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.
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"Loosen up, will ya?" The girl beside him stated bluntly after openly frowning at him in disapproval. Man, she was high maintenance and had absolutely no filter. The dirty blonde mentally cringed when she began retracting their previous encounter.
"The first time we met you told me I was a perv wearing women's clothing, and the second time you--I don't like being touched...okay leave it at that..." he mumbled out begrudgingly and even though her temper was explosive he still wouldn't let anyone talk down to him.
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: ---
“The first time we met you told me I was a perv wearing women’s clothing,” He pointed out begrudgingly, and her obnoxious laughter died as she instead gave him a peculiar look while she continued shrugging on her coat and buttoning it up. “And the second time you —I don’t like being touched… okay leave it at that…”
Alida’s brows snapped together in momentary bewilderment over his statement, and she appeared to take a moment to think it over, her face lighting up in an ‘aha’ moment. Instinctively, she raised her hand to hit him on his back in playful bantering but appeared to catch herself and quickly jerked her arm away from him and then behind her back.
“Oooh, okay.” She decided cooperatively, and with a nod of her head. “Yeah, well, the first time was just a misunderstanding, okay? No hard feelings and all that jazz.”
Nicolas drew his brown eyes to her when she responded and he was suspicious over just what she was implying. He realised then that he was being defensive around her when he really shouldn't have cared. If she was this open with him then why was he even bothering to not accuse her of being a cosplayer!
"Look it's fine. Just be more careful next time. Don't just swing punches...you always have to analyse your enemies." She was right he was tense and awkward...but he wasn't used to interacting with a girl like this...and especially a girl that... didn't have any kind of filter. She seemed outgoing and blunt and too forward...it was uncomfortable!
Nicolas hadn't even known how they got to just casually talking and he certainly shouldn't have been offering advice to a faker! But that trend seemed to continue as they stepped outside and he caught a glimpse of one of those thugs stepping towards them. It was a distraction though because simultaneously he caught sight of movement from the other side of them.
"Eat holy water b*****!"
It happened so quickly...and he acted on impulse...on the whatif factor of the girl somehow actually being a demon. His fathers would tear him apart if they knew he had risked any part of himself for a woman, but the reaction was natural for him. The dirty blonde jerked forward and shielded the stranger from the attack. Most of the water landed on his jacket, but some of it got on the back of his neck and right hand. The scent of burning flesh was instant and the pain was also the same. He gritted his teeth trying to hold himself back, but the feeling was too much. He couldn't touch the wound or he'd just spread it to other parts of his body...he could do nothing but lower to his knees and muffle a scream.
"I'm going to f**king KILL YOU," he shouted as he dug his fingers into the ground and tried to keep himself conscious while the pain continued to seer through his body.
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: ---
“Look it’s fine. Just be more careful next time. Don’t just swing punches… you always have to analyse your enemies.” The dirty blond lightly chastised her actions and Alida let out an audible sigh of exasperation. She would have continued their conversation (she had plenty more to say) but once they stepped out of the building she caught sight of one of the thugs from prior.
“Eat holy water b**ch!” Alida jerked her gaze toward the left where the second thug abruptly stepped out of hiding, and in a rapid gesture flung the holy liquid at her. She felt momentarily paralyzed, if only for the merest of a second, seizing up in shock, while the blur of the other male’s jacket took over her vision followed by the sound of sizzling skin and muffled pain.
“Shit,” Alida viciously cursed. The male beside her crumbled to the ground, although yelling in a rage as the two middle schoolers took off down the street. Without thinking or constraining herself, she manipulated the shadows of a nearby alleyway to form dark spikes that launched at the retreating assailants. “F**kers!” She swore after them. Squatting down, she scooped up a couple handfuls of snow before bringing them to the teen, kneeling down before him and grasping onto his jacket’s sleeve and forcing his hand sideways as she placed the snow over the top of his hand.
“Burn it,” She demanded, sounding angry because of the intensity of the situation. The time she had spent training at the TRS with her father and brother had given her valuable lessons on how to deal with Holy Water, despite not being affected by it herself.
Perspiration had coated his body as it tried to fight the poison that was causing him so much pain. He had only ever dealt with this crap twice in his life...once while training and the second time... Nicolas' gaze hardened as he blocked out the memory and focused on trying to burn his wounds with his own flame. The girl who was with him didn't hesitate to help him out and her obvious knowledge on the subject...and cool demeanour made him double take his earlier thoughts on her being a fake.
Fire began to envelop his hand...and the back of his neck as he concentrated on burning away any traces of the water before it damaged him anymore. But the pain would last for the next couple of days...it'd always be there a sharp ache.
He hissed out in aggravation and gripped an area of his wrist to hold out his hand as he continued to completely encase it in flames. He was going to kill them...he was going to hunt them down and murder those bastards. Thanks to the girl beside him his hand was taken care of but faster than his neck...which was still currently on fire...but Nicolas couldn't stand just yet...the pain was still there and it f**king hurt.
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: ---
With the snow against his hand, and the dirty blond using his fire manipulation, he was able to first rinse off most of the remnants of the holy water and then proceed to burn the rest away. Grasping onto him, not thinking of his words from earlier, she positioned him in a way where she could successfully place snow over the side of his neck in a way that it wouldn’t run down his shoulder or back. He had already been attempting to burn it away there and Alida’s immunity to fire helped her to deal with the heat.
“Those damn f**king bastards,” She angrily continued to retort as she helped him. “We’re going to f**king kill them.”
Nicolas was awkwardly drawn closer to her as she poured more snow on his neck to try and help him further. But the dirty blonde was in too much pain to care. He could barely even think or speak right now. It took him a handful of minutes to finally stop the fire on his neck...but he still wasn't able to function too well. People were wandering by staring, but no one bothered to help...it just reminded him of what his parents said...demon's look after each other.
Family was the most reliable to look out for each other and then came demons...but everyone else could careless. Even some demon's would try to finish the job if they saw some kind of benifit from it.
"Hey..." he whispered raspy as sweat dripped down his brow. "Do you have...a teleportation...hex or anything like that? I wanna...get out...of here."
She had...touched his flaming neck...so it...was a safe bet that she...maybe could...was most likely a demon... Man he hurt...
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: ---
“Hey… Do you have… a teleportation… hex or anything like that?” The dirty blond’s request… surprised Alida, and immediately filled her with dread. “I wanna… get out… of here.”
Great..., she thought to herself, heavy in the sarcasm, as she stared out at the bustling activity on the street and the attention they had, unfortunately, drawn. She could understand why he was requesting it, but her stomach sunk with the idea of teleporting him back to her bedroom within the Norwood’s residence. She had drawn a hex symbol back in Corner Brook, but the city had been demolished and she had no idea if it would still be intact.
“Hang on, let’s see…,” She muttered as she pushed him back up to sit on his own so she could move to retrieve the materials required from her backpack. “I’ll have to first use a Sight hex to see if it’s even still possible to teleport there.” Once she pulled the chalk from her bag she began to draw the appropriate symbol and then activated the hex. The vision of what she was seeing before her eyes completely changed and she came out of the vision rather shocked.
“Holy shit, it’s still there. I can’t believe it.” She sounded astounded, and began to erase the pattern of the sight and finished the teleportation symbol. “C’mon, let’s go,” She urged, a little too interested, as she grabbed him from under the arms to begin trying to drag his ass closer to the hex.
Nicolas...just rested and tried to breath in slowly. His muffled screaming had stopped...and now he was just fighting the need to pass out. Holy water was the absolute worst...and it made him curse himself for reacting how he did. Now that he was away from the situation he could see countless ways he could have handled it differently. For one he shouldn't have protected the girl at all...he should have used his flame to burn the damn sewage water before it even touched either of them...then he could have torn those guys heads off.
The girl agreed and was talking about...checking to make sure it was still there with another hex. He wished she would just you know...get them out of there right away. But whatever...he should have just been thankful she was willing to move him.
His expression strained when she suddenly grabbed him and started lugging his sorry ass to the hex she had created. The whole thing was humiliating, but right as he struggled out of her hold to tell her he 'had it' the teen realised he was already where he needed to be. From there the girl was teleporting them, but not before the dirty blonde purposely stuck his middle finger up at the passing pedestrians. The movement was instant and wherever they landed the two kicked up shit ton of dust. He started hacking...while dealing with his wounds and just...this was not what he had imagined when he asked her to get him out of there. "Where...are we?" Nicolas quipped as he covered his face with his jacket sleeve as he muffled a few more hacks.
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: ---
They arrived within her old bedroom in Corner Brook with a grand, sweeping, entrance that flung every last grain of dust up into a storm thick enough to leave the quarters in a temporary haze. Both youths emerged in a fit of coughs, and Alida immediately raised one of her hands to shove her face against the sleeve of her coat.
“Where… are we?” The dirty blond hacked out.
“My old bedroom,” Alida replied chipperly, even in despite of the coughing she endured. Eventually, the dust settled and within the dim lighting from the cracks in the walls and floorboards, her old bedroom emerged.
She waved her arm in front of her to clear more of the dust, but ultimately decided to sit down beside the other teen and lean back against the wall where the symbol was etched above her head.
"My old bedroom," she answered him, but sounded overly happy despite currently choking. Old? She brought him to some abandon house? The realisation was both annoying and understandable, but mostly annoying.
"Well thanks..." Nicolas returned as he brought his back against one of the walls and sat beside her...still dealing with his pain. His expression showed that feeling as he remained still and kept his wounded hand clenched into a fist. He would be fine, but it'd just take him a bit.
Holy water...what were the odds and how was he going to explain it to his parents. How was he going to explain her to his parents. "Pfft...maybe I'll stay here for a week..." he muttered out his own problems under his breath. But of course it wasn't plausible.
"It's cold..." he muttered out and actually began using his powers to create fire and balance the flame atop a cloud of darkness. It was difficult to use his abilities...but the small flame would provide them with some warmth at least.
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: ---
“Well thanks…,” He grumbled under his breath, but positioned himself against the wall beside her. She could had retorted with something snarky, because she had caught on to his tone, but upon seeing him gripping tightly onto his hand and his features twisted with pain, she just let out a sigh and kept quiet. The dirty blond made some sort of strange and vague comment about staying here for a week or so, and then began to complain about the cold.
“Oh, that’s right…,” She mumbled out as she glanced around the dark interior. She grew a bit sheepish as she admitted; “I didn’t think about that.” He used his fire manipulation in order to create an airborne flame to heat the room, and Alida felt a moment of paranoia over her own lack of fire manipulation.
“Hey, listen…,” She began after a moment of silence. She had stretched both of her legs out before her and was kind of, sort of, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “I’m starting to feel kind of indebted to you, you know? So, uh, you can stop throwing yourself to my… er… defense?” She was awkward and cringey with the conversation, fiddling more hard-corely with her hands as she trudged onward. “I mean, c’mon, jeez, holy water? Just let me take it, or something.”
Nicolas scoffed when she admitted how she hadn't thought about the fact that she was taking him to a desolate place...with no heat, no clean water, no bandages...nothing...just an empty dusty box. He exhaled slowly as he closed his eyes and leaned back and just focused on the feeling of his abilities mingling before him. He had to stay focused or they'd vanish...
"Hey, listen..." the girl began beside him and the dirty blonde lingered with his eyes closed for a moment longer before finally slowly looking to her. "I'm starting to feel kind of indebted to you," she began and oddly his eyes lowered to her sweater...and the saying on the front caused him to laugh through his nose.
Wow...how had he not noticed that before. It was so befitting it hurt...
"You've never been hit with holy water have you?" Nicolas mused slowly as he drew his brown eyes back up to her and looked more relaxed and entertained than he had been in awhile. He supposed a massive dose of mind boggling pain would do that to ones mind.
"If you have you'd never so causally talk about it..." he continued.
Running to her defence...did she have to say it in such a degrading way? Couldn't she just say thank you again or something...
"You do owe me though..." he mumbled out with a smile as he leaned back and rested once more. His flame took a hit as he continued to use his energy and the light and heat along with the shadow was starting to dwindle away.
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: ---
Alida noticed the way he appeared to snicker and it instantly caused her to look to him in embarrassed anger, but only to catch that his gaze was on her shirt, and when she directed her attention there she finally realized what he had found funny. Another hefty sigh escaped her, especially since she had been trying to have a serious conversation with the guy. But, of course, he just had to go and find the most inappropriate time to start laughing at her choice of a shirt.
“You’ve never been hit with holy water, have you?” He asked, although she could tell from his tone that he had already assumed the answer and the question had been rhetorical. “If you have you’d never so casually talk about it…” He had settled for the most part, relaxing against the wall and looking drowsy. “You do owe me though…”
“I’m not talking ‘casually’ about it,” She argued and sat forward, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m just saying, is all. But, yeah, I do, I know. That’s what I’m complaining about.” She let out another huff, just full of them in the moment. “I owe you. So, stop it. Next time I’m getting beat up or something, just walk the other way.”
She didn’t like that she had somehow gotten someone else involved within her business. And, it made her feel extremely shitty to know that he had gotten pretty damn hurt. Thinking about it, how did any of this even happen? How had he gone from pansy perv, jumping out of a moving bus, to somehow repeatedly ‘defending’ her or whatever?
“I don’t think there’s anything I can do about the wound,” She suddenly brought up as she stared at the top of his burned hand. She glanced away and let out another heavy huff of air. “Shit, it really sucks.”
The girl started arguing with him and seeing her like this was funny to him. He had only known her as a crazy person, but all of that seemed in the distant past now. She had a funny way of talking...of acting...she was the weirdest girl he had ever met...he hadn't even met any guys as entertaining as her. But it wasn't as though he was looking. In reality the only reason they had got involved in each others lives was because they had kept happening across one another.
Nicolas chuckled quietly when she told him to leave her to get beat up. She was seriously so afraid of owing him anything that she wanted him to watch her get beat up. "How about we try not to get beat up next time? Why don't we make that the plan?" he mused with a smug expression. But his features became more serious as he looked to the flame that had gone completely out.
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