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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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.
Azaziah didn't know how he managed to stumble upon this sight but he had to say that it was the definite influence of luck being on his side. He was almost tempted to come out from hiding behind the conveniently placed dumpster but for now, the lich felt it would be most beneficial if he remained hidden. It was much more enjoyable like this too-- watching the events of a gruesome crime take place. The male who had captured his attention moved with such precision that couldn't help but make Azaziah stare in awe. He knew someone trained in the art of taking a life when he sees it, and this sight before him screamed exactly that.[break][break] Being an assassin recruit for a notable group, he's had his fair share of encounters with worthwhile people but... none of them were quite like the male here. From the empty expression that plagued his features all while he had relentlessly taken a life. It was something so chilling that earned a shiver from Azaziah. It was so beautiful that he nearly shed a tear. A familiar feeling began to grown within the lich as he watched the body of the poor victim fall to the ground lifelessly. [break][break] A sensation overcame Azaziah as his body trembled with the sudden burst of desire. It's been so long since he's desired something this immensely. There was no way he was going to let such a capable male escape his sights. His hand gently pushed him up and onto his feet as he stealthy made his approach from behind. Azaziah's feet comes to a stop as his hands come together to clap softly, his lips tugging into a pleased grin. "Such fantastic work! You're a real expert!"[break][break] He didn't doubt he had a plan for everything but in order for Azaziah to obtain what he wanted; he had to be the wrench that ruins all of those things. "I can't help but wonder... would you like assistance with getting rid of the body?"
This was child’s play, at least, when compared to some of the other jobs he had been sent on. The other had been easily enough charmed, as many were, with disarming smiles and a false warmth that coated his words like honey. It takes surprisingly little to get under the defenses of those around him, especially if he shows them what they want to see. Luring the other had been even easier - honey does tend to trap flies. By the time anyone realized the honey he lured them with was actually black and bitter - it was far too late. This wasn’t any different.
Icarus is viper quick when he strikes, the false sense of warmth having long since drained from his face. It was instead replaced by traces of a cold sneer and eyes that were dark with hollow intent. Meticulous, swift, deadly, this was far from his first kill. He had learned long ago not to blink, not to look away, if you were to became a flawless executioner, then you must never shy away from the lives you take. It had taken him maybe four kills before he stopped cringing, but that was a distant memory best left buried in the past. Exhaling slightly, fingers sheath the knife back at his leg, snug and safe. He hadn’t brought his gun with him this time, but he hadn’t needed it. Now there was a little less trash clogging up the world.
His spine stiffened reflexively at the sudden noise. He hadn’t been alone. Biting back a curse, his face momentarily slipped, showing the surprise of someone who had been taken completely off guard. His heart momentarily beat rapid-fire in his chest, and he turned, automatically putting another step or two of space between himself and the stranger. What he had been expecting, had certainly not been praise for killing someone. Not only was that not something anyone would normally do .... but Icarus had never been praised for anything.
“You could always pour acid on it.” Icarus’s tone is suspicious but flat, though his face hadn’t quite completely gotten rid of the shock. It was clear from the way his gaze lingered that maybe he was curious, definitely thrown off-guard, even as his face began to reflect more of an aloof countenance once more. It was clear he held little regard for the loss of life here, and stepped away a little more, looking for a possible escape route.
There's a fluttering feeling that bubbles up within the depths of Azaziah the moment that cold-stone face allowed the expression of shock to appear on his youthful features. It was enough to flip a switch inside of the lich he had never been aware of; his breath hitches as a wave of adrenaline hit him. His body twitches as he exhaled a huff of air almost too excitedly. [break][break] This male was.... special. Too special for Azaziah to leave behind. [break][break] He holds up his hands with a casual shrug, his eyes staying peeled to the male's face as his voice resounded throughout the gritty alleyway. "Mm... you do have a point but acid is boring, don't you think?" His voice is clear but there's this uncanny tone to it that suggests something else is coming. "Since you went so far out of your way to kill them, wouldn't it be a lot more fun to toy with the body? It's your possession now that they're dead." Azaziah did take note of the way the other had began inch away from him. [break][break]"Personally, I'd take off each limb of theirs and then dunk it in acid."[break][break] It struck a nerve within the long haired male and he had to resist the urge to click his teeth in displeasure. With the way his gaze sharpened for a brief moment; it was his way of saying there's no way i'm letting you leave me. Azaziah took a few steps forward as his lips tugged into a friendly smile. "Was this a grudge of your own you carried out, or at the request of a weakling?" He's overwhelmed with the urge for knowledge. Not really about the dead body but about who or why this male did what he did. Any little scrap he can cling to and get to know more about him from.[break][break] "Not that I really care. I'm much more interested in another thing." With the way his eyes smiled and had locked onto Icarus as he said this; it should be apparent to the other what Azaziah had been implying with the comment.
Once his face had returned to it’s cold aloofness, his mind kicked into over-gear. This wasn’t what he had planned for, hadn’t anticipated being caught in the slightest. Something like this was ... well, it would make being able to escape his owed group more difficult if they found him. The last thing he wanted was to be dragged back. He was so close to finally tasting freedom.
His spine is still stiff, his muscles coiled, ready to spring into action, and he was certain that his tenseness was palpable. It wasn’t normal for him to have a slip-up. Icarus doesn’t respond at first, analyzing the potential draws and dangers of his current situation. ”Fun... Why would I want to bother so much with it?” Careful measuring, slow slinking away. More subtle than before.
As soon as enough distance was put between them that he could safely turn, only then could he run. The sooner he could get the situation back under his own control, the safer he would really be. Taking more obvious steps away as the stranger steps forward, a tingle runs up his spine as he feels strangely trapped. ”It was necessary...”
When the other speaks once more, Icarus spurs himself to move. If he can manage to lose the stranger, then surely things would turn out alright. Spinning on his heels to take off in the opposite direction, Icarus puts every ounce of energy into moving as fast as he could. Resisting the urge to peek over his shoulder, he takes in a deep breath and is abruptly startled again. Shying from his initial planned course, sends him on a lesser familiar path. One that inevitable has him metaphorically screeching to a halt, since he’s made a rookie mistake. Of all the things he could have done ...... it was drive himself into a corner.
Azaziah never expected to play a game of cat and mouse. That was on the list of things he expected the least but for some sick reason it made the excitement in him boil all the more. Did the other male feel that threatened by his sudden appearance? The last thing he anticipated was someone so coolly collected to break that perception and make a bolt for it the moment he buckled under the words the lich had presented. If Azaziah wanted something it'd be handed to him on a golden platter but this time around... it didn't follow the plan of how he expected it to go.[break][break] Normally, such things would irritate him but anger was the furthest thing from what he had been feeling. The thrill of this chase; it consumed him whole and he didn't even think about it. Azaziah was grateful for the grueling training he's gone through because it's actually serving him use in this scenario. There was no way he was going to let such a shiny diamond like Icarus slip out of his grasps. Even if it means chasing him for however long it takes. He'd follow him to end of the earth if it meant getting this stranger to be one of his many possessions.[break][break] Though... he can't help but pity him in the way he doomed himself. The way he avoided the turn he should've made to how his feet came to abrupt stop in front of a wall with no exits without having to move past Azaziah. His feet came to a stop and instead of catching his breath like any normal person-- he breaks out into a laughter. "Oh-- you are so...!" He wheezes, hand moving to cover his mouth as he inhaled deeply. By the way his lips trembled it was obvious he had been holding back more laughter. He wanted to regulate his breathing which took a few seconds. [break][break] His hand dropped to his side as he slowly moved forward. Not too close but to enough where the distance was notably smaller. Now that he had been up much closer than before, he was able to get a closer look of the male. Short brown hair, fierce eyes which gaze struck his unbeating heart. He was perfect! Azaziah made a great find today."You're so funny. Who runs away like that?" It'll definitely be something he'll never forget. "It's incredibly rude but it's a good thing I've taken a liking to you so I'll excuse it this time." He flashes a grin as he slowly held out his hand. "My name is Azaziah Pryce." He pauses, his voice dropping in tone the next time he speaks. His gaze momentarily darkens and his smile loses the touch of friendliness it had. "I hope we'll get along from now on."
They have always said that cornered beasts were by far the most vicious. Adrenaline courses through Icarus and sends his instincts wild, smashing past his fine-tuned control for sheer self preservation. He had no way of running and so the flight instant was clearly out of reach. Icarus had never been the type to freeze under pressure, and thus that really only left one reaction logically possible. To anyone who had known Icarus, they might not have recognized him now, as he resembled a feral creature far more than a civilized person.
Icarus didn’t like feeling like the prey, not while he was so often what many would consider an apex predator. His heartbeat rattled in his chest as the sound of blood rushed through his ears, a tremble going through his nerves at the adrenaline. He wouldn’t be taken back. He wouldn’t ever go back to any of them. The very thought of it twisted like a knife in his gut, loosing the metaphorical muzzle from his usual tightly leashed control. Not today, not ever again.
Icarus would rather kill than to be taken alive. Icarus would rather be dead than to be back under their thumb. He visibly flinches at the sound of the other closing in and the muzzle completely snapped in half. ”Don’t you dare come closer!” His voice is lower in pitch, more of a snarl than anything he normally sounded like. Turning back almost light ing quick to face the other, his hand automatically gripped the handle of his sheathed knife. If he were indeed some sort of animal, his fangs would be bared and his hackles raised.
Stepping back again as the other moved closer, he hit a further boiling point when his back touched the wall. His knuckles were white from the grip on his knife, straining his nerves so much some of his finger muscles were beginning to spasm. ”Stop messing with me. I know damn well than to think you could ever understand-” Some logical part still left functioning knew he was letting himself get to far. He didn’t recognize this stranger, so he would be better off pushing the aggression back down where it belonged. There was a chance that this had absolutely nothing to do with his old group.
”A liking to me? Are you joking?” Icarus’s eyes are darker, his voice almost dripping in disdain. However he manages to claw his way back into control of his own trembling body, releasing the handle of his knife as if it had burned him. Now that he wasn’t out of a loss of control, he could start to feel a strange tiredness threading through the adrenaline as it slowly started to drain. ”...Icarus.” before he could fully catch himself he reached out towards the other, only to hesitate part of the way through. Wouldn’t it have been easier to have been met back with bared fangs?
It was as if he had been front seat to a show; a display of rapid emotions all within succession. Nothingness, shock, fear, and now anger. A male with such a poor handle on his emotions were displaying them all to him so beautifully. Rather than take any threat or offense to it, Azaziah was treating it as if it was some fine piece of art. He was worth taking in; admiring the beauty in his emotions. It was exciting, almost too much to where he could feel himself growing addicted. His eyes spared a glance to catch the sudden movements made by the trapped beast. [break][break]
His hand clutched oh-so tightly onto a knife that obviously was meant for self defense. Azaziah wanted to laugh, his instincts fought a hard battle of avoiding a flush to rise to his cheeks and a comment of how cute you are to be made. Last thing he needed was to give fuel for this male to stab him but this untamed beast that had now appeared before his eyes was just too delectable. He couldn't help but want to push his buttons, see just how far he'd go. The lich wanted to tame him, to place down a trap that'll keep such monster within his clutches. Perhaps he was much like those hunters who got off on going after rare and big kills. His equivalent would be collecting the fragile man before him. [break][break]
He leaned in just as the man let out a supposed - to be threatening bark but it was more like a tune that allowed his heart to pump further with a strong sense of want. "I don't want to hurt you." Not yet at least. If he wanted to tame such beast; he did need a bit of slapping around for him to know his place but the poor male had no idea just what Azaziah was plotting out in his head. He had no idea what was to come after he eased down from his anger; slowly morphing back into the person he first saw. The reluctant action of him taking hold of Azaziah's hand was much like a contract being signed. The fate that would await him... oh, it was going to be one hell of a journey.[break][break]
"Icarus..." He repeats the name once out loud but his mind began to say it as if it was a mantra. His eyes smiled as a slight pleased chuckle escaped from deep within Azaziah. It was a lovely name; much suited for the males who wings he definitely were going to clip off. "Do I seem like I'm joking?" He gently shook his hand but right before he stopped his hand had gently gave the others a squeeze. " I want to talk with you more, Icarus. " He wanted to explore him the same way he'd binge read a book he took interest in. Greatly study each and every page so that it's contents would stay within his mind long after he reads it.
Things hadn’t ever gone this far astray from what he had planned, and it had Icarus the most on edge he’s been. He was shaken out almost completely from his self-control by it, and that seemed to also raise the tension. He could feel his nerves and muscles tremble, overly ready but also overly pulled to their maximum. He hadn’t ever had to deal with this before, the rug pulled up from under his feet. Was this what his victims felt when he cornered them? He knew they had far less chance of protecting themselves than he did, but he still found himself loathing this feeling. It had provoked him a little too much, and he had reacted much like a hound foaming at the mouth.
He was aware that he was still teetering on the edge, and one more false step would have him falter over the brink. A little push could be all it took, and he’d be falling off the edge again. If he didn’t manage to catch himself somehow, there was no telling how hard he’d hit the ground. He could merely be crushed from the force of impact, but he could also shatter into pieces like a broken mirror. A tightrope walk on a frayed thread, that seemed like a good comparison. Breathing on just the wrong way, and it would all unravel. Dissolve like mist or a mirage, something you couldn’t get a grasp on.
His guards were smashed and uprooted, tossed aside like garbage yet to be collected. The stranger - he means no harm? It couldn’t be completely true, he could still prove to be dangerous. Icarus knew this himself - often disguising himself as what somebody wanted to trip up their defenses - have them leave their throat wide open, so that they could easily be extinguished whenever he wanted. He knew the art of deception intimately well, and yet he was tired. His hand in the other’s, well he hadn’t been able to stop himself in time. Perhaps in revealing his own true nature, he had left his own throat exposed for once.
His keen vision dims slightly, and he can really feel an energy drain working through his internals. His name being spoken sparks ... something that causes his wrist and arm to noticeable tremble, though he can’t remember when he was last so tired. It takes all he can to not falter, to not show the weakness he was feeling. Even if he wasn’t blocked in, he didn’t think he’d find the energy to run. ”I ... I don’t know..” He shivered at the tighter grip on his hand, resisting the urge to pull away as if he had been scorched. ”Talk...about what you saw? I don’t think there’s much to explain.” His voice was softer, almost as if a response had been partially an afterthought.
His eyes were most similar to that of a hawk in this moment; wide and keenly keeping his pupils fixated on the fantastic art piece that was Icarus. It's not hard to tell the way the other male had been reacting that he had began feeling sluggish. A side effect of being around Azaziah since he was a lich. The aura he radiated naturally ate away at all living things around him. Icarus wasn't excluded from this. "You don't know?" He repeats, voice ending in a slight hum. "Your voice is trembling, Icarus..." It's a shift a tone; one which suggestions concern that comes out.[break][break] His eyes are trailing down his body once more; fully taking in the full view. "Talk about what I saw? That is a possibility but..." He leans in closer, his head tilts while his smile widens once more. "Murder is so common these days... it's not the most exciting of conversation for me." Icarus methods of killing were intriguing though but the lich was much hungrier for something more. Something more gratifying than learning about how he kills his victims. "I want to know about you."[break][break] "Not what I saw or what you do." He pauses to lean back as his hand finally released Icarus's with reluctance. If he had a choice he would've already been holding onto him. "but you... just who are you, Icarus?"
Barely able to refrain from swaying or trembling, his darkening senses were just barely kept afloat at this point. His warning senses are on full blast, as he more and more of his awareness and energy begin to slip away. If something were to happen now, he really would have a hard time dealing with it. As it was he was barely hanging on, his vision gradually blurring and darkening more and more. It could be felt from the tremble in his grip, to the slight quiver in his posture.
Weakness was not in the plan, often disallowed from any and all points in his life. There’s a low ringing in his ears now, but he can still hear when the other speaks. He couldn’t help but to focus in on it, anything to keep himself afloat. His jaw clenches as Azaziah leans in closer, refraining from a flinch-back. ”I see...” Well, in a way that was relieving. It gave him an out to not talk about it, because he would rather not at the current point in time.
However, the questions turned to something that made him squirm internally. About him .... he was not usually so forthcoming with things like that. ”Who I am...” His hand was finally released, and it dropped back to his side. ”Is this really so important?” Icarus is a weapon, an executioner. Backing away again, he is careful and slow but he falters. He’s suddenly a lot weaker, any benefits from the adrenaline lost with a violent crash along with his energy sapping away. His vision twists and blackens for a few moments, likely notably trying not to faint.
The sluggishness of the male before him had been something he quietly taken note of. Watching the small shift in speech and the natural movements of his body for any further signs although the lich wasn't going to comment on it. He would much rather continue their topic at hand and if something were to happen... he'd deal with it then. [break][break]
Azaziah hums as his head nods multiple times. His gaze is full of interest as his eyes remain with the other male in his view. The question of whether it had been important or not almost earned a gasp out of the lich. "If it wasn't important... would I not be asking?" His lips curve into a gentle smile. Just as he had his own story... surely the male before him had to have his own. How did he end up becoming a killer? What kind of things did he like? From the very deep to the very basics... he wanted to know about all of it but unfortunately to his surprise... a roadblock in the plans of learning all about the male before him arrived.[break][break]
He was grateful to have picked up on the shuffling which lead into a stumble, the slow closing of Icarus's eyes as he slowly fell forward. Azaziah moved nimbly to catch the male in his arms... it left him stunned, speechless. He hadn't done a thing and yet here he was; thrusted into a situation which only seemed to favor him. Perhaps for once in his life did fate favor him. "Oh my..." He mumbles with concern but the look on his face? It was a wide grin. "I'll take good care of you, Icarus..." He mumbles softly as he picked him up completely and began to head in the direction of safety.[break][break]
TIMESKIP
[break][break] It was only a few hours since the brown hair male had passed out right before him. He comically fell into his arms... and Azaziah wasn't the most enthusiastic even if he did take big interest in him quite yet but it was something he was willing to overlook for the pure fact he had been a man who caught his eye. Someone he felt drawn to, entranced by. It was as if the world was telling him something by allowing him to meet him and it is why the lich did him a favor and bring him back to his home.[break][break]
It wasn't the most grand of places; a rundown apartment with decently sized rooms and quite the few reoccurring issues but it wasn't nothing which ailed Azaziah too much. The lich never had been thrusted into a scenario like this before; where he'd be forced to take care of someone... so how to help him? It was unknown to him. He went with his gut, laid him in his bed and allowed him to rest comfortably as he kept watch. The last thing the lich wanted was for him to wake up and run away before they had that chance to continue their conversation.[break][break]
He sat in a chair he had placed besides the bed, sitting up straight in his sweat with his hands folded on his lap. His eyes remained fixated on the brown hair male, worried that if he looked away something could possibly happen. It had been a few hours since he's passed... Azaziah did think to check his pulse and listen to hear if he was breathing (which he was) but he had been hoping by now he'd return to consciousness.[break][break]
His hands squeezed one another firmly and in the same moment he had blink did the shuffling of blankets and the creaking of his bed reach his ears. It made the lich almost too enthusiastically sit up and lean over to respond to the male. "Icarus?" He speaks his name softly as he watched him stirred awake. "Are you alright?"
[attr="class","intext"] He just couldn’t hold it at bay forever, the darkness eventually rising to swallow him whole. Control of the situation and of his own body slipped from his grasps, as the shadows consumed him. Much like a rug being yanked out from someone’s feet quick as lightning, it was so sudden he almost hadn’t noticed it. For a brief but merciful stretch of time, was everything just a shadowy void. Wasn’t nothing a lot better than something truly unpleasant? Unfortunately, it hadn’t seen fit to remain that way. The truth had always been the same, nothingness was always safer.
The fallen angel’s stores of energy were caught in a battle, between replenishing stores of energy and exhausting itself further. Through the shadows of whatever dreams seemed fit to plague his mind in his current state, sprinklings of things he didn’t want interspersed with things plucked from memories. Familiar feelings and faces blurred together, causing the dream to become more or less into a detestable nightmare. Voices bled together into phrases and conversations that always lingered at the back of his mind, no matter how much he tried to push them back.
If it were one thing the fallen angel had learned from other times this happened, it was that the safest thing to do was to wake up. He had always retained a degree of awareness and lucidity whenever he dreamed, though this was something debatably good. All he had to do was claw himself free from the dreamscape he found himself in, and then go from there. Things like this ... they were truly troublesome.
Senses started to slowly filter back into his awareness, signaling the successful attempt to rouse himself. The unexpected voice calling his name sets a hook into him, and for a a few moments he’s uncertain if he’s actually waking up. Eyes open just a sliver, his senses focusing back into reality all around him. As the realization truly sunk in that he wasn’t alone, and was truly awake did his instincts snap back into action. ”What..?” His voice is almost tough as the single word escapes as a response, something akin to panic flaring through his system. He was vulnerable in a state like this, and being vulnerable was something the assassin equated to death. Despite his instincts and self-preservation kickstarting again, his body was still not as cooperative as usual.
His attention to detail and perception further heightened his instincts when it was noticed that this was not his apartment, and he had no idea where this was. He instinctively shifted into a more defensive position, though his muscles were almost stiff and complaintive. The second thing that stuck was who he was with, and that was when he realized what could have happened. He had been caught in the act, and had been cornered by the end of the encounter. He was currently in no condition to make a break for it, even if that’s what every instinct dictated.
Sharp eyes focus on the other male, knowing that there was almost no chance his defensive actions hadn’t been noticed. He retained no control over his situation even after waking, and he was not that happy to admit it. Slowly trying to ease his stiff muscles, he would have to release the idea of deciding any sudden actions. ”Where am I?” Though between tone and actual intent, it sounded more like a question of ‘what happened.’ ”Did you ... bring me here?” What would he possibly gain from that? What reason could there be...? No matter how out of place and unsatisfied he felt with not knowing the full situation, he was still better off than having been left on cold concrete.
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Azaziah Pryce -------- I come around the turn And people stop and stare. I'll make a killing from this change
[attr="class","stilnite-post-2"]Azaziah was granted a once in a life opportunity the moment that Icarus had fainted right into his arms. It was if fate itself heard his cry for assistance and granted it. There was no smoother way to convince the male to come with- to convince him to give him some form of contact but his dizziness was the key to it all. Azaziah wasn't inhumane enough to not take care of him either, especially given just how curious he was about the male who whisked him away by killing another so brazenly. Was he the weird one for finding attraction in that? [break][break]
It wasn't an everyday occurrence after all but still, the chill that ran up his spine when Icarus had turned on him with the assumption he meant bad. It was breathtaking and from then he knew; something about the man named Icarus was special. Something unlike anyone or anything he's met up until now. If such instincts and feelings made him a weirdo so be it- He'll be the weirdest weirdo one has ever seen if it meant trying his damnedest to pursue something with the male before him.[break][break]
His posture improved when his guests pleasing voice rang throughout his ears. His lips immediately had graced him with a soft smile as his eyes stayed intently on the now awoken male. The desire to rest his hand on his arm existed but last he needed was to make him feel frightened and cornered. They weren't at that stage yet after all. "Where are you?" He repeats as he crossed his arms against his chest in a relaxed manner. "Somewhere safe, why of course." It wasn't incorrect but he knew it hadn't been the answer he was looking for. [break][break]
"I wasn't going to leave you passed out on the street- near a dead body of all things." A small pause. "Speaking of which, I handled that for you as well." He may have not been expertly skilled with taking a life quite yet but exposing an already long gone body? That was more up his alley than the latter. "My, my... Icarus... is your brain really that clouded?" He felt the urge to laugh and so he did- a simple giggle. "Who else would've brought you here? I was the only one with you, remember?" His arms drew away from his chest as his right hand reached out to tap a part of the bed that hadn't been covered by the male.[break][break]
"I even put you in a nice warm bed to ensure your recovery would be faster. I also had to fetch some food since my cooking ability is subpar... and well, I already have some water so really all of what you'll need to regain strength is here." It was good enough- good enough so he wouldn't find an excuse to leave. "So why don't you take it easy for a while? Fainting is never a good sign and it'd be poor if you were to leave only to faint again."
[attr="class","intext"] He was given a response, though his analytic mind tugged at it’s truthfulness. The distinct red of the other’s gaze watching him, along with a smile that seemed too soft for the situation he found himself in. It felt like he was acting too familiar, a feeling that caused alarms to ring in the back of his head. Even the slightest movement had his muscles tensing, his mind working in a messy overdrive. ”Somewhere safe…” Safety didn’t truly exist, no matter where he went. To say so confidently that it was safe was something he couldn’t believe. Even if there wasn’t a threat at that very moment.
However - this proved to be far from the only information he was handed. Why would he clean up his mess? It wasn’t something Icarus could have predicted, as it was a calculation that lay far out of the usual order. His teeth grit against each other, eyes flashing as his clouded mental state was commented on. The fallen angel’s sharp gaze darkened, as his situation began to sink in fully. ”You have no reason. Why would you help me? You don’t know who I am…” But he had wanted to, hadn’t he? He can recollect pieces of their conversation, if you could truly call it that.
The situation has shoved him even further out of his element, as this treatment was definitely not anything he had been exposed to before. It left him feeling weightless and uncertain, doubting the alarm bells that had rung in the back of his mind. Even if he didn’t like it, the man had made a good point. ”A little while wouldn’t hurt…” Maybe it was the mention of weakness that was the tipping point, as Icarus couldn’t allow weakness to show.
Icarus could count on one hand the amount of times he had miscalculated his health, and a majority of those times were when he was far younger. He had only gotten this far by being acutely aware of his abilities and limits, and this mistep was keeping him off balanced. Throw in the mix of losing control of the situation completely, and the fact he was entirely in someone else’s space and the fact he was being treated so vastly different than the normal. None of it made any sense - but he was scrambling mentally in an attempt to force it to make sense. He was floundering, sinking without a lifeline.
His poise and adaptability for acting went to war with his danger instincts, part of him knowing he should act grateful and a part of him actually feeling it. ”Thank you for not just leaving me there where anyone could find me…” It was too hesitant and halting to be a proper mask, not polite enough to pass either. At this point he was beyond acting anyways, as Azaziah had already seen the best beneath the mask.
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