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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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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[attr="class","tctext"] As a protective individual, there were instances where recklessness claimed Ozias' mind. He was a field medic, somebody charged with the task of protecting and preserving the lives of his fellow TRS members so medical attention could be administered. Those tasks were never taken lightly by the large man, rather, they were considered an honour to be weighted on his hefty shoulders. He wanted to help, to use his abilities to better the world. Those goals, he wore on his heart and was determined to complete no matter the frightful consequences to potentially arise.
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Therefore, the gash to his shoulder was hardly considered astonishing as the transport vehicle returned them to headquarters. Pain echoed in his wounds, the burn of an injury created by cursed weaponry evident. The sensations of a cloth furiously working to drive out dirt resulted in a painful discomfort, however, Ozias found himself smiling. Across from him was stationed a young hunter with a bandaged up arm placed in a temporary splint, bandages wrapped around his head and a tattered uniform. Healing the damages through magic was not available after a rigorous battle expected the seraphim and his partner to expel any stamina.
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A grunt left the closed mouth of his co-worker as he scrubbed away. Briefly, he pulled away, sighing as he glanced over Ozias. The larger man was shirtless, jacket and TRS mandated shirt rested on his lap. His eyes flickered to his fellow medic, noticing the disgruntled expression. The dark-haired man's smile shook, turning awkward as he received the stern daggers of disappointment.
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"Remind me why a force field was not an option again?" He asked, a soft growl edging his voice.
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With his undamaged arm, Ozias nervously scratched the back of his head, an anxious chuckle escaping a toothy grin. Martin never enjoyed it when he received a nasty injury.
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"Wasn't enough time, sorry, Martin," he responded a slight cheer to his nervous tones.
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A vexed sigh left his partner's lips as he dunked the bloodied cloth into a water bucket being benevolently held by a hunter. Steadily, Martin returned to scrubbing away the remaining dirt while pressing gauze against the bleeding sections. Regularly, he would merely wrap the wound and force him to wait until they returned home. Alas, with accusations of the attacker in question using a rusted blade, chances were not being taken.
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"When we're back at HQ, it is straight to the medical ward with you! If you refuse, I am getting one of those livestock sticks and shooting you with an antibiotic needle myself!" Martin declared angrily.
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A gentle chuckle left Ozias' lips until sudden pain caused by an intention rougher scrub caused an 'OW' to leave his lips. When the large seraphim glanced over, he was greeted with a tense glare from his co-worker. He thought Ozias was taking nothing seriously, but in reality, Martin's anger was easily laughed off by the thought of being chased with a stick.
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"I will. I promise," the dark-haired man informed him.
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Eventually, the vehicle lurched to a stop, a driver informing the battered group that they reached headquarters. The back doors opened, a ramp being lowered as patients were assisted to the medical ward. With Martin close behind him, Ozias was pushed towards the door from the frantic medic. From there, his co-worker effectively dragged the shirtless field medic down the hallways, Ozias' large hands holding the pieces of clothes. The moment they arrived at a vacant room where they were informed a ward medic was, Martin, shoved the brown-eyed man inside.
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A smile traced Ozias' lips as he shook his head at the worried medic's actions. Despite his pushiness, the seraphim always appreciated the actions his coworkers committed when concerned about his health. They cared about him and at all instances, they forced him into the medical bay as though he possessed a death wish. In reality, Ozias returned those emotions of concern and wished to protect as many people as possible. Slowly, his eyes shifted, partially bandaged shoulder aching, as he glanced towards the medic expected to assist him.
the ward had received a call telling them to ready a few room for they would be receiving a few injured agents. field medics were great. patching up on the go. there were times danika missed being out there. you never knew what to expect. though the same thing could be said for the ward. yes, sometimes things were rather calm here and other times they were struggling with the amount of injured people.
she was among the people called to get rooms ready. she was assigned the room she would be tending to her patient and she proceeded to make sure the room was stocked with necessary items. she wasn't sure what kind of injury she would be dealing with, but have the basics would do for now. she gathered gauze, alcohol wipes and a few other items before returning to the room she was assigned.
she started to arrange the items when she heard the door open. she turned around to find a familiar face standing before her. she sighed softly shaking her head as she glanced him over. he was shirtless and the bandages on his shoulder were a quick giveaway. it would only be after she saw what was under those bandages could she get started."nothing broken i presume?"she asked with a smile. she washed her hands and dried them off with a paper towel before grabbing a pair of gloves and slipped them on while she told him."have seat, whenever you're ready."
[attr="class","tctext"]As Ozias turned to analyze the room Martin shoved him into, he was greeted with a familiar face. Short green hair framed her the feminine features on her face meanwhile vibrant green-blue eyes peered towards him. Automatically, an awkward smile settled onto Ozias' face as his undamaged arm reached to scratch the back of his head. If the seraphim were to guess, Martin intentionally requested the room where this young medic would be working. There were no doubts in Ozias' mind of this potentially being a version of light-hearted vengeance.
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Something relatively harmless, however, awkward for the intended target, Ozias. Inside the room alongside the large man was his former apprentice. A young, promising woman when it arrived at field medicine who traded everything for the contrast of being a ward medic; it appeared a common trend among his former trainees. Danika Roxby was among the many people Ozias trained and somebody he was proud to call a former apprentice. While she eventually shifted into the life of a ward medic, the seraphim held no resentment towards her choices.
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Being a field medic was a difficult task. The constant raging of battle alongside the grim scenes of people receiving devastating injuries. Not everybody could stomach the situation forever. If anything, Ozias was proud Danika decided to stick with the medical division and offer her services elsewhere. As she inquired about nothing being broken, Ozias provided her with a nod and followed her directions to sit.
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"I don't break bones too often, Danika," he chuckled softly, attempting to lighten the mood. "Will warn you, they think what cut me may have been rusted.
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Through injuries, Ozias always attempted to discover a method of maintaining a light-hearted atmosphere. There were no immediate dangers, merely a gash that required some stitching and antibiotics to avoid infection or, worse, tetanus. As he approached the table, Ozias turned, lifting himself onto it. He remained in a sitting position, patiently awaiting further instruction from Danika.
she finished gathering up her things. setting them out so they were with in reach. she wasn't sure what type of injury she would be looking at, but she hoped that she had everything she needed. the room was fully stocked so even if she did not have something out, she would just have to find it in on of the drawers. it wouldn't take her too long to find it.
she waited for ozias to get comfortable. she smiled, but shook her head."oh, yes how could i forget that."it was true, she hadn't seen him break any bones when she was with him out on the field. he was always looking out for everyone else. that was one of the things that stuck out to her. it wasn't that he was careless, he just really cared about his team. though someone needed to look out for him too."good thing i'm not squeamish."she told him with a smile.
stepping closer to inspect his shoulder. gloved hands started to undo the makeshift bandage that covered up the wound."you know, if you want to visit me all you have to do is call. you don't have to show up like this."she laughed softly, throwing away the cloth that was covering the wound on his shoulder."i'll flush it out again, just to make sure it's super clean."she told him as she stepped away to get the items for the flush."something rusty huh, when was the last time you got a tetanus shot?"she asked as she returned with a syringe and the cleansing solution and a small basin for the liquid to fall into.
[attr="class","tctext"] The seraphim field medic from unit three was never a surprising face in the medical bay. Years of service made Ozias Abrams renowned for receiving injuries to protect those around him. For some patients, further damage could be a death wish, meaning he needed to do something! Nonetheless, getting Ozias to display regret in his reckless actions was nearly impossible. Defending and healing others was something the large man took seriously and to the extreme, evident by the wound gracing his shoulder. Fortunately, it made Ozias unflappable when having to be healed.
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Patiently, Ozias awaited the opportunity to be tended to by his former apprentice. His injury frequency, unfortunately, resulted in him being a common face in the medical ward. He settled comfortably on the examination table, making it clear there were many times he received medical attention from the ward. People knew he could be a reckless man when it came to protecting his fellow TRS members. He watched her smile followed by a head shake, a soft chuckle breathing through his lips. Through the pain, Ozias always discovered an excuse to smile, hence his peculiar reaction to speaking about wounds.
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He listened to Danika's comment, a grin on his face as he nodded. "Glad to hear, I don't think a squeamish medic would do too well."
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A soft laugh punctuated his words, his hazel eyes watching the green-haired woman. The awkward sensation of old bandage being peeled off arrived shortly. The gentle tug of skin around the wound erupting with acute pain because of the dry blood super glue. Alas, a glance at Ozias' face would make it difficult to tell the discomfort in the removal. He rarely displayed pain with absolute openness, therefore, a mere discomfort was easily hidden. As Danika completed removing the cloth bandage, a well-humoured comment escaped her lips.
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The injured man chuckled again, good arm being used to scratch the back of his head.
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"I will remember that for next time, Dani," Ozias responded, establishing a nickname. There was a pause until he heard Danika mention flushing the wound again. "And alrighty, do what you need."
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He watched from his position from the table as Danika prepared to clean his wounded shoulder again. As expected with rust-related injuries, the green-haired woman inquired about his last tetanus shot.
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"A few months ago, so I should be good," he answered.
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Every ten years people were required to get a new tetanus shot, and Ozias assured to remain up to date. As somebody who worked in field medicine, safety was crucial.
she smiled softly."you know, i haven't seen you around here that much lately. unless you're like sneaking in here."she said jokingly."i've told the others we should reserve a room just for you. put your name on the door and everything. make it vip."she laughed once more."please don't think being in the ward has made me soft."she knew when she was being mentored by him she would do the same. always look out for everyone else. honestly this really didn't surprise her. he was just that type of person.
she tried her best to work fast and without causing him too much pain. she smiled at his words."sounds good."she threw away the cloth and returned with her needed items."it might be a little cold, just giving you a heads"she told him as she finished setting up the syringe and the solution."lucky you, then i guess you should be good if you just got it a few months ago."she told him with a laugh.
she set a blue pad, just in case any of the liquid that came pouring out missed the basin wouldn't get him all wet."so give me the play by play. what were you doing? i'm curious."she told him as she started to rinse the wound. slowly pushing the solution through the syringe. thankfully the wound wasn't too deep, it would need some stitches, but it wouldn't need to be packed.
once she was done with the flushing, she grabbed a few square of gauze to dry the area. once that was complete then she would start stitching him up."how are you feeling? let me know if i need to stop."
[attr="class","tctext"] A lip-tight smile stretched across his lips, corners tugged up. Through the injuries, he carried a deep smile, powerful and refusing to crumble. Always, Ozias considered himself the grin and bear type. It manifested from a stern belief of others holding larger problems than his meagre ones. A wound was nothing in comparison to the plenty of near-death experiences hunters faced. It motivated the large medic to push forward and maintain a grin despite the creeping concerns. Either way, his smile remained permanent as he interacted with Danika; maintaining one turned easy considering their familiarity!
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Never was Ozias Abrams a stranger to the medical ward. His reckless protecting exploits made him an infamous patient. He became familiar with the list of medics inside the ward area, especially another of his former apprentices, Xena Quinn. There was a peculiar trend with Ozias' apprentices... A majority began as hard-working field medics, but later traded the pressures and stress of on-field medical administration for the different stress of ward maintenance and emergencies. They were excellent in both locations, however, he heard more about his patient infamy with them being inside the ward.
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A chuckle rumbled in his throat at Danika's jesting. "Are we going to assign me a personal medic too?"
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The smile across his lips strengthened upon listening to Danika's words about not softening. Never would he doubt the green-haired woman when she stated those words. The sheer notion of his former apprentice becoming soft from years spent inside the ward never crossed his mind.
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"Oh trust me, I know you ain't softening up Dani, but give it a few years," he paused, allowing a laugh to escape his mouth. "I'm kidding. You're a strong woman, I doubt you are going to shed your toughness."
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A warning was provided as the cloth soaked in cold water drew near his skin. As contact manifested, Ozias tensed and shivered out of impulse to the sensation. His race held a natural aversion to water, the coldness only worsening his feelings towards it. Seraphims experienced weakening effects when exposed to water. Even when Ozias showered, he cranked the temperature to a boiling point to assure the effects would not cling to his bones. He nodded as Danika mentioned his fortunes in receiving a tetanus shot only a few months ago.
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"Well, I think Martin would kill me if I didn't," the seraphim chuckled.
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At the request of a recount of the events that brought him here, Ozias smiled. Already, he could imagine the swirling dust of a freshly killed terror. The loud noises of panic suffocated them, an angry Assembly member then BAM!
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"One of our hunters was down and the other just killed this terror. So the AP member was getting desperate and charged," he paused a moment because of the subtle pain of a needle entering his skin, "the injured one. Guess he wanted to kill something but didn't expect me to get in his way. Bet he was hoping I would turn tail and run, but we both know how likely that was."
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A soft laugh breathed through his lips, his uninjured arm scratching the back of his neck. A dangerous choice given the Assembly member's desperation, but necessary to protect the young hunter. The passing time of his recount was a clever method to wait until his wound numbed up for the stitches. When asked, he nodded, knowing already the confirmation Danika searched for.
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"You should be good to start, Dani," the seraphim confirmed.
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Stitches and Ozias were a pair of long-lasting lovebirds it appeared with the amount of time the field medic received him. This would be another of those infamous dances with the needle as the wound was pulled together for proper healing.
oz told her he was ready and as she finished cleaning and drying the area and setting the used gauze aside she picked up the needle."just a little poke."she warned him before she began. they continued to talk as she worked slowly. she laughed softly at his words. clearly amused."i mean, might as well if you're getting your own room. you got a favorite let me know and i'll put in a word."she teased him once more.
ever so often she would pause to make sure he was doing alright. or if he needed a break. it was hard for him to see her expression, but she smiled at that last comment."well, i don't know. maybe i did get a little soft. i might have to come out with you next time and see how rusty i got."if anything it was keep her on her toes. how many times had she heard the phrase, if you don't use it you lose it. there was some truth to it. you forget things if you don't don't them often. not that she would forget how to stitch a wound. what she was referring to her was her awareness. it was different being out on the filed compared to the ward. you weren't always looking behind your shoulder."oh yes, time. time will do me in."she laughed softly.
"oh martin, such a caring guy. i'm glad martin is till looking after you. i mean i'm sure everyone else does, but you can be a handful."she teases him once more. though it wasn't like it was a bad thing. he wasn't being reckless, he was doing his job. protecting others. oz was pretty tough and had been doing this sort of thing a lot longer than she had.
she was curious to hear how things had gone down. she silently worked as he told her how it had happened. she finished the stitches and snipped the remaining thread. she discarded the needle before she began to clean up. making sure the wound was dry. she dabbed the clean gauze pad carefully."you're all set."she told him as she finished cleaning up.
she laughed once more."yeah, you are never one to back down."
[attr="class","tctext"]There was a subtle sense of comfort discovered in being tended to by Danika. If anybody would be managing the state of his wounds, Ozias preferred his former apprentice. Despite injuries being considered a darker infliction, the large man could always enjoy some playful banter with Danika. Furthermore, the green-haired woman was never overly fretful over his wounds. He could appreciate the sentiments, however, somebody who comprehended the reckless nature of his actions and avoided badgering him about it was a pleasant break.
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The promises of a small poke were greeted with a nod of understanding. The sensations of being stitched up arrived with the pokes of a needle against his skin. Fortunately, the numbing of his arm assured the pain captured in the action would be kept to a minimum. Nonetheless, the large seraphim would never adjust to the peculiar poke and weaving of nasty wounds. Through it, he focused on keeping his injured relaxed as Danika proceeded with her work. A soreness would probably develop, however, Ozias kept it to the back of his thoughts; his arm would be numbed for a while.
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The light-hearted conversation kept the dark-haired man eased. Their "plans" for a personal medical room were discussed, a soft chuckle left the man's lips.
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"If I'm gettin' a personal medic, it better be you, Dani. At least then we can have a nice conversation and I can visit more," he responded with a soft chuckle.
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Their conversation in regards to her softness was greeted by a gentle smile from Ozias. Softening was never anything negative, rather, compassionate emotions could arrive with those fortunes. As she spoke, the seraphim resisted every urge to shrug his shoulders, knowing thoroughly how this could result in Danika's stitching turning messy. Even as she stated time would eventually conquer, the larger man maintained a smile. While keeping one's skills sharpened was crucial, the seraphim believed Danika's place was better in the high-pressure, albeit, a safer environment of the ward.
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"Soft isn't always bad, Dani," he commented quietly. "I wouldn't worry about it. You're happy in the ward."
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A nod was provided as Martin and his care was mentioned. The younger medic proved a protective individual, those emotions being appreciated by Ozias. There were plenty of situations where the man dragged him out of a dangerous situation, thus, the seraphim always displayed thanks towards his actions.
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"Yeah, he's a good guy. I am glad to have him around, especially for moments like this."
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Softly, the larger man chuckled to punctuate his words. Somebody was required to drag him to the medical ward, and Martin was among the people most capable. Gradually, the stitching reached its end, wound being closed with the assistance of Danika's careful hands. The soft sound of metalic scissors rubbing past one another to snip the thread's edge narrowly reached Ozias' ears. It was a sign the proceedings were almost finished. As natural as clockwork, Danika proceeded to work on steadily cleaning the wound.
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Once Danika claimed everything was finished, the seraphim cautiously rolled his shoulders to stretch them before sliding off the examination table.
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"That is for sure! Somebody has to protect everyone and if I get something small like this for protecting someone, then I don't have issue with it," the dark-haired man explained.
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A content grin remained on the seraphim's face as he stood, however, rather than leave, he stayed put. Sparing a few extra minutes to chat with Danika would come with no ill-harm. At least, the talkative Ozias Abrams was under those assumptions.
it was a good thing he couldn't see her, as soon as he said that she could start feeling her cheeks warm up. she laughed softly in response."you're hilarious. i'm not that good, but i can't say no to you. you're right though, we do have nice conversations and i don't scold you as much as the others."she worked quietly for a few before they started speaking again.
"okay maybe soft wasn't the right word to use. i don't want to become rusty. there now you can't argue with that."she laughed. she was too nice at times and that was something that she had to deal with on her own. she was getting better at saying no to something, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to help someone if they needed it. she nodded thinking about his last phrase. was she happy in the ward?
he had that mean face at times, but the guy really cared about the people around him. he just had his own way of showing it and that was completely fine. some people just expressed themselves differently."he really is. i'm glad he with you."she smiled.
it wasn't too long after that that her stitching was completed. she snipped the threads and proceeded to finish up."you did such a good job waiting patiently."she smiled at him before patting her pockets."i don't have any candy on me, so i owe you a drink sometime."she shook her head at his next comment."hmm, yeah i wouldn't call that small, but i get what you mean."
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