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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
The reasons for why the stranger chose her for a proper introduction to Lorsette was beyond Roxanna. Their initial interactions consisted of her shouting and getting angered by the ridiculousness of the bounty cop. Interruptions were made during the capture and evidently, the lycanthrope was not apart of the 'bounty cop fan club'. Nonetheless, the stranger proved her wrong on several occasions with his intentions and wants. He was unpredictable! A random spinner being spun at a high enough speed to blur the array of options.
His decisions were irrational in Roxanna's mind. For somebody to pick her after listening to her growl and snap similar to the angry wolf she was. Arms crossed and eyes narrowed, Roxanna silently listened to the man's introduction. Apparently, his name was Jason Hunter, his robotic partner being rubbed Laika. In addition, formalities were provided, however, shortly dropped in favour of casual conversation. Quietly, the lycanthrope listened, the displeasure playing across her face throughout his words. Moments later, her name was requested.
"Roxanna Arc," she provided. "Bounty hunter, if you can't tell by now."
There was a sharpness to her second comment. A little poke because of the previous events that unfolded.
"Anyways, do you have a preference or something?" She asked shortly afterwards.
The man mentioned wishing to eat at a restuarant and get a proper introduction to Lorsette. Nonetheless, Roxanna wished to inquire about Jason's preferences for food. If she was being forced out to eat, the lycanthrope decided she would play fair.
Jason tilted his head a bit. He had to admit, he liked her apparent displeasure at his seeming randomness. In reality, this was intentional. Each move calculated to get the best possible result. It only seemed as if he was acting impulsively, because that was how he meant it to seem. Granted, accidentally thwarting her initial attempts at capturing the bounty, was an actual oops moment.
"I like food that hasnt been poisoned, and wasnt prepared in a roach nest. Beyond that, my tastes are varied, and many. Pick a place you like I'm buying, and money isnt exactly an issue." He tucked his hand against his side, reaching for the modified Cliff and Weston .44 revolver he kept there. Not to draw it, but to see her reaction to the firearm that cost him as much as a small car.
He drew it, and spun it about, dropping the mag, and clearing the chamber in a fluid movement, before holding it out to her.
"Just because i like to show off how my Dad spoils me sometimes, even though my Papa hates it when he does this."
The subtle, but not exactly hidden reference to his being the child of two men, was there as a light test. He'd had issues in the past with bad reactions to the information.
Fire flickered in her eyes, a temperment restrained. She considered him a smartass, somebody fixated on radiating the air of sarcasm and arrogance. At least, in her formal opinion of the man who ruined her hunt to narrowly rescue it. Though, the man's antics for an impromptu dinner date left a slight tenseness in the woman's frame. While Jason willingly forked over his name, information about character was nonexistent other than their initial exchange. Thus, Roxanna kept herself aware of her surroundings.
Safety came first, especially around strange bounty cops who nearly foil her missions! Though his requirements for food brought a soft furrow of her brow. Oddly, she was unphased by the notion of people attempting to defile the dark-haired man's food. Admittedly, she found it probable given his previous actions. The manner he carried himself was obnoxious and perhaps if she was among the sick-minded, she would have considered it herself. Fortunately, Dr. Jason Hunter would not require an uprising of concerns over the condition of his food.
"Just don't annoy the waiting staff, and then you don't have to worry about them spitting in it either," she said, a teasing underlying to the seriously stated words. "Anyways, there is a nearby bistro, if you like meat, we could head there."
Her hands were placed atop her hips as she spoke. Though, her tenseness returned as her delicate ears heard something drawn. The brunette's ruby eyes fixated on an altered revolver. While not drawn to shoot, the sudden reveal of the weapon perturbed the lycanthrope. Quietly, she listened to his words, picking up on the homosexual parents. She hardly cared about their preferred sexual partners, rather, the disruption to her mood remained on the revolver. The clicking of a spinning barrel filled her ears as her optics stayed fixated on the fun.
"Just don't aim it at me, and I don't care. Now c'mon," she responded, attempting to shake it off casually.
The firearm was noted in Roxanna's mind as she turned away from Jason. Her brown ears were straight and rigid, representing a distrust towards the man. He helped her, but the ruby-eyed woman refused to lend all her trust in a single interaction. Especially given their earlier disagreements...
Jason almost laughed at her distrust. He didnt blame her one bit. Many people found his 'public' face to be annoying, and even agitating. He followed along behind her, silently taking notes on how she moved, and held herself. A Habit of his, from his days training on police work with dearest Dad. His optic network also took measurements of her form, allowing for later recognition from a distance, or from image profiles online.
He Considered the stiff and rigid posture of her ears and spine. While he could understand her not trusting him...he didnt like it either. Normally it didnt bother him. But with her, it was like he had been slapped in the face by someone he was been flirting with.
Which in a way he had, he had to admit to himself. His style of teasing flirtations was not popular. He had to also admit, she was cute, in a 'surly honey badger' sort of way.
Straight-back and determined, Roxanna carried herself with an air of confidence that never overstep the bounds of arrogant. Alas, her brazen personality exhibited itself with every step, as though she marched forth, caring not for judgement and willing to fight for her opinion. Though, for the time being, the woman's innate silliness and humour was masked by her frustrations with her companion. Regularly a smiley, happy-go-lucky individual, it was rare to uncover the overly-serious side. Unfortunately, Roxanna discovered herself stuck in the attitude with Jason's enjoyment of her "seeming" reliance for a single mission; which she arguably NEVER NEEDED had he not meddled.
Her steps remained brisk as they walked, littered with her distrust of him and overall annoyance towards his previous attitudes. If the opportunity was available, the young lycanthrope would have happily avoided him and spoke of his face in passing remarks, however, she held one more job. Get the information and never speak to him again. The overall goal was simple and nothing she could not handle. The Hallow Order required that information about the perpetrator and she wanted to assure his sentencing after the arrest.
Her ruby eyes caught sight of the bistro's sign, Mr. Ben's with the punny slogan of 'Nice to meat you'. The place was not overly expensive and locally source, making it among her favourite places to eat.
"Alright, we're here," the lycanthrope informed him.
She turned off the sidewalk, pushing through the glass door and into the restaurant. The scents of various cookings hit her nose. Quietly, she sniffled, smiling as she indulged herself in the varying scents of the bistro. Her legs moved automatically to the front desk.
"One table for two, please," she requested.
The receptionist greeted them with a smile and nodded. He gestured for their following, to which Roxanna quickly obeyed. Her red eyes glanced back briefly to assure Jason was following. Once at the two-person table, the lycanthrope took her seat and grasped the provided menu.
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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.
