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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
The sound of madness, by Shinedown...blocked out the busying sounds of the 'halo' crown mall. If the name didn't give it away the place was quoting Akari and his 'heavenly' army. But it was the only mall and so big that avoiding it wasn't exactly a choice. Despite it's name the dirty blonde was happy to not see giant angel statues staring down into his soul. The thought brought an amused scoff from him as he continued to lightly bob his head to his headphones. The teen was situated on a stone seat that was lined by a large fountain.
The first day of school had just ended and he was reluctant to go home because he knew what awaited him. The vibration of his phone going off as he received yet another message from his second father caught his attention. He let out a heavy sign and ignored it...only to be bombarded with a few more messages.
Kenneth...he knew what he was asking...what he wanted to know. His second father had taken the interest in making sure he didn't repeat his previous time at school where it ended with no friends or boyfriend. He wanted him to get out there and socialise...but the dirty blonde wasn't motivated for such an inconveniencing ordeal.
Friends were--his thoughts trailed off when an all too familiar yellow haired girl caught his eye. Alida, someone he hadn't seen for a week and oddly had been someone he wanted to invest some of his time with. He withdrew one of his headphones out and called out to her with little care for disturbing those around him.
"ALIDA!"
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tired of the destruction, tired of no one ever doing a damn thing
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
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
There had been a lot of apprehension associated with her first day of school at Lorsette High. She and Felicia had only managed to see one another once during the winter holidays, and so while seeing her best friend had been a welcoming experience she had also dealt with her demon brethren bitching at her about the use of her charm concealment. She hadn’t minded, because she had been rather distraught over the entire thing anyway.
What a predicament she had been placed in after attending the Rosevier’s Christmas dinner with the Norwood family. If she had known that they would feign kinship with her and her mother, ultimately dubbing her their niece, and along with it stripping her of her identity, she never would have agreed to attend. In fact, the only thing that currently kept her obedient to the family’s wishes was her guilt over what had taken place at the business dinner and then the weird tension that had developed between her and her mother.
“ALIDA!” The hollering voice of a male called out to her and she felt that she recognized the rough voice, her suspicions quickly confirmed when she spotted the dirty blond seated at a fountain a dozen or so feet from where she had been walking.
“YO!” She hollered back, raising one of her arms up into the air to wave exuberantly toward Nicolas. “How’s it hanging?” She asked him, rather inappropriately, when she neared, a grin spread wide across her face. She didn’t think much of the saying as she had heard it quite a lot back in Corner Brook high and with her brother as well.
She didn't even hesitate in screaming back at him all the while drawing attention to them both. But when she actually faced him he immediately frowned as he concentrated on a pretty huge difference in her...her horns were gone. But that was momentarily stalled when she asked him...she actually asked him... how it was hanging...
"Never say that to me again," he told her with little hesitation. It had been said to him by guys, but never a girl and it was just...superbly weird. "Where are your horns you forget to put them on today?" He asked and despite him making a joke...a joke with an expression that wasn't exactly jolly, but whatever, it still gave him a flash of uncomfortableness...thinking about her being...a cosplayer. She obviously wasn't...but the thought still flashed in his mind.
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tired of the destruction, tired of no one ever doing a damn thing
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
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
“Never say that to me again,” came Nicolas’ immediate response, his tone so dry and his face so perfectly stoic that it caused Alida to burst out laughing. But, with a dismissive wave of her hand and a nod of her head, she gave him a ‘yeah, yeah’ before he ended up asking her about her horns. “Where are your horns, you forget to put them on today?”
But, his question sobered her expression, turning her smile into an immediate scowl. “Family issues,” She replied with obvious annoyance over the entire thing, as she glanced off in a huff for a moment before she turned her full attention back onto him. A look over his inappropriate winter wear and exposed hands stalled her, though. She reached out to grasp onto his hand, wide eyes looking down with fascination. “Whaaaat? How’d it heal so fast? What’d you do?”
Alida's expression changed as fast as lightning and she didn't butter coat the situation. Family issues reminded him of his own...and he found it amusing, bitterly amusing. He looked as though he understood and even had his own look of contempt on the subject. But once again she was launching to the next thing. The sensation of his still very much damaged hand being grasped uncaringly in hers caused his face to instantly contort in pain.
"F**king heaven," he spat out and snatched his hand away with an impressive amount of aggressiveness. He clenched his teeth together and gripped at his wrist trying to ease the feeling. "What did I tell you about touching!" He yelled at her.
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tired of the destruction, tired of no one ever doing a damn thing
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
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
“F**king heaven!” The explicit sworn from the dirty blond’s mouth coupled with the way he savagely jerked his hand out of her grasp, clenching his wrist with gritted teeth, immediately alerted Alida of what was really going on. “What did I tell you about touching!”
“Oooh,” She blurted, gave a wave of her finger and a nod of her head. “Disguise charm, gotcha.” Sitting down at the fountain beside him she added, “That makes two of us then.”
“Sorry, sorry,” She added, although felt that she didn’t need to explain herself by this point. It had become rather obvious what had happened. But, after a brief look around the mall, she turned her attention back to Nicolas and inquired curiously, “Do you actually live around this part of town?”
Nicolas was rightfully pissed...she was the cause of his wounds and now she was aggravating them! The teen had to get a hold of his temper as he continued to brace the pain and actually mentally blocked out a bit of the girl's bantering. He knew how she could be by now and he didn't want her adding to his soured mood.
"Sorry, sorry," she eventually told him, but then immediately asked him a completely unrelated question. All she got from him was a death glare.
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tired of the destruction, tired of no one ever doing a damn thing
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
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
The unfriendliness she witnessed within the dirty blond’s expression when he turned to glower at her quickly shut Alida up. Looking quite astounded for a mute moment, she began to wonder if perhaps she had hurt his wound more than she realized. She was immune to the horrible effects holy water could have and while she had witnessed her brother’s pain she had never interacted with him on enough of a personal level to really come to an understanding of everything it entailed.
“I said I was sorry,” She finally spoke up a bit defensively, her gaze narrowing somewhat as she stuffed both of her hands into the front pockets of her winter’s coat. “No touchie, I got it. From now on — promise.”
Nicolas continued staring her down even after she apologised and put her hands in her pockets. He was grouchy now, but he wouldn't remain angry forever. In fact, his attention was soon drawn to the vibration of his phone as his father continued pestering him. The teen gripped the phone with his good hand and stared at it briefly before setting it down and reaching underneath his shirt to remove the arm band he had placed on to hide his wounds. He did not want her 'accidentally' grabbing his wound again.
He put the thing in his pocket and finally looked back to Alida. "You owe me a hot meal," he told her sternly and she could see now that his wound may have not HURT as badly as before, but the skin was still burned as though his attack had happened yesterday. The wound took a long time to heal.
OOC: ♥
tired of the destruction, tired of no one ever doing a damn thing
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
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
Alida’s mahagony gaze lowered to the dirty blond’s phone when it began to vibrate within his grip, and it immediately reminded her of the fact that while they had finally exchanged names they had kind of departed with no means of getting into contact beyond that and hence the week that had since gone by. In fact, it was probably completely by chance that the two of them had happened to meet within the mall today.
“You should totally exchange your number with me,” She told him, her narrowed gaze fixating on him while she began to slowly draw out her own phone as she scrutinized him in a ‘you better not decline’ manner. Nicolas removed a band that had been concealed on one of his arms and the charms effects instantly wore off, revealing to them both the wounds that still plagued him.
Exchange numbers that's the last thing he wanted to do with her right now. "Why so you can assault me again?" he asked her snippedly. But as he purposely tucked his phone away in his jacket pocket...not at all being phased by her silent threat he continued.
"I'll give you my number after you buy me a hot meal...as promised to our 'arrangements'." He was going to make her work for his number and he might not even give it to her then. The thought caused him to smirk and he looked confident with himself once more.
Actually he wasn't even waiting for an answer, he was gathering his things and looking around to find a place he wanted to eat at.
OOC: ♥
tired of the destruction, tired of no one ever doing a damn thing
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
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
A frown set into Alida’s features as she thought about the restrictions that had been placed upon herself and how she would have liked to be in the same position as Nicolas, and simply remove the concealment charm. It was strange to know just how prideful she was toward her demonic roots, and how concealing her horns left her feeling self-conscious and embittered.
“Why, so you can assault me again?” Nicolas actually grumbled, and his words as well as tone brought Alida from her inner thoughts and brought her gaze up to him. “I’ll give you my number after you buy me a hot meal,” The dirty blond abruptly decided, and Alida belatedly realized what was going on as she watched him pocket his phone and begin to gather his belongings. “As promised to our ‘arrangements’.”
“Oh, yeah!” Alida purposely mocked with a good laugh. “The ones you were so grouchy about before.” With a mild look of annoyance, Alida pocketed her own cell and picked herself up to stand beside him. “I remember. So, whaddya want?” She asked, but motioned toward the food court that was up the escalators visible on the second floor. “Foods up there. I’m not made of money, so let’s keep it reasonable.”
"Oh, yeah!" She exclaimed and his gaze narrowed on her because she wasn't at all detoured by his statement in fact she was too happy about it. "The ones you were so grouchy about before."
Nicolas just stared at her with a raised eyebrow because he remember the situation a lot differently. He had been on the verge of explaining to her why he was so 'pissy' as she put it, but the yellow haired girl just couldn't keep her mouth shut long enough to actually listen.
Brown eyes followed her as she mentioned the food court, but from his expression alone he obviously was not interested. Instead of answering her he actually just began leading the way until the two were stepping towards Moxie's Grill & Bar.
"If you can't pay for the whole thing I'll chip in," he muttered out and began forward without giving her a say.
OOC: ♥
tired of the destruction, tired of no one ever doing a damn thing
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
fallen wings
@nicolas
NOTE: ---
Instead of heading toward the escalators and the foodbar upstairs, Nicolas surprised her when he took off in the complete opposite direction. But, glancing further ahead, Alida managed to spot Moxie’s Grill & Bar, and put two-and-two together rather proficiently. “If you can’t pay for the whole thing I’ll chip in,” When the dirty blond actually suggested, she was taken aback for a moment by her own… concern. Damn, what if she was being too stingy? After all, she had gone on and on before about repaying him. But, to her defense, as much as Nicolas had suggested as much, she had never taken the aspect of buying him food as a serious way of repayment. She had wanted something a little more meaningful to the original act of him protecting her.
“Moxie’s Grill & Bar, huh?” Alida read aloud as they neared the entranceway from within the mall, and when she was greeted with a line of televisions and a more dimly lit interior, she almost burst out laughing as she realized what this was. “Sports bar,” She snickered and had to cover her mouth and give a shake of her head. She felt like that was definitely more of a… human... passtime. “Wow, didn’t expect my afternoon to be going like this,” She mused as they stepped into place a few feet away from the receptions area and were greeted by a strawberry blond waitress dressed in all black.
“Table for two?”
“Yep,” Alida answered, but as the waitress grabbed two menus and began to lead them inside, and Alida’s gaze flickered over to Nicolas, she couldn’t help but snicker in laughter again.
Nicolas said nothing as she read out the name and did her own thing as they entered. But he did look at her weirdly when she almost burst out laughing. He didn't get it, but then when she spoke up 'sports bar' he figured what she was referring to. The dirty blonde naively thought that there was no way she was actually relating this to him, but rather just laughing at human's pointless pass time in general.
"I know you would have been in the food court chowing down on MacDonald by your lonesome self," he told her in return with his own cockiness before the two were interrupted.
"Table for two?"
"Yep."
His eyes darted from one girl to the other as they spoke but he didn't let his own desires be pushed out by their forwardness. "Booth," he told her and she gave a wide smile and a wink his way before leading them to a booth.
"What can I get you both to drink?" She asked and Nicolas answered before Alida, which was a rarity since her mouth went off like a bullet. "Coke," he said a little strained because he was actually trying to answer before her. "Sure thing, sugar, and you?" She asked as she turned her attention to Alida.
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tired of the destruction, tired of no one ever doing a damn thing
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