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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He didnt usually go out. But he needed to resupply on energy drinks, and the Mall had several shops running sales on his preferred brand. He had his energy drinks, his snacks, and a new helmet for his motorcycle, just in case Nyla wanted to go for a ride again.
He almost skirted around the crowd that had gathered. Until he heard the crying. Partially shifting so his ears would catch the sounds better, he listened, and made out the words. None of them good. None of them worth repeating.
Some assholes didnt understand that no means, and were apparently not happy with the rejection of an offer for their company. He hated those kids of people the most. He pushed his way through the crowd, some people turned to complain, but quickly snapped their jaws shut when they saw his eyes.
He reached the center of the crowd, entering a clearing, to find two half shifted Grizzly bear shifters. He knew them. Brothers. Known for thinking their size made them better than others. On the floor between, crying, was one of the girls from the Shifter Cafe. He dropped his bags, and was fully shifted just as he threw his entire, massive, black furred Dire Wolf form into the side of the larger brother, sending the bear shifter skidding across the floor.
He leapt back, avoiding a swipe from a large clawed paw, spun in place, and launched again, planting all four paws on the chest of the smaller brother, knocking hi down, and giving the shifter girl a chance to run. He half shifted, so he was once more walking on two legs, and swung a massive paw-fist into the jaw of the nearest bear. The sound of breaking teeth was almost as satisfying as the feel of the jaw bone grinding under his blow.
He swung back on one leg, ducking under a wild swat, and planted his half foot, half paw rear appendage solidly into the solar plexus of the still standing bear, knocking the other shifter to his knees, causing him to shift back to his human form. Turning to the other bear who was regaining his footing, bleeding from his mouth, he used his now larger form to wind up a left thrusting punch, directly into the bears half human face, with so much force, he was momentarily suspended in the air, before crashing onto his back.
The half shifted Dire Wolf, over come by his blood lust, proceeded to kneel on the bears chest, and pummel his face, repeatedly.
Eva sighed softly as she pushed her aviators up to cover her eyes better, in the past few months she had already learned that the common people of the city tended to treat her with fear and terror when she actively left her " differences" out on the open, she blinked past the cheap sunglasses and stared at the small scene, the large shifter currently trying to tag team. she had rushed over to the cute cat eared girl who was nursing a bruised face. as she kneeled to help her up and usher her to the saftey of some of nearby good Samaritans, her vision flashed greyscale. She turned back to cast an eye over the brawl. the fluttering grey speckled white of a soul who was tainted but still good flashed from the man currently laying into the struggling shifter on the ground who's own soul was black as coal. she turned to the man who had been hit so hard he had been knocked out of his shifter form.
There was rage in his face as Evangaline stared at the black flame in his core. she groaned as he pulled himself to his knees and slipped something long and Glinting silver out of his boot. her eyes went wide as she saw the drop knife's long blade fall into place and the shifter turning to plunge it into the back of the man that had jumped in to protect the girl. before she could think her instincts as a soldier reacted " BIG GUY ON YOUR SIX!" she roared as her form fluttered, one moment she was forty feet away and the next she was shoulder checking the knife wielding man into the wall of a nearby building with a pistol pressed into the shifters gut.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK four swift trigger pulls later and the black flame was extinguishing as the shifter slumped down the wall leaving a trail of red following behind him. the .45 handgun smoking in the wraiths hands her silver eyes glowing no longer hidden by the sunglasses.
Zephyr was already moving, by the time he heard the call. Combat instinct was one of his stronger points. But the reason he didnt typically do field work, was because of his anger, his Battle Frenzy. Being one of very few Dire Wolf Shifters, no one was sure if it was just him, or something to do with what he was.
The sound of gunfire made him turn, the scent of death, and undeath, washed over. Good. His mind was starting to clear, but he still had one more punch left before he was satisfied. He slammed his fist into the skull of the unconscious shifter on the floor. It didnt kill him, but then, he still may not survive.
He turned to the wraith, which he identified by scent. Using the charm about his neck, he shifted back to full human, clothing forming from the magic that connected his charm to a warddrobe in his lab. He cracked his neck, and eyed the female wraith before him.
"Didnt need the help, but i wont be an ass, so thanks. Didnt really have to kill him, but he deserved it."
He turned to ask the shifter girl if she was okay, but the crowd collectively stepped back away from him. The usually reaction to his outbursts really.
Pulling out his phone he hit the speed dial for Roland, who was technically his direct superior.
"Roll. Get your ass to the mall. I lost my temper."
He looked to the wraith.
"TRS and Lorsette PD should be here soon. dont try to run, i hate the taste of undead."
Not that he thought she would run, but undead had a habit of avoiding the authorities, in his experience.
She sighed softly. "remind me not to stick my neck out next time big guy" her voice half frustrated by the fact that her evening was effectively ruined, but half poking fun at the tall shifter. She dropped the magazine of the 1911 letting it clatter to the ground before she cleared the chamber and tossed the empty pistol to the large shifter and turned to the crowd " Nothing else to see here, get that girl some medical and go about your buisiness." the wraith then sat down in sight line of the shifter officer. she had been through this song and dance before and it showed.
The woman sighed softly as she leaned back, calmly resting her head on her hands and leaning her back against a bench as stared. Her piercing silver eyes tracking the large shifter with a sense of apathy and boredom, though if he was any good at reading people he'd be able to tell this was a woman that had seen alot of things and wasnt particularly to be trifled with. " though to be fair, im not all that afraid of the big bad wolf, your lucky i have a respect for the TRS."
Zephyr eyed her. Under other circumstances, he might have been impressed. Not many were willing to get on his bad side, and only a few dared to tease him with half insults.
"This big bad wolf, is one you should be afraid of. I work with the TRS, in the Research and Development branch. I make weapons and armor, not just for use against terrors, but also against other supernatural beings who might pose a threat."
He placed a piece of paper over her firearm, and, with a drop of his own blood, activated the charm. He couldnt use magic, but he kept pre-charged charms in his near-infinite pocket, just in case. This charm preserved what was under it, until the charm was released. Worked for small items, but something as large as the dead shifter, would require an actual magic user.
"Got a name? Or am i supposed to call you 'wraith'?"
Evangeline had closed her eyes and was just waiting for the shit to hit the fan like it had during the hostage situation a few weeks back, luckily with that she had managed to get away from it with an odd teleportation power that reared its head before she had to start giving any information to the authorities that would lead to people asking silly questions like where her passport was and why exactly a soldier labeled as KIA was in a Canadian city. she pulled something up out of her shirt, balled it up and threw it at the TRS officer in the same manner as her sidearm, If he caught them they could be read:
EVANGELINE TEMBO R XXX-XX-XXXX O NEG NOT GIVEN
The dark southern woman was leaned back pretending to be dozing., yet on the inside she was trying to figure herself out, why exactly she had put herself in the frying pan over someone she didn't even know, especially considering tall dark and furry over there more than likely could have handled himself. she sighed softly, first it was accidental destruction of property, killing in self defense, stealing a firearm from a crime scene, and now having USED said firearm to kill a shifter in defense of another. all of those on top of being within Canada illegally, which was of no fault of her own, though she highly doubted that the Canadian immigration board would give two flying fucks about that.
Watching the large shifter catch her ID tags she at least figured she'd fuck around a bit, she knew the shifters type, had a stick shoved so far up their ass they could spit up splinters and highly likely couldn't take a joke to save his life. a dark smile spread across her face. she lifted up her shirt and pointed at the three puckered exit wound scars. the scars looked like they had cleaved through a good portion of her lower stomach and looked like they had definitely been life threatening wounds. as she tapped them with her fingers she let her voice sink into the most stereotypical Louisianian accent that she was able to mustler, heaping it on like sugar and molasses. " I is a Vet'run i is! you see I dun done my service, you suh aint gwine make me got outta muh way, what wit hows i was wounded in Da war, caught me three bullets i did, yet as you can see i done a damn site betta than he over there. He dun gone and plum met his maker"
Evangeline could barely constrain the laughter on her face as the southern woman knew this had to be getting under the large man's skin and he couldnt do jack didly about it becuase she was complying with the "authorities" after all
Zeph did indeed catch the ID tags. Reading them he raised an eyebrow. Undead. Veteran. Yup. Soldiers were probably among the more common to see as undead. Lot of emotion, lot of hate. Whole lotta unfinished business.
When she spoke, he internal grimaced at the thickness of the accent. He could practically smell the dead humor behind it. Rather than letting it get to him though, he decided to sight fire, with fire.
"Well, thats wicked. Solja huh? Hot damn, ya relly got yaself inna pickle aint ya? Cummin all tha way upta tha Land o Maple syrup an' Moose. Sum wicked Scahs ya got they'ah. Got summa thos maself."
He pulled his shirt up to reveal the four long parallel scars from the night his parents had been killed. The Terror had carved him down to the bone, he had only escaped and survived because of his shifter abilities. Had he been human, death would been right around the corner.
"I tell ya, when tha' terrah got me by tha ahm, i though i was gonna die fa sha."
His thick Maine accent drove most people to the infirmary, and he was actually forbidden to let it creep out when he was around others at TRS HQ. Some of the higher ups had had to actually bribe him to stop him using it as punishment for pissing him off.
As soon as the Shifter started putting on his own accent the wraith started bawling in laughter. holding her stomach and laughing like she hadn't in years. she was beginning to like this large wolf of a man and it it showed in her response. "okay you got me their. between the two of us you definitely have the stupider home accent." she pushed herself onto her knees and jumped to a standing position. " the name is Tembo, Formerly Sergeant of the 504th PIR....though I don't think my rank means Much anymore" she said contemplatively as she scratched the back of her head " I know you TRS types like your paperwork and the like so I'm not going to cause any funny business. Though .... to be fair, from the looks of it if i hadn't put the poor fucker down you would have done it yourself"
She lightly kicked the unconscious shifter in the shin with her steel toed boot and whistled softly " did a number on him, you really did. I haven't seen a shifter like you before. Your a helluva lot bigger than some I've come toe to toe with." She had fought a number of the different Species of supernaturals during her life as a soldier and dealing with them as a squad of mundies was always some of the more dangerous events her and her squad had gone through. luckily they hadn't met their end until van owens, even though there had been quite a few close calls."Sure you aren't some TRS secret weapon purpose bred to be a killing machine?' she flashed him a toothy grin to signal at this point she was just fucking with him. she had all intentions to comply with the officer unless he started making moves against her like he had against the shifters lying at their feet.
"The last time they put me on desk duty, I laced the cafeteria coffee pot with hallucinogenic mushroom spores. Some TRS agents like paperwork. I'm in Research and Development. I make things that slice, dice, and go boom."
He settled against the wall, waiting for Roland to show up with a clean up crew. Her mention about his size managed to elicit a small smirk.
"Dire Wolf Shifters are pretty rare. The last pure blooded one died in the 17th century, now its just mongrels like me, who are throwbacks to an earlier ancestor. Of course, even among dire Shifters, i am on the larger side. Usually Dire Wolves would max out at Mastiff size, but well, you could step off the roof of a small car, onto my back, without having to step down. As for finishing him off, i cant say i wouldnt have. Done it before, not that i like killing."
He paused. Realizing he hadnt given his name.
"Zephyr Wolfe, and yeah, the family name is because of my ancestress who was a wolf shifter in King Arthur's court. Her son, born human, took the last name Wolfe to honor her memory after she went off to kill a beast and didnt come back. Course, we thawed out of the magic ice recently, so you might see her wandering around, trying to find the apothecary or the slave markets."
He closed his eyes, the blood lust was still there, but it was a slow burn now, not the raging fire it had been.
"Listen, far as anyone is concerned, i tried to stop you from killing him, otherwise, i have to talk with the damn shrink at headquarters again about my moral compass, and right and wrong, like the world exists in a state of black and white."
She Shrugged gently." as far as I'm concerned, you tried to talk them outta messing with the cat girl, old holey over there got three slugs for his trouble before i beat what his face into a puddle....I am a wraith after all" she said giving him a knowing look then a nod Aside i figure its time and well I find someone higher up so they can tell me what the hell happened after desert storm,and to see if anyone knows why the fuck I ended up in the middle of fucking canada." the wraith didn't seem all that torn up over what had just Transpired. In fact she seemed more annoyed over the concept of having to deal with people that were going to start asking questions that she herself didn't know the answer too more than anything.
she then cocked her eyebrow softly " but Slave markets?, one of the first thing you say to a black girl is your great great great time fucking who cares grandma goes looking for slave markets." she fixed him a look before she burst out laughing again." Big bad wolf, somebody's gotta teach you how to keep your mouth shut about certain things, it'll save you trouble in the long run" she pushed her self up to a low squatting position, before turning back up towards the massive shifter." but that's aside the point, ETA on your back up?"
Zeph raised an eyebrow. He honestly hadnt noticed the race of the wraith. The way he saw it, the world was divided into Good Creatures, and Bad Creatures. Half the time he only knew the race of someone he was talking to because they smelled of sulfur, dirt, water, or whatever else element their species came around from.
"Roland should be here, before too long. Probably another five minutes. As for the slave markets thing, well, Allura was one of those oddities. She bought slaves, so she could free them. It was a hobby of hers, as she calls it. Far as i know, most of the slaves in Avalon at the time, were criminals who opted for the life of a slave, over being executed for various capital crimes."
As he spoke, Roland arrived. The masked Lycan pushing through the people gathered, and sending TRS agents to each corner of the scene, to keep people out. The local police arrived, with the Hell Hound Sergeant who was always trying to get Zeph to make him a better gun.
It didnt take long for the scene to be secured, and the police to take Zeph's Statement, which consisted of "they pissed me off. so i kicked their asses, then one tried to kill me, and the Wraith killed him."
Roland merely watched, the normally disgustingly joyous expression and attitude that had earned him a reputation as a slacker and a moron, replaced with a serious, and stern look that promised a long lecture later on.
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