Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Murphy's Law. The fundamental law meaning anything that could potentially go awry with a plan would happen. A saying established in the 1940s which was believed to possess its origins with members of the armed forces during World War II. Many attempting to prepare for circumstances turning rotten, however, at times these moments could not be halted by the meagre existence of a back plan or on-the-fly strategy. As it stood, Felix discovered himself being escorted down the hallways after a brilliant demonstration of the infamous "Murphy's Law".
Eavesdropping on shady occurrences near a back alleyway in the outskirts, in hindsight, was a dangerous plan. Alas, when people chattered in his ears about the existence of Assembly members in the area associating with the local gangs, things changed... The risk was assessed, weighed and shortly viewed as worthwhile considering the information they could receive. Therefore, Felix lurked alongside Bruce for hours, listening in on some illegal deals. His bodyguard murmured about calling in for assistance, he recklessly insisted they remain silent for now.
In the presence of law enforcement, criminals, including Assembly members, hastily became tight-lipped. Therefore, Felix's sponge-like mind would best discover information overhearing the words of possible felons as opposed to arresting them. An error in judgement resulted in heavy-handed consequences falling atop himself and Bruce. Their location had been tipped off and shortly, the gang gathered to wreak havoc among those attempting to gather their information. The altercation was met with Bruce scooping him up and shielding his client while Felix spouted information over a radio.
To worsen matters, no crucial information in regards to the Assembly were discovered. A false lead, unfortunately, however, the people involved in the assault were promptly arrested and detained. Alas, it left Felix following the escort of those assisting his wounded protector to the medical ward. Low-class diagnostics were accomplished by the escorts as they spoke about a potentially broken nose, gashes across Bruce's back and several large bruises. Sadly, they believed the possibility of more extensive injuries being hidden beneath a stoic facade.
Dragons reserved the ability to suppress painful sensations after all... Silently, the blind man followed, ashamed of his foolish pushing, however, too proud to confess those emotions in front of everybody. Perhaps when he entered a more secluded location with his bodyguard he would apologize for his thoughtless decisions. The entire reason Felix retained zero injuries was because of Bruce's protective instincts. Without the actions of the courageous bodyguard, the informant would have suffered severe consequences for procuring the useless information.
Concerns were exchanged between the escorts as they assisted Bruce through the hallways. Through the high-precision static waves sent from Felix, the gifted man noted the sluggish nature of his guardian's walking. The manner his feet shuffled, the slouching of his back and ultimately the subtle limp to his left leg. Compared to the well-manner, straight-postured protector he familiarized himself with, this was a frightfully stark contrast. Fortunately, the TRS proved willing to provide medical attention seeing as Bruce was considered an asset to their efforts.
Somebody needed to protect the young man capable of remembering a word should it be repeated a single time. The vivid descriptions of a situation Felix could provide accompanied by Bruce's colouring in of the suspects, quite literally, the pair were a powerful team. Their powerful partnership became the foundation of a respectable relationship between Felix and Bruce. Together, they proved more useful, therefore, Felix begrudgingly accepted the dragon's assistance. As much as he craved independence, he could never inform somebody of colours.
Gradually, they reached a vacant room where the escorts stated a medical profession was situated. One opened the door before bringing Bruce into the room and assisting him in a sitting position on the examination table. Words would inevitably be exchanged between the escorts and the medic. Through the conversation, Felix followed, not dissuaded by the possibility of a healer requiring privacy with the patient. If anything, the blind man believed he deserved to listen to the extensive list of injuries caused by his folly as punishment.
Therefore, without hesitation, he discovered a chair in the corner and stationed himself there. He promptly positioned himself, right leg crossing over the left while his hands met atop the cane. It felt proper in Felix's mind to position himself like this, alas, the true judge would be perspective.
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It just so happened that Heitiare was visiting today. Whenever possible, he found himself lending his help here, knowing that many members often found themselves injured while being engaged by an enemy or blindsided by a fight. It was the often unfortunate side effect of the job. It worried him about his sister quite often, though as the years had gone by he had learned that she was quite capable of taking care of herself. Strong, resilient, and watching over others - they did share quite a few personality traits - didn’t they?
His big sister had been happy to see him today, her long braid of blonde hair framing a smiling face as she greeted him as usual. He knew that she wanted him to join her as an official worker here - but he was still undecided. He supported their cause - to be sure - but they were also not the only ones who needed his help at any moment. His heart often lead him to travel to where he was needed, and he wasn’t sure that he could give that up.
Frowning slightly as he found himself deep in thought, he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sounds of nearing footsteps, causing his sister to give him a pat on the head and slip away to presumably go check on one of her duties. It was a habit she had leftover from where he was young, though he didn’t see the point in complaining about a harmless gesture. It was a familial sort of affection, innocent and familiar, and though he was no longer a child he could understand it. His sister was a big part of his upbringing - she had been the one to teach him how to tap into his healing prowess.
Tilting his head slightly as others came into the room, Heitiare is quiet as he listens. Willing to help, he quietly answers them back, cerulean gaze drifting towards the other who seats himself in a corner. Once the others had been certain that he was able to help moved on, he paused for a small moment, the quiet stretching on. It was not unusual for injured parties to have a companion or moral support, and Heitiare was not the kind to ask one to leave. Not unless it was looking bad, anyways.
Gingerly placing a hand on the injured party, Heitiare closes his eyes for a moment. “I’m certain you don’t need me to tell you this, but do make sure to be careful out there.” Heitiare’s voice isn’t accusatory, merely gentle and concerned. A soft glow plays around his fingers, as his healing intent reaches through to the damages of the other.
Working healing through the contact point, Heitiare sighs lightly, concentrating on taking the worst off so that things would be okay. His breathing is calm, rhythmic, and as always is dutiful at clearing up the worst of the damages. “You were quite beaten up..” Heitiare’s voice was soothing, as he paused slightly.“Luckily for you, you’ll be okay now. If you can ... try to take it a little easy for a bit.”
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Silently, Felix listened to the suffrances inflicted onto his bodyguard. The damaged condition of the brave dragon summoned self discourse in the blind informant. His follies in the recent mission were prevalent with every spoken injury. Every mention of a wound another example on why the plan was disastrous. The craving to prove usefulness outweighed common sense in a foolish instance, leaving the informant stationed on the chair and listening. It left the blind man quietly chastised himself over the reckless choices made in the name of useless information.
Bruce was injured, there was nothing valuable to report and should the information be held carefully under wraps, they would expect further observation. Everything about the mission was decimated, shattered because of his beliefs he could gather what the TRS craved. From beyond Felix's mulling over failure was Bruce, sitting hushedly as the medic treated him kindly. The magic was used to recover the injuries were welcomed, the bodyguard easing as the pain lessened. There was subtle ease to Bruce's breathing from the positive sensations of wounds mending.
A soft appreciation entered the bodyguard's eyes as he listened to the stranger's words. He nodded at the gentle suggestions, listening to the professional's advice.
"Thank you," he answered, a hint of weariness in his voice.
Gradually, Bruce rose from the medical bed, his eyes shifting to his blind charge. Weariness shifted to seriousness as he walked passed the medic and stood before Felix. The informant's eyes noticed the movement through the high-precision static shifts. His eyes locked onto Bruce, making it difficult for people to confirm his medical condition.
"You should get looked at as well," Bruce suggested with a thick sternness to his voice.
The bodyguard knew his charge. Lusting for independence kept him from accepting assistance, therefore, the stern-nature of his voice arrived naturally. A frown displayed itself on Felix's face as he straightened his back, his distaste for the suggestion hidden beneath a phlegmatic mask.
"I was not injured, you defended me," Felix countered.
Neutrally, the informant spoke, words carrying barely audible hints of stubbornness. He was determined to prove his capabilities, alas, he seemed keen on making nothing easy. Was it intention? No, Felix never wanted to hassle Bruce, but the responses were automatic. A soft sigh escaped Bruce's lips as he crossed his arms and stared down the blind man.
"Felix, I implore you to at least get checked over. I refuse to leave here until you at least get a once over," the bodyguard insisted. "The situation was dire and it is best to assure everything is alright. Then we can go give the report."
A gentle sigh breezed through his lips as Felix finally stood from the chair. Arguing with Bruce longer would bring them nowhere, thus, he decided to submit. The blind man leaned the cane against the wall before heading towards the examination table to pull himself up.
"As for the report, there is nothing. Everything we discovered is of minimal value to the TRS, I assure you," Felix informed Bruce. "The most I could provide is the well-educated assumption of no upfront Assembly involvement, but the possibility still existing."
Information from the mission was limited, and Felix despised it. Failure haunted the informant as he sat on the medical table, silent. Glimpses of it were evident in the tense-nature of jaw, as though a nervousness crawled over his shoulders and chilling his spine. He wanted to prove himself youthful, but here he sat, information limited.
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Heitiare was quiet, gentle whenever he found himself caring for others. His only response to the thank you was a slight nod, a serene smile playing over his lips. Not enough people seemed to take care of themselves these days - so he always tried his best to make sure they would be okay when they finally did pay attention to themselves. In a world like this, it was the least he could do - just a little bit of care to give back to all the good he has had for himself.
He closed his eyes briefly, though he could hear them conversing in the distance. It wasn’t really his place to intrude or comment - though based on their talk it seemed like they were familiar with each other. It was clear that there was concern there as well, something that the angel could understand. His cerulean eyes opened again when he heard movement - tilting his head a little in curiosity. It seems they had managed to come to a decision.
”He seems to be worried about your well-being. A little check can’t hurt, right?” Heitiare’s voice is light and soothing, stepping forward again to gently rest a hand on the other. A soft glow began to crawl over his hand as he used the energy to check the other. Hmm... gently suffusing the contact point with a gentle healing wave, Heitiare didn’t sense anything dangerous. It seems that his companion had indeed bore the brunt of the damage. If he was to hazard a guess, it was that one was the rather obvious protector in this situation.
Removing his hand again, Heitiare glances between them. ”I would say you’re good to go too...” Heitiare pauses a moment before considering. ”Is there anything else you would like to ask? I’m not in that big of a rush - as far as I’m aware nobody else needs help at this time.” Some part of him hoped they wanted to talk a little bit, as it would be a while before Astreia would be able to duck back in and visit.
A topic of conversation - oh! There was an easy one. ”How long have you been around here? My sister works here - I wonder if maybe you’ve met? Her name is Astreia.” Heitiare wasn’t wanting to pry, not really - but he was curious. His sister did want him to consider joining the TRS - though Heitiare would feel much more comfortable doing so if he knew just a little more about those that she worked with.
There was a chance they hadn’t met - or even heard of her, but he could still hold onto a slim chance. His sister was brave and beautiful, and she was always friendly to the people she surrounded herself with. She liked making friends and avoiding leaving others feeling left out- as well as being known for her fair judgement. Heitiare was certain that those that did know her liked her, or at least hoped they did.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Begrudgingly, Felix obeyed the wishes of his shield. Wounds were a devastating infliction at times he comprehended, however, the blind man was aware of his condition. The hasty instincts of Bruce's protectiveness allowed the informant to avoid being damaged by the enemy. The TRS informant adjusted his sitting position until comfortable on the uncomfortable examination table. His ears listened to the sounds of movement as Bruce took a few steps closer to the wall and leaned against it. The bodyguard appeared exhausted after the amount of exertion placed on his large shoulders.
The vexed young informant awaited the assistance of the medic. Carefully, his hand reached up, adjusted the rounded black-tinted glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose. Then the softest voice reached his ears, something gentle like a lullaby and calming as the rhythmic waves washing over a beach in idle. The concerns dissipated slightly still existed in his mind but soothed by the comforting tone of the mysterious medic. Few people managed to summon a sense of calmness for the young informant, but no complaints would be registered.
A gentle sigh breezed through the slightly parted lips of Felix's lips. Independence screamed against it, however, the TRS informant understood it was true.
"I suppose you are correct," he agreed quietly.
Silently, Felix allowed the stranger to begin the process of the magical examination. The magic crawled over the informant's skin, noticed by a soft warmth, hardly noticed. Although, a single trait overwhelmed the Felix as suddenly, things changed. Beyond his thought process, something flickered, a slight change from the constant darkness. Vision lightened, something that widened Felix's eyes in confusion as nothing discernible appeared, merely a slight shift in lighting. Then it disappeared, leaving him into the dark.
Words were stated, a distant blur as Felix found himself staring forward, thoughts churning. What happened?! What did this medic manage?! He heard the questions leaving the medic's lips, but his thoughts focused on the peculiar sensation maybe, that filtered through his body. As the questions ended, Felix never answered.
"What did you do, may I ask?" The informant asked quietly.
Confusion struck Felix's mind because of strange magic cast upon him. He needed to know what happened, it was crucial! Something beyond the gifted man's thoughts of possibilities occurred, and he wanted to break this down and make logic of it. A realm of possibilities existed, although, none appeared plausible, leaving Felix stumped. Such a shift in an underused and turned useless sense made sight never a thought. His eyes were incapable, malformed and left to never grant him the illustrious gift of seeing the world for all its beauty.
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It takes a lot more care to be a healer than many give it credit for, and many don’t really think it through. You became responsible for the very lives of others, as well as taking care of them to nurture their health. It was an often-times draining sort of work, but rewarding should it be done well. Things didn’t always go the way that would be preferred, and those in the medical field are more aware of this than most. Sometimes they didn’t make it, or even worse had horrible limitations on their quality of life. Sometimes you have to come to terms with the fact that there’s nothing you can do.
Thankfully, today was not a reflection of any of that. It was not anything that Heitiare couldn’t handle, or he would have surely felt quite bad. As it is he is quite curious of them - since they seem like they might know his sister. He would naturally want to get to know them just a little bit based on that alone. Heitiare was merely happy that he had managed to help them - especially since he had been unsure if any other healers had been readily available. Even if there had been - he also was unaware of how skilled they might be. It was still helping them though, and the angel was almost certain they were probably overworked enough as it was. A lot of hunters probably got hurt quite often.
His sister probably helped where she could with that, and he was proud of her. She was technically a hunter, but she was also the one who had taught him all he knew about the art of healing. She had believed in him, nurturing his want and desire to help others. He always tried his best, not only to feel accomplished, but for the betterment of those around him. Shining a little lamp in a sea of darkness, as his mother would say. A guiding hand outstretched to those in darkness, or who desperately needed help staying afloat. You never know what someone needed, so it was best to always be prepared.
His words hung in the air for a little, the stillness of silence settling in. Here was the moment of truth - did they know her? Or was she not quite well-known just yet? ”What did I...?” He echoed the question, just a little puzzled. Oh ... had his sensing magic been noticed? Maybe other healers didn’t use their abilities in quite the same way?
”I used my healing magic to make sure there wasn’t anything wrong...and I gave you a little boost to make certain of it.” He explained softly, hoping that he hadn’t stepped over some invisible line. A few people before hadn’t had experience with magical form healing, though most hadn’t reacted that much. Had something happened to cause such a question? Or was it mere curiosity?
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Perplexed thoughts consumed the blind informant with every passing second. A sensation and cause peculiar in nature maintaining the activity of his ever-churning mind. Whatever happened was unlike anything experienced in his previous encounters with other TRS medical staff. Logical conclusions refused proper formation from an overwhelming lack of information in regards to what occurred. He desired the required knowledge as every instinct to make sense of the happening screamed similar to a blaring alarm.
The strange instance distracted Felix entirely, leaving him unaware of the medic's inquiries in regards to his sister. An explanation was provided, the man stating he merely accomplished the basic action of using healing magic. There was nothing bizarre about enacting the usage of healing magic to verify injured locations, rather, somebody would claim it was a regular occurrence. A soft 'hmm' hummed through Felix's lips as one of his brows raised, creating a pensive expression as his mind churned.
"Felix?" The bodyguard's words disturbed his thoughts.
Rather than switch focus, Felix waved him off. A sign of wellness, but vague method of stating I'm curious. The blind man extended his hand to the mysterious medic. He desired to discover what happened upon his healing check. Unlike the numerous medics Felix visited over his years of attendance in the TRS, nobody managed to manifest this oddity. Therefore, he craved to discover what happened, his mind revolving around the distinct memory that flashed before him. Something different from the perpetual world he grew up in throughout his entire life.
"I am not entirely certain about what happened... However, if you are willing to indulge me in experimenting, can you do it again?" The blind informant requested. "A sensation... if that could even be considered the word, occurred of which I never felt before."
The blind informant was hopeful the man would oblige. Feasting his curiosities was a constant wish of Felix's. A characteristic spawned by desires for intellect and appraisal in those fields. Enhanced memory made Felix best suited as a library of information rather than anything else. Alas, the young man possessed his limitations from being sightless, thus, he made efforts to learn where possible. It was everything he could accomplish given his cruel situation after all.
A soft sigh whispered through Bruce's lips, however, the bodyguard maintained silence. From months of working with the blind man, he long learned nothing could cease the intense knowledge craving. If anything, attempting to stop the young man would be a waste of time and energy.
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Had he done something wrong? He really hoped that wasn’t the case, merely wishing to check as he had asked. Was his method different than the others? There was a chance he did things differently, and now it had him curious. There was a chance in all of this, that someone knew things that he did not.
For now he would drop the questions regarding his sister, as there would surely be chances to ask again at another time. For now, there was a different sort of question at hand. The mood had shifted away from more casual conversation with this, so he would naturally adapt. It seemed some sort of something had indeed happened, and they were set to figure it out. It didn’t seem inherently bad, or anything like that. Otherwise, such would have surely been said.
The angel’s gentle face was concerned but curious, as he considered. Would he be able to help the other figure out what had happened? Taking the hand extended towards him, his grip is light and gentle. The contact was more than enough, he could use his magic again. A soothing pulse started to emit, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment. Would it happen again? Well, surely he was about to find out.
”Okay ... here we go. Maybe it will happen again...” His vocals are smooth and gentle, his eyes opening again slightly. A gentle glow emitted from the contact point - engulfing his hand. The light was white, slightly giving off prismic rainbow like flashes. As before, he could not sense any damages from the excursion they had been on.
”Is it happening again? I’ll keep holding on until you wish for me to stop this time.” His blue eyes remain partially lidded, a tingling sensation fuzzing over his fingertips and palm. It was a familiar sensation, so it bothered him not. Hopefully it was working, and not providing a disappointment. He was sure he’d soon find out, progress or a standstill.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]When perplexed, one must pursue the possible answers to gain further knowledge. The concept was one frequently followed by Felix, partially caused by his occupation. Informants were designed to gather intelligence, although, regularly this involved correlating facts to brought about theories, possibilities or general knowledge. Yet, the blind man discovered himself pursuing data related to the recent unfolding of events amidst the medical ward. Unlike a portion of situation, Felix was unable to brush away the strange, impossible to describe "sensation".
From the chair near the threshold, Bruce observed, his countenance representing similar notes of confusion. Yet, not an argument left his lips. The bodyguard knew his client, and Felix was among the stubborn people who would become determined to gather whatever he wished for. The offered hand was greeted with a softer one brushing against his. The gifted man's head faced the complying medic in hopes of not hearing rejection. Yet, the blind informant was fortunate that the medic was willing to assist with his study.
As the light escaped the healer's, the so-called sensation returned. A lightness came, impossible to describe for a man who never experienced the miracle. The shapes seen through static lenses arranged themselves through the dark tinted lenses. The man's jaw dropped, a gasp leaving his agape mouth automatically as through the tinted lenses he witnessed the arrangements composing a face. Yet, unlike the static shaping, everything was sharper curves with... something. A man with long hair was viewed by his side, every feature available.
A light was emitting from where their hands collided. While the movements of the man's face were noticed, the question fell upon deafened ears as astonishment claimed Felix. The informant's gaze darted around, viewing the entire shape he sensed through his electricity manipulation.
"H... wh... I..."
Sounds breathily left Felix's mouth, however, the overwhelming shock kept him abnormally quiet. His bodyguard stepped forward, actions correlating with the sounds of footsteps. Wide-eyed, Felix watched him, the darkened lenses obscuring the condition of his regularly blind hues. The hulking man's calloused hand softly grabbed his arm, a worried expression on his face.
"Are you alright?" The worried vocals of Bruce's voice reached his ears.
For a moment, Felix found himself completely stationary. The overwhelming realization of everything that happened weighing down on his shoulders.
"... I-I can see... you..." He mumbled out.
Hastily, his fixation shifted to the medic, leaving Bruce in a similar state of confusion and shock. The creator of this wondrous experience.
"How?! How did you do that?!" The regularly blind man demanded.
Never had he witnessed the world around him, but always prayed for the luxury. His voice rang with cords of desperation as Felix's eyes locked on the medic. He wanted- NO, needed to know. The answers were crucial, especially if it involved the opportunity of granting him access to the one thing he wanted most.
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The tickle along his veins is an old familiar sensation, the angel used to this light since a young age. Yet, this was the first time something like this had happened. Part of himself was also drawn into the sense of curiosity, this sense of wondering what had happened. Light dances over his fingers like a small light show, waxing and waning in the brightness. The hum in the angel’s veins strengthened, becoming stronger the longer he held the contact. The very tips of his fingers started to tingle more, a feeling akin but different to numbness.
The air of calm serenity suffused the air, Heitiare awaiting a response. The gentle angel was nothing but someone who lived for others, living to make their lives better. Soon enough, a reaction was shown. ”Are...are you okay...?” Heitiare’s attentiveness picked up on the reaction in an instant, his soothing voice wrapped in gentle concern. His face was just barely drawn into the slightest traces of a frown, and his blue eyes were gently aglow with the usage of the magic. Though if he were able to guess, the small experiment had succeeded. Heitiare was hoping that this was the case, and that it was a good thing. His hold remained steady, his healing magic like gentle ripples over his skin. Like skipping a stone over a pond’s surface, or the tinkling of chimes.
The angel held still, patient and watchful. For now he was observing, seeing what would happen here. What did happen was curious, though it did help fit the pieces together. Something like this .. had it not happened before? Was his magic reacting abnormally? His healing ability wasn’t any different than other angels, was it? No, it had to be something else. The corners of his lips turned up a little, though Heitiare was still curious. It seemed he has done a good thing here, from what he pieced together.
His head tilted slightly as the focus shifted back to him, the smile still tugging at his lips. For a moment he thought it over, but found he had no certain answer. ”Maybe it is because I have a specialty...? This is the first time this has happened for me either. Has an angel ever healed you before...?” It was one or the other, or at least that was what he guessed. He would give a better response if he had one, but for now he was uncertain. He briefly thought maybe there was a way to test that theory, though wasn’t sure how often he’d be wanted around. It could also be their point of contact, or something as equally innocuous.
The only real reason to find out, would be to try this more than once. See if this sort of thing happened every time, or if it was a rare occurrence. If it didn’t happen again...then, maybe it was a fluke. It would be rather sad, if that were to be the case. Especially if it gave the other hope, or that treasured happiness.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Levelled heart rhythms were long abandoned for the rampant dance of excitement stirring inside his chest. Breath hasted as thoughts teemed in Felix's mind. Opportunity existed for something deemed impossible and it left his mind endlessly spinning. There was a twitching in the blind man's fingers as his body stirred from beyond his control. The conclusion of their experiment was illogical and impossible, yet, he sat after experiencing the peculiar capabilities of mysterious healer's healing, everything was turned around.
Reality flipped upside down in meagre moments. Everything he learned in favour of educated himself about his hidden deformity bringing a shellshock to the mind. Optic Dystrophy, the deterioration of the optic nerves behind the eyes or malformation of those nerves resulting in blindness. A hereditary illness inherited by his mother. A negative gene and regarded as unmendable because of his sightlessness resulting from malformation rather than conventional damage. Yet, this healer's touch managed to manifest a conduit allowing for sight or resulted in a permanent change.
The outer world was featured on Felix's muted attentiveness as wide, purple eyes absorbed the sights of everything. Narrowly, his mind missed the questions asked by the medic, fortunately, a soft nudge of the arm from Bruce returned him to reality. A gentle 'hmm' left his pursed lips though realization dawned with haste. The purple-haired man gave a soft nod before his eyes locked on the soft-featured man beside him. Optics drank in the man's appearance, the pigments of something never before seen, colour.
In an act of unbeknownst rudeness, Felix stared, before snapping himself away with a shake of the head. There were other objectives requiring his mental focus.
"P-perhaps," his voice was stifled from wonderment. "However, I recall being healed on previous occasions by an angel... Therefore perhaps specialty could be the solution."
A hmm hummed through his lips as Felix absorbed himself in thought. Though, a single revelation was pedestalled in the forefront of his mind. This man, wrapped in mystery and powerful healing, allowed his sight. The sensations of healing tingled up his arm, however, distracted with theories and thoughts, Felix paid no mind to the feeling of magic.
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The subtle change of breathing he heard, was a signal that something has changed. Heitiare was attentive with a focus now, curious of what was happening. Something going better than expected .... well, it was far better than the alternative. Some things just remained beyond one’s control, no matter what the circumstances. The angel remained acutely attentive, naturally finding himself paying attention to any and all changes in his patient.
It was something he was naturally attuned to, the well-being of others. Such is the reaction of someone who was meant for taking care of others, something that undoubtedly ran in the Luna family. Heitiare had been raised of the importance of life and the stories of people being saved, often aspiring to be a miracle worker when he was young. The fact that his sister now boasted such a love for a cause like the TRS, only further bolstered his resolve. Those stories coupled with the angel’s own aspirations, well it lead him to where he is today. Right here, in this very moment he was changing someone’s life.
Changing someone’s world ultimately for the better, it was something the angel always hoped to achieve. Achieving one’s own ultimate desires, it would undoubtedly provide a confidence boost. It was tantamount to achieving one’s own dreams, something that every person likely desperately grasped at. He tilted his head slightly, as his patient’s gaze locked onto him. He held his tongue as he waited patiently, though he can definitely tell the situation has changed.
For some moments the stare was intent, before the trance seemed to have been broken. He listened calmly, taking in the words before thinking. ”I have trained my healing abilities quite extensively...This could have made the difference. I had developed a sensing quality to it as well...” The angel’s voice remained soft, traced with a contemplative nature. ”I’m happy that I could provide assistance.” A few stray locks of aqua hair drifted into his face, as a gentle smile remained.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Pondering arrived with nature for Felix, but there was force behind the thoughts occurring inside his mind. An angelic healer capable of temporarily "restoring" the connection in his optic nerve. What optic dystrophy consumed and severe seemingly bypassed through the action of touch and magic. Nothing could permanently restore the malformation inside his eye, he accepted that upon his comprehension of the illness. It was not damaged, it simply never formed properly. If anything, attempting a complete, operation restoration of his sight would be the equivalent to adding matter that never once existed.
The churning gears inside Felix's head powered through as he attempted to logic out the possibilities of magic. From individual to individual, magic changed and altered in capability. An additional factor was magical prowess. A lack of capability and control undoubtedly would leave the scars of undesired effects upon the individual it was cast. Perhaps the medic's magical prowess allotted for the temporary functioning of his eyes or perhaps his healing acted as a magical 'gateway' that allowed nerve signals to pass along?
"Hmm," the blind man's lips made the subtle sound. "The only reasoning available for a different reaction would be if your magical prowess or functionality allows for the temporary restoration of punitive absences... Meaning, your magic acted as a conduit for nerve signals to pass through and reach the brain."
The blind man nodded at his own musings, as though confirming his suspicions with himself. There were limited other explanations to the incredible capabilities of the man's healing magic. Abruptly, the purple-haired man's body stiffened as additional thoughts haunted his mind. He knew of nobody capable of making a nerve conduit, even if through temporary restoration, meaning only a single man held the key to granting him sight... and he was in the room. A soft sigh breezed through his lips upon realizing his dependence... but he craved the knowledge of a world never seen by his eyes.
"And perhaps I can make a request if you do not mind, sir?" The blind man began. "I have never had someone capable of supposedly 'healing' my eyes and restoring my sight, even if temporarily. If you would be willing, I have a simple request. Could you show me this world? Allow me to see things once beyond my realm?"
Thrown into pleading with another over something long-desired, Felix's voice exhibited it. The once neutral tones sparked from his phlegmatic attitude bore the soft pleading undertones of a man with a dream. He wanted desperately to see, even if temporarily... He wanted the opportunity more than anything.
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Heitiare had always known he possessed a natural affinity for the healing arts, but never considered his aptitude particularly special. It was something that was often considered a familial trait, as well as inherent of most angels. Even should someone hint at something special in himself, it was likely Heitiare would quietly deflect it. It was surely just notable due to the effort he had poured into it, alongside the guidance of his sister and parents. All of that put aside for even a moment, and the angel didn’t even desire to be special. Quietly listening to the other speak, he finds that it makes sense. It hadn’t been something he had expected to hear, though as long as it was pleasing he was satisfied.
He had never given his own inner workings too much thought, always attributing his healing to something as easy and natural as breathing. Something that had always been in the forefront of his life even as a child, reaching it’s natural conclusion in his pursuit of becoming a healer. To lift those back up who lay amongst the ground, the dutiful prevention of death where it became possible. Heitiare wanted to be someone who could save lives where he could, making the world a little less sorrowful or dark. He knew that it may not always work that way, that one day it wouldn’t be enough.
”I don’t mind at all.” The angel’s voice was soft, an easy agreement being given. It wasn’t a difficult choice, the angel always geared to help those around him without a second thought. Without wavering even a little, Heitiare found himself agreeing. ”Yes. I’d more than happy to.” Heitiare’s voice is still gentle as he agreed, likely soothing as he hadn’t denied the request. He could tell that this request held weight, and it wouldn’t be something the angel would have ever refused. To be a source of light or a beacon of hope, it was all the angel desired.
Silver eyes tinted blue by the charm quietly studies the other, his serene nature still secure in it’s place. Beneath that calm serenity however, sparked something brighter and innately cheerful. He had always wanted nothing more than to make a difference, and his goals are being realized. No matter how big or small, he remained devoted to the betterment of the lives of those around him. The pleasant smile remained on his face, strands of faux bright blue hair framing his face. Showing someone the world ..... it was a tall but welcome task, when there was many wonders contained within it.
[attr="class","blindballottalker"]Inquisitive thoughts swirled in the depths of Felix’s head the longer his brain churned. An opportunity never believed possible presented itself, and it existed prompting subtle twitching in the man’s fingers. A singular glimpse brought forth the endless wishes to experience the life he desired since learning of his differences. However, sight gained dependency on the other party's willingness to grant him those precious moments. Everything he wanted laid in the hands of another, and despite the man's apparent kindness, the thought scared him.
A single person capable of granting the utmost craving, existent since the long gone days of pure dependency and strict rules. Never was Felix hindered by his disability, but he was always treated as someone who required protection because of it. There was full awareness those aspects would never alter beyond what Felix enforced, but his curiosity and desire ate away at the blind man. Jealousy had burnt inside him, festering because of the unattainable action far beyond his fingertips ever since being brought into the world.
Inside him, pride quieted, warranting room for prayers and hope. A single day could potentially suffice him, yet, similar to addiction there would always be the underlying desire for more. Temporary sight for a blind was profound and feasibly impossible for the longest time until the stranger shattered the walls of convention, logic and reasoning. Magic was a trickier item to master and understand after all. An agreement was carried via soft cords to Felix's ears without mention of ultimatums or returned favours.
For mere seconds, the corners of the gifted's lips twitched into a second-long, tiny smile before fading into the regular neutral countenance. The following confirmation of willingness being met with a happier tonal shift only brought certainty to Felix. The opportunity existed and after countless wishes of possessing the ability of sight, he would gain the experience he never held.
"Thank you," his voice tinged with flecks of a subtle joy.
Despite the jubilee bubbling inside Felix, the man's attitude remained relatively muted. The exhibiting of emotions was long forgotten regardless of his perfect memory, as though the rhythm of facial movement and tone changes escaped him. The TRS informant drew in a long inhale, releasing every particle of breath slow.
"I believe you never provided your name," his face drifted towards the medic. "Mayhaps you heard mine from Bruce, however, I'm Felix Mellobrook, in case it was missed."
An agreement between them was forged, thus the exchange of names became essential. Happy thoughts swirled inside Felix's head at the concept of gaining the opportunity given. Finally, he would be capable of learning the wonders of sight because of another's benevolence.
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