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: ---
“I do blame you for missing the very obvious sign,” Nicolas joked in a sarcastic manner because the two of them knew that they had both missed it that day in Loki’s. “I can’t tell which one of us are bad luck,” He went on to say and brought up the meetings they had suffered through thus far in the company of one another. Aside from today, Alida supposed the second most harmless meeting had to have been their first. She had to admit, as she thought about it, that he had a point. The two of them had been nothing but trouble for one another until, somehow, Nicolas had inadvertently stepped in to help her during a bully incident that had resulted in him having holy water thrown on him. Yikes.
The thought caused Alida to exhale a subtle sigh through her mouth before Nicolas was motioning toward the approaching waitress to silently signal her arrival. The platter that was set down before Nicolas was monstrously and ridiculously huge and it caused her to burst out laughing with incredulousness. “You just bring the whole cow out, don’t you?” She openly joked, laughing so hard that her stomach hurt. “That’s ridiculous!”
Her platter was longer in length and from appearance alone looked quite a bit more healthier than his literal slab of meat. “Look at mine, though, awesome.” She glanced up to the waitress, flashing her a grin. “Looks good. Counting on it tasting even better. Oh, and can I have another mocha?”
Nicolas gave Alida is own cocked eyebrow at her response to his meal. He didn't see the problem it looked amazing. Needless to say neither his first or second father were good cooks and so having dinner like this was more than a treat for him.
He threw her a glare in response to her insulting his meal and glorifying her own. But his attention was soon on eating and ordering himself another cola. He peeled the ribs in half and easily downed three of them before the waitress was even able to walk away. The mess was inevitable and he soon snatched a napkin to wipe himself down before the yellow head before him made another jab.
"So about your horns, is there anywhere you can take your charm off?"
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: ---
To Alida’s surprise, Nicolas didn’t wait on chowing down. Before the young waitress could even leave the vicinity, the dirty blond had downed three of the ribs, and the sight caused her to lightly give a snort. “Slow down,” She warned for his own good. “I don’t want our bad luck to rear its head in the form of you suddenly choking.”
The eighteen year old picked up one of her street tacos, gripping it carefully with both of her hands, as she took her first medium sized bite. She was more of a person who enjoyed savoring the taste of the food, especially when she in particularly liked it or it was new. The taco tasted great, better than she had been expecting despite her outward enthusiasm, and she felt satisfied with her menu selection.
“So about your horns,” Nicolas brought up, mouth full of food, and his question drew her attention up to him. “Is there anywhere you can take your charm off?”
“Private places, I guess,” She answered by covering her mouth. “I’m wondering if there’s anything I can do to bypass the rule. I know arguing won’t change their mind, even though it’s their own fault for associating me with their family name in the first place.” She finished her bite and leaned forward to finish by saying, “The whole thing’s as infuriating as it is unfair. But, I don’t know what to do.”
Nicolas lightly choked when she scolded him about his eating, but she didn't detour him especially when the meat was practically melting in his mouth. Choking...he wasn't eating that fast and if he did choke he'd finalise that she was the culprit behind the bad luck since he was always the one getting hurt in these situations.
The waitress returned quickly with their drinks, but she didn't stay to chat because the place was getting crowded and she had her hands full. The dirty blonde drank down some of his cola to clear his throat as he listened to Alida's response. "Can you contact your father and tell him what's going on?" Nicolas ended up asking and he could relate to her feelings of frustrations. "You got no other relatives that aren't some random ass family you can stay with either?"
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 reached for her mug of mocha to take a few sips while Nicolas responded. She was a little surprised over the fact that the two of them kept having serious conversations in between all of their bantering. “You got no other relatives that aren’t some random ass family you can stay with either?” He went on to ask after first inquiring about talking with her father. The fact that he referred to the Norwoods as a random ass family caused her to openly snort in laughter, and she placed her mug down.
“I’ve been in contact with my dad,” She answered with a bit of a dejected sigh of defeat. “But, he and my brother, and their troop, are really tied up right now with the terror epidemic in that area.”
“I mean, good news is that they’ll eventually be returning to Lorsette,” She added, although internally were her doubts and fears on whether or not that was actually a ‘good thing’. In truth, she was dreading the day and had so much anticipation regarding it. “Ah, I’m also eighteen, so technically I can legally move out and live my own life. Problem is, I don’t know very many people here and I’m not familiar with Lorsette enough to feel comfortable or safe trying to live on my own or even with roomies.”
Nicolas relaxed for a moment as she began answering and he was listening, but after a bit he ended up eating some more of his ribs, two more down. He was careful though because he had learned that Alida had a whip for a mouth and he didn't want to hear her talking about his eating habits...which wasn't usually something he ever cared about.
The fact that her family was in a tight position again made him think about their lives and how much danger they were in. He was surprised she wasn't more eager to join in with her father and brother especially since she had spoken highly of them a few times. She didn't seem as enthusiastic about her mother and the choices she seemed to be making for her daughter.
Mother...the word made him uncomfortable and sick in his stomach, and that temporary stopped him from eating.
"It's not a good idea to move on your own anyways, unless you want to die young." Nicolas told her and gave a light shrug. "It's already bad enough you don't have any other relatives you can rely on... a single family is better than being alone, but you're still an easy target for any demonic families or heavenly species...or even damn humans."
The more he spoke about it the more irritated he became of it. The world was dangerous and they couldn't even rely on their own species...just clans...groups...clusters of demons with blood being shared between kin.
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: ---
“It’s not a good idea to move out anyways,” Nicolas confirmed with a shrug of his shoulders. “Unless you want to die young.”
It was true that earth was and had always been a danger zone, especially with the rising epidemic of the terrors in the last fifty or so years. A soft sigh escaped her as she wondered what sort of outcomes were going to fall before her in the future, with the Norwoods, her mother, and even the return of her father some years from now. What would happen to her, ever doomed to be a recipient within the Honora family, cursed under the black wings her mother had given her.
Alida brought her mahogany gaze back to Nicolas as he continued to darkly reminisce on the situation most of them found themselves in, especially the danger of other species of the world, which was something she was already well acquainted with. Picking up her taco, she silently ate while she listened. She didn’t want anyone to know of her birthright here in Lorsette and she felt prideful and satisfied that Nicolas, completely on his own, had assumed her a demon.
“There’s a lot of cut-throat competition in the world, especially between demons,” She returned with a nod of her head. “My hometown that got destroyed? That was a city run pretty much by the hell demographic and things were still tough,” She confided but then added, “But, I liked the feel of it better than Lorsette, to be honest, because it did feel like there was a pack mentality. Like, that if shit was going to go down in that city there'd be a lot more people backing each other up. But, Lorsette feels so diverse that it’s just chaotic.”
Nicolas' family name was known by all other clans and that mean their family was more of a target then strays like Alida's family were. Still, humans actually could group together and work as one...even though they separated themselves at times by stupid things such as skin color (because that made them oh so different, pfft) but in the end they could come together. But demons? Their biggest problem was that they had a hierarchy that separated them and made them easier targets for the rest of the species.
"Corner Brook wasn't my hometown, but it was the same way as yours. It makes me wonder if demon cities are purposely being targeted."
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: ---
“Corner Brook wasn’t my hometown, but it was the same way as yours,” Nicolas revealed, and Alida abruptly stopped and her eyes widened as she promptly sat her taco back down without taking another bite. “It makes me wonder if demon cities are purposely being targeted.”
“What?” She instantly interjected, both of her brows raised. “Corner Brook? Really? How come I never saw you around?” She paused for a moment and thought about it, reaching for her mocha to bring it up to her mouth. “Well, I guess it was bigger than I gave it credit for.” Her heart suddenly leapt, pain flaring up within it,, sending it pounding away within her chest as she began to realize her own fortune of the two of them never meeting. Thank Volos the city was bigger than she gave it credit for! Holy Shit! While actually sweating bullets, Alida attempted to appear composed as she stared across the table at Nicolas quietly sipping her mocha.
"What?" Alida immediately spoke up and drew his eyes to her. She looked floored by his statement and at first the teen didn't really understand why. But as she continued talking about Corner Brook and how she had never seen him before he put two and two together. His facial features grew stern as he frowned and the first thing he thought about was how...he had been standing in Corner Brook...her home...
There was a sharp pain that went through his chest as images of the broken buildings filtered into his mind and...Molly's destroyed city also came with those memories. "The same reason we probably wouldn't have met here either. I go to an all boy's academy...we wouldn't have met in school," he muttered out but only briefly glanced at her consumed in his own feelings. What were the odds? How he could have been back somewhere he had lived...and not recognised anything it disgusted him.
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: ---
Reading Nicolas’ expression, Alida could see first surprise and then a deeper, more serious, expression as he most likely linked the destroyed city he had visited with the leftover ruins of Corner Brook. For whatever reason, Nicolas was more disturbed and bothered by the sight of the city than others, and she felt that the terror incidents were also very similar in his books. Still, she was wholly thankful that the two hadn’t met one another because if they had she had no doubt that their ‘dynamics’ with one another would be completely different.
“The same reason we probably wouldn’t have met here either,” He revealed, “I go to an all boy’s academy… we wouldn’t have met in school.” Alida didn’t get why he seemed to be bothered over the connection of Corner Brook, but she felt that it was obvious in the way he glanced off to the side and seemed to be lost in his own thoughts again.
She wasn’t good at this kind of stuff, probably because she didn’t like to think about it. She definitely was one of those people Nicolas had offhandedly mentioned before; the kind of people who just keep on living. Well, this was awkward…
“So, we went through the same thing, huh?” She asked, solemnly, because she wasn’t really certain what to say or do in that kind of situation. “With Corner Brook, I mean,” She added, even though she felt that had been obvious.
“So, we went through the same thing, huh?” Alida returned, but despite her attempt she still sounded awkward, like she wasn’t really sure how to talk about something serious. “With Corner Brook, I mean.”
Nicolas remained fixated on the window, but soon brought his eyes to her. He didn’t want to be there anymore and he certainly wasn’t hungry either. Maybe he was the jinx since their meal was being ruined by his own past. The thought made him angry and he actually reached for another piece of rib to force himself to eat. He wasn’t chained by his memories.
“I guess so, small world.” Nicolas returned and tried to move the conversation forward. “So, what school are you attending here?”
OOC: He doesn't realise how TRULY awkward she is. xP You want the true true?
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: ohohohohohohoho. Awkward Alida is rare Alida, lol. xD
Alida couldn’t believe how strange the atmosphere had gotten, and in such a short time as well. When Nicolas turned his attention back to her, she unconsciously straightened within her seat, feeling that cold trickle of sweat again as she swallowed passed the lump formed within her throat. But, when he simply agreed with her and then tried to move the conversation forward, she relaxed a bit and was able to take in a breath. “Uh,” She began slowly as she thought about it. “Well, it’s called Lorsette high, which is weird,” She laughed a little, but there was still that attachment of awkwardness while she continued to gauge Nicolas’ reaction. “But, yeah, that’s my school. It’s the main public high of Lorsette.”
She paused for a moment before inquiring curiously, “So you’ve never gone to a regular, public, school before?”
His stomach was twisting as he forced down another rib, but he just continued eating and drinking. Why did things like this always have to come up? Why couldn’t he be through with it? Nicolas didn’t like feeling crippled by his emotions but truthfully he didn’t know where to begin with ‘healing’ especially when it came to the crap that had happened in his life. All he knew was that he didn’t want to forget, but he didn’t want to be haunted either. His expression remained stern as he stared at poor Alida with an intense expression which was entirely unintentional.
“No, parents wanted no distractions.” He muttered out and then added to give her a small glimpse of why. “Women,” he supplied and actually had managed to scarf down the last remaining rib. He was proud of himself at that point even though he felt like throwing up.
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: -gasp- !
Whatever ease she had slipped into fell away by the glare she was receiving by Nicolas even as he continued their conversation. “No, parents wanted no distractions.” He told her through a mutter and then revealed a little further as to what that meant; “Women.” Alida gave a subtle nod of her head, in understanding, and a small silent ‘oh’ formed at her mouth. But, damn, was this awkward. Jeeze, Nicolas, way to go, she thought to herself a little sourly.
“You don’t seem the type,” She returned after a short pause, and then offered a small joke as she added tentatively, “Despite our first meeting’s misconceptions.”
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