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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
season
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.
Waking up with a yawn Lyra jolted forward to where a laptop laid facing her with a new notification popping up on her social media. Lyra was wearing nothing but her long dress PJs. Her rounded raccoon ears shifted around hearing the noises from the laptop. "The Lorens family have finally left for vacation!" She spoke with a joyous tone. Lyra had been stalking this family through social media for some time now waiting for the perfect time to strike at this luxurious family home. They constantly adorned precious gems in their profile pictures, which meant they had some fancy stuff lying around. "I wonder what food they're going to have in their fridge!" Lyra's mouth began to water at the thought of some exquisite meats or something of that nature. She looked out the window, it was probably around 6am. Not the typical time for a heist but Lyra was sure she could swing it. After all they just left for the weekend, a small vacation one could say. Lyra could stay at the place for the whole day, and enjoy the luxurious manor that they had.
Lyra couldn't help but smile as she grabbed her favorite dress, and an over the shoulder bag. She grabbed a few items, and a new set of underwear. Lyra had a wall in her room dedicated to different locks. The locks in her bedroom were locks she quite hasn't figured out yet. Which they were few. After changing Lyra headed into the kitchen, looking into her own empty fridge. "Maybe I should actually fill this thing one day" She spoke to herself while smiling. She slammed the fridge door shut, and then ran to the front door. The apartment itself was covered in various bits and bobs of different makes and qualities, some stacks of different jewelry, and other oddities throughout the apartment. Lyra looked at her horde of various items before closing and locking the door behind her. She skipped through the halls of the apartment building before heading outside the apartment and making her way down the street. The day was kind of dark with a cloudy overhead. It looked like it was going to rain but not a speck of worry was escaping onto Lyra's face. She just had a big smile, today was going to be big score.
Lyra made her way to the manor. It was on a street with a few other manors, and a nicely sized walkway that lead to more commercial zones like food stores, and shopping centers. Lyra had with her some binoculars, and she pulled them out rather haphazardly to look at the locks on the gates into the manor. There was a gate with a lever handle lock. The main gate has a padlock with chains. It was too far into the open, but both very simple for someone with Lyra's skills. She smiled, this place didn't seem to have expensive locks. Maybe they were lulled into a sense of security in the nicer area. The area certainly had a low rate of crime, but that meant easy 'pickings' for Lyra. She continued to look around the house at the other locks, peering through her binoculars at the house whilst standing beside a street lamp. Occasionally she would shift her gaze trying to notice if their were any cameras. Some of the other houses had cameras, but this one was clean.
She occasionally popped her binoculars onto the trees so she could at least pretend she was bird watching if anyone asked her what she was doing. She quickly turned around bumping into someone on the street and dropping her binoculars onto the ground. They bounced a few times but were made of sturdy plastic, which protected the glass lens on the inside.
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A very demanding task had fallen into Bell’s lap; one that he would have rather avoided altogether. While he was taken on board as a TRS security guard, at times he would be expected to perform other duties for the organization. This, unfortunately, would usually lead to jobs that Bell felt were far above his pay grade. One of the higher-ups sought Bell out to do his bitch-work and, after some harsh encouragement, the irritated familiar fell in line. The demands were simple: patrol the suburban streets and look out for trouble. Apparently, summer was a hotbed for AP and terror activity. TRS needed all the help they could get. So, they decided to stick the rooster with a job on the uppity side of town. [break][break] At the end of the day, Bell knew this was grunt work, work that he thought he was above. He was a security guard for god’s sake, he shouldn’t have to deal with other people’s bullshit; but yet, here he was, strolling down the suburban sidewalk sporting a new TRS uniform. (Thankfully, they had one that could accommodate his wings.) The familiar was sure only reason they let him out of his bird-box to fill a damn quota. If it wasn’t for his loyalty to TRS, Bell would have given the man a piece of his mind, and a good spurring too. [break][break] Overcast skies only added insult to injury at this point. There was nothing worse than wet feathers, and judging by the weather, it looked as if it would rain at any time. Pity, Bell forgot to bring an umbrella. With a permanent scowl plastered onto his face, the familiar continued his trek down the narrow sidewalk. His golden gaze passed over pristine lawns that were cut with the utmost care. One estate in particular was absolutely massive. Bell was certain their bathrooms were probably as big as his apartment. Who needs this much fucking space? he thought, as he continued on his way. He was so busy gawking at the enormous homes like a damn child that he didn’t notice the young woman in front of him. At least, not until he smacked into her. [break][break] The blow wasn’t hard enough to knock him over. However, it was enough to startle him. “‘Ey!” Bell barked, his crimson wings puffed out slightly as his feathers ruffled. It wasn’t until he realized he bumped into another person and not a terror that he began to relax. He gave an exasperated sigh. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” Did she live around here? Bell mulled on this thought as he knelt down and picked the binoculars up. He took a moment to examine them. Thankfully, it didn’t look too scuffed up. “You know, you should really watch where you’re going.” Bell continued to hold the binoculars in his hands as he stood. “What the hell are you using these for anyway?” It really wasn’t any of his business. However, the familiar was a curious creature.
Lyra stepped back as she heard a loud "Ey!" From the man she had bumped into. She was startled at first, and caught off guard by his voice. She quickly went into an assessment zone. She looked at the male, taking note of his uniform. You had to be smart about these things, and this man appeared to be wearing a Terror Response Syndicate Uniform. She sighed very lightly realizing that this man could be putting a stop to all her plans right now. She eyed his crimson wings as they puffed out making them just so noticeable peaking out from behind him. She heard the man swear, and then speak about how she scared him. Lyra relaxed a little bit, because most people would seem relaxed in front of a guard right? Her tail was slightly poofed up with the black and white rings being prominently visible. Her ears twitched when the man spoke, and she stood her ground one step away from the man. Lyra put on a nice smile, and spoke with a warm-hearted tone. "Sorry about that!"
She watched as the man bent down to pick up the binoculars and her heart sank in her chest only for a moment. She had a contingency plan for this after all, but it was still worrisome that a TRS member had been patrolling so close when she was preparing to lockpick and enter a house. When the man told her she should watch where she was going she reluctantly agreed by shaking her head up and down. "Yes your right I'm sorry, " Lyra wasn't one to apologize so often but she felt like this was her fault, and she really didn't want this guy catching on that she was here for more than bird watching. When the man asked what she was using the binoculars for she stood strong, her smile staying kindly on her face.
"Bird watching of course!" Lyra looked at the binoculars in his hands, wanting to grab them back, but hesitated from doing so. She raised her hand and pointed out to some of the birds in one of the trees, and then pointed to a few by bird feeders plastered by one of the houses back yards. "Don't they look lovely!" She laughed with a smile, being able to hide her true intentions quite well. "Why don't you take a look through them? You can view the birds for a little bit anyways, I don't mind." This was a good way of seeming more open, and honest, even if she was doing something against the law, he wouldn't know her true intentions, and she committed no crime yet.
Lyra's stomach growled loudly as she dropped her hands to her stomach. That's right she hadn't eaten her breakfast yet, she was planning on raiding the fridge of the Lorens home just across the street from her location. Was this guy going to ruin her plans for the morning? Lyra looked up at the dark clouds looming over head. She could tell it was going to rain soon, maybe if she was lucky this guy would move on, she could then break into the house and finish her breakfast plans. However, if he didn't what was the plan then? She didn't want to move on from the house since it was going to be such a big score. Her tail stopped being so poofy as she got caught up in her thoughts.
"So are you patrolling around here?" The guy was clearly in a TRS uniform so it wasn't that wrong of her to ask. "How long have you been on your shift for?" She played this up to be pleasant conversation but it was more about information digging. It would give her a good idea of the shifts going on around the area, and maybe if there was more people on shift. "Are you the only one patrolling? It always sounds like such dangerous work. Have you ever had to chase someone down!?" Lyra was genuinely curious while information digging, but she was also wondering if this guy had any experience. If she was to run would she be able to escape? That would be good information on deciding to break into the house or not. She reached out her hands with a smile on her face. "Oh! May I have my binoculars back now?" Her hazel eyes glistened with curiosity.
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Golden eyes looked over the young woman with interest as their owner awaited an answer. As far as Bell could tell, mammals were fairly easy to read. Ears and tails usually gave away what that particular person was feeling. Even Bell was a victim to this unfortunate circumstance. Something as simple as paying a round of poker was a pain in the ass for him; his wings would always give away his hand. Bell couldn’t exactly pinpoint what supernatural species this woman belonged to. Perhaps she was a familiar like him? She had him stumped. He did, however, take note of her extra appendages and how they moved. It would seem that he wasn’t the only one who was startled by their initial run in. The way her tail bristled, it was much like what his wings had done. There was a small part of him that felt a bit guilty for being so stern with her. She was just as shaken up, and here he was being an ass. It was a shame she had to catch him in such a foul mood. Thankfully, he would loosen up. To his surprise the woman apologized, not only once, but twice. Bell would flash a weak smile and wave her off. “It’s fine.” [break][break] This brown-haired beauty was a looker for sure. She had a cute face, kind smile, and adorable fluffy ears. His eyes would fixate on those ears of hers, curiously watching as they twitched. While Bell wanted to stay as professional as possible, he couldn’t help but to wonder if she would let him touch her raccoon ears. They seemed like they would be as soft as his down feathers. As quickly as that immature thought came, it went. The familiar beat it down. Certainly, she’d call him a creep if he asked. [break][break] “Birdwatching?” He retorted, his gaze following hers to the collection of bird feeders in one of the mansion’s backyards. Oh goodness, she was one of those people. Bell never really understood the appeal of watching birds go about their daily routine. Honestly, it seemed so boring, and even a little creepy from his perspective. Spying on other feathered fowl just felt wrong on so many levels. The idea that anyone would want to observe him in his rooster form sent a shiver up his spine. Bell would look back at the woman and tip his head to the side, grimacing slightly, he would say, “Eh, birdwatching isn’t really my shtick.” There wasn’t anything remotely suspicious about what she was doing. This raccoon woman seemed genuine in her mannerisms and her tone. Even going as far as to offer Bell a glimpse through her binoculars. He shook his head at the offer. “I’d rather not. I’m a bird myself. I kinda feel like I’d break an unspoken bird law, ya’ know?” He joked, with a light chuckle. [break][break] Oh, that dreadful noise. It was a sound that Bell was all too familiar with; The call of an empty stomach. The noise brought him back for a moment, back to when his master was still alive. He would go for days without eating back then, and all because his master wanted to teach him a lesson. Eyebrows knitted slightly with concern. “Hungry, huh?” [break][break] When the woman inquired about his job, Bell gave her a nod. A light smile played on his lips as he spoke. “Yeah, I’m patrolling this area.” It would be stupid of him to give out too much information, but the naive familiar thought this woman was trustworthy enough. “I haven't been out here too long, though.” He glanced over at the mansion across the street. “Just an hour or so...” The next question came as quickly as the first. Bell cocked an eyebrow. Though, he wouldn’t blame her for being curious, it felt as if he was getting a mini interview. “I’m the only one here, for now. ” This woman had a million and one questions it seemed, her last would summon a wicked grin. Have you ever had to chase someone down!? Perhaps not as a field agent, but plenty of times as a security guard. “Hell yeah I have!” Bell would reply, his response a bit overzealous. Bell wasn’t the type of guy to pass up the opportunity to flaunt, especially if it had anything to do with his fighting prowess or his wings. With a proud smile, he would jut a thumb back, motioning to his wings. “These bad boys aren’t just for show.” [break][break] The look in her eyes was something else when she asked for her binoculars back. It didn’t take much to win Bell over by this point. “O-Oh, here.” Was it really a crime to go birdwatching? He didn’t hesitate to hand her binoculars over. “Hey, uh…” Bell felt around his person for a moment before pulling a granola bar from his breast pocket. With a gentle smile, he offered it to her. “I was going to eat this later, but I think you need it more than me.” He gave a light-hearted laugh. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say your stomach was already eating itself.” Little did Bell know, he was dealing with a very clever thief.
Lyra heard words escape his lips and she felt immediately at more ease. "It's fine" he said. She really was getting to this guy wasn't she? She cracked a small smile, but hid it among her anxiousness. Lyra didn't take much notice of the man's features. Mainly because she just wasn't looking for those things. He looked fine enough, her attention was more on how she was going to enter the Lorens manor without being spotted. Plus she had the guy to avoid now which meant she couldn't spend all day there either. She looked at him more thoroughly taking in his crimson wings, them being such a prominent aspect on his body, and his messy hair. She sighed relieving herself of her anxious thoughts. This may be a simple encounter for the rooster man, but she had to stay on her toes if she was to keep a step ahead of him.
She was slightly relieved when he refused to look through her binoculars. It just meant that he would have less of a chance of noticing why this was a good spot for looking at all the doors to the manor. Lyra had to scope out the locks makes and models before she would go and attempt to lock pick them. He was breaking some sort of unspoken bird law? "I never would have guessed that the birds had an unspoken law," She laughed while rubbing her right ear, the left twitching in response. It was a bit of a nervous twitch for her. She dropped her arms from rubbing her raccoon ears and tried to pay best attention to the rooster fellow. "Hungry, huh?" Lyra didn't blush but she was caught off guard so one could assume she was a bit bashful about her stomach growling.
"Yeah, I skipped breakfast today." She felt it was best to just tell the truth, she did skip breakfast today. Lyra was going to get breakfast soon, well as soon as she could, but she didn't have to share the how she was going to get breakfast. When the man began answering her questions she couldn't help but give off a big smile. She hid it by being excited about his answers. She was naturally curious, so it was easy to hide her other intentions in the curiosity. He was on patrol, that much she figured out and didn't need to ask, but she asked him the question anyways just to act a bit ditsy, made her look less capable of committing a crime right?
He hadn't been out there too long, which meant if she came at this neighborhood just a bit sooner she would have a lot more freedom to go about her business. He was the only one on patrol, perfect. Lyra's smile would grow bigger if it could. Her smile seemed oh so innocent though. Then her heart sank into her chest at the last answer he gave, and with such conviction. "Hell yeah I have!" Lyra kept her smile on though, and warmly expressed her excitement, and even try to pat his ego a bit maybe. "Wow I'm really glad we have someone like you patrolling the streets then!""You must be a strong guard! She laughed happily. When he mentioned that his wings weren't for show she stopped with a surprised look on her face.
She assumed his wings must have some sort of abilities tied to them, maybe it would be best to avoid this guy completely, and get out of his range as soon as possible. What were his wings capable of doing? She felt like that question might be a little bit overboard but pushed it lightly anyway. With a bit of a shy demeanor she asked kindly. "What kinds of things do those wings do?" This of course was just to figure out if there was anything she could learn in the event that she was running away from this guy.
When the rooster man handed her binoculars back she quickly put it into her over the shoulder bag. stuffing it down with her various other tools but not giving the rooster man a chance to peak inside her bag, since their was a simple flap that covered it. She slid the binoculars in quickly and effortlessly like she had done it a thousand times. She peaked up form putting her binoculars away when she heard him say "Hey, uh.." She watched him feel around his person for a little bit looking for something. It wasn't until he pulled out a granola bar that Lyra started to feel bad for pestering this guy for information. She couldn't help but think. "Oh great, you just used this guy for information and now he's giving you food. Your such a nice person." She kept that thought at bay and brought herself back into a large smile.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say your stomach was already eating itself.”
Lyra smiled externally but inside she was dying for using him in such a manner. "That's so kind of you!" She grabbed the granola bar rather quickly from his hands and began opening it, and making it ready for consumption. After tearing apart the wrapper she prepared to take a bite but stopped halfway dropping the granola bar back to her side.
"Say, what's your name? I'm Lyra." She really should have given him a fake name, but he was so kind she didn't feel like she wanted to lie. She wouldn't give a real last name had he asked, but a first name, sure, he gave her food after all. She didn't wait to hear an answer and brought the granola bar back up and chomped down on the granola bar to start eating it. Within a few bites the granola bar was finished, she didn't devour it, but she didn't take her time on the thing. It was at this time that a raindrop hit Lyra on the ear making her ear twitch and sending the rain drop back off. She reached her hand up and began rubbing the wet part of her ear. "I don't think we have much time before it starts coming down.."
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A hint of red brightened up Bell’s cheeks when Lyra laughed at his rather stupid bird joke. God, she was cute. Absolutely fucking adorable! The way her ear twitched nearly made Bell gush. (He was a sucker for that kind of thing.) Attractive females were Bell’s kryptonite. By this point, the prospect that this woman could be a troublemaker was nonexistent in his mind. The familiar was smitten with the idea that she was just a cute girl trying to enjoy the birds. There was nothing wrong with that. The familiar was a naive fool. Her reaction to him inquiring about her rumbling stomach only made the man even more enamored with her. She seemed bashful about it. Cute. [break][break] That bush of his was soon accompanied by an ear to ear grin when the woman stated that she was happy to have someone like him patrolling the area. She would continue to stroke his ego by assuming he was a strong guard. Goodness, this raccoon woman was something else. If feeding Bell’s ego was what she was after, she hit the nail right on the head. The man was ecstatic. Straightening his posture, Bell placed his hands on his hips and let out a hardy laugh. “Haha, you bet I am!” He would then give her a playful wink. [break][break] “What do my wings do?” Bell replied, his voice holding a hint of confusion. The man would assume something like that would be self-explanatory, but he would give her the benefit of the doubt. It wasn’t every day that you run into someone with big red wings. Bell crossed his arms in front of his chest and tilted his head to the side. “Isn’t it obvious? My wings let me fly, duh.” [break][break] Bell made it a point to look away when the young woman put her binoculars into her bag. If there was one thing he learned from his old master, it was that you shouldn’t look into a young woman’s bag, not unless you want a slap across the head. He nonchalantly turned his gaze onto a nearby tree until she was done. “It’s no problem at all.” He would reply when she spoke to him about the snack. “I’m happy to help.” [break][break] “Lyra, huh? Lovely name.” Bell was one to assume that not everyone had a last name. He was one of those people after all. Hell, he was thankful to even have a name at all. Perhaps Lyra didn’t have a last name either? The familiar wound’t push it. It wasn’t any of his business. “My name is Bell. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Lyra.” It warmed Bell’s heart knowing that she enjoyed the snack. [break][break] A cold raindrop plopped onto the bridge of Bell’s nose just as Lyra began to comment on the weather. He quickly wiped it way, but not before more rain descended from the sky. Great. It was moments like this that Bell would curse himself for not keeping an umbrella on his person. Oh well, just because he was soaked didn’t mean his company had to be. He had an idea. “Well, I guess my wings can do one more thing.” Bell said with a smirk as he walked beside Lyra. With her at his side, he extended one of his wings. The crimson feathers splayed out as he moved his wing up and over her head, shielding her from the rain. With a tender smile, Bell would say, “At least one of us doesn’t have to get wet.”
Lyra quickly noticed his cheeks flush with a bit of a red. She had a good idea that she was getting to this guy in all the right ways for her to be able to use him. When Bell placed his hands on his lips letting out a laugh Lyra knew she must have this guy caught. "Haha you bet I am" He spoke, adding a playful wink to his speech. Lyra looked at him with a smile, she was happy as to how far she was getting with him. Her hazel eyes shined brightly as she peered into Bell's eyes. She glanced from his eyes to his crimson wings her bushy tail bristling out a bit because of his wink. She frankly wasn't expecting a wink, it was very rare to see someone wink at someone else, even when they were hitting on her. Maybe she just avoided that sort of attention when she was out, mainly focusing on her lawful hobby.
She noted that his wings didn't have any special powers, and blushed slightly when his words came up. She felt like such a dummy by the way he spoke. "Isn’t it obvious? My wings let me fly, duh.” The duh kinda hit home at her. "Well I figured as much that they would let you fly.. I just thought they might be even more special than that. " She mumbled softly under her breath, just barely loud enough for him to hear. She spoke up this time looking at him and leaning her head to the side with a smile. "You know I really love the color of your wings! I'm a sucker for reds." She laughed playfully while also at the same time trying to play him even more.
When he said he was happy to help, Lyra's thoughts began spurring as to how she could use him some more. She wondered if she should offer giving him her phone number, at least then she could try and prod him for more information down the line. No, she thought. Then how could I casually get the information I'm seeking without seeming suspicious. She would avoid that thought for now, as it didn't seem helpful. "Lyra huh? Lovely name" He spoke, she smiled brightly in response.
“My name is Bell. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Lyra.” She looked surprised for a second at hearing his name. He chose not to give a last name as well? Interesting, either he was more keen than she thought or he didn't seem that it was important to share. "Bell? What a lovely sounding name yourself!"
It was at this moment that the rain began to pick up. Drops of rain started landing on Lyra's head, nose, and ears. Causing her ears to start twitching from the rain. She raised her hands to cover her ears briefly to stop them from doing so. This was when Bell decided to do something. “Well, I guess my wings can do one more thing.” She looked over to him her eyes full of curiosity. "What!?" She retorted rather quickly, but just as quickly got her answer. The wing of Bell began moving over her head. Seeing the wing move over her she was immediately awe struck at the beauty of the wings and moved her arms upward to try and get a feel of the feathers. She ran her hands without thinking about what Bell might think across the feathers softly feeling the weight of his wings just barely. She quickly brought her arms back holding them to her chest.
"Sorry about that!" She blushed heavily, her own curious nature had gotten the better of her. Her tail began sticking up and bristling out as she pushed her hands down from her chest but held her own hand almost as if she was calming herself by doing so, and keeping her hands in check. "I just couldn't help myself! The wing was just right there! I'm so very sorry, I should have respected your boundaries!" She continued to blush, not liking to have her own personal space invaded when she didn't want it to be, she felt like such a bad person invading his space. "I just wanted to know how they felt," She muttered. Similarly to raccoons Lyra liked to feel objects with her hands to get a sense of feel, weight, and whether or not the thing was edible. Raccoons had a particular sense in their hands. Lyra didn't like being touched without others asking but when given the chance she would definitely feel anything she found interesting. She felt like a hypocrite but it was in her nature to want to touch things.
After a moment or two she found herself calming down. Her blush faded and her tail began to simmer down. She sighed heavily patting her thighs. "Yeah, Sorry about that, but I guess I was right, your wings do have a special purpose!" She laughed a bit, mainly at herself for being so foolish. She was glad she wasn't caught in the rain though. "Do you uhmm, think you could walk me to my house then? keep me out of the rain if you can for a little bit?" Lyra nervously asked him. "I'm sure you can't stay much longer, but if you could help me reach the front door that would be appreciated Mr. Bell!" Lyra pointed to the front door of the Manor she was targeting.
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Bell was the king of fools that sat upon a throne carved from his own absurdity and unrelenting ignorance. The man allowed himself to be ensnared in a trap set by a very pretty face. While Bell would often gloat that he was smarter than the average familiar, one couldn’t help but to assume that he was an absolute moron at times. His plans to actually do his job had been derailed so easily too, and all because he was getting a little extra attention from an attractive raccoon eared woman. [break][break] Even when he was being drenched, Bell continued to wear a smile. [break][break] Lyra's affections hadn’t fallen on deaf ears. All the complements she tossed only strengthened the familiar’s egotistical energies. When she mentioned liking the color of his wings Bell’s eyes lit up. The silly man was a proud creature. He ate up attention like a starving animal. Feeling her fingertips run along his wings brought a warm smile to Bell’s face. Here he was, having a lovely woman touching and admiring his wings? The familiar looked away for a moment as he felt his face flush. Bell was on cloud nine! In his feeble mind, he assumed this woman was just as attracted to him as he was with her. There were many reasons why he kept his wings in tip-top shape, one of them was for situations like this. [break][break] He was contemplating whether to ask Lyra for her number when he heard her speak up. His rain-soaked head turned to look at her just as she continued to apologize for her actions, her lovely face sporting a color that was as red as his wings. He certainly did not mind! Flashing a smile, he would try to reassure her that she didn’t do anything wrong. “Don’t apologize.” Bell then huffed a laugh while running his fingers through his hair, keeping the wet strands out of his face. “It's alright. Honestly, It felt kinda nice.” He would lower his wing, making it easier for her to reach. She’d spoken about how much she liked them before, it would be a crime to deny her a feel. “Preening them takes a shit-ton of time, but it really pays off in the end. You can touch them if you want! I know my feathers are super soft.” [break][break] Bell would give Lyra a nod when she asked for him to walk her up to the front door. How could he refuse? Actually, he had a better idea. “I can fly you right up to the front door, if you don’t mind getting a little wet.”
Lyra found herself smiling with joy. She really was having a great time with this guy, Bell. She was surprised at the situation, and actually did find herself enamored with the event of being under his wings. She felt warm despite the rain, maybe it was because she was so close to getting caught, maybe it was because she actually found this guy attractive. Both situations seemed to be equally rare. She stopped smiling however, caught up in her own thoughts. "Is it really the best use of my time to use this guy? Should I really be in this work? I don't feel like I have the greatest stomach for it.." The thoughts kind of put Lyra in a sour mood, and Bell's words didn't help her feel any better. "Don't apologize" If only he knew what she was actually up to, he probably would have a completely different reaction. When Bell spoke up about it feeling kinda nice Lyra's sour mood seemed to shift back to a more neutral tone.
"I'm glad it was enjoyable for you." She absent mindedly spoke while sticking her hands out of the range of his wings to catch some water. She began rubbing her hands together to clean them. Raccoons typically did this and the behaviors of raccoons were pretty natural for her as well.
She then noticed him lowering his wings making it much easier for her to reach. She blushed lightly, being much more quiet than she was before. She was honestly having a hard time with herself. She didn't like using people, she knew it was wrong, so why did she continue to use people? Did she have a problem? Lyra smiled however when she reached up to touch his wings once again, she rubbed her hands through his feathers, and even stopped at places to grab a few feathers. She didn't yank them out or anything, but she was much more handsy this time since Bell had given her the go ahead. When she was done feeling the soft feather, she tried patting them all out so they looked symmetrical and clean. She then stuck her hands out into the rain to wash them again.
Fly her up to the front door? Lyra's smile got especially wide and happy. "Oh yeah! That would be perfect, I don't mind getting wet!" Lyra felt like she could have played it up a bit more, but she was naturally curious what a bit of flight would feel like. Her eyes a bit softer, but still showing that natural curiosity that she seemed to ooze out.
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Lyra’s warm smile was certainly contagious. She had him hook, line, and sinker. So much so, that Bell would make it his mission to get her number before they went their separate ways. A moment of silence soon fell between the two. Sparing the rhythmic tapping of raindrops that pelted Bell’s feathers, there wasn't a sound amongst them. Lyra was so cheerful a moment ago, but now she appeared to be deep in thought. The poor woman honestly looked distraught over something. Whatever it was, Bell sure as hell wanted to cheer her up. Deep under the muck and grime of his flagrant bad-boy persona, was a gentle soul. It took someone like Lyra to fish that saint out of him. Before Bell could ask what was wrong, she seemed to perk up. The familiar would watch in awe as she washed her hands in the rain. It was...cute? Bell found himself grinning. Perhaps this was something that had to do with her being a raccoon? Often times, Bell would find himself thinking more like a rooster than a human, so he could relate. The man would assume she shared the same traits with her other half. Instinct was a powerful thing. [break][break] When Lyra worked her fingers through his feathers it was pure bliss. A warm feeling wormed its way from the tips of his wings all the way down his core. It was a pure, calming, warm bliss. Bell closed his eyes and all was right in the world. His worries, his stress and anxiety, it all faded from existence. A memory of a mother’s tender touch seeped in from the recess of Bell’s mind. It crept in like a fog, blanketing his thoughts until he was back there, back on the farm... [break][break] He tried to jump off the hay bale again; his brothers dared him to do it this time. After hitting the ground he, like usual, ran home crying to mom. Warm tears streamed down his pudgy face while his mother coddled him, humming a calming tune while petting and straightening his frayed red feathers with her gentle fingers. "You aren’t ready to fly yet, dear. You’re still just a chick." With a gentle kiss on the forehead, he knew everything would be okay. She was warm. "You’ll fly one day, sweetheart." [break][break] Bell’s eyes fluttered open. The warmth that enveloped his body had all but faded when Lyra withdrew her hand. The feeling of the cold rain returned, bringing with it a sinking feeling that twisted his stomach into knots. A hardened frown overtook his features as he turned to look at her. He didn’t want her to stop. He didn’t want that warm, comforting feeling to end. It would be strange if he asked her to keep going, right? She probably would think he was a creep, like he was getting off on it or something. Right. She needed to get home, and he had a job to do. Besides, the last thing he needed to be thinking about was the past. He would attempt to beat the feeling down, toss it out, and compose himself. Like always, he would sweep it under the rug and try to forget about it. [break][break] Lyra’s eyes seemed to light up with excitement when he offered to fly her to the door. He shook the gloomy thoughts from his mind, she did not need to see that side of him. In his naivete, Bell he wouldn’t question if she actually lived in the manor. He forced a smile. “You have a lovely home,” He would say before lifting his wing and turning around. He crouched down and extended his other wing out before motioning for her to get on his back. Bell figured this would be for the best. He wouldn’t want her to slip out of his grip if he decided to hold her. “Just make sure you hold on, okay? I don’t exactly have flyer’s insurance.” He would joke with a light chuckle.
Lyra looked at Bell curiously. What was he thinking? She certainly enjoyed feeling his feathers, they were quite soft. Lyra's hands like a raccoons were very sensitive, she got a lot of feeling out of touch so she was probably enjoying herself just as much Bell. However, she wanted to manage herself. She had a job to do and her mind was stuck on it. She was a strong woman mentally, and wanted to complete her task. When Bell spoke about her lovely home she smiled. "Yeah It's really nice, I'm really quite lucky!" She continued to gaze at him with hazel eyes, curiously trying to read the expressions on his face. She wasn't quite sure what was going through his mind, and she expected that outcome but she curiously wondered what he was thinking about. "Should I ask him?" She thought to herself. "No, better not for now."
When Bell stretched out his wings, and bent down a bit to signal Lyra onto his back she looked at him again getting caught up on his eyes for a moment. She wasn't shocked or scared when connecting eye to eye in fact she was fine with locking eye contact for a few moments. "No flyer insurance? You better not drop me then. I'm shipped as fragile!" She added her own little joke to it. She was quite durable as a raccoon though. She felt like turning into a raccoon now was much better than walking all the way around his large wingspan. She began shifting her features becoming even smaller, her skin growing silver fur, and her face growing a black mask. Lyra went from a human into a medium sized raccoon. She chittered washing her paws in the rain water while she had the chance to. She waddled under his wing span to get to his back before wrapping her paws around his pant leg and climbing up.
She would pull on his pants quite heavily as she climbed up onto his back. Bell might experience some sharp pains from her claws digging into his skin, but nothing that wasn't tolerable. When she climbed onto his back she crawled up to stick her head over his shoulder and chittered happily when she was ready to take off. She pointed one hand out as if saying "Let's go" And then brought it back down to grasp on Bell's clothing. She did not want to fall off, so she was gripping with a good amount of strength. She was also lighter in this form, so Bell had less to carry. It was a win win for the both of them. Lyra felt more comfortable as a smaller animal with less of a terminal velocity, so falling was less dangerous in this form. She chittered once again to alert him she was in fact ready, and to get off that she was a bit nervous. Not like he'd pick that up though right?
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It was good to know that even with the dreary weather, his company was still in good spirits. Lyra’s witty come back wouldn’t fall on deaf ears. Despite his own worrying thoughts, Bell would find the strength to laugh at her joke. They were like two peas in a pod it seemed. Just being around her would coax a smile from Bell, his thoughts evolving from morose memories to something a little more upbeat. [break][break] This woman was good company. [break][break] “Hah, I’ll be sure not to drop you then.” Bell teased as he waited for her to climb on; He wasn’t expecting her to transform beforehand. Having a full-grown raccoon clamber up his pant leg wasn’t exactly the most pleasant experience. In fact, the sensation was quite jarring for a prey animal like him. The familiar recoiled upon feeling Lyra’s little raccoon paws grip the fabric of his jeans. Bell’s face twisted into a pained expression as she continued her ascent, her nails dug into his skin as she did so. His rooster side screamed at him to bare his spurs and kick her away but, in spite of his instincts, the man held steady. He honestly hadn’t experienced anything like this before. Usually, a rooster wouldn’t allow an animal like a raccoon to get anywhere this close to them, though Lyra would be an exception. “Your claws! W-Watch your claws!” Bell grunted between clenched teeth. [break][break] Lyra was quite precious once she found her perch. Bell raised a hand to gently pat the shifter on the head. All would be forgiven. How could he stay mad at a face like that? Even when her fur was being drenched by the falling rain, Lyra was still soft to the touch. At first, Bell was a bit weary of her shifting, but now he was certain her animal form would make this task easier. Surly, this was why she shifted to begin with. The familiar had to stifle a laugh when Lyra pointed forward with her paw and gave a little chatter that she was ready for take off. Even in this form, she was cute as hell! With a pleased grin, Bell would reply, “Roger!” [break][break] It took a running start to get off the ground, and a little extra effort on his end. Flying with waterlogged wings wasn’t the easiest task in the world, but Bell would make it work. (Too bad he wasn't a duck familiar.) The pair wasn’t flying very far, and besides, he had a cute girl he had to impress! Raindrops danced along his crimson wings as they soared over the main gate. If it wasn’t for the rain Bell would have tried to show off a bit. It was the rooster in him that craved that sort of attention. Thankfully, for Lyra's sake, he decided to take it easy. With a gentle dive, they coasted low. Bell placed a hand onto Lyra’s back as they made their way to the front door, the last thing he wanted was for her to be flung off when he decided to stop. When his boots hit the concrete walkway he skidded, wings fluffed out to slow him. Having an excellent sense of balance came in handy for times like this. “Thank you for choosing Bell Airlines.” The familiar would muse nonchalantly as he stopped right in front of the small set of stairs that lead to the front door. He would fold his wings in and take a step under the overhang. Even with his wet blonde hair clinging to his face, the familiar continued to smile. Thankfully, TRS uniforms were waterproof. “I do hope you enjoyed your short flight.” Bell crouched down to make things a little easier for Lyra, and half hoping not to feel those dreadful claws on his leg again. [break][break] “Maybe If I got your number we can fly again sometime?”
While Lyra climbed Bell's pant legs she could tell she was being a bit too grabby. She tried her best to not poke or claw Bell but it wasn't an easy battle. She felt especially bad when Bell spoke about her claws. She really should trim them she thought nervously. As she perched a top Bell's shoulder basically, he gave her a little pat. Lyra would be blushing a little bit had she been in her human form. Thankfully a nice black fur mask hid her face in this form, not that he was looking over his shoulder at her. She was glad that he seemed to enjoy her joke from earlier, and even seemed to register what her chitters meant as well. She was a happy raccoon after all. She couldn't help but internally smile, or the closest a raccoon could to smile, when he said "Roger!"
Gripping onto the fabric of his uniform, and not the skin, she carefully managed where her claws were going now to avoid scratching up Bell to harshly. She however gripped with all her might imagining flight to take a considerable amount of strength on Bell's part. He could easily toss her off if he wanted to right? It was best to take things safely. She gripped on as hard as she could, and when he took off into the air Lyra chittered almost as if her life was in danger. She wasn't expecting to be as afraid of heights as she was, she felt like Bell being the only thing keeping her up in the air was a little bit shifty. She was placing a lot of trust in this rooster and found it terrifying to be up in the air.
However after a few minutes she couldn't help but feel a bit lifted, her scared chittering stopped and replaced with silence as Bell glided his short distance through the air. When Bell landed and spoke about Bell airlines Lyra chittered Happily putting moving her hands from his shirt to feel up his neck. She got a lot of information through hand contact as a raccoon and it was interesting her to place her hands on his face. She moved her hands up his neck and began running her hands through his hair. She quickly stopped however trying to show more restraint. It was almost as if she placed her hand on his face, moved to his hair, all just to stop.
She was happy that Bell had supported her in the stop maneuver. She probably would have gone flying a little bit. When he bent down to let her off she quickly climbed down using his arms this time to swing off of them as she landed onto the deck near the Manor's entrance. She chittered happily as she transformed back into her human form, however this time she was drenched just as much as Bell, her Hair clinging to her.
"Sorry about scratching you," She said with a low voice, perking up a bit when she realized he asked for her number. She quickly rummaged through her bag and pulled out a pen. "Give me your arm," She said rather quickly. Lyra then attempted to write her burner phone's number on his arm. "You can reach me at that number," She wondered what use she could have for the security guard if not for a friend. She smiled putting the pen away. "Thanks for the flight, It was only a little scary!" She said honestly.
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Lyra was getting a bit too touchy-feely for Bell’s liking. The rooster wouldn’t have had any reservations if she was in her human form. In fact, he would have desired that kind of attention. What kind of rooster would he be if he didn’t pine for the affections of a beautiful hen? Well, unfortunately for Bell, this hen took the shape of a raccoon with very sharp claws. When Lyra felt up his neck, Bell flinched from touch. His features shifted from a cheeky grin to an uncomfortable grimace. It wasn’t until her little raccoon hands made their way to his hair that he’d had enough. Before he could voice his disapproval, she stopped. [break][break] Bell would watch in awe as the fluffy creature swung from his arm, landed, and transformed. The shift was so smooth. Lyra must have had a lot of practice. Bell wished he was capable of such a feat. Though, he doubted he’d ever reach that level of precision when it came to changing into his animal form. He was a familiar not a shifter. When Lyra spoke, he waved off her apology with a laugh. “It’s alright.” No harm, no foul. She didn’t scratch him up too much. “I should have expected as much.” [break][break] Bell could not help but to smile when the young woman took his arm and wrote down her number. HAHA! YES! It took everything he had not to voice his excitement. Glancing down at the number, he took a moment to memorize it. “It was my pleasure, Miss. Lyra.” [break][break] “It can be a bit scary if you’re not used to being in the air, but hit me up if you ever want to earn your wings.” The man would let Lyra fly with him, anytime, anywhere. Flying was one of Bell’s favorite pastimes. He truly felt at home amongst the fluffy white clouds and migrating birds. Having someone else fly with him was always a treat. The familiar would be damned if he enjoyed such a wonderful hobby alone. “I’d be more than happy to help you with that...and anything else you might need.” He flashed a wide grin and another playful wink. Bell hinted at something a little less kosher, though he wouldn't take it any further than that. Bell's inner rooster didn’t find anything wrong with telling her what he wanted, and it pushed for him to be a bit more aggressive about it. Thankfully, his human-side knew better. The last thing he wanted to do was to come off too pushy or needy. He knew he’d only scare her away if he did. With a stretch, Bell took a step back from the protection of the overhang and into the rain. “I suppose I should get going. I’ll be around if you need me, alright.” He waved before extending his wings and flying away.
Lyra watched Bell carefully, wondering exactly what she should do to get rid of the guy. After all she kind of needed to be left alone for this part of the heist. Sure enough as he continued to talk she figured she might as well nod along. She nodded along, ready to end the conversation with him, even though she did enjoy his company. When he spoke about leaving Lyra almost let out a sigh of relief, not really knowing what to say if he found out she couldn't open the door without pulling out her lockpicking gear. When he flew off Lyra waved in his direction with a smile, and as soon as he was out of sight she dug into her bag.
Grabbing out a tension tool, and a pick, she quickly went into the lock. It took a good 45 seconds, but after that the lock clicked open satisfyingly. She entered the home cautiously at first, clicking the lock back in place behind her. She smiled being in the rather large home felt like a small accomplishment, at least doing it so early felt that way. She made her way up into the bedrooms shoveling some of the jewelry in her bag. She even decided to put on some of the jewelry she had found, liking it very much. This was a big haul for her, and it made her very happy. She almost skipped through the halls room to room checking out all the valuables. After getting a good amount of stuff, and wearing a good amount of jewelry too she decided to make her way to the kitchen.
Turning on the stove, finding a pan, and then finding bacon she began making her breakfast for the day. She whistled softly as she began cooking up the delicious strips of bacon. She made her way to the pantry stealing some walnuts to munch on while she made food. She laid the bacon out on a plate covered in paper towels to soak up the grease. She then went and began cooking eggs, while at the same time toasting some brioche bread she had found. She wasn't a fan of brioche, but it was more expensive than regular bread. She made about 4 eggs, 8 strips of bacon, and 8 pieces of toast. She began assembling sandwiches out of the eggs, bacon, and toast. She was happy to get some protein in her diet. She was a raccoon, and raccoons could eat the eggs raw! She preferred to have a nice warm meal though, being a picky raccoon.
Little did Lyra know that she was being watched by a neighbor in the window as she cooked herself some breakfast.
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