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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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
As she had doubtfully speculated, her thoughts were actually proven right. The boy’s beige eyes were brimming with tears and his features were mirroring the devastation that had been present prior, before he had turned to walk away from her. Fear even became evident on his features, possibly the fear of more harsh words, and he tried to weakly draw his arm away.
Maybe she had judged him too harshly. Maybe she had been just a bit of an ass.
A heavy sigh escaped her, while she kept her hold against him firm and her gaze steady. “Hey, you can’t go in there looking like that,” She decided and without permission led him away from the study hall, toward the restroom where she had previously spied a ginger haired female exit.
Unable to break his arm free from her hold, Alfonse was forced into an emotionally compromising situation by being forcibly brought to a stop and faced with an unwavering witness to his weaknesses. His heart continued racing and a momentary panic filled him when seeing that the Norwood's niece had wanted to see him for what he'd tried hiding...
Before he could protest or ask for her to let him free, a heavy sigh wafted from her with her grasp remaining firm. “Hey, you can’t go in there looking like that,” Decidedly, and in a near instant, Alfonse was guided away from the hall and over to the lavatory he'd seen a youth exit from. He didn't willingly follow her at first but it served of no strength against her, for once more he was forced by her hand and his teary eyes grew large in both shock and fright from her assertiveness. "H-hey--!"" His voice stammered in protest, his feet inching behind before he gave up and was forced to match her pace of walking, "P-please let go!"
Alida had nearly shocked and frustrated the tears right out of him, but it didn't cease the one's that'd already developed. His efforts in not crying in front of her fell to shambles as a couple that'd threatened to pool over finally did so, touching his cheeks. Immediately he turned his head away from her, raising his only other free arm to rub them away as his shoulders begun to shake. He was embarrassed.... e-even frustrated with not just her, for having prevented him from guarding himself away from her, but with himself... for acting this way and being guided around like a helpless leashed bird.
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
Alida felt the mild resistance within the ginger’s movement as she trudged him along with her toward the door to the guest hall’s restroom. Slowly, the boy’s struggle against her chipped away until, in a last ditch effort, he vocalized his objection. "P-Please let go!"
“What?” Alida stopped and whirled around so abruptly that it wouldn't have been surprising if Alfonse had plowed right into her. But, the eighteen year old wouldn't have been phased as she asked him with incredulousness,“You want to go in there snot-nosed?” Again she brought him with her through the hall until they reached the restroom.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” She further instructed, unintentionally treating him more like a child now as she took him into the bathroom with her.
While Alfonse had tried protesting against her persistence in leading him, arm in hand, her actually stopping had been abrupt and sudden enough to where he didn't expect it and he ended up bumping directly into her. The arm shielding his face was bumped out of the way, his feet nudging into the side of hers. The impact wasn't much, but it still caused him to react with surprise as he instantly stepped himself back and yet again tried pulling his arm away from her....
Which, again, didn't work.
Frustration more clearly resonated within his expression, humiliated by the girl's incredulous observation that he had a snotty nose. The arm he'd been wiping his tears away with protectively arose to this time hide his nose, his gaze transitioning into embarrassment. He could feel the slight congestion building up in it, but having someone upfront tell him... that he looked that way reminded him of just how messy he must how now appeared. She... she was right... sh-she was right and his nose had grown damp like his tear-stinging cheeks, before they were supposed to meet the other youth. What if it had turned red too?!
... Th-this was mortifying.
The girl was on a mission and didn't stay in place for long. She begun marching onward, dragging Alfonse behind her and making him feel all the more humiliated as he reluctantly followed her... not being happy with how this Secret Santa festivity was unfolding.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” She told him as they reached the restroom, pulling him in with her and making official their privacy away from all else. Alfonse rubbed at his nose with the same sleeve that'd been covering it since she brought up his 'snot-nose', refusing to lower his defense. Suspiciously he watched her, his teary eyes narrowing from above the sleeve that covered all else from the bridge of his nose down to his chin. "I-I can do this myself..." He quietly tried assuring her, not feeling trusting... or certain about her potentially trying to touch his face. They were barely acquainted, and she gave the impression she didn't like him at all only minutes ago... which just made their secluded enclosure in the vast lavatory all the more unnerving 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
When Alida turned to face the Ginger, it was only to see him standing there with his arm raised to protectively cover his nose from her view. The sight instantly made her snort, and she gave a short shake of her head. “I-I can do this myself…,” He told her with a mild look of suspicion, tears still clinging to his eyes, and he looked to be pouting more than anything else. He really was a kid, wasn’t he?
“Okay, okay,” She told him, finally releasing his arm in order to reach forward and give him a firm couple pats to his upper shoulder. “Clean up that face of yours,” She told him good-naturedly, and motioned toward the sinks directly before them.
“Listen, I want to say that I’m sorry,” She went on to tell him when he went to clean himself. “I was wrong about you, I’m thinking, based on how you started crying like a baby. I thought you were some stuck-up prick, but that was just my own biased views.”
A grimace came over Alida’s features as she stared at the kid beside her washing himself. Why did everything that came out of her mouth sound so unsympathetic? “Uh, well that sounded horrible. But, what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry, I realize I was wrong, said some terrible things, regret it, and all that stuff.” She could have face palmed in that moment, but chose not to. She wasn’t any good at this crap.
Alida seemed to have taken in his third protest, finally releasing the arm she'd dragged him forward with and proceeding to give him two rather firm pats on his shoulders. Instinctively, Alfonse's shoulder tensed from the onslaught of physical displays he was receiving tonight... and just now, too, from this girl alone. He didn't surrender his other arm from his face, defensively taking another step away from her to secure a comfortable distance, finding himself standing next to the other side of the lavatory counter between the cabinets and claw-foot tub.
Only a second later did he lower his arm and turned to face the mirror, wondering if this girl's statement about his snot-nose was more apparent than he'd hoped for... and based on the reflection cast his eye, he could easily see the hint of red at the very tip of it and a dampness from just underneath it down to the slope of his upper lip. His vision was lightly blurred from the lingering tears that had yet to dissolve... and the white feathers perched just above his shoulder blades had looked frazzled from disturbed downy feathers prickly upwards against the adult feathers directly layered among them.
Alfonse sniffled in attempts of clearing his nose, the same embarrassment as before remaining. He supposed he owed it to her for pulling him aside and finding him privacy to compose himself... this wasn't the type of gathering where people wouldn't judge one another based on every aspect of their demeanor. If anything, Alfonse grew to realize this party was exactly the type of ordeal his mother had in the past loathed the idea of attending. His grandparents... didn't hesitate to throw the both of them right into the frenzy...
Reaching for a hand towel folded artistically on the sink's counter, he first dabbed at his eyes as the girl spoke to uplift what would have otherwise been silence between them. “Listen, I want to say that I’m sorry,” She went on to apologize, and the gesture caused Alfonse's previous frustrations to begin simmering... his expression turning softer. Although the moment she referenced to him crying like a baby, his face feverishly blushed in the same exact embarrassment that just kept on flourishing inside him.
He.... was now a snot-nosed.... stuck-up crying baby....
Ugh. Alfonse cringed at himself, rubbing more hastily at his eyes to ensure he rid of any more tears that may have been waiting to stream down like a waterfall. His mother would be irritated by how he was acting now after she'd warned him not to let his guard down around anyone, regardless of age, and his grandmother.... he didn't want to think about what his grandmother may possibly do if she saw him like this....
Alfonse's vision was finally free from distortion of the hand towel, dampening it with the sink water before bringing it to his red-tipped nose as he warily glimpsed at the girl's reflection in the mirror nearby him. Seeing her face.... she looked as though she were genuinely mulling over a way to make amends. The sight was enough to lighten Alfonse's guarded tension, although not entirely rid of it, as he turned to face her with his nose still hidden by the cloth. He didn't say anything to interrupt her, listening patiently... and feeling uncomfortable as she tried articulating herself. H-he had no idea what to do with this situation... they were standing in a bathroom together.
"--But, what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry, I realize I was wrong, said some terrible things, regret it, and all that stuff.",
His beige eyes thoughtfully gazed at her before softly, he accepted her apology without leaving her hanging in silence, "It's all right..." His gaze wavered away, awkwardly, as he once more faced the mirror before him and lifted the cloth away from his nose. He used the dryer side of the cloth to carefully dab away from it, but the redness seemed to linger. "I would have felt uncertain of myself, too," He more quietly offered in understanding, his eyes narrowing into contemplation. A part of him felt a desire to open up on how much he didn't like tonight, but his mother warned him excessively of what he shared and with whom. He wanted to tell her... how much he didn't like the treatment suffered from others tonight, how he wished he could have done something more about it. While this girl had shown compassion... Alfonse was still distrusting. Thus, instead, he gave her one more glance, forcing a nervous smile in attempts of appeasing her,"I-It's fine, really. I'm not upset with you,"
TAGS : Alida Honora --- mentioned: n/a --- NOTES: aw its sweet alida apologized! = )
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
“It’s all right… I would have felt uncertain of myself, too.” Ginger’s reply didn’t come as a surprise for Alida because of the rather tolerant nature she had already observed from the kid. Still, when he turned to give her a subtle and hesitant smile, she found she couldn’t relate with the boy at all. She had literally been the one verbally assaulting him and the reason behind his tears, and yet he could still look at her with a smile and grant her all forgiveness. Apparently — she was still skeptic. “I-It’s fine, really. I’m not upset with you.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re just so forgiving,” She retorted rather dryly, both of her brows raised as she stared intently back at him. “Really makes me feel like I can just get away with anything,” She added, clearly becoming a bit annoyed as she glanced off to the side for a brief moment. What a dumb sh*t this Rosevier kid was. How had she seriously gotten away with being such an asshole to someone who was apparently so goddamn important?
A dry retort was redirected his way, the boy's attempt at appeasing her and smoothing over the situation seemingly resulting in the remains of rocky waters between them. Alfonse's smile wasn't strong enough to last and he was able to read into the annoyance weaving through her words.... and her comment on how she'd believed she could get away with whatever treatment she so desired to give him.
Unfortunately.... and what made Alfonse's stomach hurt, was knowing that the girl's observation wasn't all that far off. He'd gritted his teeth and forced a smile through a lot tonight alone and he didn't want trouble with anyone... or for anything to reach the ears of his family members. The punishments and repercussions... were worse than what he imagined anyone else would do to him this evening, and Alfonse felt it wasn't worth the confrontational tension and problems that'd come out of it.
The very thought and having someone directly say as such stirred great unease and disappointment that Alfonse couldn't shake off. He... h-he once more didn't know how to answer her... and in somberness, he finished tidying the tear-ridden face he once had and discarded the wash cloth he'd used.
"We should head to the study now..." He quietly told her, avoiding further traveling down the same path of their current conversation. Briefly, he reached up to the frame of his left wing to fix the static-disturbed downy feathers that still stuck up from one of his wings. A faint small spark of electricity arose from the contact, further wishing he could cast his wings away.
TAGS : Alida Honora --- mentioned: n/a --- NOTES: alfonse doesnt know what to do with alida's frankness!
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
NOTE: I know, Alida is just so harsh. She doesn't have a filter at all. She's the dumb-butt!
“We should head to the study now…,” Alfonse decided with what Alida felt to be disappointment as he turned to throw away the paper towels he had used to clean himself up and then appeared to take a moment to begin smoothing the mess others had made of his own wings. The sight of them caused Alida to stall for a moment, her frown becoming more prominent as she thought of her own… disgusting ones. Interestingly enough, her contempt toward the Angel species did not leave her envying the boy’s pure white wings, as she had always grown up jealous of her father’s, brother’s, and best friend’s. She had grown up wanting to be a demon, never an angel.
“I don’t dislike you, Alfonse,” She decided, although while still wearing that heavy frown as she brought her mahogany gaze over toward Ginger’s actual face. “I’m pretty sure.” She wasn’t really certain if that was important for her to tell him or not, because she still hadn’t figured out exactly what she thought about him. She also wasn’t certain how much of everything she had witnessed was truth and lie.
“But, yeah, totally agree with you there,” She decided as she ruffled her own hair with one of her hands, “Better get to the study before they notice the delay in your arrival.”
Alfonse avoided making eye contact with her again, much to his own sustaining gloom and disappointment surrounding the evening... and how powerless he felt in the midst of it all. Feeling a lack of control was a prominent theme in his life, and moving to the acclaimed 'Rosevier Manor' only amplified this... maybe only one day when he was old enough to live a life of his own would he finally have the freedom to say and do whatever he wanted. The looming constraints of his mother and now his grandparents made that reality feel far out of reach.
“I don’t dislike you, Alfonse,”
The blonde vocalized her feeling towards him, arising enough surprise from her proclamation for Alfonse's features to uplift from their somber. He'd finished doing what he could to make his frazzled feathers look more sightly, although the static made it impossible for them to look truly relaxed, and turned away from the lavatory's mirror to reluctantly face in the direction of Alida.
A frown heavily decorated the canvas of her face, not appearing all that certain about her decisive 'not disliking' of him. The gesture of her still trying to ease the waters between them was appreciated nonetheless, and.... while much of the words she spoke his way were harsh, Alfonse knew they were more honest than what anyone else said this night. It hurt... but Alfonse would have rather someone made true their feelings... instead of disguising them behind a malicious, fake-grinning facade.
A silent acknowledgement with the ever slightest softening of a gentle gaze was received her way as the girl complied with the idea of joining the other. “Better get to the study before they notice the delay in your arrival.” She went on to add, and an embarrassed hint of a smile crossed his features. "W-well, I'm... certain the others are awaiting for you as well," He tried to encourage, and proceeded to start his way out of the bathroom. He didn't quite yet leave the expanse of the room, slowing to turn and patiently await for her to join him as he offered with a meek yet more prominent smile, "You probably know them better than I do. Their only impression of me is from what my grandmother has introduced tonight,"
Alfonse had the assumption that the youth were already interconnected. His cousins all were familiar with each other, and a small handful of boys he saw rummaging through the appetizer table all seemed to be close. Alida, also, was assigned an escort before him... thus he connected the dots that she was acquainted to some degree with other guests.
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
“W-well, I’m… certain the others are awaiting for you as well,” Alfonse the Great White proclaimed, and Alida merely looked on at him with an unamused and rather deadpan expression. The eighteen year old felt very strongly that she didn’t have an inkling of understanding when it came to the ginger, and his antics kind of grated on her nerves. She certainly didn’t understand why he was bothering with flattery and fake smiles after everything she had done and said to him. Although, by this point, she had begun to believe that the boy’s upset and his tears had been real. She had upset him and hurt him with her callousness, which only amplified her irritation with him over his apparent tolerance and consideration of her.
Alida had never believed she would see the day where she was actually angry at someone for not disliking her. However, as the two of them exited the bathroom together and she happened to take in the meaning behind his next words, it caused her to give a sarcastic snort of laughter through her nose. “Yeah, no, trust me I don’t.” She blurted without much care or thought, bringing her mahogany gaze toward the male. “But, you’re right about the latter. They know more about you based on pure gossip and assumption alone. While I’m an invisible nobody who shouldn’t even be attending a party like this.”
Alida was expressive enough for there to be no words needed for Alfonse to interpret her lack of amusement in regards of his encouragement that others were expecting her, too. His meek smile remained, although just as the many times before where the boy was made nervous around her, a hint of embarrassment dwelt within his eyes of which decidedly drew away from her as they left the lavatory and entered the hallway. With how expansive the space were between the walls and windows, the halls threatened to swallow them within its mouth... from where they'd now stood after walking back out into the open, the hall's metaphoric mouth looked to be none other than the the fireplace-lit study entrance.
The girl snorted out a laughter in response to him, arising Alfonse's gaze to look her way in curiosity. It was but a moment later when her own eyes met with his, explaining how she didn't actually know anyone here and that based on the nature of tonight's gala, the group likely knew more about him than her... with most of their impressions being based on gossip and what his grandmother had him address everyone as. The very reminder made his face drop in spirits, almost looking to be distraught by the fact that everyone here knew him.... based on what, in reality, barely had anything to do with him at all. F-for all he knew, they all thought he was a stuck-up Rosevier grandchild who couldn't get enough of everyone's attention.... like this girl had perceived before....
"Great..." He quietly groaned in unease, more so to himself as he looked away from her, his eyes ridden in doubt and anxiousness as they advanced towards the study, closer than they ever had been before. The anticipation of entering managed to mildly distract him from conversation but not enough to render him speechless."I would rather be in your position..." He admitted, his voice quiet and hushed as a hand reached to fretfully tug on the collar of his suit. Once more, the murmuring of different voices arose before breaking into louder chatter, indicating that just beyond the doorway's exterior... everyone may have very likely either moved on with the event without them, or were genuinely waiting on them to go inside.
Whichever circumstance had played out, Alfonse was painfully shy concerning the idea of going in there. He felt more self-conscious in his own skin than he had before, the girl's comment on their possible assumptions solidifying what Alfonse was worried about...
That the gala from downstairs was just going to follow him up here. He was going to be sick of himself and the Rosevier's ideals being pinned onto him before it'd even been five days here... he would have given anything to fade into the background and pretend not to exist while everyone was distracted by the gift exchange.
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
Alfonse’s words were insensitive to her own predicament, but the eighteen year old didn’t take much offense. The two of them had stopped to stand before the entranceway of the study, just out of sight, in order to take one last moment before they entered the world of the other privileged. Alida wasn’t ignorant to the boy’s stress, or the events (caused by her) that had led up to this point, and she had a moment of brief wondering. A soft sigh escaped her, and she gave Ginger a light nudge against his forearm with her fisted hand. “All right, Alfonse, why don’t we stick together, then?” She suggested good-naturedly.
“Maybe you won’t feel so alienated if you have yourself a friend for the night, huh?” She added, and finally flashed him a wide smile. She supposed she was trying to make up the previous damage she had done and her misconceptions. If he accepted, and she hung around him, she’d also shove anyone off who tried to start preening and pruning his wings. Although, the thought did cause her to stall for a moment as she realized that brazen actions such as those might unintentionally bring her into the spotlight with the Rosevier’s and ultimately connect with the Norwood family. She wondered if she could handle the situation a bit more maturely, and still somehow get the job done. That wasn’t exactly her forte.
With a soft sigh from the girl accompanying him, Alida sent a nudge towards his forearm as the young man's worriedly anticipating gaze zoned through the warmth of the study's exterior just ahead of them. The chatter of other youth became a symphony that surrounded them, filling his senses as did the crackling roar of the fireplace from inside the room. However, his companion's attentive nudging stirred Alfonse from his over-sensory pausing, turning his head and lifting his beige eyes to look in her direction.
His hand freed the collar of his suit almost at once, lowering but not yet reaching his side. “All right, Alfonse, why don’t we stick together, then?” She went on to propose, an idea that Alfonse wouldn't have thought she'd offer... nor had crossed his own mind. It was a pleasant surprise, though, and arose a softness within his facial expression as the worry seemed to mildly fade away from his gaze.
“Maybe you won’t feel so alienated if you have yourself a friend for the night, huh?” With a wide smile, the girl adorned a radiating friendliness that was a new side of her from that Alfonse perceived before... and in that moment, guilt peeked within his chest. He'd been at fault for so readily putting his guard up around her, when she had been not only the most honest person tonight but also the only one to offer staying by his side.
It was a stressful night, and perhaps there was a lot to take in, but it wasn't an excuse for him... to not try harder and to close himself away from her whilst hiding in his own bubble. She had her own problems, her own feelings... and even while he was aloof in his own world, she still made an offer that hadn't been required of her. She didn't know anyone else tonight, either. This could be a way for him to make up for his own slip-ups earlier and help her not feel stranded among unfamiliar... and hopefully not unwelcoming faces.
Her smile was received by a smaller, but more sincere one than before transpiring along his lips as his eyes warmed in thankfulness to her suggestion. "I would like that... thank you, Alida, that's kind of you," His voice softly spoke in acceptance of her plan and ensured he showed her the interest of helping her out existed as well, "I-I wouldn't want for you to be alone, either, and... I would like to be your friend for tonight, too," His voice grew noticeably shyer, as did his smile, but it was important to him that Alida knew it was a two-way street that he wanted to embark on with her in equal efforts.
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
It never went unnoticed by Alida just how easy it was to appease the ginger haired boy standing beside her. And, on that thought, it still pissed her off. Why was he smiling at her with a gentleness and acceptance, as though the two of them were long time buddies and she only did wonderful things for him? It was annoying. When the boy spoke up, it was in an increasingly shy manner, as he conveyed that he wouldn’t want for her to be alone either and that he appreciated her offer.
Her gaze had unconsciously turned narrow and scrutinizing for a brief moment as she had listened to his words. However, despite what he had said, she felt that his appreciation for her actions were still strong and noticeable, and that brightened her mood in a visible manner. “All right, cool,” She replied with a broad smile and then motioned for the two of them to finally enter the study together. “Let’s go, then.” A subtle laugh escaped her as she went on, “I wonder how long they’ve been waiting on us.” She looked a little too pleased by the idea of causing the other youth distress. “I imagine they’re so impatient to get this Secret Santa thing on the way.”
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