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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Yours Truely,
The Staff
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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.
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Brilliant azure skies stretched across Lorsette with only a few whisps of white clouds. Sunlight filtered through the buildings, manifesting a perfect balance of warmth and cold. A perfect mixture for a day of hunting eggs across the Lorsette to win an over-sized chocolate bunny. It would be an enjoyable event for children and citizens searching for something to do for the afternoon. Alas, as expected of any event, TRS members were given the task of presiding over the event, carefully watching for any suspicious activity. It was their task because of the Assembly of Phantoms' malicious choices.
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As a result, Gwen La'Varrie was accomplishing her duties are a TRS huntress. At the beginning of the day, the black-haired woman believed it would be filled with quiet guard duty; not that she could complain considering people would be safe. Thus, throughout the organization of the event, the wraith moved around the northern district, eyes accomplishing some quick reconnaissance. There were scouts in the area, but a proper warrior at least verified her surroundings to assure familiarity. It was a preparation tactic in case things went awry.
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Long strides were taken as Gwen ventured in her customized uniform, the pants being traded for a short skirt, a pair of short shorts tucked beneath. The long-haired huntress wore her traditional TRS jacket with the red stripes that signified her position as an elite hunter. Among the unique features of her attire was the specialized, red gauntlets around her wrist. Specially crafted by strong metals and granted a charm that strengthened them further. The pieces were her final resort should she need to defend herself in a close-quarters situation; the long blade of her sabre could only accomplish so much.
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Quietly, she roamed the immediate vicinity, assuring everything was safe before turning around and heading towards the organization area. The event had not quite arrived as members organized themselves, however, people were gradually venturing out in search of their treasure. Meanwhile, some lingered, creating teams before scurrying down the sidewalks and away from the main table. The wraith observed them through her red contact lenses. There were smiles on the faces of most attendants as they excitedly searched for the wonderful prizes that awaited them for collecting eggs.
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The event appeared to have a favourable turnout, obvious by the amount of exiting the general area. The huntress' pause concluded as she continued towards the front tables where easter baskets laid ready for use. Idly, her scabbard clacked against her side, her trusted cavalry sabre, Aderes. The sword's golden handguard jutted out from the end of Gwen's scabbard in preparation to be drawn and used to slay her enemies. Unfortunately for the sword, the black-haired woman was hopeful she would not be required to use it.
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Anywhere attacked by the Assembly would become the victim of death and destruction... The wraith's eyes fixated on the remaining baskets as she approached. It was a measly pile of multicoloured baskets, a majority already being handed out to the contestants. For a moment, Gwen's eyes drifted out at the few remaining people, quietly watching the situation laid beyond her. A tiny smile flashed on the TRS huntress's face. Everything appeared to be running smoothly, thus she merely needed to wait until she was required, but hopefully, any issues would involve a low-class pipsqueak causing some minor altercations.
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Radio static-filled Gwen's ears, smile fading as her hand reached down for the device, bringing it closer. The woman's eyes narrowed as her body tensed with worry. Quietly, the wraith resigned herself to a quieter location to listen to the report, although, some agents may have failed in those regards.
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"Attention all units! Attention all units! All hunters and scouts in their designated areas must be on the search for a black egg planted with the ones for the event! We will be sending back up shortly. According to the information we received that inside these eggs is a swarmer type darkness."
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Upon the word swarmer, Gwen's heart sank as her eyes widened at the communication device. THOSE MALICIOUS DASTARDS! There would be no resting for TRS officials, especially with a high-level terror being stowed away in black eggs...
[attr=class,notes] @asami & @rowan [break] LET'S DO THIS! Also, I hope this works! I wanted to leave it open like this so Gwen does not just run off unless it fits for you two. >.> One more person is free to join!
Her hands worked around the marquee leg, raising it with a snap– her tool straining, grating, pulling the pole leg into place. And just as fast, the bright-eyed girl hauled a wrench already a third of her height back underneath the booth table. Clapping grease off her hands and giving a stilted bow, "Hey; sorry about that. How are you?"
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A holiday-morning swelled with the mutual excitement of strangers; bled together, the crowd of people split their attention disproportionately between starting and hunting, whisking past with their baskets, carrying their conversations and thrill of competition away on the spring breeze. But if they needed her, she was here: Asami, dressed in her Easter finest: a T-shirt with the cursory logo and proud "First Annual" printed, only available in a medium so it obfuscated her biker short bottoms.
She sat cross-legged at the main booth. The latest, elderly patron tottered off with a map of the northern district and a smile. Asami watched the woman leave, maintaining her own – just watched her... her eyes slowly glazing over...
She leaned back in her seat. She stared up at the blank marquee ceiling. She trailed the abandoned seat beside her with her things dumped over it; she gagged at the thought of homework. She watched her iced green matcha drip condensation onto the tablecloth. And when she finally spoiled herself by checking the home screen of her phone, it was still forty minutes to the hour. The first hour. Cheers to many, many, many, more.
Asami gazed desperately over the pavilion where it seemed most of the people left were standing as far away from her as possible. That included other staff– they weren't present at all. There was a vacancy regarding the more dispensable-type of Town Hall wage-earners. The booth across from hers brimmed with spare baskets as if to make do. Before Asami saw the girl, she thought with abhorrence she was the only one working this end of the event. But an open-carrying, six-foot-approximate adolescent appearing out the slow-trickle of civvies was fast to fixate on.
The jacket wasn't a comfort to see necessarily. In fact, this was the first TRS officer Asami had noticed all morning.
And just as soon, the officer's bearing changed; she dropped her attention down, then disappeared – Asami strained after her – within a cluster of bickering school girls and inattentive teenagers.
She found herself straightened up and leaned over the table when the static started. Asami thought she had already gone insane and was imagining it before rationale overpowered instinct. The secretary returned to the part of her post sloughed over with her coat and bag and books and speaker. She recovered the blocky transciever model, primordial thing, and answered, "T-22. Saki. Over. Ksst."
"–I'm serious, Sa- Asami. I need you to stay where you are– we're getting a bit of panic from the TRS end of the line. I don't know if it's just your side, or it's everywhere, but I wouldn't hand out anymore baskets."
"What? Wait, was that my first name I just heard? Oo~oh, what happened to professional basis?"
"Saki! A-Asami! Don't die!" And they hung up.
What the hell did I just miss?
Before she could explicate, before she could even regret loosing the first, patronizing note to leave her mouth, Asami was wrestling in the dark, the logical part of her mind started sorting through the implications; the reckless part of her started acting. The girl freeing, tying away a section of hair with a ribbon handed precariously out the corner of her mouth. Her hands busy, a clipboard pressed between her torso and elbow. She stepped out from under the marquee, moving to the second ponytail, wondering how to denote she was "out for business" in her wake, mulling over the means of tracking that TRS agent or others without a trail.
The old marquee stand shuddered. With the rusty wail, the leg collapsed onto itself again, snatching Asami's attention away. She groaned, went for the wrench.
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a yawn escaped his lips as he rubbed his eyes. why did he agree to this? well honestly if he just wanted to leave the house he could of just left. gone on to do something a bit more exciting. yet here he was slowly making his way over to the event. he had forgotten about it and the texts he received from his friends were all asking where he was at. luckily he had been awake and dressed when he received those messages.
he left the house without a word and on his way to the event he texted back that he was on his way. surely since they were already there they probably had gotten a head start. it was fine, after all rowan just wanted to leave the house. if he found some good stuff then it would just be an added bonus. he really wasn't the competitive type. if there was something he wanted, he would just buy it. no need to enter into silly contest. yet here he was. there wasn't a time limit on this event was there? he knew it would have to close eventually, but it was still pretty early for it to be closed down right? he glanced around till he find what he assumed was the starting point. he could tell because there were baskets on the table.
well he couldn't say he didn't try. if they told him it was closed he would just head somewhere else. no sense in wasting the day by heading back home early. one side of the canopy seemed to close on itself. maybe he was too late to get a basket. once he neared the table he cleared his throat before asking."may i get a basket it or are the sign ups done?"he'd be late to things before, but he didn't think he would be that late for this. [break]
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Things were going to turn disastrous quickly with the Assembly's involvement. There was a manical nature to their cruel plans and Gwen believed this abomination won the grand prize. Swarmer eggs! Out of all the twisted creations, Zeredah had to discover a method to stuff those multiplying freaks into an egg. The TRS huntress would be lying if she said she was not tense about the circumstances. The wraith's teeth clenched as she glared at her communication device, displeased by the recent news she received.
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Scattered throughout Lorsette were large eggs filled with swarmers, the darkness that implemented a multiply ability to outnumber their opponent. An exasperated sigh left her lips at the sheer thought of being surrounded with no escape. Everybody was in danger... Was there even a method to send a message to those already hunting down eggs rather than tracking them down?! Furthermore, the burning issue manifesting mega-inferno inside Gwen's mind... What in the name of Thanatos was she supposed to do upon discovering these eggs?!
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Pick a god and pray as her pale hands wrap around the shell?! The radio was brought to Gwen's lips, placed a few centimetres away as her thumb pressed the button down.
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"What are we supposed to do if we find these eggs?" Gwen asked with notes of irritation in her voice.
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There were several seconds of silence from the radio. A frown formed on the black-haired woman's face as she waited for an answer. Eventually, static erupted as somebody prepared to answer her.
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"Leave it and call for back-up," the voice commanded.
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"Understood," she responded professionally.
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The moment her thumb left the button, Gwen unintentionally growled at the ridiculous set of circumstances. How was she supposed to stop a giant group of egg hunters from going near those eggs?! Either way, the dark-haired woman needed to go about the required actions to limit the damage. It would start by talking to the individual doing sign up and asking if there was a method to call everybody back. Strategy in mind, Gwen left the privacy of the alleyway, entering the area they labelled as their "basket hand out plaza".
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The wraith's red eyes locked on the booth, her long strides carrying her quickly. The canopy had closed unintentionally and it appeared a white-haired young woman was attempting to fix it. There was a wrench in her hand as the stranger worked towards re-opening the marquee. As she approached, she heard a young man inquire about baskets, but unfortunately, sign-ups would be cancelled. The huntress's eyes locked onto the young boy as she shook her head.
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"Sorry kid, sign-ups are closed and I need you to stay here," Gwen informed the child.
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The dark-haired woman's eyes shifted towards the white-haired woman who had originally been operating the booth. She hoped there would be a method to bring everybody back to this location.
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"Excuse me. Is there any way to get all the egg hunters back here?" Gwen asked the woman.
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There was a serious tone captured in the TRS huntress's voice, her eyes stern and hard. The situation was critical and the woman needed to establish safety for the egg hunters. It was the crucial first step before requesting backup and skimming the area for those malicious black eggs.
Asami heeded a hint of sulfur before the kid towering behind her could hit her with the "a-Hem," clearing his throat.
She had been closed for less than a minute.
Albeit Asami's body language read "closed-shop," her back facing the patron; within a third of the booth unexposed as she held its curtain in place, she crouched by the problem-leg to hold that in place. But at least she dropped the wrench from between her teeth so, when reasserting her customer service look and turning around, she didn't look entirely feral.
The agent appeared from nowhere and around her senses, cutting off those well-rehearsed condolences, leaving Asami to bristle and look on with a heavily forced grin. A woman maintaining enigma with the aesthetic of elite status, from the stripes of her jacket, up closer, and yet, as expected, bee-lining to the college kid making minimum wage for a solution to an emergency. She wasn't expecting better; Asami was more disappointed in herself for not having a comeback. So she just shrugged.
Disregarding the jacket, the young woman fit well into the dwindling numbers around the hand-out area. Of course, that jacket played into why they were paying attention– to Asami, and to all of this. She was beginning to feel the gravity of the situation, or the impending headache from discerning all these different people.
Pretending to know the details, she snarked to the kid, "Think things are a little serious right now." Then retreated back to the half-open marquee.
The wrench still dangled at her side, but now a clipboard was in Asami's other hand. She didn't offer an explanation to the officer, but this would be everyone who signed into the event: first, last, and emergency contact. City Hall wasn't that stupid (she begrudged.) Alone – presuming no one would want to help her – Asami grabbed her phone and braced herself, not even wanting to process how many people were in attendance.
In the meantime, her phone dialing, her mini-secretary-self spoke aloud with vague address towards the TRS agent: "Is this important enough to tell people what's going on?" Silently, mockingly, noting, Probably not.
"Hello, this is Asami Saki from City Hall. We're afraid to inform the egg hunt has been postponed for the time-being. There's been an emergency. We'd like you to come back to the plaza. Yes. It's for the time-being, ma'am.
"...what, your kid–? Hey, you love your kid? I'd come back. Yeah. Spread the word."
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rowan rolled his eyes at being called kid. he hadn't been that late, at least he didn't think so. letting a sigh escape his lips. he should of just stayed home and not wasted his time coming here. what if he just took a basket it and ran? how much trouble would that cause them? though the plan seemed amusing to him, it would be a lot of work. plus they were so close together he was sure he wouldn't make it that far. honestly it was too much effort and he really wasn't all that sad he couldn't participate in the hunt."can't i just leave? why keep me here if i can't go egg hunting?"rowan asked with a frown.
wouldn't they want him to leave instead of standing around being bored out of his mind? he had no idea what was going on or why they had decided to close up shop. he moved out of the way and pulled out his phone. he was not going to waste his time standing here. he started to text the group of friends that were already out there somewhere. explaining he was here and that the sign ups were closed. hopefully one of them would remember to check their phones.
while he did this he heard the two ladies talking. hearing as one of them began saying there was an emergency and whatever else."so what's going on?"the more he thought about it the more he wondered if he did take off running where would he go? would he go in search of his friends? he didn't seen them anywhere near here and they were not exactly quick to answer his text massages. [break]
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Throughout her interaction with the child and white-haired woman running the plaza of the northern sector, her eyes wandered. Carefully, the red hues glanced over their surrounding, a subtle narrowing of her eyes as she scrutinized the scene. Somewhere amidst waving trees, crooks of buildings and hanging baskets were those malicious eggs... Everybody would be returning to the main plaza and she needed to assure the safety of this location. The black eggs were reported and as one of the hunters charged with caring for the Northern sector.
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A soft huff of inaudible displeasure narrowly escaped the closed lips, blowing them open slightly. There was a stressful situation weighed upon her slender shoulders, however, the wraith planned on standing strong. After the crimes she committed all those years ago, she devoted herself to the art of the sword and praised herself in becoming a capable warrior. She wondered if Izabella was proud of the things she began doing, alas, those concerns, unfortunately, needed shoving aside. She needed to survive the situation, else, she would risk injury with a false move.
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She listened to the young boy's inquiries in regards to why he was required to stay. The dark-haired woman's gaze locked on the young man. It seemed the light-haired man decided to complain about the situation despite the impression Gwen's uniform would provide. The red accents of her garb were nothing to gawk at! Her expression was stern, as though the teen was her son and she was preparing to lecture him.
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"Listen, young one. You 'ought to stay here if you care about your safety, understood?" Gwen told the young boy, hands sitting on her hips. "And don't you touch any eggs, understood?!"
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The final piece was added hastily and with an imposing seriousness. Afterwards, the wraith's stern gaze returned to the white-haired woman, arms dropping to her sides. Honestly, young people should be more considerate of their safety rather than ask these foolish questions! Was it not clear there were more pressing matters?! She listened to the woman's inquiry about the situation, however, the last thing Gwen wished to accomplish was spread mass hysteria.
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"Just tell them not to touch any eggs on the way here," Gwen said, lending a little bit of information.
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Only shortly afterwards did the teen's curiosity pique as he asked about the emergency. Thus, once again, Gwen's attention returned to the mysterious boy who arrived late.
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"Just some safety concerns at the moment. The Assembly doesn't stop for holidays, unfortunately, but I assure you, everything will be alright. TRS is handling it as we speak."
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With her location, Gwen realized among her responsibilities was assuring nobody would start a massive panic. The last thing she needed was chaos manifesting and one of those villainous black eggs being activated on accident.
With her phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder, Asami regarded her little audience as she bounced the clipboard on her legs, herself drawn up in a sitting position on the booth table. She peeped beyond the curtain. The agent gazed beyond, impatient, before turning on the teen. Even the demon exuded restlessness and was huffy about it. Probably here with his parents or something. On whether he could up and leave, Asami reckoned it was the Response Squad's call, and assuming they would lean inconvenience by keeping egg-hunters here for surveillance, she didn't speak for them. She summoned the furthest extent of levity she could to make a face at the kid, tied it to the TRS agent while she was distracted, then returned to business.
"Yes, hello. No, I can hear you. Yes, you should come back. No, you can keep the basket, I guess..."
She watched the agent out the corner of her eye. Instantly, from the tone of her lecture, Asami's mind went "maternal." She knew her gut was right: the woman's appearance belied her age. Of course, immortality was accessible, though follow-through was rare, and Asami couldn't feel envy for her, not out of melancholy but out of a practicality; things were boring enough now.
Asami could let her mind wander more, but her attention was redirected to the other end of the line, her expression hardening as she considered.
"Uh, no, I would just leave everything where it is. Don't worry about putting the eggs back, no. City Hall will take care of it."
As "fuck-the-police" as she longed to be, Asami adhered. She was a good girl: she showed up to her listless shift; she did her homework; she looked out for the populous in times of sudden peril.
"It's terrors, isn't it?" She said it mostly to herself, bemoaned it. The agent would confirm it. Asami groaned, leaning back with a free hand pressed against her forehead, the other holding her phone. The voice on the other end had thanked her, flustered, hung up. Asami looked at the long, long list of names beyond theirs, a veritable phone-book on its own, or like a Dead Sea Scroll portending her doom.
Perhaps the agent was "lucky," after all. It had to be a tough decision, but at least she wouldn't die of old age while Asami toiled away.
She assumed Demon-Kid would be bitter. She assumed, too, no one would rescue her. While dialing the next number, Asami fearlessly belly-flopped into small-talk with the person closest. She straightened up and asked the agent, "Are you the only TRS person on-duty?" A stupid question, but something, anything.
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he really was sounding like a whiny kid wasn't he. well, whatever. he couldn't understand why he couldn't just go. if it was so dangerous here why make him stay here. he crossed his arms as the trs agent began to scold him."young one?"he muttered softly before he turned away as she continued. really? was this really happening right now. he was being lectured by someone that looked like they could be around his age. he rolled his eyes."fine."was he suppose to be intimidated by the fact that she was trs? he really hoped this had nothing to do with the ap. he was told not to touch the eggs and he kept his mouth shut for once. though he did want to mention the fact that that wouldn't be possible since she instructed him to stay here.
though no sooner had he thought that, had she mentioned it possibly being an attack of some sort. the other lady said terrors and before long the trs girl was confirming it. if he didn't have a reason to leave before he did now. while he personally wasn't involved with the ap, his father was. he could care less which side won. as soon as he would find an opening he would be heading out.
clearly they both had a lot on their plates, they did not need to babysit him. he peeked at asami, while she made her phone calls. he had texted his friends about what was going on, but they hadn't responded."do you want help?"he figured might as well do something if he had to stay here. not that he was jumping to help her. [break]
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Only a pair of citizens stood in the plaza, yet, one displayed traits of being troublesome. A teenager, almost as though trying to cement the stereotype of teens being problematic, registered complaints. The young man, in Gwen's opinion, hated when authority provided a list of commands, even when it related to safety concerns. Either way, the dark-haired woman was concerned he would prove rather vexing and result in a slew of unwelcomed issues. As it currently stood, the wraith was alone in protecting these people.
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Meanwhile, the other TRS hunters were probably searching for the eggs and eradicating the swarmers bursting from the blackened shells. It explained her position and lack of reinforcements standing beside her. By theory, the plaza was safest and those atrocious eggs limited. Unfortunately, should misfortunes fall upon them, a rigorous battle would be ahead of the long-haired huntress. Behind her, the background noise of the white-haired woman summoning back the various egg hunters. Begrudgingly, the young boy agreed to cooperate with the efforts being put forth to keep him safe.
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The wraith gave a subtle eye roll before focusing on accomplishing another glance over the area. She would be required to do a thorough search of the area to assure the Assembly did not maliciously place a black egg closer than expected. The white-haired woman spoke, prompting Gwen to glance over her shoulder. The dark-haired woman shook her head.
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"They are solving the problem at the moment, so right now I was best doing crowd control," Gwen explained to the young woman.
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While she was not handed the job of 'crowd control' Gwen took the responsibility to assure the citizens would be safe while the problem was being solved. Once everybody arrived at the plaza, she would notify her fellow hunters and stay put until further notice. Somebody needed to assure the Assembly would not harm the approaching citizens and as the huntress in the area. It was her volunteered responsibility.
The narc might have answered. Asami latched onto the kid's disinterested act of charity with a snap of her fingers: "Hey, there's a thought."[break][break]
She kicked off the table, snaking past the other and towards him during her explanation. "This list – right here – is everyone who's attending the event: first name, last name, emergency contact number. This number is what you call to convince them to come back to main."[break][break]
Asami paused, then, recognizing this might be too good to be true. She gazed up from the board: "You sure you want to help?" Though if she showed doubt, he'd mirror it; she creased her brow authoritatively. "What's your name, kid?" He hadn't so much as cringed at Cop-Lady's patronizing. Spineless, or knew when to drive a point?[break][break]
Heels dug into certain interest, she smiled lazily at the teen – might've slapped him on the back at several, several more inches. "Buck up! These are stressful times. Let's work fast so nobody gets killed."[break][break]
"I'll take the first couple pages, you take the last couple. You got your phone on you, right?" (She couldn't see it.) "If we split the work, it'll go by faster. Obviously."[break][break]
At this point, Asami cast her work-mode expression towards the officer's general direction. Her voice lifting like a song for "no one in-particular": "You kno~ow, there's another board at the opposite station with a couple more numbers from when What's-Her-Name was working. 'course, she had to leave early." She turned away, adding, "And she's my superior too. But, whatever. Just goes to show, y'know."[break][break]
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[attr="class","torchic-notes"] T-minus 1-2 posts until the guy brings the mfing basket back... or another conflict trigger. W/e you all want. Sorry for the wait!
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why did he agree to this? of course things never go as planned, but it was often he'd step out of the house and get stuck in an attack. the more he glanced this way and that, he didn't see what the big idea was. no one was running or screaming. it was calm. were these people just freaking out over nothing? whatever the case he didn't have all the information. she just told him not to touch any eggs. were they poisoned? or was it something else? all he knew was that he had to stay put. he was willing to bet if he took off that girl would probably chase him down. as funny as that might be, he wasn't going to try it.
since he was stuck here, he might as well do something to pass the time. he stared at the list the other girl was explaining. it didn't seem too difficult. would he really have to call? or could he just send a text? calling seemed like it would be faster. even if he did just copy and paste the same message. he shrugged at her."not, really. it's something to do since i'm stuck here. i don't really mind, helping that is."he told her honestly. he wanted to tell her to check the list for his name, but he never had the chance to sign up."rowan."he simply told her.
he raised his eyebrows in confusion. maybe until something actually happened would he take this whole thing seriously. why did it always seem like others knew more then they lead you to believe."right."he told her as he accepted the pages. when she asked about his phone, he waved it as proof that he did indeed have it with him. who ever left home without their phone?
he moved away from her once he had the list in his hands. glancing through the pages before sitting on the grass. his finger landed on the first name, sliding over to their number. he dialed it and it began to ring. his comment would be short and sweet. come back to the main area and don't touch any eggs. [break]
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According to the appearances of the list, there were plenty of people to be called back. Undoubtedly, the remainder of Gwen's unit was up for the task of defending citizens and assuring they would be safe. TRS unit 2, impart known as the "militia unit" because of the rough and tough training exerted by the higher ups. Lieutanent Sonya proved several times to not appreciate slackers or weaklings, thus the unit was drilled hard. Although, singlehandedly taking down swarmers was beyond the training expected, Gwen stood tall and oozed confidence with hopes of not overstepping to arrogance.
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Fortunately, she would be spared of displaying the negative outcomes of a hunter working against a multiplying enemy. Rather, she observed as phone work was split between the two other individuals in her company; the pair of citizens. The wraith's eyes split away from them but proceeded to listen as she accomplished another glance over of their surroundings. She wanted to accomplish a quick patrol of the immediate area to assure safety would be absolute. Sparing every one from peril was the paramount objective in the huntress' occupation.
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As she finished her path-mapping once over, she listened to the words being exchanged. The young boy was named Rowan and had taken a portion of the list to assist in number dialling. The dark-haired huntress turned back to announce her mini-patrol, the secretary already suggested a different task. The wraith glanced over her shoulder at the adjacent station mentioned by Asami and gave a small nod.
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"I'm going to look around a bit first and make sure we have none of those eggs I mentioned here," Gwen informed her professionally. "I'll be quick. I would rather call for back up before any unexpected trouble comes our way."
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With those words, the wraith departed at a speed faster than an average individual. Air gusted around her, emphasizing the enhancement of her speed. She was effectively a blurr sprinting around the plaza, assessing locations where eggs could have been slipped.
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