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 2024
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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
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[attr="class","plotbg"] He's not sure what this feeling was overcoming him but his hand gently secures a hold on the younger males wrist as he begins to lead him in the direction of the games. They had been assigned to spend the day together a while ago and with the little conversation the two had engaged in he knew it was going to be difficult to get a move on things if he didn't suck up his nerves and just went for doing things. "Preston, right? [break][break]
His feet stopped for a second before he turned back to look at the younger male. His hand releases his wrist as Shib flashes the best friendliest smile he could muster. "I know it's um... nerve-wracking... talking to strangers and all but-- we can get past that awkward stage if we maybe play a few games together?" Shib tossed the idea out. Standing around feeling on edge was going to do nothing for the both of them. [break][break]
They might as well spend their time having fun rather than stressing over the small things. "Hey..!! I know! Do you want a plush?" He knew there had to be a game around that had the prize of winning some kind of stuffed animal.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] On several occasions, Preston's teachers preached the requirements for friendship existing. They pushed him to socialize and engage with his fellow students. Under most circumstances, the young angel ignored their words and focused on his studies. Alas, the words of his teachers haunted him to points of finally showing an effort. Gradually, the young bookworm found himself feeling a tad lonesome. Thus, he decided he would start the first step of many for a future coloured with friendship and smiling faces.
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Thus, through the soft worries pressuring his shoulders, Preston ventured out into the sunny summer weather. In a simple light grey t-shirt and a pair of light blue shorts, he found his way to Wanderer's Meadow. The gorgeous weather was welcomed as sunlight warmed his bare arms. It brightened his blond locks, messy and semi-curled as he approached. His shining amber eyes locked on the wall with tents poking out from it and laughter accompanied by screaming echoing from the location. People inside those walls were discovering entertainment through the playing of fair games.
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Thoughts of his mother flashed through his mind, the blond angel wishing she could have attended the summer fair alongside him. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he entered through the arch. Silently, he wandered the paths, heading to where the Friendship Initiative would be hosted. Accomplishing those steps alone were difficult, therefore, Preston decided to be clever and sign up for the infamous fair event. Signing up meant the opportunity to meet somebody without having to place ridiculous amounts of efforts into ground work.
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Shyness haunted Preston similar to a ghost, creeping over his shoulders and infiltrating his mind. It kept him hesitant to socialize and somewhat anxious about the beginnings of those interactions. Strangers proved more difficult to connect with, leaving the boy with a bashful heart to turn to books rather than people. Yet, Preston was determined, his hands softly balling into a fist of confidence! He could do this! The young angel was hopeful about creating these connections, furthermore, informing his mother of a new friend would undoubtedly make her proud!
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The thought of his mother's happiness inspired Preston's steps to quicken. Through the booths and people he shifted through, amber eyes searching for the front desk. In a matter of a simple approach and offer of his name, he received directions to his partner. For a few moments, Preston felt his partner's, Shib Parker's, hand around his wrist as they escaped the pressures of the crowded front desk. Silently, he followed behind the purple-haired stranger as he strode behind him. Then once they closed the distance to the loud, wild world of the game booths, the other student spoke his name.
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Preston nodded to give confirmation. "Then... you're Shib, right?"
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Unless two Prestons conveniently joined the Friendship Initiative, the young angel was certain the young man who led him away was Shib. Shyly, the angel gazed at the stranger, watching his cheerful smile... No wonder he joined, he seemed happy and sociable unlike him... Yet, the young student's soft stutter with his initial words and acknowledgement of the anxiety spoke otherwise... The angel never proved good at breaking down people's attitudes and responses, his lack of fixation on others making him incapable of those feats.
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"Um... sure," he answered, softly smiling at Shib. "And a plush sounds fun."
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The blond favoured Shib with a soft smile. He wanted to provide his partner with the impression of friendliness and happiness in their pairing. Alas, Preston's grin expressed awkwardness in every inch of his grin. It spoke in the manner his hands came together, fingers fidgeting as his hands occasionally rung. He never excelled in these situations, especially ones where there was no foundations for their conversation. Rather, it was this is your partner, now go have fun! There was no mention of favoured hobbies or suggestions of conversation starters...
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It meant Preston was effectively thrown into the deep end without a second thought. Yet, the thrower was not the event tailors, but himself... The individual who signed himself up in an attempt to create connections with things beyond books... Part of him wondered why despite the obvious answer. He was a young man without a troop of friends behind him, someone who struggled to forge those connections... and he wanted to make that change today.
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[attr="class","plotbg"]There were certain type of crane games he had been fairly decent at. With the amount of hours he poured into watching a variety of winning all the toys at arcade videos did Shib gradually pick up on the most efficient way to attack a fluffy stuffed friend that was in the glorious machines. The chameleon also knew it would make an worthwhile experience if he were to win something for his potential new friend. "Mhmm!" He hummed in a sing-song tone as his eyes glanced around the various machines and stalls of games. "Shib Parker is me!" [break][break]
Though Preston probably was already aware of the fact but still an even extra confirmation couldn't hurt. Not one bit, no. The chameleon wasn't some top-notch guide or adapt at keeping conversations alive but he did know how to grab onto what scraps he could. How they both signed up to this friendship initiative or given the fact they were about the same age! There was that chance of them having things in common, all it took was a shove of Shib biting the bullet and throwing out questions. Possible topics the two could carry out so the silence between them wouldn't carry on. [break][break]
The purple haired male's eyes took notice of the occasional fidgeting he picked up on coming from the blonde besides him. It was oddly comforting to see him as awkward as Shib normally would've been. If it weren't for the energy drinks he had chugged prior to coming... he might've been just like that too! Preston wasn't so different from him... they both struggled in social situations it seemed so he found comfort in that alone. "Sooo what made you wanna sign up for this event?" A beaming smile is shown in the direction of the angel. He truly hoped that they would be able to become friends.[break][break]
His feet come to a halt in front of a crane machine as his eyes glanced between it and Preston. The stuff animals within the machine were all brightly colored but it was between typical plush animals- A cute bear... lion, dog, or cat but they were all varied in color. Some were pure white with blends of reds and blues or one had been pure green with white dots. Shib definitely wanted to go for the white cat with blue blended into the fur for himself. "Gonna try to see if I can get this one for myself!!! You can look in the machine and let me know which you like!"[break][break]
He slipped several coins within the machine as his hand gripped the control handle while his fingers rested on the buttons. His attention shifted and his focus activated- he moved the crane's arm in front of the cat plush. He paused once at a decent spot and moved away from the front of the machine to peer from the side for a moment- making sure he had been aligned with the head of the toy. If he could grab it from there... that would be best. His feet back stepped as he gripped the handle to adjust the arm a bit before he hit the button. "Let's hope I got it, hehe..."
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Social interaction, the realm worlds beyond Preston left him apprehensive and questioning. His experiences were limited and his capabilities inept. The conversation was considered a long stowed away art, leaving the young blond awkward in regular day-by-day circumstances. His amber eyes flitted between the rolling grass below before returning to the fellow student, who confirmed his identity as Shib Parker. The angel knew nothing beyond his limited world of literature description and stumbling attempts through other discussions.
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The individual exhibited traits of friendliness throughout their minimal interaction. Alas, Preston's innate trepidation of these social situations resulted in him maintaining a wariness. Together, they ventured down the line of colourful game booths. Through it all, Preston's eyes wandered, amber hues noting the popping colours of the booth signs and decor. Similar to candy, the colours used were undoubtedly designed to attract the attention of passing children. Additionally, the hung toys and other prizes visible to passersby were all implemented in methods to become eye-catching.
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Slowly, Preston followed behind and maintained his wandering eyes. The angel's hand retreated into the depths of his pockets, fingers curled as he strolled behind Shib. Though a single question perked his interest and summoned a shrug. His entire motivation circled the concept of escaping constant requests to try socializing; even despite the loneliness.
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"So people leave me alone," he muttered quietly. "Why did you?"
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Honesty was the best policy, alas, Preston was never known for delicate words. The child operated off blunt standards after the manner his treatment arrived. Before shifting homes, his foster parents preached twisted ideals and exhibited distaste in his choices. Despite his partner's beaming smile and content expression, Preston's stayed relatively neutral. His emotiveness was always limited, evident by the lack of expressive changes to his countenance. As they continued through the lined games, the pair eventually came across a claw machine.
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The machine was brimming with colourful plushies and others of light pastels. A variety of different animals were stored inside the plexiglass box, piled beneath a dangling hook. The temptation to attempt the machine existed in the animals themselves, each possessing adorable features. As Shib declared desiring to hook himself an animal, Preston merely nodded. Quietly, the angel observed the placing of quarters and the inevitable squeak of the claw gaining life. With each push and pull of the joystick, the claw swayed back and forth.
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The heavy end brought it swinging for a while before finally ceasing and aligning with the head of the chosen animal. The blond observed as Shib backed away before clicking the bright red button. Once again, Preston greeted Shib with another small nod of affirmation. With that, he watched the claw fall, fingers coming together as the wire rolled up. The small claws grasped around the head, slowly bringing up the chosen toy to carry it to the drop-off bin.
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