the girl was gentle in her efforts. Her fingers worked the loop around his leg with the attentive care that a mother would give to a child. Thank you. He would cluck, as his feathered form remained still. As arduous as this was, he waited patiently for her to finish. Compared to the agony he went through in the past, the annoying twinge in his leg was laughable, really. Even still, Bell was appreciative of his savor’s help. [break][break] One last twist, and he was finally free! Bell clumsily stumbled onto his feet before giving his body a quick shake. His leg was sore, but he could manage. With an energetic flapping of his wings, Bell expelled another loud crow. I owe you one! He stood there for a moment, silently watching as she began to collect her things. [break][break] Looking about his surroundings, Bell hobbled over to a stray pencil that had rolled out of her backpack during his frenzy. After bobbing his head to see just how far it was, he bent down and plucked it from the grass. With the pencil held firmly in his beak, he rushed back over to the young woman. Extending his neck out, he would attempt to hand it to her. It was the least he could do. I’m sorry for being a jackass earlier. Getting Bell to admit to this sort of thing was like pulling teeth. The familiar was never one to apologize. It had to be the fact that he was in his animal form that made this a bit easier, that, and he was still a bit embarrassed about the whole ordeal. Bell really let himself get carried away, and he knew it. While in the body of a rooster, instinct would often triumph over common sense. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.
it took a few minutes, she didn't want to just tear it apart. the rooster was already trapped and possibly injured? she didn't, she just wanted to make sure she didn't cause him any more harm. soon enough he was free. her bag was a little worse for wear, but it would hopefully still carry her things home. maybe she had another one laying around in her closet or something. she could not show up with a tattered bag to school. first of all it would probably give her tons of looks and she really didn't want to give an explanation as to why it was like that in the first place.
she didn't have much to collect as she had already started before she had gone over to help the little guy. she about melted when she saw him trying to help her gather her things up. she stretched her hand out to receive the pencil."thank you."that was just so cute. never thought she'd say that about a rooster, but it was. besides she knew she would eventually be laughing about this whole situation sooner or later.
would she tell anyone this about this little mishap? it sounded rather odd, had she not experienced it herself she probably wouldn't of believed it. perhaps she would just keep this to herself."now i wish i really did have a snack to give you. such a good helper."wasn't that funny calling him a helper, when he had caused this little mess. it was fine, if anything she could thank him for helping her avoid her boring history homework. she put her things in her bag and lifted it up to see if it would hold. so far so good.
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This was the last thing Bell expected he would be doing when he woke up this morning. The familiar was quite ashamed of himself, really. Here he was, a grown adult (and a TRS agent at that) tormenting a lone teen in the park for some free snacks. Deplorable. If TRS found out what happened they would wring his neck. The higher ups would probably grill him over an open fire with savory sides and BBQ sauce. [break][break] Thankfully, for him, the young woman he met on this fine day was a kind soul. Instead of leaving him to remain tangled, or even kicking him for messing up her things, she helped him. Bell would be offering this long-haired lass an ear to ear grin if he were in a more presentable form. [break][break] H-Helper? Her words warmed his heart. You’re too sweet, you know that? Walking behind her, the rooster craned his neck up, keeping a close eye on her backpack. A low trill escaped his beak as he realized the amount of damage he caused to her belongings during his little chicken-fit. His sharp claws left the fabric on her bag frayed and ragged looking. I’ll let you know if anything falls out. He wished she could understand him. Though, changing back and apologizing would be relatively simple, he selfishly refused to do so. As she walked, he would follow close behind. You know what? Guilt tugged at his heart strings.I'll buy you a new one! It’s the least I can do.
even if she wanted to sit down and return to her homework, she had to be honest. she wasn't interested anymore. not that she wasn't going to complete her assignment. no, that would get done. right now she was more interested in the rooster. despite causing this mess, he had gone out of his way to help her.
she hadn't on planned on leaving just yet, though it might of appeared that way. she wanted to test her bag and see if it would hold her things. the walk home would be a bit long and she wanted her things to make it with her. how annoying would it be, walking along without realizing you're things are falling out. leaving a trail like hansel and gretel, not that it would be intentional. the rooster kept making noises her and there. turning to face him she wondered what would become of him. she would eventually have to head home. lest her family start searching for her. she did have her phone with her and it had enough charge left.
though for good measure she should probably text her dad at least that she was on her way home."should we head on home? i don't have snacks with me, but i do at home."he had been following her a few moments ago? would he follow or would he get bored and wander off? she wasn't planning on taking him home, she could only imagine what her father would say."i should probably head home."said muttered to herself, but she remained in her spot."next time i come by, i'll be sure to have snacks for you."she added with a smile.
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Snacks at home? Bell repeated curiously as he tipped his head out the side slightly. Was she really going to take him home with her? Oh no, Bell didn’t quite like that idea. While the prospect of free food was wonderful, his mind told him no. If only she knew she was talking to a grown man then maybe she wouldn’t have been so keen on inviting him over for a bite to eat. The rooster’s feathers fluffed up at the thought of actually entering this girl’s home. Inwardly cringing at the ideal, Bell would reply, thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass. [break][break] What was with that look? The girl would be assaulted by another round of clucks as he gave the backpack another once-over. Yeah, I think your bag will hold out. He assured, with a gentle flapping of his wings. It did not take long for the girl to change her mind. With a gentle smile, the girl would state that she was heading home, and bringing snacks the next time she visited the park. Now that sounded like a better plan. I look forward to it! Bell would let another crow escape his feathered form. The next time we meet it will be under better circumstances, I promise. With that, he would turn around to leave, but stop, almost in mid-step. He wasn’t exactly guilt free by this point. This student was a very sweet girl, she certainly didn’t deserve what he did to her. The next time they ran into each other he would be sure to have some money in tow; hopefully she would accept cash from a lone rooster. It would look odd as hell, but he’d have to work that out when the time came. Without turning around, he would cluck, you take care, alright?
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