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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[attr="class","plotbg"] His eyes are wet with tears, cheeks covered in trails of where some had fallen. His breathing was panicked and coming out in a interval of three seconds. His eyes were the darkest shade of blue they've ever been. A mixture of huffing and wheezing left his thin lips as his arms that were protecting his head had been trembling in fear of the events that were taking place. Shib heard the terrors of bullying. He's faced a number of it online through random strangers or people in video games. He's also seen it happen to other teenagers his age, much like himself... verbal words of cruelty but never did the chameleon imagine that he'd be bullied to the point of where it got physical.[break][break] Everything hurt... he only barely managed to protect his face a few minutes into getting cornered much like he did. Though he knew one of them did manage to land a nice punch across his face. Shib desperately hoped... it wasn't going to bruise. If it bruised he wasn't sure how he was going to hide it from his friends, from his parents. The thought makes him tremble, makes him feel as if his walls were closing in. He was doomed... wouldn't they do this to him more if he ratted them out? Shib inhaled deeply to prepare for the next barrage of beatings he knew was to come.[break][break] A kick into his stomach. Another punch into his arms... why were they doing this to him? [break][break] "S-stop ..please.." [break][break] Their laughter and mocking of the fact he was crying had him hurting twice as much. Rather than think to cry, one of the males encouraged the friend to do more because it was funny hearing how much it scared Shib. He couldn't help be flinch as further words of harassment escape his bullies lips. They were going to hurt him much more than they already were-- a choked sob escaped from him in the same moment an unexpected hero arrived at the scene.[break][break] Shib was too scared to notice the sound of his bullies being surprised and slowly running off after the arrival of an additional person. It only took Shib realizing something happened when the chatter from the three bullies died down. His arms reluctantly adjusted, sore from the attacks they had poorly been able to defend again.[break][break] He sees a male with short brown hair before him, he definitely was no kid like himself but Shib bites down yet another sob. His trembling increases as a whisper softly left his lips.[break][break] "Are... are y-you going to hurt me too?" He wanted this all to be over with.
Having just picked some fresh things up from the local bakery, the fallen angel was prepared to indulge his sweet tooth today. He hadn’t had anything in a while, so it was at least a little bit overdue. He lifted one of the sugary sweets to his mouth as he walked, taking a bite of the still warm confection. The sugar melted cloyingly sweet on his tongue, as he consumed the treat. It made him feel more at ease with the world around him, though he wasn’t expecting to be pulled from that feeling so quickly. What was going on over there..?
Stepping in that direction, he paused after a second. Fingers digging into the bag of sweets he was holding, as an unpleasant feeling tickled at the back of his mind. This was dredging up memories of a house he had left behind, pulling up old and familiar feelings. He remembered now ... what it was like to feel helpless.
Once upon a time, he could have been in a situation close to this. Maybe not with other kids, but that didn’t really change the situation too much. ”Hey....” Icarus’s voice is low and threatening, his eyes a cold steeliness as he stares down the bullies. Once he had made himself known, it immediately affected them. It seemed the effect this had on them was immediate, they scattered slightly and began to back away. He turned his head to watch them go, his eyes flaring with derision.
His attention returns to the kid they were beating up on after they were gone, his eyes softening back to a more natural look. He shakes his head softly at his words, considering for a brief moment. ”Are you okay? I won’t hurt you...” Something about the kid pulls at what rare softness Icarus has left, and he knows he can’t just let him be. He must be very frightened, and he has no way to tell how hurt he is either. Slowly and carefully, Icarus extended a hand out to him.
”Do you need help?” For now, his sweet tooth had been forgotten. It could wait until later, though he could also share if it would potentially help the other to feel better. Whatever happened from here on out, Icarus was hopeful that he had indeed helped, and not made matters worse. If he really needed to, it looked like he might have found someone he could protect. If it truly came to that, anyways.
[attr="class","plotsubtext"] you make me feel special
[attr="class","plotbg"] It's a weird mix of relief but lingering fear of is it really over? when he hears the promised words that Shib needed more than ever. It has his bottom lip trembling as yet another sob croaked out from his throat. Such a terrifying experience had Shib broken in pieces. His spirit was at an all new low and the fear that consumed him was overwhelming. Was it really safe? Was … it actually over? Just like that? When they had him cornered for so long? The punches and kicks that had been directed at his body were stinging in pain, as if he was still being assaulted. [break][break] A hiccup leaves his lips as he tries to calm himself, calm his breathing but... it wasn't possible. Knowing that there was someone here that wouldn't hurt him had him feeling an ounce of comfortableness, enough to where he was unable to unleash all of what he had been containing in front of the brutal students who put him through this pain. His arms slowly retract from their position but Shib couldn't help but wince in pain. His arms were a target of quite the hefty beating. His hand was trembling as it moved to take hold of the brown haired man's hand. [break][break] The only words that could leave his lips were stuttered apologies. Shib slowly nodded his head, sucking in a deep breath as a hope of containing his tears better than he had been. He was on the verge of panicking and Shib felt immense guilt for that. With how much his body was shaking to being sore and most definitely-going to bruise places that got attacked, not even counting how he was on the verge of hyperventilating. He definitely was having a hard time keeping it together.[break][break] Though... despite it all, words were still managing to get out. Albeit it was between long pauses of deep breaths as his eyes shakily glanced around in fear of his attackers miraculously showing back up and ambushing the both of them with more people. "I-i... do..." He pauses, sniffling a little. "Everything h-... hurts..." He's never been hurt to this kind of level before but to be fair... Shib never anticipated he'd actually would be the victim of a vicious bully attack he heard all about from various sources. He remembered once thinking about it and laughing off the possibility of that ever happening to him.[break][break] Ha...[break][break] Haha...hahaha...[break][break] How funny the chance of it happening was... He remembered thinking this one thing vividly and yet now that he was here... was this karma for thinking lightly of that? Shib wasn't ever superstitious like that but this experience... It really was one thing that he never wanted to have to go through. Not because he disliked pain or the simple thought that someone could come to hate him completely shattered him. It was for the fact that he'd never feel safe walking around the school's campus alone, never being able to walk home without having to look behind him at least more than once. Shib sucks in a deep breath once more, his tears were hot and still rolling down his cheeks but the sobs slowly had come to a stop. [break][break] "I... don't know if I can walk on m-my own..." His ankle was in a lot of pain. Shib was praying it wasn't broken... he didn't even think about how he was going to handle this. "It hurts s-so bad..." He was like a broken record on repeat but Shib couldn't think about anything when the throbbing of his foot was consuming him.
[attr="class","intext"]It brings up sensations and feelings that slowly trickle through his thoughts, memories that pulse over his skin like a tingling static. Sympathy overflowed the runaway assassin in the form of sympathy pain sinking into his muscle, traces of phantom like pain from places where he has been hurt before. He can see that the younger male must be hurting, sharp attentive skills picking up on the wincing easily enough. The other kids had certainly done a number on this one, so it was a good thing he had interrupted them. His hand closes around that of the other’s, and Icarus is steady to help him rise.
”It’ll be okay...” Was the only response that Icarus gave to the apologies, an attempt at comfort that he isn’t sure really landed. The fallen angel had never really played any sort of a comforting role before, nor had he truly been in many situations where that would have been necessary. Icarus’s sympathy flares again as he notices just how much the other is shaking, pulling at more of the remnants of soft that remained. What had probably almost been withered and gone, it was still there.
He’s attentive to say the least, especially as more was spoken. The fear he could easily pick up on due to the nature of his skills grated against his nerves, drawing on the usually neglected stores of a protective instinct that had never been shown the light of day before now. ”Okay...” It would be safest to take him to someone he knew, or home if it was safe enough. ”Do you have somewhere you want me to take you?” It might be risky, a stranger showing up to escort someone home from school. Especially in such an upset state, not to mention potential damages. It was important enough to risk it though, instead of leaving the younger male stranded.
”I’ll either have to help you walk, pick you up, or call someone and wait here with you...do you have a preference for what I should do?” Icarus’s voice was almost foreign to his own ears, a genuine soft tone permeating throughout. He would have simply healed the other if he could, but his use of hexes was ... almost inexistent. His whimpers were clashing against his nerves, and the fallen angel does all he can not to grit his teeth. Was he hurt worse than he thought? He needed to get looked at quick, right? The temptation is high to try to scoop him up and run, look for some sort of healer. He couldn’t do that though, especially if such a movement was unexpected. He risked jarring him and making the injury worse, and he is not yet certain of his agility while carrying another person. What did other people do in times like this? Did they just scoop an injured party and run? Or was there more to it? Did they just call the hospital? Icarus for the first time realized that maybe he hadn’t really been taught all he needed to know, only knowing the art of the kill and nothing of how to help the injured.
Why hadn’t he ever thought to not give up on hexes? Now that he was faced with a situation he was never taught to handle, it made it all the more clear that there were definitely things out there he wouldn’t know how to handle. It made an impatience, an ugly irritation rise under his skin to spark against his concern. Trying to shake it away and off for later venting, he focused on the one who needed his help. ”Is your home close to here?”
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[attr="class","tagyou"]I'M KIND OF UNPREDICTABLE
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Shib Parker -------- I come around the turn And people stop and stare. I'll make a killing from this change
[attr="class","plotsubtext"] you make me feel special
[attr="class","plotbg"] He was a stranger. A person who he had not been familiar with whatsoever but with the simplest mention of the world leaving come out of his mouth did it spark such a fear ignited response out of the weakened shifter. His grip tightens as the shaking only intensified. Broken sobs and pleas of desperation for him to not go, to not leave him here because who knows... what if they'll come back? Shib was terrified and not fully in the right state of mind so not all of what Icarus had spoken got to him. He heard keywords and clung to that- to Icarus's misfortune the words that had clung to him just had to be worst ones of the few. "I don't wanna be left alone..."[break][break]
How was he going to explain this to his parents? There was no way he could walk back home with ease given the state of his foot, his cellphones screen got broken in the progress of all of this... and all that remained for options of doing anything was for the stranger to take him home and deal with most likely an awkward barrage his parents and any sibling home would most definitely give him. "I don't know..." Shib was overwhelmed by all of these thoughts, these things that would likely happen. It's a trickle down effect that only seemingly gets worse with each realization.[break][break]
The next to struck him is the fact that.... will the bullying even end here? Who's to say they wouldn't threaten him to remain silent about this? His spirit is crushed and weakly did his hands move to cover his face. Muffled weeps fell into his hands as fear and ache consumed him. He just wanted to live a normal school life... and yet he had no idea things would reach such a scary point for him. Shib sucked in deep breaths in hopes of regaining himself but everything felt like it had been going the worst possible route. "I'm not sure if... if my phone is broken. They... smashed it..." [break][break]
His hands pull from his face as he sucks in a deep breath and sniffs, congested from the stream of tears that has yet to cease. His hand shakily moved and pointed left of him where a distance way laid his phone on it's screen. It had been tossed... and stepped on from what he was aware of. "C-cause... well um... ah... they didn't want me to... call for help I guess..." Breaking his phone was a sure fire way of preventing that after all but it wasn't even confirmed if it was broken. "Do you um... do you mind grabbing it for me? I can't r-really move right now."[break][break]
He was grateful for this stranger though. From his soft tone to the words of concern and keeping him in mind... he knew he was in safe hands. If they did come back, surely... they would be unable to do anything thanks to him. "A preference..." Shib's hands rested on his lap, rubbing against the fabric of his pants. "Can you... you take me home? It's not too far but... a lengthy walk is a thing so..." Shib pauses and frowns. "I'm sorry for i..interrupting your day. I'm p-probably being a bother... like this ha...ha... If only I was stronger..."[break][break]
[attr="class","intext"] There was some sense of strangeness to the situation he found himself in, one so far away from his usual. Situations of danger and bloodshed were something far more commonplace for the fallen angel, though whatever good remained hidden in his many layers was being pried out. Despite often looking those he has killed in the eyes before he pulled the trigger, such a monster was not present in these moments. Icarus had never felt quite this way before, instead of an executioner he felt more like a protector. It fit wrongly with the rest of the pieces that made him up, like someone desperately trying to jam a piece into a spot it didn’t fit. Despite the sense of being unfamiliar and almost wrong, he bit it back and didn’t shoulder it aside. Some part of him held him in place, and he wasn’t going to force it aside.
All he could hope is that this strangeness wasn’t like gripping onto shattered pieces of what he could have been, that he wouldn’t cut himself open like jagged shards of glass. He could deal with the consequences later, if there were to be any at all. For now his attentions were focused on the downtrodden teenager, so cruelly kicked around as if he were a stray animal. It was still something that pulled at a sense of familiarity, something that he would change if only he could. Undeserved targeting like this, only served to make cycles over and over that never truly stopped. Perpetuating the weak devouring the strong, and the sort of hierarchy that wraps everyone up in strings. Offering a low hum, he considers the words offered. A potentially smashed phone wasn’t great, but he did have his own if a call was needed.
His gaze followed the direction pointed, sharp gaze instantly recognizing the phone. From it’s tipped position he couldn’t discern it’s status, but he could make some guesses. To be that far away it had probably been thrown, not to mention the possibility of being trampled over during the events he had caught onto. It was a way to ensure the crying teenager before him was trapped, unable to so much as call for help. ”I’ll get it, so try not to move okay? You don’t want to risk hurting it more.” Steady steps lead him to the phone, before reaching down and plucking it from the ground.
His grasp tight on the cold material, he doesn’t feel anything immediately concerning. The screen dipped and seemed to have cracks beneath his fingers, though it must not have been completely shattered since glass didn’t bite into his skin. Measured steps take him back to the younger male’s side, and his phone was held out. ”Here it is. Hopefully it’s not too messed up?” Giving his head a shake at the other words he had caught, it was a sign that he wasn’t bothered. ”I can take you home. Can you walk if you lean on me and take most of the weight off of the side that hurts?” If he needed it, he could probably carry him. ”If not, I’ll have to try not to jar you if I pick you up.”
All Icarus had to do was hope the parents didn’t suspect him, as this was already going to be a strange turn of events. ”Would you like to use my phone to call ahead, or just go as soon as possible?” Icarus had decided to offer just in case, though whichever way was easier for the other he had no problem in taking. He had always easily been able to switch himself into action, something his reflexes and drive have long since been trained for. Even in situations like these, it has some sort of payoff.
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[attr="class","tagyou"]I'M KIND OF UNPREDICTABLE
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Shib Parker -------- I come around the turn And people stop and stare. I'll make a killing from this change
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