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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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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Fucking rain! While Oriade had been out and about the skies had seen fit to open up and start to fucking downpour. Why? Because of course it would. He tried his best to ignore it and push on with the directive he had in mind, it was a struggle to finish even with his boundless determination. He did manage to see his task through, but just barely. If he didn’t find a way out of the deluge of water soon...
Oriade was nowhere he could find shelter quickly, and so he found himself trekking through the rain, his progress slow and his strength seeming to sap more every second that ticked by. By the time he was anywhere near civilization, he was shaking like a leaf, his clothes plastered to his skin, and his breathing a little difficult. Gritting his teeth and pulling together every ounce of strength he had left, he managed to keep himself from fainting randomly on the street. Heading back to the base on instinct, he found that he was moving more on instinct than by any real guided thought.
The rain had started to taper off quite some time ago, leaving puddles in the streets, though the sky remained a dark and ominous grey. Oriade found himself leaning against the wall of a building for a few moments, closing his eyes as he tried to even out his breathing again. He wouldn’t make it back so easily at this rate. He had managed to dry off somewhat ... but ... he knew he had been in the rain for far too long. He could feel the tremor in his muscles and a deep ache down in his bones.
Stepping forward again, intent to deliver a report, the half-drowned looking seraphim indeed didn’t make it much further. Almost losing his balance, the seraphim found himself reaching out automatically towards the closest person, his hand clamping onto the other’s shoulder. He bit back the urge to breathe unevenly, also resisting the urge to cling to the other just barely. When he noticed just who he’d grabbed onto he almost cursed under his breath. Well, today just got wilder, didn’t it?
”Hey, you mind if I lean on you, ‘wings? I’m not very steady right now.” That was the closest Oriade would ever get to blatantly asking for help. Between the ghost-like paleness to the seraphim’s face, and the unusual dullness to the usually burning bright eyes - it was clear he wasn’t doing that well. Even if Bell tried to pull away right now, it’d cause Oriade to tighten his grip in desperation, though if he tried hard enough, it’d probably get Oriade to stumble and potentially fall if he was pulled away from. Which is exactly what he wanted to avoid here.
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Being a prey animal, there was a part of Bell that was always on edge and alert. A rooster like him was on the lookout for danger at all times, even if he wasn’t realizing it. As soon as he felt a touch on his shoulder, his body reacted instinctively. Pointed bone-like protrusions jutted out from his wrists as his muscles grew tense under his pale skin. With fluffy brows furrowed, eyes narrowed and wings flexed, he snapped around to face his attacker. The familiar was ready for a scrap. It wasn’t until he realized who the assailant was that he retired his spurs, albeit, reluctantly. “O-Oriade?” [break][break] It was a rare sight for the familiar to see Oriade in such a ghastly state. Bell had never known the seraphim to garner such a pathetic shroud for attention's sake. Oriade had always been a creature he envied. With his beautiful hair and perfect skin, he was the epitome of what an angelic species should look like; and Bell hated him for it, among other things. On this dark and dreary evening it appeared that this angel had fallen from grace. Despite the seraphim’s startling appearance, Bell would react as if his company’s woes did not bother him. Though, deep down, under all the flippant masculine posturing and resentful thoughts, was a concerned rooster. [break][break] “Yeah, anyone with fuckin' eyes can see that.” He raised a brow. “Ya’ look like shit.” [break][break] What was he going to do? Would Bell really let another male hang on him? The deep red feathers on his wings ruffled with vexation. His inner rooster hissed at the thought of this man being anywhere near him, much less actually touching him. Turn him away, it said, He isn't your problem. This went against everything he was about. Even still, Oriade looked like death. There was no way in hell the familiar could just leave him to fall. Sure, Bell was an asshole and bully, but he certainly wasn’t heartless enough to let someone in need suffer. Instinct or not, he had to help. An exasperated sigh escaped Bell’s lips. “Go ahead...” He averted his golden gaze, even going as far as to look away from Oriade entirely. Instead, the familiar dropped his arms to his side and turned his attention to the group of small birds that were splashing around in the shallow puddles across the street. Bell managed to miss the deluge by holding up in a cramped coffee shop. It wasn’t exactly how Bell would have liked to spend his evening, but it was better than dealing with wet feathers. Feeling the coldness on his shoulder, the familiar frowned. Ori must have been having a pretty bad day to get caught up in the rain like he had. [break][break] A red wing unfurled from Bell’s back. It stretched out to its full length then curled around Oriade’s trembling form in an attempt to keep the seraphim warm. Bell tried to be subtle about the gesture, and acted as if he didn’t notice. He tried to play it off. “Pathetic. I guess you’re not as smart as I thought you were, Oriade.” He offered a chuckle, then a blatant distraction from his good deed. “Aren't your kind allergic to the rain?”
Don’t get it wrong, Oriade hates being caught dead in this state. It was disgusting to need to rely on anyone else, to look so pathetically weak. Even so, the way his fingers dug into Bell’s shoulder to steady himself could not be denied. The seraphim’s reddish eyes glare at Bell almost through where partially dried locks of pink hair had fallen in his face, his mouth drawn into a scowl. I wouldn’t touch you unless I needed to. It’s not like I want to. He was wracked by a shiver once more, as his thoughts protested against his actions. He didn’t respond for quite some time, clenching his teeth as the world spun around him. Was this shoulder support insufficient?
Eyes blazed like a flame through the porcelain paleness that had leeched the color from his flesh. No matter how much he may currently resemble a drowned cat, the displeasure he felt about it was blatantly obvious. It was humiliating, it was detestable. Fate had certainly shown her cruel side, offering him such a hard backhand as this one. It surely stung, but he can’t fathom why he would deserve such a thing. He didn’t expect Bell to really care much about his situation, but he hoped he wouldn’t be pushed away. If he were to crumple and fall now, he wasn’t sure he’d have the strength to rise again. A huff of indignant air is the only response to the comment, though Bell wasn’t wrong. It was very obvious, no matter who saw him right now. ”Yeah.”
Bell didn’t have to just up and say it, did he? Even if it was true. Then again, he had never really known Bell to put things gently no matter who he was talking to. It wouldn’t be characteristic. At least, not from what Oriade himself has seen. Oriade closes his eyes briefly in relief, that he wasn’t pushed away. His face softened slightly, but the scowl remained. The world was still spinning behind closed lids, but he fought against it tooth and nail. It wasn’t working quite as well as he hoped. But he still had tried. Chills wracked down his spine, and he cursed the rain once more. His eyes open again slowly, but only partially.
Had Bell really just...? The red feathers touching him were certainly warmer than his chilled clothes and the after-rain air, but it’s the gesture alone that quiets the usually savage seraphim. ”Maybe not...” Usually, those would have been fighting words. For now, he just didn’t have the strength. Oriade’s composure faltered and his grip on Bell’s shoulder became less of a tight hold, and more actively leaning on him. His eyes close again fully, trying to drown out the dizziness. ”I suppose that would be an accurate conclusion.. Imagine dying because you got caught in the rain. It’s fucking stupid.” His voice is annoyed, but even overlapping that, exhausted. Such a ridiculous weakness to have been cursed with. If only it hadn’t existed...
A pullet is a young hen. Bell basically called Ori a little girl.
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What he would give to be one of those little birds splashing around in the puddles across the street, or even one of the migratory geese that went south for the winter. Bell would give anything to get out of his current situation. This was dreadfully uncomfortable for him. In fact, he’d rather chew his own wings off than be this close to another male. It did not feel right, and yet, here he was. A sympathetic cockerel with a bleeding heart was what saved Oriade from feeling the cold sting of wet concrete. Surly, if Bell were any more ornery than he already was then that concept would have been a harsh reality. His rooster side wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of the seraphim and leave the damn idiot to his fate, but thankfully his human side was in control. With a human mind at the helm, Bell would have a better grip on his otherwise unruly emotions. Bell beat down his instinct the best he could, though his wings fluffed and flared with unspoken discomfort when Oriade decided to put his full weight against him. [break][break] Bell was cocking an arsenal of wicked comebacks in case his pink haired companion decided to get a little snappy with their response. What insult would Bell be using today? He had many. Maybe he would joke about the weather not being as bad as Oriade was making it out to be, or perhaps he’d take another poke at his grim appearance? Whatever Bell was thinking of spouting had been shot down when the seraphim spoke. The man was respectful, despite the rooster’s insults, and even agreed with what Bell had said. The rooster was in absolute shock and awe. He very quickly returned his gaze to his associate, his face wearing a mystified and down right perplexed expression. Oriade wasn’t going to fight back? His tone had been enough to get Bell to quiet down. He’d never known the man to be this...submissive? The rain must have been a real kick in the pants for it to have affected him like this. Oriade was weak, like a baby. Shifting his weight, he huffed a low laugh. “Yeah, you’d definitely get the Darwin Award if you went out like that.” [break][break] This was all alien to him. [break][break] Pensive thoughts swirled around in Bell’s head as he spoke, “Where are you headed?” The sooner he got Oriade’s cold, soaked ass home the better. Then again, what if he did not live nearby? Then Bell’s apartment would be an option. It wasn’t too far from their location, but did he really want Oriade anywhere near his coop? The thought alone irritated the shit out of Bell. Too bad he wasn’t going to just leave Oriade on the curbside. “Here.” If they were going to leave then something had to change. The way he was leaning against the rooster had to be uncomfortable, besides a little body heat would be beneficial. Keeping his deep red wing around the seraphim, Bell shifted himself, moving one arm around the shivering man’s waist and pulling him closer. Hopefully, this would help hold him steady when they decide to walk. Despite all the gloom and doom, Bell couldn't help but to take one last shot at Oriade.
“If you’re gonna act like a damn pullet, then I will treat you like one.”
If there was nothing the seraphim hated beyond all else, it was being drenched to the bone. He would have been fine if he had not been so far out when the skies opened up, and decided to literally rain on his parade. He would have been fine if he had been almost anywhere else, somewhere where there was somewhere to shelter. Instead it seemed that this was some shot at his dignity and pride instead, leaving him needing assistance just to make it out okay. Not only was the only one around not someone who would have been his first choice of someone to rely on, but it was even worse when he knew that this probably wouldn’t ever be lived down. [break][break]
Despite his own internal irritation though, there was something he had to admit. Bell was far more reliable than he would ever care to actually admit, and it was easier to notice when the chips were down. He just barely dropped his gaze for a second when met with Bell’s own, maybe a split second of further weakness. What’s wrong with adding more to the pile? Bell was already seeing him at his arguable worst, so there’s no point in trying to pull off a front now. That would be a fool’s errand, next to impossible. For such an act to not be ridiculous, he would have had to have the front since the beginning. For a while, the seraphim merely remains quiet. There’s no immediate need to respond, though when he does his voice is slightly wavering. ”It’s stupid...” Yet, all seraphim were cursed with this weakness.[break][break]
”Back to make a report but...” His face grimaced as he made the calculations in his head, knowing the outlook was far from good. ”It’s a thirty minute walk when I’m in good condition.” Which, he definitely was not in. He didn’t really have anyone closer, though he could always worst case just try to recover at a cafe or something. Though if he waited like that ... he’d definitely get sick from further time in drenched clothing. Not to mention, he would even further detest more seeing him in this state. The more he thought about it, the more he felt trapped. Resentment and irritation bubbled up at the thought, but so also did a sense of resignation. The only thing keeping him from falling flat on the pavement was Bell, so at the very least he’d have to thank him later. Not expecting the movement, let alone the touch, Oriade bristled slightly on natural instinct. The instinct rather quickly faded, in favor of acceptance of steadiness and warmth. Taking in a slightly sharp inhale at Bell’s words, his breath exited in something of a princessey huff. ”I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”[break][break]
Perhaps the huff was an inclination that, yes, this was still Oriade you were dealing with. There’s still a semblance of that usual spark, even when he’s completely down and out. Even if his voice was a pale comparison of what it usually was, even if he had no strength left to fight. Even when he was stripped of that fierceness and savagery, there still remained a core essence of what made him who he was. Though, he was never unappreciative. After what had happened here, even if unspoken, he wouldn’t be able to view the other the same. He wouldnt be as harsh, as touch and go. ”I don’t expect you to bring me that far...so if you just want to dump me off somewhere I won’t argue.” It wasn’t really what was best in the long run, but the seraphim was still wracked with shivers and wouldn’t be much help other than just barely not being complete deadweight.
[attr="class","curragebot"]in other words: pls Bell don’t just yeet me into the closest cafe and run
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Oriade was the last person Bell expected to run into today; much less a drenched and distressed Ori. This person was a mere shadow of the man Bell had come to know. It was almost criminal how he was acting now. The rain did a real number on the poor Seraphim. While Bell did relish the feeling of being in control over the situation at hand, he couldn’t help but to feel bad for the older male. Silently, Bell listened to Oriade’s explanation of how he even got into this mess to begin with. [break][break] The rooster’s heart dropped into his stomach. Ori wasn’t out on some pleasure cruise when he got caught up in the rain, he was doing some serious business. “Ah, so you were out on a job, huh?” It appeared his company bit off a little more than he could chew. Bell could relate, in a way. Only the rooster would have surely let himself die like an idiot instead of asking for help. “Yeah, well, thirty minutes is too far.” Once Oriade finished his explanation he bit at Bell’s little joke. A cheeky grin graced Bell’s lips. It was good to know that even if Oriade was down and out he could still snap back like his old self. He might have been soaked but there was still a little fire in his eyes. Bell would never admit it (not in a million years), but the Seraphim was far tougher than he’d give him credit for. [break][break] The rooster swallowed an urge to scream as thoughts of taking this male back to his place resurfaced in his mind. His quaint little bachelor pad was for women only. Usually he would fight the idea of having another male go anywhere near his palace. He didn’t want Oriade in or around his coop but did he really have any other choice? It was either that or leave the poor man to his waterlogged fate on the sidewalk. goddamnit… Instincts or not, Bell wasn’t the type to leave someone else hanging. “As much as I would like to just leave your stupid ass in the gutter...I can’t do it. So you can come to my place for a little while. I don’t live far from here. B-But once you're all warmed up you are O. U. T. out!” Bell tried to play off his good deed. No reason to let Oriade think he was weak, right? “Does that sound good to you?” He would ask as his golden gaze looked his company in the eye. It would only be right to get the go ahead before they set off. [break][break] "You’re lucky I'm in a good mood today."
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