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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Summer was always among Tadashi’s favoured seasons. Basking in the warmth shining down from the skies above summoned a sense of comfort and happiness for the naga. Sunshine was a treasured occurrence by those riddled with the weakness of cold-bloodedness. Hardly a breeze meddled with the warmth, bringing forth a sea of delight for Tadashi. A satisfied sigh left the redhead’s lips as he returned to the outside world. Fresh from a mission and given the opportunity to relax, the naga already knew he wished to bask in the outside world.
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The buzz of summer air engulfed Tadashi as he ventured out from the main headquarters of the TRS. Sunlight kissed his skin, summoning a welcomed warmth he craved. Every aspect was enjoyed, from the stillness in the air to the overbearing warmth. The temperature regulating bracelet Tadashi oftentimes wore was stowed away in his pocket to thoroughly enjoy every precious second of summer heat. Aimlessly the man wandered from headquarters, remaining relatively close to the building to avoid ramifications of interrupting a sparring session.
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His dull brown eyes wavered towards the sparring field where hunters frequently practiced their skills. From his present distance, he could make out the movements of people facing off. The shapes moved gracefully, dancing around attacks before countering with their own. It kept the redhead's eyes locked on the display of bravery and excellent practice. A soft sigh left his soft lips as he observed the sparring. Throughout his scouting career, Tadashi discovered his eyes straying to hunters and watching their work; he admired it.
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The Abbots were expected to become scouts. The sidelined assistants of hunters who tracked down terrors and gathered information while they accomplished the fighting. He always wished for the wondrous position of a hero, somebody who helped and saved lives. Envy followed him, even over his secret boyfriend's magnificent occupation as a TRS hunter. It suffocated him. Reminded him on how he would never receive the cheering applause gifted to the heroic for their daring exploits. Rather, he was stuck from his refusal to disappoint his parents further.
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Already, Tadashi displayed blatant disinterest in the woman he was arranged to marry. Yet, the days counted down, a sinister clock reminding him that shortly, his future wife's 18th birthday approached. The naga flinched at the thought, throwing it away. His legs moved automatically in search of an escape from his thoughts. Every step brought him closer to the recent sparring match, the pair finishing their round. Perhaps he could attempt to join in under the guise of sharpening his self-defence skills with hardened fighters.
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Silently, the redhead approached, taking a suitable position to observe the grand finale on the sparring match. Any thoughts of the arranged marriage were bottled away and thrown into the ocean of thoughts. With everything happening, marriage was a countdown to leaving Ian... The seraphim held Tadashi's genuine feelings, manifesting heart flutters and affectionate actions. Their intimate engagements welcomed and wanted by the young naga... Alas, within the month he would be placed into a position of forced cheating...
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His stomach felt empty at the thought, heart trembling in concern. He wanted to stand beside Ian and display their affection towards one another to the world... A birdcage was shoved over him, and escape felt futile.
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[attr="class","you-i-bottom-text"]549 Words | @rayan
Things had been fairly quiet lately, so now was as good a time as any to get some practise in. He was still pretty new to fighting without a mentor, so it wouldn't do to slack off and lose touch. Not to mention shape. He liked to eat, but in his line of work, he preferred that shape to not be, you know, round. Then again, the rate he leaped about, whether it be this more humanoid form or masquerading as a regular(ish) cat, perhaps that wouldn't have been too big a concern after all! [break][break] Practising with his blades, somewhere between daggers and short swords in length, he knew that perhaps he should be working on his firearms training as well. His father had been quite the good shot, but then it sounded as if he had been the best at everything when it came to hunting. Though he had chosen to follow in his fathers footsteps, he knew that he could never be like him. He had to be his own person, with his own skills and accomplishments. His old man had always said that, 'you can only be better than yourself'. He had tried to take those words to heart, but it was difficult when some of the older hunters couldn't resist making comparisons. There was only so much his pride could take, which was what had led to him sparring with such a more experienced hunter. He supposed that the idea was that they humiliated him into doing better, but he wasn't that hot headed. Indeed, he relied more on cunning and guile, goading his opponents into making a mistake. It often worked to, when people underestimated him because he was new and not a species that many would consider to be a warrior of any kind (despite his late fathers renown). [break][break] That was exactly what happened in this instance, the older male striking at him, Rayan gracefully dodging the rattled human and landed a kick in the small of his back. A dirty trick, maybe, but that was another thing his father often said; the enemy won't fight fair, so neither should you. Perhaps not as good as the former advice, especially when it came to getting people to like you, but as the other male got to his feet, gruffly muttering his congratulations with barely concealed resentment, before taking his leave. [break][break] Sheathing his weapons, he turned to head back to headquarters, intending to stow his weapons and maybe get to know some of the others. He wasn't all that familiar with a lot of the others in his unit, hunter scout or medic. Especially the latter too, so he did not recognise the young male who, seemed deep in thought. Not good thoughts either, he wagered, although he was no mind reader. [break][break] "Hey, something eating you?", he asked, though he knew full well that the virtual stranger may not be willing to disclose his thoughts to someone he barely knew, but maybe he could at least help him feel a little better?
Thoughts mixed and bubbled inside of Tadashi's head despite his wishes for a distraction. The amount of events occurring in a single month was overwhelming for the young man. His blatant lack of care towards his fiance failed to detract the woman's attention. Had he failed to push her away?! The finishing moves of the fight passed by Tadashi's eyes as he delved deeper into his thoughts. They consumed him as he stood on the sidelines, brown eyes staying blank the longer he thought about the facts suffocating him.
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Freedom to make choices, it was everything Tadashi craved. The opportunity to refuse the marriage request shoved towards him and marry the man he felt genuine feelings for. With the date closing in, he struggled to maintain focus as arrangements were arranged. The sounds of another voice shook the redhead from his birdcage of distressing thoughts. A half-attentive huh breached his lips as he glanced at the source of the noise. Through his distracting mental garble, he missed the spars closing and received detection for his blank staring.
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Narrowly, Tadashi managed an awkward grin followed by him scratching the back of his head. Perhaps by the sparing arena was not a good location to zone out...
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"Ehh, it is nothing major," he began as his arm returned to his side. "Oh... but who won? I think I zoned out a bit."
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As he awaited his answer, Tadashi's scouts eyes accomplished the instinctive protocols of his division. They analyzed the man who disturbed him, noticing his physical traits. A fellow TRS, hunter based on the accenting of his uniform, but not elite. Animal ears poked from brown hair, their shape and style being similar to a cats, suggesting he was among the feline species of creatures. The redhead's eyes were quickly to glance over the name tag, revealing an unfamiliar moniker belonging to the stranger; Rayan Marsh.
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According to the unit displayed above, they shared placement within the TRS. Then again, the sheer amount of members being filtered through resulted in difficulties in memorizing everybody's name. They were a large organization designed to take down the threats of Zeredah after all.
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"Huh, how long have you been around here, Rayan?" The scout asked, pronouncing the name with a subtle slowness. "First time I have seen you."
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Given the amount of members of the TRS, Tadashi struggled to maintain tabs on all of them. Hence, the useful of people having name tags. On Tadashi's blue-accented uniform, he held the same revealing of his name. Above the scout's crest sat Tadashi's unit, the prestigious unit three. Admittedly, there was a hidden envy of the man's orange accents and hunter rank. For years, Tadashi craved the thrills of a battle, yet, he was stationed in the meagre scouting unit... An expected position for the Abbot family who raised scouts, not hunters.
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[attr="class","you-i-bottom-text"]476 Words | @rayan
Wow,this guy must have been really out of it, to not even notice his approach, but then that was why Rayan had chosen to do so in the first place. Something was really eating at him, but if he insisted that it was 'nothing major', then he wouldn't push it. Really, it was none of his business, but he did like to try and look out for some of the others, when possible. It didn't matter what unit or division they happened to be, but as his eyes settled on the blue accents of the uniform, clearly indicating that this guy was a scout. Same unit too, though there were a great many of them, so it would be nigh on impossible to remember everyone. [break][break] "Unit 3, nice!". He beamed, attempting to put the other's mind a little more at ease as he asked his question. "Who won? I did, just though. Guy put up a good fight", he answered with a shrug, stopping short at calling it a fluke. perhaps that was all it was, but then his opponents had made the mistake of underestimating him. Hopefully that meant that he had learned his lesson and would survive a little longer out in the field, also meaning that he had done his good deed for the day. Maybe. [break][break] Asking how long he had been around, Rayan tried to think back just how long it had actually been. He had only recently broken free from his mentor, but he still felt he had a lot to learn. Some lessons really could only be learned in the field, but sparring was hardly a wasted effort. [break][break] "A while, actually. Only got out of apprenticeship a week or so ago though", he admitted. "Still, we all have to start somewhere right...", he paused briefly as he read the name on the other's tag, noting that he had done the same. It always felt a little strange when people he had never met addressed him by his name, but then it was kind of necessary to know. ..."Tadashi?", he finished his sentence while trying to ignore how awkward it felt. Oh well, better get used to it! [break][break] "Can't say I've seen your face around here either", he added in another attempt to break the ice a little, "but when someone zones out where people are flailing weapons around, always a good idea to check up on them, y'know?" He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile of sorts.
Distractions, as expected, were always a problematic existence given the attention attracted from his blank staring. Yet, the troubling thoughts of his arranged marriage to a bratty naga made Rayan a welcomed presence. Rather than contemplate the future actions to be taken, he would fixate his attention elsewhere. This instance being on the man who held unique cat-like features and a position as a TRS hunter. The redhead would be lying if he said he was not a little envious, however, he kept his lips silenced to those emotions.
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Through the years he wished for the thrills of the hunter's division, yet, Tadashi refused to become a disappointment to his family... Especially given his second thoughts on marriage initially. Although, a temptation tickled the naga's thoughts as he interacted with the man. Perhaps an opportunity for some well-required practice and thought avoiding was presenting itself. The man confessed to reigning victory over his colleague, suggesting him the better of the fighters. There was a chance some training was in order to sharpen his skills in self-defense with a stronger opponent.
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Occasionally, scouts received the misfortune of being on the wrong side of an Assembly member's weapon or a terror's claws. As their conversation proceeded, the man explained his recent graduation from apprenticing to full-fledged hunter. The redhead nodding, favouring him with a broad grin.
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"Well, congrats dude. Nice to have a skilled hunter," Tadashi said with a slight cheer to his voice. "We always need more."
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With the pronunciation of his name, Tadashi provided the man with a nod. The man appeared familiar with the name tags, accessing its information to proceed their conversation. Mutually, they were unaware of one another, never speaking because of the sheer volume of people within the units. Although, the following comment resulted in a hand reaching back and scratching the back of his head.
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"Yeah, my bad," he awkwardly laughed to punctuate. "Not my intention, but I'm thinking some extra training would help, you know? I might be a scout, but the terrors don't really give a damn."
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Terrors never considered how well somebody fought. They were not searching for challenges, they were searching for victims. The redhead knew this from his experiences in the TRS, hence, he prepared himself for the worse. Furthermore, it gave him the opportunity to feel the thrills of a hunter's training should he persuade this man to lend some assistance.
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"Thanks, got a lot to learn yet though!", Rayan responded with matching enthusiasm. Well, maybe not quite matching, as it was still clear that the other guy was wearing a mask of sorts, hiding behind a cheery facade for some reason or another. He too had been guilty of that on more than one occasion, though he knew that no good ever came out of simply pretending that all was well. Too much placed into a bottle, no matter the size, had the risk of overflowing and causing a scene, after all.
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A knowing smile appeared as the other laughed awkwardly, seemingly agreeing that maybe this wasn't the best place to get lost in a day dream after all. Still, no harm done, so nothing to worry about, right? It did seem however that he had found himself here for the same reason as most people who came to the training grounds. To him at least, it made sense that a scout would want to brush up on their fighting skills, just as much as a hunter. They were out in the field too, often alone, so really they did need to defend themselves should something go awry. [break][break] "Stands to reason, not like the Terrors care if someone can fight back or not", he replied with a small shrug. in fact, he would assume that they would prefer not, as that would make them much easier prey. That was the reason trained hunters existed, after all, but even they were nothing without the others. Scouts, medics, even those who worked within the building itself were all a part of the team, not one more important than the other. There was no 'I' in team, after all, whether it came to individuals or whole factions. [break][break] "Y'know, seeing as we're here, maybe we can have a little spar or something then?", he suggested. Though he didn't know this 'Tadashi', it might be a good way to do so. "You got much experience in a fight? Weapons and stuff?", he then asked in order to gauge just what kind of practise they should go for. He was no professor, but he didn't want to go all out on someone who maybe didn't have much clue what they were doing. "Eh, not that I mean to be patronising or anything", he added a little sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as his ears drooped a little at the realisation.
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