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
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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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Tedious. The word that described a portion of affairs in the Terror Response Syndicate, or at least, for the man who implements devious tactics. Earlier in the morning, Brasti Vanderfeld was handed the objective to gather information on an individual labelled morally bankrupt. People alleged he was a weapons smuggler handing over a variety of cursed arms to the Assembly of Phantoms. Everything was claimed to be alleged as people spent time interrogating the hardened criminal. Several arrests, long jail sentences, the man was a cold-hearted crook.
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Little was he aware the predator laid waiting behind the glass of a computer monitor and company of cabinets. Between time spent assuring the safety of Donovan, Brasti dived into the deepest portions of the web. He hacked through any monitoring systems in the outskirts, made a few calls and eventually discovered something lurking amidst the shadows of the man's dodgy history. Evidence clear as day of his criminal affairs with more questionable ones lingering in between; the type that resulted in one being thrown to the wolves in a prison.
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Was it blackmail worthy? More than imagined without compromising any RCMP cases against the man. A smirk lit the demon's face as he adjusted his sunglasses; he was among the perceived fools who wore sunglasses indoors. Gradually, he leaned back in his chair as strings connected. There was a love interest playing her part in the story, one quoted as being important... and somebody who could potentially be linked to the crimes unwillingly. During a runaway session, she coincidentally discovered him fresh from theft.
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The evidence was incriminating enough to possibly arrange for her arrest. If he refused to crack, perhaps she would grant the TRS the information they longed for. To improve matters, the woman was a wanted felon in another country with prisons that treated inmates horribly. Blackmail material was undoubtedly available, alas, Brasti longed for more information to work with. Long-standing criminals or TRS members rarely cracked easily beneath the pressure. However, the demon's swift fingers opened the TRS e-mailing system and sent the evidence to his colleagues.
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His work was unfinished, however, the video evidence would be grounds to keep the man incarcerated, if not in the TRS cells, in Lorsette Penitentiary. While there was still plenty of work that required finishing, Brasti knew he needed a moment to step back for a cigar break. He pocketed the bullseye blue cigars stationed on his desk before pushing the chair back. Smoothly, his thumb opened the package, the tip being perched between his lips. Without hesitation, he closed the pack and shoved it into his TRS mandated jacket.
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The other hand grabbed his keys. Always, the TRS deputy locked his door before leaving his station. Nobody wanted snoopy members rooting through his carefully organized stuff. They could damn well wait 15 minutes until he returned! The door was opened and closed before being promptly locked. A quick test was accomplished to check for a busted lock, but the door refused to budge to Brasti's glee. He retreated from his office, weaving down the hallways of the TRS headquarters. People reacted to his presence, some observing to assure his violet hues dare not lock onto him.
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A manipulative bastard. Those were the words civilians and TRS members frequently described Brasti with. They feared his morally questionable methods and capabilities in gathering embarrassing information. Furthermore, at times he indulged in toying with others for his amusement. Few gained contentment in his company, one of the few being Donovan Beckard and his unofficial second-in-command, Adair. Spared of his cruel ways, the trio worked together as a strong team of TRS officials. From afar, Brasti observed cameras, gave information, sent reinforcements and medical while they accomplished the brunt of the work.
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Then in instances of hasty actions being required, Brasti would leave his wolf's den to assist on the frontlines for, despite his early betrayal, he retained some skills of the former Hell soldier. Through the heavy double doors of the side entrance closest to the information sector, Brasti emerged. Automatically, his hand was lifted to his cigar and with the snap of his fingers, a flame appeared. His flame freehand shielded the tiny fire as it lit the tip of his cigar. In a single inhale, the bitter taste of nicotine played across his tongue and down his throat.
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As his breath released, trails of grey smoke escaped his slightly parted lips. His legs moved in the meantime, ferrying him closer to the bench set out for the smokers of the organization; completed with one of those plastic ash receptacles. He stationed himself on the bench, proceeding with his quick break without a second thought.
i wont scream or shout. lost my breath now. let's die together, no one lives forever. falling through the clouds ('cause i feel like i'm in heaven, dancing) when you go please don't leave your love in the sun. my heart would melt away in the night with your twisted tongue, when you drop the bomb, i'm blown away 'cause i refuse to hide in a page of this story i come out the box, i won't say i'm sorry
[attr="class","newworldmid"]
If you asked him what his ideal work day was, it wouldn't fall in line with the work he had to do today. There was always going to be off days where he wouldn't be able to go out and kill terrors as he pleased. Especially not as a sergeant. Sure, he's accepted that within a long period of time but it didn't necessarily mean he had to be ecstatic about it. Severus was a worker who responded well with being active on his feet; not sitting around on his ass, having to tend to filling out paperwork and reports regarding their weapon supplies. He worked better when he had to go with his instinct of beating up whatever the hell was in front of his face. Severus was unable to apply that to the grunt work. [break][break]
A drawn out sigh left his mouth followed by yet another low grunt from the back of his throat. The pen in his hand twirled between his fingers as his right leg bounced. This was... painful. He tossed the pen on the desk before he grabbed the paper, crinkling it just a little in the process. He had begun to reread over the words he wrote on the sheet of paper to make sure it made enough sense and followed the general layout of how his higher ranked colleagues liked. For Severus's capabilities he deemed it as being good enough. If they had a problem with it, they'll just have to call him in later and he'll deal with it then. [break][break]
Satisfied with the whole one report he completed(ignoring the fact he had many more to do), he pushed himself up and out of his seat. For how hard and how much effort he put into writing the damned thing he felt it was only right enough for him to take a mini-break. His co-workers also knew better than to comment on it, since with the way he worked if he didn't get this chance to walk around and clear his head... he'd be cranky and that was the last mood anyone wanted to deal with Severus in. It wasn't the ideal way of doing things but Severus didn't care. If half the people who got into the TRS could be in the TRS, Severus can walk around for a bit and have a smoke break to refresh his mind.[break][break]
His arms stretched for a moment before he began walk towards his destination. His eyes glanced between a few of the desks in the office as he passed by. Nothing but people writing or typing away at all of their work. Sure, while Severus was one to absolutely loathe the work... it was still needed and luckily the TRS had people who actually liked doing it. Perhaps he could get away with throwing it in the direction of one of them? His shook slightly as he noticed he arrived. His hand rough pushed at the handle of the door and let it open with a swing. He did make sure it didn't slam when he closed it, last thing he wanted was to get a scolding for letting that happen. His feet momentarily came to a stop as he inhaled as much fresh air as he could before he got a good look of his surroundings.[break][break]
"Guh--" He definitely knew the noise (if you can call it that) he made was audible. He could handle company during his smoking breaks, sure. No problem. Severus might even chip into the conversation if it was a person he tolerated but no-- no, of course the world didn't want to be kind. It had to shit out Brasti Fucking Vanderfield and magically make him want to be out for a smoke break as well. The rat with stupid in door sunglasses. His eyes peered at the other male from a distance as his teeth grinded in displeasure. There was a list of people within the TRS that Severus had on a mental shit-list of his. He may have worked for this organization for a long time... but they made decisions at times that blew his mind and momentarily made him question the faith he had in it.[break][break]
Brasti was one of the folks who was unfortunate enough to grace the list. He wasn't the worst one on it... but from the rumors he's heard and the knowledge he's generally aware of. The man was someone who rubbed him wrongly and lived a life that deeply irritated Severus. He turned his head to look away as his feet reluctantly dragged himself to the next bench over. No way in hell were you going to see Severus willingly sit next or even remotely close to him. His hand shoved inside his pants pockets to receive his cigarettes and lighter. [break][break]
He had an itching feeling that the guy was going to say something. He shoved the poison stick between his lips as his other hand cupped the tip a bit to light it with his lighter. He shoved the lighter back within his pocket as he took a big hit out of the cigarette. So much for taking a smoke break to avoid getting irritated, huh?
[attr="class","newworldbot"]YOU TASTE THE BLAST AND IT SHOOK YOUR BONES
Quietly, Brasti leaned back against the backrest of the bench, an arm resting over it. The demon's left leg crossed over the right while his arm rested on the lifted leg. A whirlpool of thoughts soaked in Brasti's mind as he briefed himself on the freshly digested information. Similar to a chessboard, each piece was being thoroughly planned as his unit would undoubtedly be going through the detainment process. They required information and if home investigations or bank transaction history failed to collaborate the possibilities, the demon would gleefully blackmail.
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Thus, until he received the go-ahead, Brasti planned on gathering more information and handing it over to the authorities as needed. Another deep breath of inhaled nicotine entered his lungs, escaping his mouth in thin strands of grey smoke. The dark-haired man adjusted, flicking the ashen end of the cigar into the plastic gathering. As he sat, his leg bounced as plans smoothly wove together. A smirk stretched onto Brasti's lips, evident despite the cigar hanging from his lips. The damned criminal was doomed.
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Before Brasti could further his thoughts, the soft click of the large doors being opened gained his attention. The demon glanced over, noticing the entrance of the infamous Severus Cross, Sergeant of the third unit. The demon adjusted his sunglasses, maintaining silence as the man approached the smoker's bench. He knew the brown-haired man because of his mentorship of Donovan Beckard, the Lieutenant of unit one and his well-known partner of his. Since the wraith returned to earth, Brasti became involved in the situation.
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He kept the disguise hex going, his talent proved by the absence of his large horns. He assisted in the preservation of Donovan's secret while simultaneously helping with the tasks piled onto him. Throughout Donovan's mission, Brasti played the role of support, spending time watching cameras, keeping medics on speed dial and assuring he would receive back up when required. The smirk widened when Severus took a seat on the other side of the bench, making no effort to hide his disdain for him.
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A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Don't wanna talk?"
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The comment was not an opener for conversation, rather, a remark designed to perturb his bench companion. It was beyond tempting to bother the TRS sergeant. Besides, the potential reactions were already amusing the dark-haired demon. Across his face was a smirk which made it obvious he desired some amusement throughout his smoke break.
i wont scream or shout. lost my breath now. let's die together, no one lives forever. falling through the clouds ('cause i feel like i'm in heaven, dancing) when you go please don't leave your love in the sun. my heart would melt away in the night with your twisted tongue, when you drop the bomb, i'm blown away 'cause i refuse to hide in a page of this story i come out the box, i won't say i'm sorry
[attr="class","newworldmid"]
Severus knew he was going to end up budging and falling into playing at Brasti's pace. He knew exactly what the scout was scheming and what he was going to do in response to his obvious avoidance. He knew all of this and yet the lizard was unable to control his mood. Much like a lid on a pot that was boiling intensely, just one word that striked wrong to Severus would be enough for his lid to metaphorically fly off. His eyebrow twitches as he blew out the smoke from the cigarette. He didn't have to turn his head to know that the man had some smirk on his face that would definitely make him wanna punch his face in.[break][break]
It was the kind of person he was and Severus had been too familiar with the type. He was like a toy to them; a mess of uncontrollable anger and nothing was more fun than to pick at the easily agitable brat. It was one of many reasons why Severus couldn't stand the guy. [break][break]
He hears the comment and it earns a scoff with a mixture of a growl towards the end. He's repeating to himself inside like a mantra to not fall for it but before it could really reach him it's already too late. His hand slams down on the bench, head swinging to glance at the other man as he grumbles across the cigarette in his mouth. "To you?" His voice drips with aggression as his gaze returned to looking at the sky. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth to flick the ash into the nearby tray as smoke left his lips. "Fuck no, why would I want that?" He wanted to say more but he forcefully shoves it back with the bite of his lip.[break][break]
He was already halfway through the cigarette but it had done nothing to help. The one time he had to himself had to go on and be ruined. He can't help but click his teeth in dissatisfaction as his hand slipped back into his pocket to roughly retrieve the box. He might just go through the full thing today at this rate. A part of him genuinely hoped that his last comment was enough to keep the vile demon to the left of him at bay but... it was most likely, he wasn't going to get that chance. He might've just fueled him to do further to dampen the mood he was in.
[attr="class","newworldbot"]YOU TASTE THE BLAST AND IT SHOOK YOUR BONES
Amusement played across Brasti's countenance the longer he observed Severus. There was word about his infamous short-fused attitude, meaning a soft push could start the bomb ticking. Not bothered by the thought, the demon remained in his reclined position and savoured every dosage of bitter nicotine crawling over his mouth. An inhale followed by the ferrying of his cigar from his lips, smoke slithering through his slightly parted lips. The electric lizard returned a comment, displaying the ever-familiar aggression.
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Even going the length to finally face him and slam a hand on the wooden bench. In a mere question, Brasti managed to poke some buttons, much to his pleasure. People threatened him, gruesomely describing his death or blathering on about it; Ryker accomplished it frequently. Therefore, a meagre insult, if it could be provided such appraisal, was considered insignificant. The smirk remained steady as he stared off, watching Severus through his peripherals. As the final tendrils of smoke escaped his lips, the demon's smirk widened significantly.
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He received what he desired, perturbing one of his coworkers, but similar to a starved wolf, he hungered for more. Considering the temperament of the person he shared the bench with, the opportunity was golden for Brasti to discover amusement.
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He kept the cigar parted from his lips as he spoke, voice laced with a hint of snark. "Well you just did, so I guess you failed in that."
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The comment was the pinnacle of childishness, but breaks were designed for relaxation, therefore, tormenting Severus more would summon amusement. Besides, the sergeant wished to completely disregard him. Not entertain him with even a light conversation about something insignificant. It resulted in the decision to entertain himself through Severus' involuntary involvement. Already, it appeared the brown-haired sergeant burnt through a smoke, suggesting success in Brasti's obnoxious little game of "poke the bear".
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Without a single concerned thought in his mind, Brasti reclined on the bench. With another quick flick, he sent ashes into the canister before returning his cigar to perch between his lips. Once secured, the demon adjusted his glasses, violet eyes focused on his peripherals. There was one crucial rule to remember in "poke the bear" and it was to avoid serious injury... A bad wound and Lillianna would be displeased, especially considering they had a baby on the way.
i wont scream or shout. lost my breath now. let's die together, no one lives forever. falling through the clouds ('cause i feel like i'm in heaven, dancing) when you go please don't leave your love in the sun. my heart would melt away in the night with your twisted tongue, when you drop the bomb, i'm blown away 'cause i refuse to hide in a page of this story i come out the box, i won't say i'm sorry
[attr="class","newworldmid"]
It took everything in him to not swing his body around and let out the loudest ‘haah’ he’s ever done. Severus has heard his fair share of stupid responses but this… this just has to top all of what he has heard. He would classify this as a playground worthy. Something you’d expect a brat of no older than 10 or 11 to say. Not some grown demon who wears dumb shades and has what Severus would claim to be the most annoying voice known to man. It was so ridiculous, so childish and yet it had the lizard shaking in rage.[break][break]
Severus felt his frustration bubbling from deep within him. The resentment was beating against the metaphorical wall he had up to keep him from snapping. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he did but god, so badly did he want to go on over to that bastard and slap the smirk right off of his ugly mug. Just as the way he exhaled so naturally, his words flowed out of his mouth. In the end he hadn’t been able to keep hush like he wanted. “Real mature of you, buddy.” a pause. “Where’d you learn that one? The playground?”[break][break]
He hadn’t realized the grip on his box of cigarettes was almost too tight which earned a hiss of ‘shit’ after he had fled from his attention consuming thoughts. Rather than blame it on himself--- he blamed it on Brasti. It was his fault for setting off Severus a lot more than he had already been.[break][break]
He set the box down on the table before him as he exhaled the smoke from his lips. Severus probably smashed a good handful of decent cigarettes which made him click his teeth as he smashed the small remains of the cigarette he had been smoking. He leaned forward to flip the top of the box open, sparing to see if he had any that survived the smashing. “Greaaat… this is all your fault, you shitty punk.” He says loud enough for Brasti to know he’s speaking about him before he leans backwards to pout. [break]
[attr="class","newworldbot"]YOU TASTE THE BLAST AND IT SHOOK YOUR BONES
Stationed on the adjacent side of the bench was something best described as a pot trying to avoid boiling over. Amusement flickered over Brasti's countenance, permanent and refusing to die. Everything Severus accomplished was what Brasti desired from the sergeant. The smirk played across his lips, unhindered by the angry trembling being done by the short-tempered bomb. If anything, it motivated the sunglasses-wearing demon to proceed with his... cruel torment of the unfortunate smoke-hungering man.
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The cigar was ferried away from his lips, a cloud of smoke drifting through. It flowed up, disappearing into the air in a calming puff of ugly greyish smog. The nicotine flowing through his blood soothed him, avoiding burn up from anger, unlike the foolish sergeant. The brunette appeared displeased with his obnoxious jabs, however, it was exactly the reactions Brasti searched for in his 'poke the bear' game. He leaned back, smirk widening as the man attempted to insult him back, however, the demon barely stumbled over insults.
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"At least I learned something from the playground," he responded with the coolness and arrogance of an undisturbed man.
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Based on attitude alone, anybody could tell anything Severus attempted to dish back at him was failing to properly perturb him. The cigar caught between his fingers returned to his lips, taking another puff of nicotine. The burning edge of his cigar was reaching the end. Unfortunately, the time arrived and the demon was required to snuff it out. With the snap of his fingers, the flames died out before he chucked it in the tray. On a brighter note, the scout deputy had a few more precious minutes of a break to enjoy this.
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He leaned back against the bench, adjusting his body position to watch the raiju, hoping to observe more cracks in his composure. The smirk widened as Severus mentioned the perishing of his smokes. The demon merely chuckled at his foolish blaming; he allowed his fury to conquer his mind. The laughter increased as the dark-haired man amused himself further.
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"You could say you're in a pickle," he told him, amusement rumbling from his throat.
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The chuckling proceeded as he amused himself with his silly jesting. Now he merely required hope that Severus would not discover similar entertainment in his little pun. Although, given their interaction thus far, it appeared unlikely. Besides, it was in regards to the man's precious smokes and as a fellow nicotine-inhaler, Brasti was aware their value and expensive price.
i wont scream or shout. lost my breath now. let's die together, no one lives forever. falling through the clouds ('cause i feel like i'm in heaven, dancing) when you go please don't leave your love in the sun. my heart would melt away in the night with your twisted tongue, when you drop the bomb, i'm blown away 'cause i refuse to hide in a page of this story i come out the box, i won't say i'm sorry
[attr="class","newworldmid"]
The lizard wasn't sure how much longer he could put up with this. He wasn't sure why he hadn't just up and left yet but somehow it felt like if he did that... the other male would win this childish fight they had going on. If you could even call it that. It wasn't the pride he had that prevented him from leaving but the fact he didn't want the irritable demon to be the one to get the last word in. He didn't want him to feel accomplished or like he won here. Though judging by how Severus had already responded to everything he's said so far... he clearly failed that.[break][break] Maybe it was why his anger tripled the amount it originally was when he first arrived. [break][break] The laughter of the other male was grating to his ears. It made his blood boil and the fact he took such great amusement from the stress he caused for Severus made him all the more agitable. One of these days he was going to get him back for this. He was going to make him pay for sure. "Shut the hell up. Your laugh is so goddamn ann-...."[break][break] Immediate Silence overtakes Severus.[break][break] Did he really just--...[break][break] Severus had fully turned his body around to straight on look at Brasti. Unamused. Perhaps he hated it here. A hand moved to run down his face in frustration as a muffled groan left him. "You really are fucking stupid. You think that's gonna bother me?" His alias often was used for various jokes but people always failed to realize that it could never be used to mock him. He picked the name for a damn reason.[break][break] "It's isn't even all that damn creative. You wanna know how many times I heard that one?" His head shakes as he lets out an exasperated laugh. "Try a little harder, bud."
[attr="class","newworldbot"]YOU TASTE THE BLAST AND IT SHOOK YOUR BONES
Immense pleasure was discovered in irritating the raiju sergeant of unit three. The man's short-tempered nature amplified his requirements to indulge in annoying the living hell out of Severus. Manifesting those emotions in a ticking time bomb of a man was beyond easy. As much as Brasti fancied a good challenge, easy-mode teasing still retained its entertainment value. It was better than Bugs Bunny cartoons because of his direct involvement. Furthermore, the brunette still had not retreated from the bench.
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Whatever maintained Severus' position on the bench was thanked by the male demon. The extension to the dark-haired man's entertainment was welcomed with wide open arms. This boiling over pot was bound to blow his lid eventually, and Brasti was mentally preparing for the precious moment. A violent reaction still existed in the realm of possibilities, although, the demon hoped to avoid injury. However, witnessing the incredible spectacle would be a testament to his capabilities in the heavenly poke the bear game.
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A simple pun brought forth seemingly endless amounts of damage, but also further material as Severus attempted to insult him. Laughter echoed from Brasti's mouth the sergeant's ridiculous attempts at returning the favour. Insulting Brasti Vanderfeld was frequently accepted by the man himself as something humourous. Why should he care about somebody else's opinion? At least, when they were not his precious wife. As the laughter died, a 'hmm' that oozed condescending sarcasm left through the demon's closed lips.
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"I don't know, you seem pretty bothered," he countered teasingly. "Man, going to have to go around and tell everyone I bothered Sergeant Cross."
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The smirk playing across Brasti's lips spoke volumes about his opinion on the matter, although, the laugh that punctuated his words assisted in similar objectives. Insults rolled off his back, almost as though they never made contact. All that mattered to the demon was his primary objective; poking the bear. A few words hardly slashed away at his high-arrogance and certainty in his actions. Every remark stated through his lips as casual as ordering food could hardly be hindered by meagre you're stupid insults.
i wont scream or shout. lost my breath now. let's die together, no one lives forever. falling through the clouds ('cause i feel like i'm in heaven, dancing) when you go please don't leave your love in the sun. my heart would melt away in the night with your twisted tongue, when you drop the bomb, i'm blown away 'cause i refuse to hide in a page of this story i come out the box, i won't say i'm sorry
[attr="class","newworldmid"]
He couldn't contain it any longer. The shaking of his leg was a sign that the lid to his pop was shaking, that his anger was going to boil over much like water in a pot. Severus wasn't as strong to childish insults as he hoped he would be but it has him up on his feet. His hand slammed down on the table before he had pushed himself up. The growl that escaped his throat definitely couldn't have gone unheard. Brasti was quite literally one of the worst people he could've ever met, could've ever had to deal with. It wasn't so often that Severus had such a strong negative feeling towards someone but truly Brasti invoked that within him.[break][break] There was no calming him down as he angrily marched on over to where the demon resided, a lack of respect evident as he angrily pointed a finger at him. " Shut the hell up - just keep your fucking mouth shut." He pulls his hand back to his side as he sighs heavily. "It's annoying, quite fucking rude mind I add. " This day seriously sucked ass. Severus just wanted a break! All he wanted was some fresh air. "God damn, how is anyone bound to get a break if you can't keep to yourself?!"[break][break] His stress was a lot worse than it was when he previously was inside. There was no way he was going to have a good day for the time that remained. It was probably why he was so agitated at Brasti because Severus knew himself better than anyone. The reason why he was so wound up today was because he got roped into working with Brasti of all people. The lizard already knew the two had a rocky relationship so he didn't even want to imagine how difficult it'd be to work together. "Actually you know what? Listen here."[break][break] Brasti certainly wasn't helping it by pulling this shit. Severus had a hard time managing with people who clearly were pieces of shit like this. "I don't understand what runs through that fucking head of yours but what you're doing is not going to help us out." His hands rest on his hips. "We got assigned to work together on a mission, yeah? I'll tell you straight up - I have difficulty working with people who egg me the fuck on. I can tolerate someone I don't like but when they go out of their way to yank my fucking patience..."[break][break] "Cut this shit out or I won't be able to communicate with you." It's the truth; Severus can't talk with someone who he felt was always out to fuck around with him. It didn't establish trust, it didn't establish an environment where he felt like he could rely on them. Brasti might've wanted a good laugh but a good laugh wasn't worth jeopardizing what was to come. "I can look past this bullshit today but I swear to god-- at least till this fucking mission is over don't fuck with me."
[attr="class","newworldbot"]YOU TASTE THE BLAST AND IT SHOOK YOUR BONES
The smirk playing across Brasti's face appeared neverending as he bothered the brown-haired raiju. Successfully, the black-haired demon was chipping away at Severus' composure. A victorious accomplishment in the wondrous game of Poke The Bear Brasti initiated. The scout deputy maintained a quiet pride of his exploits for amusement. The blinding championing of the game brought the man joy. Gradually, Brasti was pushing the sergeant to his boiling point and he could tell. It was evident through his actions and the method he reacted to his poking.
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The inevitable boiling over of the pot arrived with delightful conclusions. A march marked with anger and a point of the finger. Every action represented Brasti's success in the overarching goal of bothering the sergeant. The upcoming swears and vexation in Severus' words were enjoyed by the demon. The scout deputy leaned back against the bench, the smirk remaining strong across his lips. The brown-haired lizard-shifter was infuriated by his actions, a break successfully ruined with a game of poke the bear. Although, in Brasti's opinion, the sergeant could have rescued his break and left earlier or switched locations.
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Alas, the foolish, hot-headed man waited too long to escape the wrath of his absurd game. As the sergeant angrily ranted on, amusement coloured Brasti's obscured violet hues. Requested by the higher-ups, the scout deputy was requested to assist unit one for a mission. Perhaps it was scouting division business, but as requested, the man agreed. The mission mentioned was considered dangerous, therefore, a scout capable of handling combat was leaned towards. Every sentence was acknowledged with amusement, the dark-haired man even astounded by Severus' assumptions...
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Jeopardizing a mission was never a considered crime by the scout deputy. Arguably, he rescued his lieutenant's hide plenty of times during abrupt perils. Operating well under pressure, Brasti could capably fixate on the goals ahead. However, for the purpose of his foolish game, he grinned. Slowly, the demon pushed himself off the bench, hands retreating into his pockets.
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"I guess we will see how it goes," a condescending tone marked his smug voice.
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As the words left his lips, Brasti turned away to allow Severus to stew over. Irritated people could begin lashing out and with the brunette getting in his face. Towards the door, the demon walked, planning on returning to his work while leaving the raiju steamed. Furthermore, stewing the concerns was another round of pestering the sergeant for his obnoxious amusement.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
