Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Normally one would enjoy a nice quiet day frolicking with the potent beams of sunshine that spark only the warmest of vibes in this peaceful part of town. Others would take the opportunity to stay indoors and just enjoy the ambiance through their windows while sipping on a cup of coffee. Then there were some who would rather sit on a park bench and simply enjoy the drama-free air. Maryam, however, fell out of all three of these categories, and had found herself curled up on a pile of mulch next to a flower bed in front of some random store. You may wonder how she ended up there and why, both of these questions being no stranger to Maryam's pointless antics. The rosy-cheeked girl desired nothing more than a warm spot under the sun to lay the day away, beit on a pile of mulch, pillows, or the warmth of another person.
Fortunately, the northern areas of Lorsette were quieter than others, allowing Maryam to sleep outside with almost zero consequences -- not that Maryam was aware of these potential consequences in the first place, but she could at least correlate infrequent crowds of people to quiet, ultimately resulting in a more carefree environment, letting her do as she pleased. Some would brush her off as some weird child whose role-model was a cat, and others scoffed, assuming the cozy girl was homeless and without guardianship. While the latter was true, Maryam actually did have an apartment -- she just completely forgot where it was, thus leading to her date with a pile of mulch.
Hopefully the next passersby wouldn't think much of the sleepy cinnamon bun... but if they happened to wake her up, they'd be in for a warm surprise.
What the hell is that? [break] No, really, what the shit is that!? Is that a child? Bell found himself perched on top of a light pole, sunning his bright crimson wings in the afternoon sun when his keen eyes picked up on something very unusual at ground level. Flipping his shades up, he narrowed his gaze and attempted to get a better look from his roosting spot. What he witnessed filled his heart with apprehension. The familiar saw what appeared to be a young girl sleeping on top of mulch in front of Mr. Houe’s shop. She was slumbering away like it wasn’t an issue. Needless to say, Bell was beyond concerned by this. Her makeshift bed looked dreadfully painful, not to mention, she was a small girl sleeping outside! The passersby seemed to pay no heed to her. Either they outright ignored the pathetic soul, or shot her nasty passing glances. What was wrong with people!? Thankfully, for this girl, it was in Bell's nature as a familiar, and a rooster, to be particularly protective. Like any good mother hen, Bell had it in his mind that he was going to help this poor defenseless chick. [break] It didn’t take much to glide down to where she was. As soon as Bell’s boots hit the pavement, the man folded his wings behind him and strolled over to the slumbering lass. Golden eyes looked her over with concern. “Hey!” He called as knelt in front of her. Where did she come from? And, more importantly, where the hell were her parents!? "Kid, wake up!"
The young girl would continue to snooze the day away under the sun's warmth as people entered and left the shop behind her. The bell's chimes had made its way into Maryam's subconscious, making her feet twitch every so often in response to its playful chirps. Needless to say, Maryam found enjoyment in nearly everything, even when she was unconscious. Her ears would suddenly perk as the sunlight seemed to disappear, confused, she would lazily open her eyes to investigate -- but not before rolling off the pile of mulch onto the hard concrete below.
"Oof!" She exclaimed, rubbing her eyes before staring her way up the strange man before her. He was the sun thief! There was only one possible conclusion Maryam could make from this: If he stood in place of the sun, then he was a prophet of the sun! Or absorbed it! That would explain his odd wings and golden eyes... a smile crept onto her face, and without hesitation, she stood up with open arms, wrapping them around his torso for a big afternoon hug. Yes, just as she suspected, he was warm... very warm... and... "You smell like chicken..." She would say, staring up at him with big eyes and a toothy smile. For the stranger, this was probably a lifetime's worth of awkward interactions, but for Maryam it was Friday. She didn't know any better.
The longer Bell stood there, the more frustrated he became by the situation. He wasn’t angry at the poor girl, but rather, everyone around her. A protective soul like him couldn’t stand idly by and let something like this happen to an innocent girl. Bell could not help but to compare this young lady to a helpless little chick. She seemed so meek and vulnerable. Like a hawk could easily swoop in and snatch her up. How could any decent person just leave her here unsupervised? The deep red feathers on his wings ruffled with aggravation. A million and one questions filtered through his brain as he waited. What was she doing here alone? Why was she sleeping outside? Where were her parents? Did she live around here? [break] It wasn’t until the teen began to stir that Bell was pulled from his troubling thoughts. He watched, wincing, as she rolled off the pile of mulch and landed onto the concrete below with a plop. She hit the ground and expelled an audible oof. Bell would react as any concerned person would. He hovered over her, looking the girl over to make sure she was okay. “Are you alright?” Thankfully, she didn’t look hurt from her short fall. Before he could get an answer, the teen smiled up at him before wrapping her arms around his waist and pulled the man into a hug. Bell’s body grew tense and his wings fluffed out. Bright red feathers splayed as his golden eyes widened in surprise. “What the fuck!?” He exclaimed, with arms raised he took a step back, but to his displeasure she continued to cling to him like a tick. [break] “You smell like chicken.” [break] Bell’s expression shifted from worry to that of disdain. Great, another comedian. “Rooster!” He corrected, “I smell like a rooster.” While most conversations that started out with an insult on his behalf would have ended in a fight, this particular affair would take a different route. The familiar couldn’t find it in him to stay angry at this adorable lass. It didn’t take much for the doe-eyed teen to win him over either. With an exasperated sigh, Bell lifted a hand and brushed some bits of mulch from her rose-colored hair. This situation was awkward enough for him. Didn’t her parents teach her not to hug strangers? Bell was thankful he ran into her before a creep decided to snatch her up. He shuddered at the thought. “Where the hell are your parents, kid?” The familiar tipped his head to the side curiously as he waited for an answer.
Continuing to cling to the poor, golden haired man, Maryam stared up at him with wide eyes and a curious smile, completely oblivious to his random bursts of confusion and disdain. What's a rooster? She cocked her head as she pondered her memories of pillow-sized winged creatures. It took her a moment, but it eventually clicked. "Oh..." She exclaimed, pointing at the feathers on the man's wings. "Roosters are messier than chickens!" She was referring to the difference in feathers between the two animals, but of course she couldn't say it in a constructive manner. She would then wrap her arms back around his torso as soon as she was sure he got the point.
Where the hell are your parents, kid?
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Maryam paused. One would assume she was caught off guard by the question because of a tragedy that took her parents away from her, and while that was true, in her case it was actually the other way around. Maryam was dead. Her life was cruelly taken away from her, only to be discovered by her parents as her body was already beginning to rot away. But, when she opened her eyes again, she was reborn. As far as she knew, she was born a spirit, and the concept of family had never applied to her life. So, needless to say, Maryam didn't remember any of that. To her knowledge, she had crawled out of the Earth to simply bless it with flowers and hugs...
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Oh, no, that's not why Maryam paused. She actually didn't register the question until a few seconds after it was asked. She had spent an awkward amount of time observing the clouds graciously floating above the rooster god's head. "Um... I dunno..." She finally responded, a look of awe on her face as if she had done something wrong by not having... or not remembering her parents. "I dunno what those are!" She added, subtly falling down the rooster's body as her grip began to dwindle on him. The position was uncomfortable, but it was worth it to deliver the warmth of organic contact to the rooster god.
This was an incredibly strange situation to say the least. What was he going to do with this poor girl? The rooster’s mind ran through a few ideas while Mary grew quiet. In his one hundred and eight years on the planet, the familiar had never run into this particular problem before. It was a real head-scratcher. [break] First and foremost, he would have to find her parents somehow. Bell wasn’t exactly sure how old this girl was. In an age where you could be over five hundred years old and still look like a child, deciphering her age could be particularly tricky. She looked teen-aged, but looks could be deceiving. He would have to ask her. Soon the girl spoke up, her words caught the familiar off guard. [break] “Roosters are messier than chickens!” [break] The girl even took the time to point at his wings for emphasis. Sure, she looked like a teen, but she acted like a damn child. What was he supposed to say to that!? She was starting to get under his skin, but thankfully, Bell would keep the brunt of his temper at bay. He rolled his eyes, snorted, and said, “What? That’s not true!” A proud rooster like him was one to keep up with appearance, hearing such an insult irked the hell out of him. “There is nothing wrong with my feathers…” His lips pursed as he muttered that last bit under his breath. [break] It took the girl a moment to answer his question. At first, the familiar thought his words did not reach her. He waited patiently as she continued to stare up at the clouds. It wasn’t until she answered that he began to frown. Bell’s heart sunk into his stomach when the girl explained that she did not know; Her expression was concerning as well. Searching for her folks was out the window now that a new problem presented itself. Perhaps she lost her memory? Maybe the fall from the mulch pile was what did it? No, why the fuck would she have slept on mulch in the first place? Bell let out a loud groan while running his fingers through his blonde hair. “For fuck’s sake...” Now he had to think of a new plan.
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As if this situation wasn’t awkward enough with her clinging to him like she was, the girl's grip loosened, and she began to slide down. “Whoa! Wait a minute!” Bell called out, while wrapping his arms round her and pulling her back up. He didn’t mind the closeness so much, but this position was rather uncomfortable for him. A defeated sigh left Bell’s lips as he looked down at her and flashed a weak smile. Changing the subject was for the best. “My name is Bell.” Perhaps, she was hungry? Sitting down somewhere quiet sounded like the best course of action while digging for more information, besides the poor girl might need a bite to eat anyway. "What is your name?" [break] "Would you like some food?"
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