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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Francisca chuckled when Bell once more had called her a coward. Just as he was about to hit another of her illusions, she had jumped onto his back, clinging onto him. "Proving I'm not a coward, silly." She answered in return, still not interested in fighting him, clearly comfortable on his back. She was careful with her scythe so that he wouldn't be at risk of being cut with her holding him. His shaking almost knocked her off, encouraging her to make the scythe disappear in thin air so that she could cling to him tighter. She then nuzzled against him before reaching to touch his hair, something she couldn't help but desire for the longest of times. She giggled when he called her sweetheart before rushing forward before proceeding to extend his wings, pushing off the ground so that he'd be in the air. The plan had been to fly with him but before she got the chance, she was yanked from the dream, having been woken up. Daylight would be approaching soon but she wasn't yet done with Bell. Two men stood above her with thoughts, clearly in the gutter. "Which one of you woke me? You know what.... It doesn't fucking matter." She mumbled before pushing them away from her, standing up she withdrew her scythe and attacked them with it.
Screams could be heard in the area as she moved from her location, pleased as soon as she saw the sun finally coming up. I have to make this quick. She thought to herself, knowing that things would have gone back to normal for Bell because she was yanked from his dreams from this interruption. She found a new spot and closed her eyes, thankfully he had yet to wake up from his dream. "Alright, where'd you go?" She asked, finding herself on the ground once more. She used dream manipulation to make it start to rain so that the sun would become blocked by clouds once more.
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“Little lady…” A wicked grin stretched Bell’s features as he continued his ascent. Each wing beat would carry them higher and higher. “You’re about to get a first class ticket to the fuckin’ groun-” Before the man could finish, he felt the weight of his rowdy passenger suddenly disappear. This sudden change was startling to say the least. Her abrupt exit left Bell utterly bewildered. She was there one minute and gone the next. While he was confused at first, Bell soon found himself laughing. Finally! He thought, as a sigh of relief crept past his lips. It was about damn time she buggered off and got out of his hair. The sun was back, warming in the tops of his wings and coaxing an ear to ear smile that lit up his features. [break][break] Little did Bell know, his nightmare was only beginning. Just as quickly as the sun came, it vanished once again. The dreary rain clouds that hung around in the sky before were back, this time bringing with them a nasty deluge. The cold rain pelted his wings and soaked his blonde hair. The sudden shift in weather certainly brought back that scowl of his. This rain was bogging him down more than normal; he would have to land soon. Just as he was trying to find a spot, he saw her. Fran was back. [break][break] A dangerous idea crept into Bell’s mind. Dive-bombing this female wouldn’t be a problem at all; his position in the sky was perfect. If he missed he wouldn’t hurt himself, right? He was dreaming after all. Bell would circle above her once, before folding his wings in and dropping. In a flash, closed in on his target. Rain water rolled off his crimson wings as he splayed his feathers. Puffing his wings out, he kicked his legs forward, aiming to jab Fran in the back with the spurs on his ankles. Bell would descend on her like an eagle, with talons poised and ready. [break][break] The familiar wanted to end this right here-right now.
Francisca had made it start to rain, knowing if he was in the air, he'd be forced to land sooner or later. It was a last minute decision as she suddenly turned to see Bell coming down at her with his spurs out. She titled to the side, dodging the one as the other scratched her arm, leaving a long cut. "There you are...." She answered with another giggle. That hurt like hell. She thought to herself, manifesting her scythe once more. "If you're going to be that way, you leave me with no other choice." She defended herself, forcing it to hail as to encourage him to be forced on the ground. "So, let me get this straight. You honestly believe you can beat me?" She asked, arm was bleeding but she ignored it as she held her weapon at the ready. "Do you also believe that you won't get seriously hurt, should I cut you with this?" She asked, curious by his answer to her question. "I suppose there is only one way to find out." She advanced towards him, but again attempted to hit him with the butt of her hilt instead of cutting him with the sharp blade.
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That all too familiar feeling of his spurs ripping through flesh brought a smile to his face. Bell didn’t hit his mark square on, but he would take what he could get. To his amusement, he managed to do more than just nick her with the tip of his spur this time. Flying past her, Bell would touch down, his wet boots sliding against the waterlogged grass as he did so. In one swift motion he spun around, flaring his wings out once more when he attempted to perform a running start to take off again. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t get off the ground as clusters of hail descended from the heavens. He winced, feeling them strike his wings one after another. He slid to a stop and folded his wings in. Bell would remain grounded for now. [break][break] The familiar watched as the scythe reappeared into Fran's hands. Great, just what I needed. Despite her weapon manifesting, Bell would scoff at her question. “You can’t hurt me, little lady. I’d like to see you try.” When she rushed him, he was ready. Dropping to a crouch, there was a glint in his eyes. A shimmering wall of red light appeared before Bell as Fran struck with her weapon. The end of the scythe hit the wall with a loud smack. Upon striking the shield, a large crack formed, worming its way to the top of the seven foot tall wall. [break][break] “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice- well, you ain’t gonna fool me twice.” Bell would stand, looking down at her with a cheeky grin from his side of the shield. His golden eyes peeking out from behind the blonde rain-soaked mop that clung to his face. “I betcha wasn’t expecting that, huh?” The familiar retracted the spurs on his wrists and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Two more hits and this thing is done for. he thought, forcing himself to keep up his pretentious smile. He didn’t want to let on that his familiar powers weren’t exactly up to snuff. The shield was merely erected to buy time while Bell thought of what to do next. One could assume there was something up by the large crack that had formed when Fran struck it with the blunt end of her weapon. Bell would ignore this flaw and play it off as if it wasn't an issue. “You might want to use the pointy end next time, Francisca.” He teased as he glanced down at her arm. It was then that he began to realize just how bad her wound was. She could hide her pain well, he’d give her that. “How do you like my spurs, sweetheart? There will be more where that came from if you don’t fuck off-” [break][break] Suddenly, a pained look too over Bell’s arrogant expression as his arm began to throb. Did she manage to hit him after all? Bell gritted his teeth and gripped his arm, only to find that there was nothing there. He could have sworn he’d been cut with a knife. What the hell going on? Perhaps this was all just a part of his dream, or maybe something more?
Francisca couldn't help but gain a smug grin when Bell told her that she wouldn't be able to hurt him. Oh if only he knew I could if I desired it as so. She thought to herself as she remained in her spot, before suddenly rushing forward to smack him with the butt of her scythe only for it to hit the sudden shield that had formed between them. "You think this will protect you?" She asked, still having a smug grin on her face before allowing it to fall. "I'll do what I want, when I want to do it!" She shouted, before once more gaining a smug grin. "Just peachy." She answered him in return as she evoked fear inducement, attempting to increase the level of fear in front of him. It was around this time that Bell had gained a pained expression on his face, gripping his arm had confused her but it wouldn't stop her from smacking at his shied with the blade of her scythe this time around. I wonder how many hits I'll have to do, for this thing to shatter.... That alone will be enough for me, I won't have to go any further with him. She thought to herself, withdrawing her scythe to hit at the shield once more.
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It started with a tingling sensation at his fingertips that began to work its way around his body. Unfortunately, for Bell, fear would take the shape of someone familiar to him. It wasn’t until he glanced back up that he saw a horrifying sight. Standing before him, on the other side of the shield, was his old master. The man’s heart began to race. His body trembled as his golden eyes widened in fear. Trish was there, clear as day, wielding a scythe. As if on cue, Bell tried making himself as small as possible. Folding his wings in the best he could, the familiar dropped to his knees. Bell curled up with his head to the wet ground. He knew this was the only thing he could do, grovel and beg for forgiveness. The familiar’s breathing became harsh and labored as he spoke. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He would repeat the words as if they were a mantra. [break][break] Fran’s second strike was right on the mark. The shimmering red shield shattered into tiny glass-like pieces that fell around Bell’s trembling form. He did not bother looking up. His body grew tense, preparing for the blow that would inevitably come. The familiar didn’t quite understand what was going on. Hell, he very well thought his old master was standing before him. It was because of him that she broke their contract; it was his fault that she died. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry...“ The familiar would continue, though his voice had now fallen to a whisper.
Francisca had noticed the sudden change come over Bell as soon as she evoked fear inducement, attempting to increase the level of fear in front of him. She wasn't expecting the sight in front of her as she hit the shield with her scythe until it shattered too pieces. She made her scythe disappear as she stood staring at him, curious at what he was seeing. Turns out her fear inducement had made her appear like his old master and it wasn't until now that she had noticed the sudden change in her appearance. This won't do. She thought to herself with a sigh before speaking. "Rise." She'd order, pleased to see her voice was still hers instead of that of the person he was seeing. She then invoked her fear inducement so that it would soon disappear. The feeling of fear coming to her, nourishing her in the process. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again, whom ever you saw. I am not them." She answered before disappearing from his dream, soon opening her eyes to see the sun was already up. She giggled as she slowly stood up from her spot before fleeing from the area as to avoid becoming too burned in the process, amused that she had made him stay in bed late.
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“Rise.” [break][break] The voice was sharp and authoritative, but not necessarily the one Bell was expecting. He glanced up just in time to see the image of his old master fading away. Unbeknownst to him, he was being fed upon by the very woman who appeared in her place. Francisca was full of surprises it seemed. Bell had yet to move from his compromising position on the ground. His body remained tense, yet motionless. Honestly, he was still too afraid to make any sudden moves. The lingering anticipation of being beaten was still fresh in his mind. Bell would stay quiet as she spoke. It was a rare sight to see him in such a state. Usually, the familiar would scoff at the idea of showing even an inch of cowardice, no matter how intimidating his opponent was. Fran, however, was a brand-new predator. [break][break] "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again, whomever you saw. I am not them." [break][break] Was this all some sort of joke to her? Bell couldn’t believe what was happening. “Francisca!” He growled as he found the courage to push himself to his feet. “DAMN YOU!!” Just as Bell extended a hand to grab her, the young woman vanished from view. Earlier, Bell would have loved the idea of her leaving him alone, but now the rooster wanted Francisca to come back, he wasn’t quite done with her yet. To keep his frustrations at bay, Bell had to keep telling himself that it was only a dream. [break][break] This whole ordeal left a bad taste in his mouth. [break][break] Just as Bell took a step forward, the world around him began to shift and change. The rolling hills of grass began to fall around him, and the cloudy sky above his head broke away into nothingness. Next thing he knew, he awoke on the couch in his apartment. A loud groan crept from his lips, and his head throbbed as if someone had taken a hammer to it. It wasn’t until he heard a car misfiring that he realized what time it was. To his horror, the rays of the morning sun shone brightly through the balcony window. “W-What the fuck!?” [break][break] The sun was already up, and he had yet to crow.
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