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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One of the tiniest, most authentic noodle shops that Daichi Takeshi had ironed out happened to be in the sleepiest avenues of Lorsette just shy of the docks. He only imagined it did so well because of numerous fishermen looking for a hot meal after a day out on the cold sea. Though he made no occupation as a fisher nor did he dislike the cold enough to cover it up, Daichi still enjoyed the place.
“Seventy-six!” the attendant from behind the window called, waving a ticket before slapping it on the wall.
Daichi practically jumped into action. Yesterday had been… messy to say the least. He was going to get these noodles, sink down into a chair on the outside patio, and just scroll his phone until he’d forgot about the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, the kami had other plans.
Just as he was about to reach for the tray with the steaming bowl of noodles on it, someone swiped it first. Sage eyes narrowed as a short, petite blonde half-waddled in front of him with two hands expectantly on the noodles. Daichi’s eyes strained to see what her ticket said but unfortunately he couldn't discern it.
Before she could run away with the prize, he placed a firm grip on the edge of the tray then looked sternly at her.
“Hold it blondie, I’m seventy-seven. You’re the next set of noodles,” it was surprisingly nice given his current state of grumpiness. Daichi pulled the tray out of her grips, lightly enough to not be rude but firm enough to make a point.
Nobody was swiping his noodles today.
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Camped out in a corner of the tiny noodle restaurant, she hunched herself up into a ball. Even though it was summer, there was no better taste of home than a good bowl of noodles. It wasn't exactly Japanese style ramen, but whatever the heck they did, it was pretty darn good.
What did her ticket say again? Oh, who cares. It was something in the 70's at least. Next bowl just had to be hers. There was such a long wait, and she didn't want to be in here all day waiting for one scrappy bowl. Jumping up when the next number was called, Cali darted out to the line, gratefully taking the tray. It didn't look like she had any other competition for these noodles, anyway. Turning to take them back to her table, she was stopped by some random man stopping her, his hand gripping her tray tightly.
"You hold it-- B-blackie." She struggled to come up with an equal nickname. It sounded like what a 5 year old named their pet cat, but it would have to do. "You're the next set. You can wait." Her eyes narrowed at him as he pulled the tray away from her. Her eyes darted between him and the bowl, and before she could really think about it, she snatched the bowl off the tray.
Instantly, her hands began to burn. It was hot. Like... Really hot. This was a bad idea, and maybe the worst idea she'd ever been had. She couldn't put it down; if she put it back on the tray she immediately lost, and if she put it down to get another tray, he could easily swipe it again. Holding it out with the tips of her fingers to minimize damage as best as she could, Cali straightened herself up. She hoped she looked brave and not like she was in the worst pain of her life. "Anyway. I will be returning to my table now."
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Blackie? Was he someone’s pet cat now? Daichi scowled but the woman wasn’t done as she insisted this was her noodle plate. With the tray secured between his hands there really was no disputing it. She’d have to get another one and go be annoying elsewhere. Or so he thought.
Like an expert the blonde-haired woman plucked the bowl from his tray leaving nothing more than a sad pile of napkins and plastic-wrapped chopsticks.
“Are you kidding me?” Daichi growled, slapping the tray down on a nearby surface loud enough to cause a few heads to turn. He pulled out his ticket and waved it angrily in her face, “seventy-seven. That's 7-7 in case you don't understand. Now let go of my noodles you troll.”
Clearly reason wasn’t going to get him his noodles back so Daichi did the next best thing. He grabbed the portion of the noodle bowl where blondie’s hands hadn’t glued themselves on. But the thing was practically on fire and he quickly pulled his fingers away with a hiss.
“What the!” he shook his hand to cool it off. Either she was a fire species and he’d misjudged her or she was clinically insane, “put that bowl down before you get a third degree burn or something. Humans! Kami save us you have no sense of self-preservation.”
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"No, I'm 77. You're the idiot. It's clearly mine." The tray slammed down nearby, and Cali eyed it hopefully. She wanted to put down these noodles and reclaim that tray, but at this point she was somewhat afraid that her hands were permanently glued to this hot bowl.
The stranger tried to forcibly take her bowl away, and she hissed at him. His hands snapped back once he touched the hot ceramic, and Cali offered a triumphant smile. Obviously that meant she had won this round. "No, I don't want to set it down, you'll steal it." She was already very protective over this bowl, even though at this point, it would probably be better to get another one and cut her losses. It was the principle of the thing.
Eyeing him warily, Cali decided it would perhaps be better to set the bowl down after all. Her hands were beginning to get numb, and she figured that was maybe not a good sign after holding a scorching hot bowl of noodles. Gingerly setting down the bowl on the tray that the stranger had slammed down, Cali panicked for a minute when she realised that her skin had gotten stuck to the bowl. Peeling them off, tears pooled in her eyes as she did. Dangit, why had she done that? "Now you owe me a new bowl! Look what you made me do." She was still desperate to commandeer that lone bowl of noodles on the tray, but she didn't quite trust herself to pick the darn thing back up.
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Irritation splayed over Daichi’s face at the human’s insistence that this was her bowl of noodles. He was about to whip his ticket out and wave it in her face when she set the bowl down. Blondie lingered for a moment, keeping her hands on the hot ceramic with a strange expression on her face.
Then, in a grotesque display of stupidity she peeled her fingers off to reveal that yes, she did in fact have a fairly serious burn. Traces of her skin lingered on the ceramic, making it completely unappetizing.
Daichi felt a new irritation now, one born out of his only weakness, women.
“I didn’t steal your damn noodles! Look at your hands,” he suddenly felt like he was dealing with a child, his own hand reached out to snatch the woman’s wrist as he turned it upwards to reveal a deeply burned palm. Daichi imagined the other would look similar.
With a groan, the dark-haired man released her wrist.
People were staring now and he walked over to the window where the noodles were still flying out steaming. Order 78 lay untouched making Daichi almost certain that those were blondie’s actual noodles. He tapped the counter to get the attendant’s attention.
“Cancel my cousins order, I’m bringing her to the clinic down the street,” he didn’t wait for an answer as he stalked back over to blondie, “alright, let’s go get those looked at before they get any worse.”
What exactly had happened here? Daichi had no clue. Somehow, deep down inside, a small voice told him that this was all his fault. Humans were stupid by nature; he couldn’t blame most of them for their actions. Fragile, with a small lifespan and no sense of how insignificant they were in the world, most of them made a series of poor decisions. This one was… well it didn’t matter.
Daichi indicated that the woman should follow him. Would she? Probably not.
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Her fingers were in a surprising amount of pain. She hadn't realised that she could literally get her fingers glued to a hot surface like that. She wondered if maybe she ought to start carrying gloves with her where she went, just in case she had to snatch more hot bowls out of the way. Turning up her hands, she peered at them curiously, finding morbid fascination in the bits where her skin had more or less melted off and attached to the bowl.
The stranger snatched her hand, turning it up to inspect her palm. She grimaced as he did, not liking the feeling of air rush across her upturned hand. Cousin? Were they related and Cali had just forgotten? Cali stared intently at the man, trying to figure out if she had ever seen him before. Maybe he was a bastard child, since the silvery blonde hair tended to run strong in her family line. Poor bastard. No wonder he was so tetchy.
"Looked at? But I--" She didn't actually get a chance to protest, with him stalking away before she could even say anything. Judging out her options, she figured she may as well get looked at if he was gonna drag her all the way out to the clinic anyway.
Stuck in a moment of crisis, Cali realised he would turn around and steal the noodles she had so valiantly fought to save as soon as she was out the door and in the clinic. Turning to snatch up the bowl, she had forgotten how hot it was in her moment of weakness. She cried out at she dropped it, her hands finally caving and letting her know they've had enough. Broth and noodles splattered everywhere, and she looked like a deer in the headlights for a moment. Squeaking out a quick apology to the shop, she dipped out, darting after the stranger to escape the embarrassment.
Well. If she couldn't have them, then neither could he, and Cali was satisfied with that outcome. "Where are we going, Blackie? Where are you taking me? I hope its to get more noodles."
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Halfway through his walk out of the noodle bar he heard a loud crash. Daichi whipped around to see a very confused blondie standing amidst a broken shards of the bowl sitting among noodles and steam. At least they wouldn’t have to scrape half her skin off, he guessed. Still, what on earth was wrong with this woman? Part of him wanted to run away at this point but it seemed cruel even for him.
“Quit calling me that!” he snapped, even more confused by her inability to realize where they needed to go, “don’t your hands hurt? Most people by now would be crying.”
It wasn’t the worst burns he’d seen sure but Daichi had been around enough to tell when something should hurt. If he wasn’t so concerned for her, he might’ve been impressed. A small voice in the back of his mind again questioned why he was doing this? Anzu would be laughing at him.
“Look, I’ll get you noodles once you get those bandaged at the clinic, it’s not that far from here,” Daichi wanted to lug her along but the angry circumstances that they’d already displayed told him it was best not to press his luck or tomorrow’s headline would be “strange-dark-haired-man-kidnaps-innocent-blonde-after-burning-her-hands”.
Daichi visibly groaned, though thankful they’d arrived.
“Okay here we are. Just go in and tell them you burnt your hands,” he motioned elaborately to the door, the irritation fading at the prospect of having a moment to evaluate just how he’d gotten himself in this position.
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Cali only eyed him suspiciously. Well, if he didn’t want to be called Blackie, he should have offered up a different name. Given that he didn’t, Cali refused to budge on the stupid nickname. “Oh yes. It hurts like crazy. In fact I feel like crying. However, the loss of my dinner is more important and I am more sad about dropping my noodles, Blackie.”
She was too stubborn to cave to the pain right now. Pure adrenaline was rushing through her, and the pain hadn’t quite hit her all the way. This might not be the worst injury she’s ever gotten, but gosh darn if it didn’t feel like the worst.
“Oh! Really?” Cali’s eyes lit up, activating her like a sleeper agent code word. “When will we go back? Right after they bandage me? It shouldn’t take too long, right? And then we go straight back. To the noodles. To get more noodles. For me. Noodles for me?” Cali would hunt him down if he abandoned her now. She was going to make him pay for those lost and forgotten noodles, even if she had to find out where he lived.
“Okay.” Cali stared at the door for a moment. Her gaze switched between the door and her hands, and then back to Blackie. “How do you reckon I should uh ... open... the door?” Granted, she could yank it open with her teeth, but she wasn’t quite hangry enough to go 100% feral in front of a stranger. Besides, germs and all that. “Will you come with me? I’ve never been to a clinic alone before ... what if they tell me I’m dying. Or what if they decide they hate me and won’t treat me? Is that a thing? Can they do that?” At this point she was just trying to buy herself time, obviously reluctant to go in.
“Will it hurt? What will they do? Will they just bandage them? Oh gross, what if my hands fall off tomorrow? I’ll never be able to eat normal food again, I’ll have to like, eat with my feet or something.”
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A font of words flowed from her mouth. No, not a font. A tsunami: a twenty-foot wave that came crashing down upon his unsuspecting ears. Its turbulent waters assaulted his ear drums to the point of headache. Remnants of seaweed and drenched earth were needles in his brain, poking each area incessantly until nothing was left save a small sliver of his sanity.
Daichi reached out with his entire hand and placed it straight over her mouth. “Holy shit woman, stop for some air, would you?” he gave it a second, enjoying the sweet silence before he removed his hand and instead gripped her shoulders.
Normally he wouldn’t touch another person unless absolutely necessary but, in this case, it was essential for added punctuation. This woman wouldn’t get it otherwise. As much as Daichi loathed playing a support piece this seemed the fastest way to get her gone from his life. He just had to get her in this building under somebody else’s care.
“Okay. I have no idea what sort of madness you just said. We’re going into the building, they are going to wrap your hands in gauze after cleaning them, and then we can go for noodles somewhere. So, the faster we get in the building the faster you get your noodles,” he didn’t wait for her to reply but instead guided her into the clinic.
The woman behind the desk peered over her glasses at them for a second.
“Room three, we’ll get your information in a bit,” the woman went back to typing, not giving them anymore of her attention. Daichi didn’t need to be told twice. He guided Cali into an examination room with a cot at the center and a multitude of cabinets.
“Sit,” he instructed, “and don’t touch anything.”
Daichi stood close to the door, arms crossed as he (once again for the second time today) contemplated his life choices. The soft, methodical sound of footsteps in the hall suggested that someone might be in to see them shortly. Thank the kami. He could slip out while they were wrapping her hands.
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Cali stopped very suddenly, finding a hand clapped over her mouth. Her tongue began to poke out, her brain practically screaming at her to lick it, before she got a hold of herself. Her mouth closed, and she frowned at the man. Why did she need to stop for air, she was perfectly fine to talk and breathe at the same time. His hands found her shoulders, and she looked up at him, wondering if they were having a moment.
She had been hoping for some kind of kinder consolation, about how they wouldn't think she was dumb or ugly and they would fall over themselves to treat her. She got the exact opposite, and she pouted. "Okay... I suppose." She was reluctant to admit it, but it did make her feel better, even if that wasn't exactly the words she had been fishing for.
The receptionist barely even looked at them, and her stress levels spiked all over again. She wanted to back out of the clinic, but her stranger-- sorry, no, her cousin forcibly guided her to the exam room. She sat on her cot, fidgeting with discomfort. Almost the second he commanded her not to touch anything, she was possessed by the horrible and overwhelming desire to touch everything in the room.
She stood after a moment of sitting, lunging at the bowl of cotton balls on a sterile counter top. Grabbing a handful up, she mashed them into her hand as she whirled around, desperate to make good on her desire to touch everything before the nurses came in. Before she could attack the bowl of used (but clean?) popsicle sticks, the door cracked open.
In order to maintain that she had in fact, not been touching things, she chucked her handful of cotton at her cousin. Hurrying to sit, she managed to plop herself down right as the nurse stepped in. The nurse eyed the pile of cotton balls that were surrounding her cousin's feet before starting her examination of her hands. Making sure to seal her insurance for that bowl of noodles, she piped up, "oh! That's my cousin. He's my only ride here, so he can stay in the room."
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Just when it looked like the woman… no the girl, could behave she launched herself at the nearest touchable object. Daichi cursed to himself as he attempted to follow her. Much like a squirrel escaping the clutches of a predator, Blondie weaved her cotton-ball filled hand away from his grips until the door opened. Suddenly it was raining cotton balls.
“I – ooof,” he struggled with a cotton ball that had not only bopped him in the eye but was now also trying to enter his mouth. Daichi brushed himself off like he was caught in a spider web but by the time he had recovered the physician was giving him a strange look.
With a glare at Cali he began to pick up the balls and throw them in the trash. As he was almost finished the horrific statement, he’d been hoping she was too stupid to say accosted his ears.
"Oh! That's my cousin. He's my only ride here, so he can stay in the room,” she sang like a little bird, drawing his ire. Did she know? No, there was no way he was staying with this burnt-hand maniac. She could be someone else’s problem now. “Right, let me go get the bike I’ll be back,” the words were perfectly said with a forced smile and, as the physician began to wrap Blondie’s hands up Daichi darted out of the room.
Escape. He needed to escape. Heart-pounding he stalked right passed the secretary and through the doorway. Thank the kami, now he could get out of this nightmare of a trip. Daichi made his way to his bike, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
What a nutjob. No sense of self preservation. But… what if they DID have to cut off her hands? No that was ridiculous. He was briefly reminded of the time Anzu had to get stitches back when she served their lord. She’d been so afraid to go alone. Much like Blondie.
“Damnit,” he cussed to himself, turning mid trek to head back to the clinic where the death of his sanity awaited. When he reached the door, he sank down into the lobby’s couch, crossing his arms in anger at himself. This was ridiculous. He didn’t owe this human anything.
Not even noodles.
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Cali only snickered at the man when he got cotton balls in his eyes. It was the perfect distraction to slip back to her spot and look completely innocent. The nurse kept a wary eye on him from the corner of his eye, obviously annoyed that he had played with their cotton balls. She swung her legs idly off the side of the cot, watching him throw away the bolls as the nurse inspected her hands.
She sat up straighter when he excused himself, and she was immediately paranoid that he was going to ditch her. Ah, nah. No way would he. He already promised, and she already said he was her only ride, so surely he would come back for her. She was too cute to abandon, anyway. Settling in to answer the nurse's questions and listen to her instructions for how to bandage and salve them every day, she wondered what kind of noodles she would get this time.
He said bike, right? He had a ... tandem bicycle? That was a pretty weird thing to just be hauling around, and what if you lacked a second person to help pedal it? You would just be looking dumb on your single-tandem bike. Regardless, she was excited to get out and see the thing. The nurse patched her up, and gave her some extra bandages and salve to use in the next couple days until she could go out and buy some of her own.
Trotting out to the waiting room, she was delighted to see her cousin sitting there, looking as furious as ever. Leaping at him, she flung her arms around his neck for a minute before backing off. "Look! They didn't have to cut them off! I still have hands!" She stepped back to flex her hands for a moment, staring down at them with excitement. Her bandaged hands made her look somewhat like a ninja, the way they wrapped her knuckles and palm.
"I want to see your bike. Why do you have a tandem bike? That's weird. Do you usually have someone to pedal it with you? I wish I had a double bike, too. I want one of those extra long ones with like six people. That would be fun. But then, I would have to find six people everytime I want to go out."
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In retrospect he should have enjoyed the silence of the lobby. Someone was coughing in the far end but other than the rustling of magazines it was relaxing. Far more relaxing than dealing with an adult-child.
Maybe all this time away from Anzu had been wearing him down. He’d have to double up, spend a week without talking to anyone just working on missives. Heck after this he wanted a month alone.
Daichi spotted Blondie and for a second, he thought (hopefully) she might’ve forgotten what he looked like. No such luck. In one, sloppy lunge she was suddenly hanging of his neck sending all the I’m-being-touched-by-a-stranger alarm bells ringing. Anyone else might’ve gotten walloped but Daichi instead brought his hands to his forehead, trying to rub away the impending headache. “What the hell is a tandem bicycle?” he let his hand fall, shooting a sympathetic look at the nurse who had the pleasure of escorting Blondie out.
The receptionist also seemed irked by the elevated tone and lack of punctuation by Blondie’s words and so Daichi ushered her out the door and on to the street. As the automatic door slid shut behind them, Daichi turned towards Blondie. “Alright well this has been fun and all,” Daichi lied, holding a smile as he dug into his wallet to pull out enough bills to cover five noodle bowls. The dark-haired man promptly stuffed them in Blondie’s pocket, “there you go. As much noodles as you want heck, I’m sure you can go to the same place and they’ll serve you again. Alright? Cool. Hope you feel better soon.”
With his duty done and the noodle debt paid in full, Daichi felt himself breathing easier. He turned on heel, heading in the direction of his bike. Never mind noodles; he needed a drink.
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"Umm. It's one of those giant bicycles, like the ones with two seats so you can ride the same bike together without being squished up on the same seat." She had definitely not considered the fact that it was more likely for a grown man to have a motorcycle to get around town. She was totally oblivious to the mood surrounding her, and she happily chatted on about tandem bicycles while she was being ushered out.
He turned to her suddenly, and she stepped back for a second. He was stuffing money in her pockets, and she glanced down at them in confusion. Wasn't he coming with? He had to come with. He had to get another noodle bowl, too, or it wouldn't be the same. "Thank you! I'll have 10 noodle bowls, then. How many are you going to have?" Her hands were a burden, and her bangage-mittens kept getting in the way of her investigating the new contents of her pocket.
Trotting happily after him, she launched into a new stream of questions. "Where is your bike? Is it really not a tandem bicycle? I guess that would be pretty strange... Especially if you only go places alone." She didn't say it, but he looked like he didn't have too many friends. He was awfully abrasive. "Do you think they have ice cream? Ice cream and noodles sound good. I've never looked at what else they have, I guess I've just been too focused on their meals." She shuffled after him quite doggedly, obviously proving she was not going to be shaken off that easily. A muffled squeak came out as a light mist of rain started to fall. She didn't want to be trapped out in the rain, and picked up her pace a little bit to keep up with him. "Aw no I didn't know it was gonna rain. I should have worn something warmer. Ugh I bet it's gonna get all gross out now." Warm noodles sounded even better now that it was going to be cold and wet out, and she was very much inclined to go back to that shop, even if they looked at her weirdly.
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Satisfied that he had escaped the exuberant woman, Daichi began to chart the fastest course to his motorcycle to get the heck out of here. But, much like a lost puppy, the woman began to trot after him. Surprisingly enough burning her fingers hadn’t seemed to dull her spirits at all. He wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or concerned.
Sighing, he turned around to face her with a sharp expression as his face tightened with the strain of being polite enough not to make her cry.
“No, see I don’t think you get what’s happening here,” the assassin led but a thin sliver of moisture on his arm coupled with the girl’s squeak stopped him dead.
It wasn’t supposed to rain today! He glowered internally at the development: it would be stupid to ride his bike in the rain, even just a tiny way over to go to his apartment. Had some cruel twist of fate trapped him here?
Well, he figured he had bad karma coming his way eventually but he had hoped it would’ve been in the form of a battle. This was something he was ill prepared for.
“Are you…. alright?” Daichi’s eyebrow quirked, fine droplets falling around them just not quite frequent enough to be unpleasant yet. With the realization of how stupid it was to ask he moved directly to a different line of conversation, “let’s head back to the noodle place then. Come on, it’s this way.”
Daichi Takeshi. Renowned Black Order Assassin. Murderer, expert knife wielder, well versed in poisons and their administrations… babysitting. Anzu would be in hysterics right now. Well, if nothing else he could just ditch her once the rain stopped and she was well fed.
“Just what the heck is your name anyways?” he didn’t want to know but at this point it couldn’t hurt to grab it to avoid her in the future.
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