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 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.
Loki, it was a name he knew in association to some human superhero movies. He liked the name it sounded sturdy enough unlike his own. The teen hadn't ever liked his own name especially when dealing with Volac's family line where practically every newborn was named after some high standing demon. But the blame was on his second father Kenneth who wanted him to have a more modernised name. ...Both were to blame...Kenneth for naming him and Volac for letting it happen.
A sigh left him as he entered the expansive clothing store and delved straight into the men's area. He had no interest in actually buying anything, but was instead wandering around Lorsette to get a feel for his new home. Pfft, home he wasn't even certain that word truly had any meaning. His 'home' was and always would be his grandfather's estate...it was the home of any who still bore the Conium's name...everywhere else was simply a brief stay.
Despite the store being on the nicer side it was actually pretty barren. There were only two or three other customers wandering around. It wasn't that Nicolas minded because he didn't. It could be as crowded as a concert for all he cared as long as he wasn't bothered. But for his first visit it made him suspicious that something was keeping others away.
Demons...his whole life was a mixture of caution and chaos. He was supposed to be careful they all were...but even though his parents preached that they would still choose at times to ignore such precautions. Brown eyes drew towards the cashier and from first glance they looked human, but one could never be sure. Everyone was either pretending, hiding or too stubborn or stupid to care. Nicolas was simply neutral. His horns were visible, but he wasn't exactly rushing to tell everyone he was a demon. They wouldn't know until he wanted them to.
"Do you need any help?" one of the other workers came over to ask after eyeing him up from afar, but they played themselves off as friendly. Nicolas didn't care one way or another what their motives were. He simply just looked to them, snatched some pants he had been looking at and moved towards the changing rooms. They were more...decorative than what he usually wore but he was interested in developing his own style rather than forever wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. If only he knew that the very pants he was changing into...were also in the female's section of the store. The sound of an opening nearby stall filled the area, but the teen only took mild notice of it. However, he did note that his stall actually had no mirror in it. The realization caused him to frown and promptly step out of his stall in search of what he wanted. But upon exiting he instantly was bombarded with the fact that there was a woman in the men's changing room.
His gaze hardened into a frown as he stared at her for a moment...determining just for good measures that he was in fact staring at some chick. "You're in the wrong changing room." Nicolas spoke up with little hesitation as he approached the mirror behind her since he needed to use it.
So tell me the sin of the angel with dirtied wings and how she was tainted by the tastes of the wicked. And how is it then that she can still fly on those
fallen wings
@nicolas
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A subtle laugh exhaled from Alida’s parted lips while the shutter of her phone continued to go off, signaling the photos she was capturing that were accompanied with a bright flash or two. The eighteen year old mistakenly believed she had been the only one in the changing room, her features widening into an outright smirk as she began to send a photograph to Felicia and type an appropriately snarky response to go along with it.
It was little wonder, then, that her heart lodged itself straight into her throat when someone else suddenly spoke out to her. “You’re in the wrong changing room.” Mahogany eyes, and a pale complexion, instantly riveted to the blond male who had clearly exited one of the changing rooms.
“’Scuse me?” She questioned with clear accusation, her expression quickly becoming as unfriendly as her tone. For a moment, she kept half of her attention on her phone as she finished the message she had been typing to her friend, and then finally pocketed her phone along with both of her hands before she turned to fully face the male. “This is the woman’s changing room.” She pointed out with arched eye-brows. “And you’re clearly a guy.”
Nicolas waited for her to move, but she stood her ground as she turned to face him and despite having obvious make up and jewellery on her stance and hoodie made her look like a thug...not to mention her...pants... The teen's expression twisted as his mouth opened slightly and he was left biting the inside corner of his mouth. Was she seriously wearing the same pants as him? What were the bloody odds? Brown eyes lifted when she immediately grew defensive instead of getting out of his face.
"It's the men's changing room," he corrected her, but didn't mirror her attitude. He was stiff in his responses, but not huffy like the pmsing girl before him. He continued to wait for her to move but when she didn't he actually glanced around to see if he could just find another mirror.
So tell me the sin of the angel with dirtied wings and how she was tainted by the tastes of the wicked. And how is it then that she can still fly on those
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
It was only when the dirty blond’s attention clearly dipped down to take in her outfit that Alida realized the guy in front of her was dressed in the same pair of black jeans. “It’s the men’s changing room,” He echoed, like some goddamn broken machine, and she could feel her blood beginning to boil just beneath the surface. Her expression became clearly scrutinizing with revulsion as she realized that she was currently dealing with some sort of perv. He clearly made a habit of frequenting women’s changing rooms and trying on their clothes left in the stalls.
Alida visibly feigned vomiting and disgust before she turned away from him in a dismissing manner. It was infuriating having to deal with sh** like this, and she felt rather pissed knowing he had completely ruined the black jeans she had tried on. “F***ing scumbags walking the earth,” She muttered begrudgingly as she began to venture toward the exit of the changing room.
“Excuse me, yeah you, can I get some help over here?” She flagged down the one male worker who was apparently manning the entire store from where she stood in the doorway.
“What can I help you with?”
“There’s a freaking perv in the changing room,” She revealed with a seriousness and a look of clear annoyance as she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder. “He’s clearly made it a habit of harassing women and then trying on their clothing.”
The teen openly scoffed when the chick in front of him called him a scumbag. He had half the mind to drag her sorry ass to the sign that stated very clearly where she was. Maybe then she'd learn to get the heaven off her high horse. When she finally began taking off Nicolas was given a full view of what he was wearing which was utterly pointless because from the moment he saw the same style on some female he deemed them trash.
"What a pain," he sighed out feeling annoyed but not entirely showing it on his face. However, when he heard the girl clearly hollering for a worker to drag him out by the ear he immediately turned around. But the demon stalled when he thought about waltz out in public wearing the same pants as her.
"He's clearly made it a habit of harassing women and then trying on their clothing." The chick's voice pierced through the stall, hell, it pierced through the entire god damn store. "What?" He muttered bitterly to himself as he finished changing and finally jerked out of his stall.
"Why don't you take your head out of your ass and look at the sign," Nicolas begrudging voice came from the hall until he ventured out into the open. "Those are men's pants and this is the mens changing...room..." The gesturing of his hand faltered when he saw the funky sign that showed...half a man and half a woman smashed together. It was then that the worker chuckled happily as though the solution to their problem was there all along.
"Oh, dear me. This is the woman's annnd men's changing room. It's unisex, just like your pants. In fact you don't even need a gender to use this facility."
"Are you f**king kidding me." It wasn't a question it was a bloody statement. He was inches away from punching that smile right off of the workers face.
So tell me the sin of the angel with dirtied wings and how she was tainted by the tastes of the wicked. And how is it then that she can still fly on those
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
“Why don’t you take your head out of your ass and look at the sign,” All of a sudden the dirty blond appeared directly beside her in the doorway with an unpleasant look on his face. “Those are men’s pants and this is the men’s changing—,” In unison, the both of them, with scowling and narrowed features, glared up at the sign on the wall, “—room…”
“What the hell is that?” The comment escaped her before she could do anything about it as she openly balked at the sign in clear aggravation.
A deep chuckle from the male worker brought Alida’s attention to him as he explained that the fitting room was unisex. “Just like your pants,” He added further salt to the wound, and Alida visibly flinched and was given the heebie-jeebies. “In fact, you don’t even need a gender to use this facility.”
“Are you f**king kidding me.”
Upon hearing the other’s remark, Alida had briefly brought her gaze to him, but her attention snagged on the fact that he had removed the proof. He had changed out of the jeans before appearing to defend his case. A look of irritation passed over her features, but she drew her gaze away from him and toward the sign hanging on the wall. What does he mean that we can both use the changing room?
She looked down to her jeans. “Argh, well dammit…,” She sighed heavily with annoyance and defeat as she placed one of her hands over her face. Of course, there was also the fact that Dweeb beside her apparently hadn’t been a perv after all. It was frustrating to know that such a coincidence had happened. What had been the odds of all of this so perfectly falling into place?
“I didn’t like them, anyway,” She blurted out, matter-of-factly, as she shot the male beside her a dark look, and then took her leave back inside the fitting room.
Unisex was something he had heard about before particularly with his friends back in Ramstead Academy. They basked in the idea on being able to use places with girls it was a dream to them. He could see the benefit of it from a man's perspective, but beyond that Nicolas didn't think about it. He had no need...his current attention was getting a boyfriend.
He looked to the girl beside him when she openly expressed her aggravation and swatted at her face. It might have worked out weirdly, but he was glad her own judgement had bit her in the ass. Nicolas scoffed when she glared at him and took her leave without so much as an apology.
"Typical," he muttered as he moved away from the store clerk and right to the exit. Of course she wouldn't apologise. Women were all the same so full of themselves.
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