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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With a light skip in his step, and a bright smile on his face, Bell continued his patrol as happy as a lark. He was drenched from head to toe, but that did not matter. A number and a prospect for a date would keep his spirits bright! While checking out the neighborhood, Bell’s mind ran through the gambit of ideas for a date. Dinner and a movie would be the best bet. You can’t go wrong with that. Nothing could get better than this! Well, It wasn’t until the Lorens’ elderly neighbor approached him that Bell realized his mistake. He'd been conned by a nice ass and pretty face. The rooster was absolutely fuming. The two came up with a plan. Bell would go to apprehend her while the older woman phoned the police. With a house key in hand, they went their separate ways. [break][break] Bell expelled a loud growl as soon as his boots hit the wet pavement walkway. His fluffy brows narrowed with frustration and his jaw set. Bell was still in a state of shock as he trudged up to the front door of the manor. He couldn’t believe he fell for such an obvious trick. The signs were there, but he failed to set aside his own ignorance to see the situation for what it really was. A shaky hand attempted to slip the key into the door. Still overcome with rage, the familiar fought against his anger, only managing to get the key in after a few tries. Then, with a permanent scowl plastered on his face, he flicked some rain water off his wings, twisted the knob and stepped inside. The rooster took great care not to make too much noise as he entered the lavish home. The last thing he wanted to do was let Lyra know he was there. He wanted to get the drop on her. Upon stepping over the threshold he was smacked in the face with the smoky smell of a breakfast being cooked. While most would find this particular scent delightfully nostalgic, Bell found it to be revolting, and borderline nauseating. It provoked a feeling of apprehension that his mind couldn’t shake. Usually, when there is breakfast there are eggs. The familiar was against eating any and all things that came from his feathered counterparts, it just felt wrong. After all, it could easily have been him on their breakfast plate. [break][break] Sunny side up: Nasty, you can still see the yolk! What kind of monster would eat eggs like that and enjoy it!? No, really, you have to be a fucking neanderthal to like this shit. Over Easy: You are truly disgusting. Go back into that dirty hole you crawled out of. Scrambled: What? Are you a damn sadist!? This is no better than putting a whole chick in a blinder for fuck’s sake! You need to get your priorities straight before I straighten them out for you!! Omelet: Are you proud of yourself? I’m done. I’m fucking done! [break][break] The bridge of his nose crinkled with disgust as he made his way through the foyer. Bright yellow eyes glanced around in awe, taking note of the framed family photos with the gold trim that clung to walls. The outlandishly expensive looking rug and lavish furnishings that decorated the interior was a bit much. Everything was placed with the utmost care it seemed. The inside of this manor was something Bell would have seen on the television or in a movie; uppity would be an understatement. [break][break] For a moment, his anger subsided as a feeling of awestruck wonder took over his thoughts. It wasn’t until he made it to the kitchen that his vexation resurfaced, hitting him hard like a ton of bricks. There she was, the lady of the hour, making herself breakfast in a home that didn’t even belong to her. Bell’s lips pursed as he leaned against the kitchen wall, his fury building and intensifying over the sight of her going about her business. Not only did she use him to get into this place, but she was cooking eggs as well. That was a double negative if he’d ever seen one, and to think just moments before he would have taken this woman out on a date. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and the deep red feathers on his wings fluffed up with irritation. Bell crossed his arms in front of his chest and, with a loud snort, made himself known. [break][break] “What the fuck are you doing?”
Lyra continued to cook her eggs with the yolk broken in. She liked making sandwichs without the yolk splattering out into the bread. She had finished cooking the eggs and had moved onto the bacon. If it wasn't for the sizzling bacon she would have for sure heard Bell entering the premises. However with the bacon sizzle she was focused on something else. His words cut into her surprising her. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Her tail shot up and bristled out as she was caught off guard. She flipped the bacon trying to act as innocent as possible. "Oh what are you doing inside my house? I~ I'm just making breakfast." She finished the bacon and casually made her way to assemble the sandwich. She assembled one, leaving the stove on, purposely letting the grease in the pan sizzle.
She turned to face him samich in one hand biting down on the homemade egg and bacon samich with cheese. She looked into his eyes seeing the anger leak out from his pupils. He knew. She groaned lightly scarfing down the samich. She was still wearing much more jewelry then she had on before, which probably didn't look good either. She also had goodies in her bag, not that he needed to know that. "Are you hungry? I have extra bacon" She smiled trying to stay on her toes in case he tried to be forceful with her. She left that pan sizzling for a reason. She stayed within arms reach of the sizzling pan, and looked at him with curiosity.
"You didn't call the police did you? I mean it would be a shame if we didn't get to see each other again." Lyra was still pretty happy about their meeting, and really wanted to stay friends. She knew it would probably not be the best idea, but he really was kind to her before. His anger seemed to take over his person now however, was this how he was naturally? Or was this anger from her lying. She sighed her ears twitching around listening for any other people that may be entering the house. She knew she had to leave now, someone gave him a key right? Two people, maybe one was dialing the police now.
"So your going to let me go right? So we can see each other again righto?" She asked innocently with a smile as if she wasn't in someone's house, the cutesy act was working before so she wasn't going to change her tune. "How about you give me a call sometime, and I'll just leave and go home!" She laughed innocently not keeping her eyes off of him. She was glad she gave him a burner number at least.
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"Oh what are you doing inside my house? I~ I'm just making breakfast." [break][break] Lyra’s words left the familiar speechless. Was she trying to provoke him? Bell was already fuming by this point. This obvious lie only stoked the flames of anger in his heart, it burned bright and hot like the sun. If Bell were any more cross he’d have plumes of smoke pouring out of his ears. Did she take him for a fool? Needless to say, he wasn’t the least bit amused. Bell’s exasperated expression seemed to be a permanent part of his being. Golden eyes continued to stare Lyra down, as if asking for her to make any sudden moves. “You can drop the bullshit, bitch. I already know you are lying.” Bell’s face flushed red as he watched her assemble the egg sandwich and take a bite out of it. Fluffy brows furrowed with intense repugnance. He looked like a child that was staring down a plate of broccoli. Only, in this instance, he was staring at a potential life being eaten. With a twisted stomach, Bell managed to growl, “Disgusting…” [break][break] The familiar was so preoccupied with the current situation that he didn’t pay any mind to the sizzling pan on the stove. His thoughts and woes were elsewhere. What made this state of affairs truly alarming was the fact that Lyra was so calm during the entire confrontation. The only hint that Bell had got was the bristling of her tail earlier when he initially spoke up. Was she used to doing this sort of thing and getting away with it? The shifter was trying to butter him up, but he was too far gone to fall for it. “No, I don’t want any fuckin’ bacon.” He hissed between clenched teeth. [break][break] “And to think I trusted you...” [break][break] “The police are already on their way, Lyra.” He leaned off the wall and began to walk toward her. Did she really think he was going to let her off the hook? To Bell's displeasure, the shifter continued to run her mouth. ”-Let you go? Are you stupid? You fuckin’ used me!!!” His voice cracked slightly as he barked his intense displeasure. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. Bell would make it his mission to put this woman behind bars. He would ignore her attempts to woo him into a false sense of security. The familiar already fell for her charms once, it wasn't going to work again. “I suggest you put your hands behind your back and surrender. Don't make me get rough with you.” He was slowly closing the distance between them. The closer he got, the more tense he became. The familiar was ready to sprint after her if she decided to run. [break][break] “Why is it always the hot ones that turn out to be the biggest fuckin’ bitches!?”
Lyra watched him carefully her ears piercing into his. She was prepped and prepared for anything at this point and took him coming closer as basically as him getting in her way to freedom. She had given him the chance to end this thing peacefully, and she was not going to jail. He called her a bitch? She groaned under her breath. "That wasn't very gentlemanly.." Her ears pointed downwards as she found herself being more sad than angry at him. She had to stand her ground, and she knew this, but would he really ever understand her reasoning for needing to use harmful action? When he said he didn't want her bacon her ears laid almost flat. Still putting up a cutesy act she spoke up. "But I make good bacon." She watched his actions carefully in case she needed to act by the way he approached her.
"And to think I trusted you" Those words hit her hard, she knew she didn't deserve any trust. She had to live her life somehow though right? How else was she supposed to get by, she only got paid so much from her father while doing Locksmithing, and she had wants that costed much more than average. Like affording a car, insurance, clothing, Lyra had some expensive tastes. She couldn't really explain this to him could she. "The police are on their way" Bell spoke and Lyra's heart began pumping. She knew it was probably true, but not until he said it did her adrenaline start kicking in. This was essentially kill or be killed for her now, this was her life, and he was threatening to send her to jail. She wasn't going to sit idly by and let this happen.
The sizzling of the pan was pretty loud, she could feel the heat coming off of it from where she was standing. When he began walking towards her she simply shouted. "S-Stay back!" Bell was basically cornering a wild animal at this point, she wasn't going to go to jail, he wasn't going to stop her. Despite not being the best fighter in the world, she would at least fight with all her might, and that made her dangerous and unpredictable in tense situations. He's not going to let her go, she knew this, but wished it was true. Lyra being somewhat intelligent dropped her hands behind her back, her heart pumping and her eyes clearly looking like a frightened animal.
As Bell approached to get close to her she quickly grabbed the pan on the burner and swung it as hard as she could exclaiming. "SORRY!" As the pan dinged loudly throughout the home smacking the rooster directly on the face, with burning grease as well. It was not going to feel good. Lyra didn't know how bad that was going to feel, but she needed to be sure he was down for the count so she could escape. She brought the pan back down and aimed for right between the legs. Smacking the thing as hard as she could in between the legs. The pants would at least protect him from the heat. She then dropped the pan, and began running aiming to get out the room as quickly as possible. "I thought you were quite charming!" She exclaimed as she bolted out of the room leaving the burner on.
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The familiar should have been more wary of the situation at hand. He was in a strange house with an equally strange shifter. One would think a TRS security guard would keep his wits about him in an unfamiliar environment. It was a shame this particular security guard was a reckless rooster with a scorching hot temper. With his anger guiding him, Bell would make a mistake that he would soon regret. The stakes were high for both parties involved. Lyra’s life was on the line at this point, and Bell had yet to realize he was about to trigger a fight or flight response from the younger woman. Blinded by his own rage, Bell was blissfully unaware that he was in real danger himself. His mind was clouded by his own troubling thoughts. Lyra would soon make it perfectly clear to him that she wasn’t going down without a fight. Like any frightened animal, she lashed out at him. Her attack left the ignorant familiar in pure agony. [break][break] Getting hit in the face with a frying pan full of hot grease was just about as painful as Bell had imagined it would be. The acute burning sensation that pulsed through his face was just as bad as the shit he had to deal with when he was still fighting in The Pit. It had been awhile since he felt this much discomfort, and to think the very one executing this attack was a woman he fancied. Bell took the blow, and ate it hard. The strike itself nearly knocked him unconscious. He would stagger and catch himself. If it wasn’t for his tenacity and grit, he would have been laid out right then and there. With adrenaline pumping hard in his veins, Bell wasn't going down so easily. The attack happened so fast, it took a moment for his mind to catch up. When it finally did, Lyra struck again, this time aiming for something a bit lower; Bell wasn’t prepared for it. Both attacks landed with devastating accuracy. He couldn’t talk- He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even curse her for playing as dirty as she did. All he could do was groan and drop. Bell fell to the floor with an arm around his stomach and a hand between his legs. His wings drooped and twitched with sheer agony. [break][break] The familiar could have sworn he heard the bitch compliment him before running off. What was she thinking? “F-Fuck...” He managed to choke out. All he could do was curl up and bear the pain. With his forehead pressed against the cold tile, he gritted his teeth. Bell felt absolutely powerless.
Lyra couldn't really hear if Bell was down for the count, but she assumed he was. She darted rather quickly up to the front door, seeing some police from out the view. She needed to keep herself from being spotted, so she headed her way to the back instead. They had probably just arrived and had been talking to whoever was working with Bell in order to get him in the house. She had to make her way back through the kitchen where she ran into Bell, although he seemed to be incapacitated still. The Pan was still sizzling hot as it laid on the floor.
"I was never here!" She slunk past him making her way out the back door. She slid the door open and began running through the backyard. She made her way to the fencing and began shifting into a raccoon. The bars were thick enough for her to slip through as a raccoon. She chittered as she took off as a little raccoon making her way through the streets. The cops didn't seem to spot her as she made her way through the back of the street. Using her small stature to walk on some of the fences she slipped her way through most of the block. After getting back to an open area she transformed back into her human form.
Making her way to look down at the house from the end of the street she sighed heavily. "That was close.." She muttered while making her way back home.
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If it wasn’t for the pain in his groin, then Bell's face would be feeling the brunt of it all. This was what he got for letting his guard down and flirting with every pretty face that came his way, something like this was bound to happen eventually. By the end of the day his face would be swelling something fierce, he just knew it. Bell cursed to himself as he continued to linger on the floor. There wasn't much he could do at the time, and he absolutely hated it! (If Bell were still half the man he was when he was younger, he would have endured both blows and kept fighting. But, alas, time has not been too kind to him. The familiar is all washed up.) The troublesome shifter managed to subdue him without much trouble at all. [break][break] Bell could hear Lyra moving around from his position on the tile floor. Subtle scuffing, footsteps that would stop suddenly, she had to be looking for a way out- He still had a chance. Get up! Get up, damn it!! The familiar stirred, attempting to push himself to his feet. It wasn't until he heard Lyra speak that he managed to yell out, “FUCK YOU!!” Lyra had the gall to tease him on her way to the back door. This comment was enough to light a fire under the familiar’s feet, and give him the strength to stand. It was unfortunate that by the time Bell stood she was gone, it was too late. Surly, Lyra wouldn’t have been stupid enough to stick around. With her raccoon form's speed, she could have been a block away by now. With a growl, the familiar turned off the burner. [break][break] His first patrol was a bust. [break][break] One police statement later, and Bell was lying in a TRS medical ward bed. The familiar was all patched up and looking a bit worse for wear. It was then that Bell made a silent vow that he would wring Lyra’s neck if he ever saw her again. Wait a minute... A wide grin lit up his face as he eyed his phone that was sitting on a small table next to him. [break][break] The day wasn’t a total loss. Bell still had her number.
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