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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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 two were brought to a booth located at one set of windows that overlooked the interior of the mall, a wall at the back of sectioned seat that held a mounted electric fireplace, its flames glimmering and flickering about animatedly. Alida lounged back against the seated section across from the fireplace and glanced toward the waitress after she had set their menus down and then asked them what they’d like to order for beverages.
“Coke,” Nicolas abruptly answered, and it first caused Alida to look at him, but her expression narrowed, a smile broadening against her mouth, as she actually sat forward to open the menu and take a look at something of interest. It hadn’t gone unnoticed to her, however, that the waitress apparently thought Nicolas was cute and she had openly been flirting with him the entire time.
“I’ll try a Bellini,” She decided, and when the waitress asked her for identification, she drew her card from her wallet and let her take a brief look to confirm her legal age.
Nicolas' eyes zoned in on the yellow haired girl when she ordered and he had a very sneaky--- ...As soon as the identification was asked for he got his answer.
"Nope, pick a non-alcoholic drink." He told Alida interrupting their little conversation. This girl, she was crazy...crazy without some mind altering substance running through her veins. Not only that, but alcohol was expensive and if he was sharing the bill then he wouldn't pay for something he didn't approved of.
OOC: NOPE NOPE NOT HAPPENING. XD
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: XD !
“Nope, pick a non-alcoholic drink,” Nicolas spoke up to demand she change her preference of beverage, and Alida outright laughed while the waitress appeared to be mildly surprised by their disagreement.
“Whaaat?” She instantly questioned. “Whose paying here, huh? In charge of the bill? Pretty sure it’s me, and that makes it so my say goes.” She was grinning and giving him a look, but found the whole thing half hilarious and half infuriating. “Or are you going to tell me you’re making this your next favor?”
As expected the teen was quick to call him out on his request, but his determination never left his eyes as he stared at her as she explained the 'situation' to him. "I'm the guest, the one you owe a favour to, remember?" he chimed in after her and ultimately the waiter grew awkward by the minute.
"Uh, I'll just come back later," she told them. Nicolas wasn't so bone-headed that he'd order for Alida, but he certainly wasn't budging on his side.
"What kind of payback is this? First you won't even take me to a real restaurant and now your insulting my request to not drink in front of me." He was just rubbing it in now and there wasn't all irritation. He had a bit of amusement over the entire ordeal too, but his points still remained.
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: ---
“I’m the guest, the one you owe a favor to, remember?” Nicolas argued in return, remaining persistent and stubborn over the decision he had made and then, on top of that, using his ‘favor’ status to try and weasel anything he wanted out of this.
“Uh, I’ll just come back later,” The waitress interjected at that point, sounding awkward and unsure, ultimately taking her leave when neither of them objected to her statement.
“What kind of payback is this? First you won’t even take me to a real restaurant,” as Nicolas continued to tyrade, Alida openly scoffed with incredulousness over his insinuation that she hadn’t wanted to take him to a real restaurant. “And now you’re insulting my request to not drink in front of me.”
“I think this somehow just turned into blackmail,” Alida openly complained, but with a huff she did ultimately lounge back against the booth, fold her arms across her chest, and concede to his demands. “Okay, okay, blondy boy, we’ll do everything the privileged boy wants,” She decided a bit snarkily, but abruptly sat forward to snatch the menu and begin looking it over. “I think you’re enjoying this power trip way too much, though.” She added grouchily.
Nicolas watched as she blatantly called him out on blackmail and then slouched back to sulk and agree to his terms. The whole thing was comical and in the end he scoffed out his own laugh similiar to the one she had displayed when they first entered this place.
"Admit it you'd let the power go to your head too if our roles were reversed," he teased her with a smile and was satisfied now that he had got his way. "We can drink one day...it's just weird when we don't know each other." He explained, or tried to...he didn't know if she'd interrupt him again or not. "I mean...I'm flattered you don't think I'll take advantage of you." He added sardonically.
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: ---
“Admit it, you’d let the power go to your head too if our roles were reversed.” Alida peered from over the top of her menu at him when he brought up the argument of their roles being reversed and, lifting up from under the cover of the menu, she dawned a mischievous smile at the mere thought of it. But, her expression sombered somewhat when Nicolas brought up the fact that he found it weird for them to drink in front of each other when they weren’t well acquainted.
Alida’s expression became more understanding as she gave a nod of her head, and appeared to take in the logic behind his statement. “I mean…,” But, when Nicolas spoke up again, “I’m flattered you don’t think I’ll take advantage of you,” she couldn’t help but let out a well-deserved snort of laughter.
“Yeah, right,” She began, but then feigned horror as a thought occurred to her. “Oh God, no, you’re right — You were a perv the first time I met you.” Despite her jesting jabs, the topic at hand did make her mind wander to places and events that she hadn’t visited in a very long time, and it made her realize how unrealistically trusting she was being with him. And, it wasn’t from her own lack of experience when it came to being taken advantage of. But, honestly, it felt like having those kinds of worries or concerns just didn’t come naturally to her.
Nicolas watched as she let out a laugh and then brought up their first meeting. She was taking a swipe at him and the dirty blonde had plenty to say about the subject. "That place had it's priorities shoved up its ass," he commented openly and rolled his eyes as he fiddled with his menu and began glancing over the meals and prices. It was then that his phone began vibrating once more and he actually texted Kenneth back.
'I'm eating, give me a break.' He replied to his onslaught of, what are you doing, who are you with, are you ignoring me, where is my son!
If only he could actually show Alida to them but they'd throw a field day. Nicolas had hoped Kenneth would back off just for a bit, but his text messages were continuing and it was interrupting his time.
Prove it, was the next muddle of texts and it caused him to sigh heavily. He said nothing as he lifted his phone up and took a picture of himself...which would have looked retardedly like a selfie to Alida.
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: ---
“That place had it’s priorities shoved up its ass,” Nicolas brazenly commented, and the subject seemed to come out of left field so hard that it shocked her into momentary bafflement. But, after a brief moment of silence, she burst into subtle laughter that ended up hurting her stomach and brought tears to the corner of her eyes.
“Hah, the guy was a complete nut job, too,” She openly laughed at the subject, but her words were mingled with the light sound of Nicolas’ phone vibrating, and when he took it out to glance at it, she was belatedly reminded, too, that someone had been texting him all the way back at the fountain.
At first, she turned her attention to the menu, and glanced across the interior of the bar when she wondered when the waitress would return, but her attention drew back to Nicolas when he was drawing his phone from his pocket a second time, scrolling through his texts, and then proceeded to take a picture of himself.
“Volos Almighty,” She laughed, good-naturedly, and placed her hand over her face in embarrassment as she added, “That reminds me of how you caught me in the dressing room.”
Nicolas was in the mists of dealing with his father when Alida subtly started laughing so hard it brought her to tears. He gave her a look of sheer 'what on earth' but he couldn't respond outside of that because he was busy. But he did snort out his own laugh when she agreed with him and just the whole image of them wearing the same pants crossed his mind.
Finally, after sending his father a picture message to shut him up. The teen looked back to Alida as she told him how him taking a shot of himself reminded her of how he found her in the dressing room. The thought was bewildering to him because he wasn't certain what she was talking about, but it did bring up another question especially with seeing his own horns on his photo.
"Where are your horns anyways?" Nicolas ended up asking, and just a few minutes later their waitress from before returned, only this time she wasn't flirting with him, not that the dirty blonde had noticed prior.
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: ---
“Where are your horns anyways?” When Nicolas asked, Alida shot him a peculiar look considering he had already asked the question prior and she had answered him.
“I already told you,” She started but stalled as she was distracted with the appearance of their waitress once more. The woman stopped at their table and attempted a second time to take their drinks. “Vanilla cafe mocha,” Alida chimed in, a smile lightening her features. Although she had been slightly disappointed by the lack of an alcoholic beverage, the moment she had spied the mocha on the menu she had gained an instant craving for a hot, delicious, vanilla mocha.
“I already told you,” Alida returned and it caused him to stall and try to remember. But he was pretty certain she was wrong. But before he could argue the waitress returned and Alida immediately gave her order. She had thrown such a fit before, but she seemed rather thrilled with the idea of a mocha. It was weird...seeing her flip so easily from one spectrum of emotion to the next.
“All right, now are you two ready to order or should I come back?” She asked and the dirty blonde paused to glance down at his menu before shaking his head. “Need a minute more,” he told her simply and as she walked away to get their drinks he began searching over the different items.
“Tell me again,” He spoke up as he glanced to Alida, and he had decided he didn’t want to start an argument with her.
OOC: Nicolas wasn't paying attention!
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 has to tell him all over again. xD
When the waitress left once more and the two of them were left to look over the menu in momentary silence, Alida had to admit that it suddenly occurred to her that this was kind of bizarre. She didn’t know anything about the guy sitting across from her except for their rocky beginning and his eventual heroic “saving” (or whatever), and yet now they were sitting in a Grill & Bar and she was buying him a meal.
“Tell me again,” Nicolas spoke up in the silence and it caused Alida to glance at him from over the menu. Seeing that he had looked to her as well, the eighteen year old let out an exaggerated sigh.
“Family issues,” She answered pointedly, wondering if it would jog his memory. Despite the sigh, and her mild look of annoyance, she wasn’t too bothered by his question. “I’m living with some ’family friends’, I guess you would say, since y’know my home was kind of destroyed. And these ’family friends’ don’t feel comfortable with horns, apparently.” Another sigh left her as she pressed her cheek into the palm of her hand and fiddled with the menu she had sat down before her. “If my dad or brother were here, they wouldn’t put up with it.”
Nicolas watched as she let out a long sigh and then repeated something that was vaguely familiar to him. But he still couldn’t pinpoint when she had said it to him. Little did he remember that it was at the point she had latched onto his wounded hand and unknowingly caused him an exceptional amount of pain.
Family issues...that hadn’t been something in his own life. But the thought of a family having an issue with something that was so natural irritated him. He was also astonished at the fact that Alida was actually listening. Did she only have a rebellious nature towards strangers? His brown eyes scanned over her, but he found multiple items that could have been her charm.
“Are they gonna kick you out if you don’t amuse them?” He asked, but it was clear from his tone that he was on Alida’s side and didn’t like them having control over something that was hers alone. He could understand hiding for protection, but that wasn’t the case with Alida.
OOC: Serious talk is serious.
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: xD
“Are they gonna kick you out if you don’t amuse them?”
“Eh, probably,” Alida momentarily moped as she continued to poke and prod at the menu, her gaze downcast and looking it over. “My mom’s the one I have to worry about, though. Not me.”
Her expression brightened somewhat as she looked back to Nicolas and appeared to shove the mopiness away. “Psh, if I was the only one I had to worry about like hell I’d do it.” She seemed to be more cheery as she picked up her menu and revealed, “Plus, when my dad gets back, he’ll straighten things out.”
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