Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Zephyr was..not pleased at the moment. Despite repeated pleas, and attempts at negotiation, the judges for the upcoming BladeMasters tourney had refused to let him play, as his intuitive controllers gave him too much of an edge, what with the whole .0000001 second response time they gave him. He was displeased, as while he made plenty of money as the Weapon of choice for several Elite Hunters, all the money in the world could not get him the Stellar Gaming PC that was the top prize for the the tourney.
The only way he could anything remotely that beefy was to build everything himself, and he had already been told he was no longer allowed to build computers...not after the one had somehow reprogrammed itself and started asking for lewds on the TRS email server...
Not his fault the AI had gotten access to Snapchat...
So there he was, brooding in the TRS main lounge, not because he wanted to be there, but because he had been kicked out of his workshop while it was cleaned...not his idea of a good time...they had also confiscated his weapons and his phone, so he wouldnt try to do anything stupid, lik the Tourney Committee's computers and plant something.
Displeased was currently an understatement for how Dexter was feeling when his grandparents summoned him out of his room, insisted that he got dressed and then proceeded to drag him away from his game consoles (even doing the length to confiscate any handheld devices). This left the redhead following his grandparents around the Terror Response Syndicate base while they went about assisting his uncle by enlisting help from the organization. There was a minor problem involving terrors attempting to break into his uncle's office or into the company building itself, thus it meant enlisting some hunters for help. A bored look crossed Dexter's face as his grandparents kept dragging him along with the insistence he could not sit around his room all day and game.
It was shameful considering the redhead was going to accomplish some charity work for a friend by winning the tournament in their honor, but now that was impossible. They were also discontent with the fact that the introvert suddenly messaged them stating he could not participate. While Dexter walked through the halls, feeling cozy in his jacket and simple jeans, he could not resist the irking to steal his phone back from his grandparents; alas they were cautious around the former thief. Ultimately, it left the young man bored beyond relief as his grandparents continued starting idle conversations with friends or consulting their business. Inevitably, it resulted in Dexter slipping away from his grandparents and exploring the place by himself; they did not need him for such trivial matters. His yellow eyes began looking around the walls and tiled floors with wonder if there was anything different about the establish; and partially about how angry his grandparents would be with him.
Eventually, Dexter's eyes noticed a room that was referred to as the main lounge. He was not completely certain if he was allowed inside, but at least he could sit around for a couple of hours. With that in mind, Dexter entered the room slowly to find a black haired man inside. The man seemed to be an equal in the negative motions sparked by not being able to participate in the game. A long breath escaped Dexter's lips, he was really not in the mood for social interaction, but it would be an improvement from sitting in silence until his grandparents found him.
"What's got you pulling a frown?" Dexter inquired.
Honestly, it was the only question the introvert could think of to possible initiate a conversation with the stranger. Dexter had never been one to enjoy conversing with people he did not know which meant the beginnings of talking were bound to be awkward. The redhead was praying that the man was not brooding over some significant loss since should that be revealed, that would be the moment Dexter left the room to avoid being pathetically emotional.
- - because it's difficult to find people who understand.
Zephyr glanced up at the youth who came in...well he was probably Zeph's age...to be honest...The question however dragged a long sigh out of the shifter.
"I shooting to be in a tourney for a videogame. Participants had donations made to charities in their name, the further you got, the more was donated. But really i was after the grandprize, that computer would have been perfect. but the judges decided that my new controller, which is intuitive, was 'too powerful' for use in modern gaming, and would give me an unfair advantage."
He made a fist and released it several times.
"Basically its a console gaming controller, modified to be programmed so you can use it for PC gaming. I used some charms and some special metals to get the response time between when you trigger the button and when the computer registers it down to about one fiftieth of the normal."
The Shifter glanced at the other.
"Judging by your scent, you aren't exactly having a good either, lots of stress. sorry, I'm a shifter, so i can smell about everything. Which isnt always a great power to have."
It seemed the stranger noticed him when Dexter spoke, sighing at the question. For a moment, the introvert wondered if plenty of people got lost in the headquarters to the point they recognized somebody who did not belong instantly. He was really hoping that was not the case, the redhead did not want to be taken back to his grandparents and expected to endure an outstandingly boring conversation. Alas, no question of authorization came his way, instead the ravenette answered his question. That was marvelous, since there was no possible way Dexter would answer a inquiry about his authorization with a lie; he did not want to be roped into one of those television scenarios where he was expected to do the job he did not possess. When gaming was mentioned, the introvert immediately found himself intrigued.
As the stranger continued, mentioning his specially made controllers and how powerful they were, Dexter's eyes widened. That sounded incredible and the introvert would have admittedly asked for one if it did not result in being kicked out of tournaments. After a few moments of staring, Dexter heard the question be spun back at him and the man mention he was a shifter. Dexter shrugged in response and released a small sigh.
"Kind of the same thing. I was going to help my friend win a tournament today since their PC is horrible, but instead I got dragged here and got all my tech taken from me. So, in short, I have been left to suffer in boredom," Dexter answered. "Anyways, did you seriously do that with a controller?! That sounds awesome."
The introvert was honestly curious about the controllers this stranger made, although, he was unlikely to use them himself. Either way, the redhead wanted to learn a little bit about them since he was a gamer himself and needed something to occupy his time until his grandparents found him, scolded him and likely dragged him out of the building while informing him that he should not sneak off ever again. Dexter had gotten the scolding a lot, thus he could already imagine exactly how it would pan out. For now, however, it was time to learn about the capabilities of this stranger's creations.
- - because it's difficult to find people who understand.
Zephyr looked at the other gamer, somewhat relieved to be in conversation with someone who, at the very least, understood the nature of what he was discussing.
"Sounds like fun. Normally i would be in my workshop, building a new weapon to take up my time, but my partner and a few others kicked me out. Said the place was a mess. I dont see the issue, i mean i can move around right? So what if its a little cluttered."
Little cluttered of course meant the floor was covered by almost three feet of empty energy drink cans, fastfood containers, and scrap metal.
The plights the stranger spoke were all familiar to Dexter since they were situation that he had faced over the years. Although, his room was oftentimes clean and the main reasons for being kicked out consisted of the requirement (according to his family) of needing social interaction. They did always expect the redhead to act in an extroverted manner from time to time despite the obvious dislike of socializing he displayed. Small doses of conversations did the redhead plenty, especially when it was something interesting like what the shifter had stated with his controls. Although, the introvert was doubting access considering he was unaffiliated with the TRS and furthermore it seemed probably his grandparents would find him before he could see what the stranger was speaking about. At least for the time being he had found himself interesting company.
"It was really that bad, eh?" Dexter asked out of curiosity.
Instead of sitting, the redhead leaned on the back of a chair, arms crossed and his chin resting atop them. An intrigued look being captured in his eyes; this man had the introvert's attention. It was rare for Dexter to get engrossed in the concept of conversation, but this was one of those special moments were somebody manged to pique the redhead's interest. He wanted to know more and furthermore this man was a gamer which meant there was a chance at something interesting instead of idle small talk.
"So what kind of weapons do you make anyways? Anything really interesting?" The redhead inquired in an attentive manner. "Also, what kind of games do you play?"
As it currently stood, Dexter was craving knowledge about the kinds of items this stranger forged, although, he mostly wanted to learn more about the games he played. Perhaps this was a chance at finding himself a new teammate so if one of his other online friends were busy, someone could possibly fill in. There was a small smile on the redhead's face as he began feeling excited about what he could learn from this mysterious stranger who he found. Being possibly grounded later by his grandparents no longer mattered since at least he had discovered something more interesting than sitting in on hours of boring conversation.
- - because it's difficult to find people who understand.
"My workshop is always cluttered, they just dont understand that my genius comes with cost."
At the mention of his weapons he grinned.
"All of them. Guns, swords, daggers, shields, i tried to make a powersuit, but...well the agent survived, and thats what matters! As for the games i play, right now im trying my hand at VR first person shooters, i have an idea for a remote operated android to try and reduce casualties among the TRS."
Never did Dexter believe there was a chance that he would manage to meet a fellow gamer after being dragged to the TRS headquarters by his overbearing grandparents. He honestly thought hours would be spent in boredom because of the lack of interesting activities to accomplish. The redhead continued to lean over the back of the other chair, his amber eyes fixated with curiosity over the black-haired man who spoke of his interests. The concept of a cluttered workshop sounded like a nuisance to those required to work inside it. While the gifted man's room was a bit messy, organization occurred before it could be given the definition of cluttered. An obnoxiously filthy room just made for more hassle in the future, thus why the redhead attempted to keep it clean the best he could.
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"Isn't working a cluttered mess kind of hard though?" He stated in response.
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When the man grinned as he explained the weapons Dexter had previously question, the redhead could only stare wide-eyed at the thought. Immediately, his mind flitted through the numerous games he decided to play himself and the interesting weaponry featured. The very concept of those becoming feasible creations was thrilling, albeit, terrifying on account of how much damage they could wreak; should they be created, Dexter hoped they would never fall into villainy. The mentioning of the type of games the man played brought a smirk to his face.
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"I see... I am more of a fan of controllers myself, but I do enjoy horror games in VR. Makes it a lot scarier," Dexter happily responded.
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Being an avid fan of horror, the redhead enjoyed a variety of horror games, especially when they possessed a virtual-reality twist. When a game begins feeling like reality was when Dexter would oftentimes get scared, but the thrill was always welcomed.
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[attr="class","sorry_p_tagname"]Zephyr Wolfe [break] 305 Words
"VR works better for remote combat systems,controllers are nice and easy, but if i can get a system rigged that makes the the connection between remote unit and pilot into a realtime response, it would be like actually fighting for the pilot, without the risk of injury. It would also allow more normal humans to help fight the Terrors."
He paused in thought.
"Maybe thats why the system hasnt been working...ive only had gifted humans and non humans test it, and since it relies on magical interfaces, perhaps their natural magical rhythms disrupt the program..."
The wolf shifter started to get lost in his thoughts on how normal, non gifted or magical humans might be the answer to why his system wouldn't work.
Quietly, Dexter listened to the interesting concepts provided by the fellow gamer. The idea of people being able to assist the TRS in a video game format sounded fascinating, although, terrifying to the redhead. It would be similar to playing a well-done horror game considering his intense fear of terrors. Oftentimes, he would avoid any games that mentioned the frightening creatures because of the fear that manifested after the premature death of his parents. While some reacted heroically, dedicating their lives to assisting the TRS in hopes of others being spared of the unfortunate demise or desired vengeance to their fallen loved ones, Dexter instead turned to a faint cowardice. There were lessons on self-defence that his parents provided, but the bespectacled man still possessed little skill to his name. He could create shields or attacks with his darkness manipulation, he could never last for lengthy periods of time. As he listened to the man's musing, the redhead provided a shrug.
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"I don't know too much about item magic and I am gifted, so I am practically useless to test it," Dexter said in response. "How long have you been testing it anyways?"
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While Dexter doubted he would volunteer to assist, he remained curious about the mixture of technology and magic. The concept of allowing technology and magic to work in tandem sounded interesting, the redhead wondering how the functionality of it all worked. There was, unfortunately, no insight that Dexter could provide in hopes of assisting with making the concept work; all he could really do was attempt to understand it all.
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