Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 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.
Lyra woke up a little late today, after waking up she quickly sped over to the laptop beside her bed. An unread message was sitting in his inbox labelled "Your safe" Lyra opened the attachment on the message which gave her a simple layout of some Taxidermy business that was apparently laundering money through the sales of stuffed animals. "I wonder if that is the only thing they are doing.." Lyra spoke to herself calmly. After reading the address, and where the apparent safe was located Lyra then planned on checking out this store. She wasn't sure she would be able to target the safe while she was there but at least some reconnaissance could prove useful. Lyra made her way to the closet to grab a black and red dress. She changed rather quickly out of her pajamas and made her way to the fridge. Lyra often kept her fridge empty because she saved on food costs by stealing food. She groaned knowing that she'd either have to steal something along the way, or actually pay for something.
Lyra was still carrying some cash from previous heists, she was fine with paying for things, but liked to horde money. She smiled grabbing some things from her room, to put in her over the shoulder bag, which included a lock pick set, a stethoscope, binoculars, and a few other odd items. Lyra made her way outside the apartment locking the door when she left. Making her way down the somewhat cramped hallways she took the stairs to get to the ground floor. Upon making it outside she realized the time. It was already at least 1pm. She chuckled to herself, not liking the mornings very much anyways. The day was perfectly clear otherwise, not a cloud in the sky.
She made her way to the business district, taking her about 30 minutes from her apartment, as she was lucky and the place wasn't all that far from business district. She wondered if she would be coming across any thieves on her stakeout, probably not as a taxidermy place wasn't a typical spot that was going to get hit, but the place was known for crime, not her usual stake out location, she hit wealthier areas with less competition. She strolled her way through the streets, her bag with enough space to hold a wealthy amount of money, and possibly jewelry if she was lucky. She passed by a burrito bar and grabbed herself a nice sized burrito to eat while on the go. She ate her burrito, but it was so large it would for sure take more than a few bites to finish. Holding her burrito with two hands she walked over to Ted's Taxidermy.
She made her way inside, the smell of some dust hitting her nose. The place was carpeted with a dark brown carpet, and many taxidermied animals from badgers to squirrels, and even some larger animals like coyotes. She made her way to the front desk, where a nice little bell was seated with a small sign saying to ring the bell for service. Lyra smiled making her way into the back of the taxidermied animals. She quickly began scanning the area for cameras. There was 3 cameras, and it appeared they had good coverage of the store, although well hidden. Lyra could tell that they were cameras because she frequently checks on the different types, and installation methods involved.
She became a bit distracted by the animals and began peering down at the medium sized creatures. Badger, Badger, Possum, Raccoon, Raccoon!? Lyra's tail bristled out as she noticed the raccoon in an angry stance with it's arms out like it was getting ready to scratch its attacker. She bent down grabbing the raccoon piece of art, and she began sliding it behind the other animals. "No thank you, I don't want to see that." She spoke softly to herself. It was at this time that someone came up to the front desk, probably because they spotted Lyra on the cameras. It was an older man, although he looked in good shape and had a decent build on him. Was this Ted? He wore a dark leather jacket and a beanie hat, and sported a long thick gray beard. Lyra stayed bent down in the darker area hiding the taxidermied raccoon behind a few possums. "Don't worry brother, you'll be safe now. She was finally able to completely hide the raccoon, and she sighed in relief, her tail un-bristling itself. Lyra stood up after hiding the animals to peer around the room a bit more, it was dark, and she was looking for the locked door to the upper section of the Taxidermy business. The safe was up there.
To those morning-people - or otherwise the unfortunate members of the workforce scattering the bus stop - was a soundtrack of something bright and persistent: a bell, where it rang across the series of overhangs and neighboring parking lots. The girls stood behind signs denoting warded property in their well of solidarity, at a fold-out table of their own with pamphlets, paper signs, and miscellania. The one with the bell stood out with a heavy jacket in still summer air, and she maintained in her tone a cross of listlessness and stoicism. Asami called, "Donate to LU For All. Earn a raffle ticket." [break][break]
The other business: the distant come-and-go as workers crossed from a gas station across the freeway to their parked shipping trucks. Crates passed through their hands — working fast; the zip on some of these packages meant they were going to Brief Street in the Business District. The stores closed between three to four this season. The stress of it shone on the oldest of them: heavy clothing like herself; signature beard; cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth. He fumbled with a lighter and his eyes watched her darkly. [break][break]
"Donate to L-F-A," Asami called. "Earn a raffle ticket. Defend equal rights for all." [break][break]
The man said to the rest of the crew: "How can you be a 'Salvation Army' for people without salvation?" Whatever he thought she was, he assumed he couldn't hear her. [break][break]
"Donate to L-F-A." [break][break]
"Ain't she a little girl? Parents should've kept her out of politics." [break][break]
Damn she hated this area. Everyone was a thug. [break][break]
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The blinds were closed, and the yussie leapt back as the back door flew off the hinges to hit him squarely in the chest. Club scraping behind her as she marched: in the dark, she was darker, muttering behind the snarling facade of a fox, eyes and mouth lined kabuki-red. "Place smells like a yeast infection."[break][break]
Already, the asshole was yelling from the front.[break][break]
His coworker flailed on the ground and she smelled something surefire-sulfur: Asami dashed around and kicked the guy in the side. Nothing warm passed her — no success, just the gurgling and thrashing of the downed. Too bad I can't carry. This would be over already.[break][break]
The irony was she probably wouldn't leave until she got a real fight.[break][break]
Likely, he saw a lot of things in the taxidermy business, but this assailer was essentially blind - that made her an unknown; the unknown wrought terror in spite of height, in spite of no spells of her own. What Asami sat on his chest was about as tall as she was, and it honestly took a lot not to crush him from how torpid he turned with fear. She spoke in a rasp and with a sharp purpose so that her voice carried, snarking, "Hey, dirt-bag. This is a stick-up, get it? I'm not here for the petting zoo: I'm here for your fucking money."[break][break]
[attr="class","torchic-notes"] I never know what to do with NPCs in 1x1s... I'll leave it to you next post! We could switch off later too if you want.
Lyra could hear a loud noise escape from the back of the taxidermy office. Had someone broken into the back? She peered in the direction where the man in the front who had all his attention on her had turned his focus towards whatever was going on over there. She made her way towards the front desk as the man in the front began yelling at whoever had busted into the back. The man at the front, who had a clear line of sight to whoever had busted in, ran in the direction of the break in. Lyra kept low as she moved her way toward the front desk. She then popped her head over the desk to see who was causing this commotion.
It looked like a young girl wearing a fox mask, while carrying a club? Lyra's heart immediately began to race as she felt her life might be in some sort of danger. The body of the person looked rather small, but she carried enough force to push the door out? And tackle the other coworker to the ground? Lyra groaned, "I guess this is my shot!"[/b] She muttered to herself sneaking around the back of the desk.
The man from the front of the desk however decided to make it his objective to try and get the young lady off of his co worker. "Hey! You can't be here, don't you know who your messing with!" He grabbed his own baseball bat as he approached the young woman with a fox mask. He spoke calmly and with confidence. "You best get off this property before I swing." Lyra had snuck her way to the door leading to upstairs by this point. She looked at the lock curiously. It wasn't a very strong lock, just a regular 6-pin. She searched through her bag pulling out her tension tool and lockpick. She eyed over her shoulder to see if the situation going on was still covering her ass, and it appeared to still be going on.
She put the tensioning tool inside the key hole and began tensioning the lock. She quickly brought her lockpick into the keyhole again and began mumbling to herself. "Set in 1st,""Click out of three" After about 45 seconds the lock was open. She turned the knob, opening the door partially. She then placed her lockpick tools back in her over the shoulder bag. Lyra then decided to open the door, where she was greeted with a row of three more burly men. The first quickly yelled at Lyra. "What do you think your doing?!" He yelled as he made his way down the stairs. "I got this one, you two help out the man on the ground."
Lyra squealed as she quickly tried to turn around and run. However the first man quickly grabbed her by the hair and began dragging her to the front desk while the remaining two men went to back up the men who were attacked by the other woman.
Lyra began flailing about as she tried to get out of the hair-lock. She turned so her hair was twisted and getting into her face, and began kicking for the one area she knew to hit. The groin. She kicked hard, and sure enough she was lucky enough to hit, but not dead on. The man dropped his grip for a brief moment to grab his nuts. Lyra then attempted to hit him with her hands but it didn't do very much. The man grabbed her in the hands and began forcing her back onto the desk. Lyra screamed "RUUUGHH!" and kicked at the guy, her hair getting all messy. Lyra wasn't the best fighter, and was now in view of the other attacker.
(I'm fine with us swapping control of the npcs as we post) @asami
BEHIND THE MASK with her ears obfuscated and her hair pinned away, there were no distractions. Everything jumped out vivid and eminent: the smell of neglect from the back storage room; the emotions blooming from the man at her feet thrumming off the shelves and stock– and then the absence of things. The open air between this entryway and the rest of the store insisting the absence of agents or preservatives. The absence of gunpowder.[break][break]
When the familiar voice mumbled he would swing, Asami already knew it all. No sooner than that, he went flying across the room – BAMF! – smashing against the opposite wall. Leaving Asami to kick his weapon listlessly, wondering allowed, "Did he hear the part about a stick-up?"[break][break]
She confirmed he was unconscious; no sooner, two more thugs blitzed across at her. When one hesitated, Asami whisked into range of the first– dodged a heavy fist– ducked him out to the other direction. As expected: too big to respond immediately. But she could do heavy, too: Asami took that window to brace and bludgeon. The man staggered, clutching his right ribs.[break][break]
"Don't come up," she rasped, kanabo poised on her shoulder.[break][break]
He fell to one knee.[break][break]
Overlooking him: the other goon was felt moving closely behind his backup, soon to learn that wariness meant nothing when she vaulted over the back of the fallen man, using the momentum of her weapon to smash down at the ground before the man's feet. He immediately closed on the whiff, moving in. But that same momentum loosed the weapon from Asami's hands, and she abandoned her club and rolled to escape the incoming attack.[break][break]
The punch whisked past; she landed one of her own, straight in his stomach. He rocked back – she struck again – he clearly not expecting it to hit as hard as it did, and tripped over himself, backwards, and fell, cringing and grabbing his stomach.[break][break]
The first thug, still conscious, climbed to his feet– "MMF, MMF!" Wait, wait. Just as Asami closed in, the man's hand that wasn't gripping his side was waving within that open space. Likely, he was begging a truce.[break][break]
The world exploding around her head– everything melting– the heat and the distance– the shot of fire burning hungrily. And she reacted before she could feel it. That vivid world painted through vibration and smell blurred into streaks as Asami cleared the distant between herself and the shelf-stocker who had braved to come up again.[break][break]
She hauled away. His shouting nearly stifled the click of the front door – what a pussy. The first one gone, the second one fallen, and the sound of newfound struggle filling the air. Some girl screaming.[break][break]
"Damn it." She half-shifted.[break][break]
Damn it!" How many seconds did she have!?[break][break]
Everything had been committed to plan. Everything had been meticulously crafted around the upcoming moon cycle, the location of the store, the time it closed. And here Asami was climbing a staircase with reflexes faster than she could comprehend, the left half of her snarling fox-face dark with soot, her mind racing with how and why and did that asshole take my club? [break][break]
Lyra found herself struggling against this burly man. It took everything she had, her wits, her strength, and her dexterity. She kicked again twisting so that the kick would land between his legs. The man was bracing for that type of attack now so it was hard to get a complete shot off on him. He held tight onto Lyra's arms as she figured it might be easier to run away. She began shifting into her raccoon form, her hands and shape getting smaller in his hands. Without Lyra in front of him the man had to step forward. Lyra quickly shifting back into her human form in order to reach her leg out to trip the guy. The burly man ended up stumbling forward, Lyra stepping to the side in order to avoid his falling. He held onto her Hair however and that made it so Lyra's head was jerked towards the direction the man was falling.
It wasn't until the man's head cracked against the counter top that they were standing in front of that he lost consciousness. A loud thud echoed, even among the loud noises in the background. Lyra squealed a little bit not wanting to do that much damage to the guy. She was lucky, and she knew it. This wasn't a matter of her skill at fighting. Lyra got a good view of the rest of the taxidermy office now, with the other men seemingly incapacitated or too scared to do anything else.
Lyra sighed brushing off her dress as she went to casually make her way upstairs. Before she did the younger looking lady dashed past her making her way up the stairs. "OH great! Now I have to contend with that?!" She thought to herself. "No, there's no way they know how to crack the safe up there, they'll need me if they want it" She thought to herself.
She casually made her way up the stairs knowing that there would be more guards ahead. Her ears went flat, as she was scared that she might have to face more people. According to her intel there was at least 2 more men in the building. Maybe the other lady will deal with the situation for her she thought to herself.
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