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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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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“How about,” The dirty blond spoke up to offer an alternative, a hint of mirth within his tone, “we try not to get beat up next time? Why don’t we make that the plan?” He was joking and found her statement funny, but Alida’s seriousness didn’t fade and instead she actually continued to frown down in front of her. She felt the dire need to cut the cord of this strange predicament that had weirdly formed, and the guy’s insistence made her feel like she was falling deeper into the entrapment. It hadn’t been a funny, hah hah, thing, what she had talked about — she was pretty disturbed and quite serious over the fact that she didn’t like this guy butting into business that wasn’t his. She was, oddly enough, reminded of Osiris from a few months prior and how she had felt about Felicia. Their friendship had gone through a strain because of Felicia trying to stand up for her. She was just a target. She walked around with a giant bulls-eye on her forehead, and others didn’t need to involve themselves. She could take care of herself.
“Could you bring that back…?” The guy’s request drew Alida from her thoughts and she first looked to him and then toward the area of empty darkness when he revealed that he hated the cold. Her expression twitched as she was immediately pinched with guilt, realizing that she had no way of heating the room. Well, technically speaking, she could use a trick she had learned with light in order to create heat… but like hell she was going to do that, right.
“Uh…,” She cringed at the sound of her own voice and the impending failure of herself. “I owe you twice, okay?” She decided, holding up two fingers as she faced him with a guilty look. “I never actually got the hang of my fire manipulation. So, yeah, that ain’t going to happen…”
If he had been more coherent...the hesitation would have given him his answer before her impending 'uhhhhhh'. Brown eyes slowly moved to her as did his brows as he drew them down in a frown and listened to her. She told him how she owed him twice now and that she actually didn't have a good handle on her fire manipulation.
"Is it really that bad?" he muttered out with a cocked eyebrow but there was muted amusement in his tone. Everyone had their own circumstances and he'd met demons that had no handle on some of their powers...actually everyone always seemed to have a neutral balance. One or two good abilities and the rest were mediocre.
"Is there a fireplace in your old house?" he sighed out heavily and began trying to pick himself up. But the blonde couldn't use his hand at all and had to lift himself without it. Nicolas also had trouble moving his neck because it aggravated his burns.
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: ---
“Is it really that bad?” He asked with a cocked brow, and Alida was thankful that he hadn’t taken it too hard. Judging by the way he had interacted with her previously, she had certainly been expecting him to groan and openly complain about her ineptitude.
“Yeah, it really is,” She returned, still with a slightly apologetic look. The dirty blond actually began trying to pick himself up and wanted to know if there was an area within the house that had a fireplace. “Uh, yeah, downstairs,” She managed to tell him, and quickly picked herself up onto her own two feet as well. “But, uh, not really sure what it looks like outside of the room?” She laughed a little sheepishly, and also looked a bit horrified. Just a tiny bit. “The city was kind of ransacked by terrors, j-just so you know,” She laughed awkwardly, and gently ran her fingers through her hair out of nervous habit.
It was going to take him weeks to heal...he couldn't even turn his head properly anymore...he had to turn his entire body whilst keeping his head stiff. And his hand it would also be useless... How was he going to keep this from his fathers? Nicolas dreaded going home and being attacked by a barrage of questions and also scolded. He didn't want this girl to get involved either...
Nicolas moved forward when the girl told him where the fireplace was, but there was an uncertainty in her voice. In fact now that he was standing and looking around...he started to notice something that left a really unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach. The room wasn't abandoned as in...she moved...it was ransacked. His brown eyes narrowed on her and he grew serious when she admitted something he really didn't want to hear.
His hand touched the door handle and lingered there as he immediately noted the freezing cold temperature of the metal. Terrors...the word echoed in his mind and without hesitation he actually jerked open the door. Ice cold air greeted them both, but the dirty blonde didn't stop...he kept moving until he was downstairs and standing before a gaping hole in the wall. Nicolas jerked his gaze around taking in the destruction before actually moving to step right outside...into the freezing winter.
The sight struck him...and paralysed him in place. The familiarity...the reminder...the destruction...there was nothing left...no life...only a winter wasteland.
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 atmosphere between them abruptly shifted and Alida could see the seriousness within the male’s expression as he stared back at her. The tension that had risen kept the teen quiet as she watched the other turn to grasp onto the doorknob of her door and then jerk it open. She could gather that the expression he wore wasn’t an anger but rather a seriousness. The topic of the terror attacks might have been something more personal to him.
While the other teen left the room, Alida found herself looking around at the remnants of what was left of her room, and she momentarily ventured back to place her hand against the hex design she had etched into the wall. It was strange seeing her bedroom in shambles, and it would likely be as strange as seeing the rest of the house. Honestly, she didn’t miss Corner Brook, but she did miss her dad and brother.
Turning around, she exited her bedroom and bounded down the stairs to find the other teen downstairs within her house. It was shocking, to say in the least, to find half of the downstairs wall completely blown out with its debris scattered everywhere. The chill of winter swept through the downstairs area, and Alida nibley shifted through the shadows to emerge within the abandoned ruin of the street a handful of feet away from the male she had brought here with her.
“My father and brother are stationed nearby at a TRS outpost,” She told him, because the destruction had been so close to her family. “I guess everyone was able to evacuate because of the syndicate. This is my hometown,” She added, but then kept quiet to study him and analyze his response.
It was so quiet...so deadly quiet. Nicolas' expression remained solemn as he stared out and wasn't even effected by the coldness surrounding him. He hadn't been faced with this kind of destruction since he was a kid...and the memories were all unpleasant for him. It looked the same as Molly's...broken down buildings...piles of rubble...but there were still some buildings almost completely left untouched. But a**holes had gone through the place, broken windows, spray painted their dumb ass gangster symbols around and even used the last remaining houses to ruin with their powers. It was an awful sight...one that made him sick.
Nicolas glanced somewhat towards the sound of the other girl nearing until she was beside him and talking about what happened there. Apparently her brother and father were both apart of the TRS...unlike his own family they were actually doing something. But despite his annoyance...the echoing of what his fathers had told him still held true.
"The TRS are the only ones who seem to give a damn about what happens..." He couldn't help it because deep down those were his feelings. "I've seen this before. It's a damn replica," he muttered in irritation as he stepped forward and onto more pieces of brick and snapped wood.
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 TRS are the only ones who seem to give a damn about what happens…,” His statement brought a somberness to Alida and caused her gaze to fall away from him. She hadn’t wanted to be apart of the terror response syndicate, and standing within the wake of her destroyed hometown suddenly made her feel like her own reasonings had been petty and selfish. Yet, even despite that feeling, and what she was standing it, it was still hard to change her biased views and the strong feelings she had developed over the years of growing up in Corner Brook.
“I’ve seen this before. It’s a damn replica.” The dirty blond confirmed what she had already surmised. She had been right about the terror attacks being a more personal subject to the male.
“Sorry to stick you in the middle of it,” She apologized to him, running her hand through her hair in mild nervousness. Sometimes, she found that she was a little too impulsive of a person and lacked the ability to think things through in the way they ought to be thought. “It was the only teleportation location I could bring you to, though,” She added with a purse of her lips. “And, I guess a part of me also wanted to see. Eh…”
"Sorry to stick you in the middle of it." The nameless girl spoke up after him and he unconsciously appreciated her serious undertone. It was hard for him seeing something like this...being in the middle of it, but he was also thankful he had seen it. He needed to get stronger and keep his wits about him or he'd end up like this place dead and forgotten.
"It's fine," he told her when she continued with her apology. He didn't blame her for taking him there or for wanting to see herself. She was lucky she didn't have a previous experience with watching her supposed home crumble away. There was a detachment to her that he noted and it caused him to actually ask her something.
"What's your last name?" He spoke up, and it might have been odd to not ask her first name, but as a demon last names were the connection to power...at least those who remained pure to their culture.
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’s fine,” He decided, but surprised her when he abruptly asked; “What’s your last name?”
Alida’s brows arched with skepticism over his bizarre request and she hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should give him information like that when he was asking her so suspiciously. But, she felt rather confident in her surname having no connection to her or her mother’s fallen status, and so she wasn’t sure what he was getting at.
“Honora,” She answered with a shrug, but the topic of names belatedly reminded her that the two of them actually hadn’t exchanged theirs.
Nicolas’ gauged her reaction and it told him that she wasn’t a high standing demon clan. Her home was falling apart, but he could see it had value in it, so she certainly wasn’t poor and that made him wonder if she was apart of a clan. He would have deemed her inexperienced, but she obviously had training regarding holy water. It made him wonder what her family was like and the creatures they were. “Honora,” she supplied and the dirty blonde took a moment to think about the last names he knew. He already suspected that he wouldn’t recognize her name and he was right. “Conium...Nicolas Conium,” he returned and held his hand out for her. She wouldn’t know his name, and she didn’t know the custom of demons giving their last names before their first. He couldn’t believe he was actually being proper with this...it made him awkward and he drew his hand away.
“You...don’t have to shake my hand,” he told her as he glanced elsewhere. Tag:Alida Honora Notes: ♥
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: ---
“Conium…,” The dirty blond supplied and Alida turned her head slightly to the side as she continued to watch him, her gaze narrowing slightly. “Nicolas Conium.” Her expression instantly lightened when she heard and realized that the bloke was introducing himself. It caused her to openly laughed and she didn’t hesitate to grasp onto his hand with both of hers, beginning to vigorously handshake with him.
“Yes, I was lookin’ for it!” She told him with a grin spread from ear to ear. “Finally, we meet.” She obnoxiously joked, laughing until her stomach actually hurt a little. “Nicolas!” She called him like a gangster.
He was about to pull his hand away...but then she just latched onto it like a starved vampire and practically shook him like a jackhammer. The dirty blonde actually made an expression of pain because her movement was aggravating his neck.
“Y-Yeah, yeah,” he returned as he withdrew his hand away from her before she broke it off. Her...enthusiasm was so weird...that it almost floored him. How had she gone from crazy to happy chippery teenager?
“Tell me your name already,” he requested of her as he stuffed his hands into his own jacket pockets.
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: ---
Nicolas — finally the dirty blond had a name, it was a miracle — forcefully withdrew his hand and shoved them into the pockets of his jacket while he responded to her enthusiasm, and Alida was just smiling from ear to ear. She placed both of her hands against her hips as he requested that she give him her name already.
“Alida,” She told him with a goofy grin. She just felt kind of hyped now that things had turned out like this after everything they had gone through together. Alida didn’t really know how to explain it, but it was just a nice feeling. This wasn’t how she ever made friends, or acquaintances, or connections. This never happened to her, and it was so cool.
"Alida," she didn't hesitate to give him her name in the most obnoxious grand gesture possible. The image of her with her hand on her hips looking smug despite not having any connections was so ridiculous that it actually caused him to scoff out alaugh...especially when he envision her sweaters logo.
It was at that point that a chilly wind picked up across the open plain of destruction and it was a awful reminder of just how cold it was. The dirty blonde shuddered in a breath and arched forward a little to brace the wind...but man was it cold.
"Did I mention you owe me for bringing me to this deserted ice land?" He muttered as he quickly began hightailing it back into the broken down house. "Alida," he added for good measure as he tried to glance back towards her...but that only hurt his neck.
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: ---
A heavy breeze decided to whip through the street and ruin their fun. The iciness of winter could easily seep into their bones, and as she looked to Nicolas she realized how under dressed he was for someone who continuously complained about the cold. “Did I mention you owe me for bringing me to this deserted ice land?” He complained and had turned to head back inside her half-destroyed house. “Alida.”
She burst out laughing when he called her name in a way reminiscent of how she had fooled around before, and then she began to follow his trail, phasing in and out of the shadows for entertainment until they were back inside.
“I don’t know,” She told him as she appeared next to him from some of the shadows. “I think it’s becoming a bit unfair with how many favors you’re trying to get out of this.”
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