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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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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The familiar mop of dirty blonde locks that entered his view when he had entered the ward to greet the patient he'd just been assigned to - or more like did a trade off with one of his co-workers. The hard avoidance was obvious in their request which was why the angel wasn't against it but upon seeing who it is... the angel couldn't help but question the reasoning behind it. He made his presence known with a friendly greeting as he eyed the unktehi from a distance. Both the sight of blood seeping through his TRS jacket and the smell alerted him that he was very much injured. "My, my what happened here, tough guy?" He says with a small grin and a playful tone of his voice.
The distance was closed as he made his approach towards the hunter who he had gotten the luxury to become familiar with through his visits within the ward. He didn't know everything about him but he was able to identify the fact that not many seemed to feel comfortable around him... but for some reason this never applied to the angel. Nuka did fine around him, if anything... the unktehi was easier to talk to than some of the other patients he's treated before. His hands gently moved to touch to analyze where he had been injured, a low thoughtful hum escaped from his throat as his hands gently touched the most wettest part of the jacket which seemed to be around his arm. "I'll be helping you take this off since It'll help me see clearer what I'm dealing with." Nuka pauses while his grin widens. "If it hurts I'll let you flick my forehead in retaliation, yeah?"
Joking aside Nuka intended to do all he could to make sure the removal wouldn't cause any additional pain for the other. The injury didn't seem to be the worse thing he's dealt with but that fact alone makes him sigh a bit in relief. He's happy to see him but at the cost of it being an injury... there was always that risk of it being bad although a stroke of luck seemed to be on his side. "For what it's worth... I'm grateful what you came in with is this than something more serious. " His hands gently moved to begin to slide it off his right arm slowly. It hadn't been the shoulder with the injury but who knew what movement could set it off.
"It'd be sad to see my favorite patient in bad condition." He mumbled softly as one part of his jacket hanged off of him and his hands carefully began to move to remove it off of his injured arm. "Forgive me if this stings or hurts at all. I'll need to get it off." Nuka did his best to move as quickly as possible without hurting the other. There might've been a slight brushing of the fabric against the wound judging by the hiss but he could only hope that was all he did. Once the article of clothing was fully off, he had set it aside to fully devote his attention to treating the hunter before him.
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[attr="class","rileytalk"]Scents of blood weighed thick in the TRS transportation van. Across the way, a medic with a sweated brow worked steadily on cleaning the blood of a heavily wounded, but still conscious hunter. Through the scents, silent consumed the van, leaving Riley stationed in the corner, observing the efforts with a neutral expression. After a nasty scuffle with a razor and a pair of troublemakers, their team toughed through, battered and bruised. Though, the colleague occupying a single bench bore the weight of the injuries in comparison to himself and another silent occupant.
The hidden holes of the mask allowed the Smiling Pariah a view, though, the green optics drifted occasionally. The medic's efforts were fixated on the single member of the party, leaving Riley unattended. A pain burned in his arm from the gash located narrowly below his shoulder. Every rattle of the accursed van summoned strings of the sensation across his arm and shoulder. After minutes of being unattended, Riley's jacket clung to his flesh from the caking of drying blood around the damaged sleeve, however, the wound was survivable.
A shing as the metal flap separating drivers from hunters echoed in Riley's ears. In moments, the elite hunter's eyes shifted towards the freshly opened panel.
"We're pulling up now, everybody get ready to get out. We will pull up to the medical ward entrance," a driver announced, his voice ringing through the back of the van.
An inaudible rumble growled from Riley's throat as the unktehi adjusted himself on the bench. Carefully, he rolled his uninjured shoulder, stretching it a tad. After the announcements, the medic's eyes locked on the pair of minimally wounded hunters.
"Let me leave first, I have a room ready for him," the medic insisted. "But if you two could grab the doors..."
Well stretching, Riley provided a nod of confirmation. The sounds of loud beeping outside the van echoed around them as the drivers backed up to the door. The rumbling of the van quieted, the pair of hunters hurrying to the threshold, unlocking them and opening the double doors. The van workers were unbuckled, soon grabbing the ramps and pulling them out. With that, the medic assisted their wounded comrade into the medical ward, others joining upon his arrival. With the worse of the injured inside, the drivers gestured for the pair of hunters to head inside.
Promptly, Riley abandoned the van, heading into the opened doors of the medical ward. Eyes drifted over the masked man, a few expressing a soft grimace. Quietly, one grabbed his elbow and pointed him in the direction of where he would be receiving medical attention. A silent nod was provided for an acknowledgement before Riley proceeded down the hallway. The pointed to door was pushed open, Riley discovering the familiar face of Nuka Nylund. The corners of the unktehi's lips pulled up, the man's countenance wearing a genuine smile.
In Lorsette's TRS branch, Riley received similar treatment as he expected from his peers. People were unnerved by him, practicing avoidance and hushed conversation in his presence. However, Nuka Nylund was a convention-breaking man. Somebody capable of exhibiting friendliness towards him and a willingness to converse with him. The angelic ward medic became a soothing presence for Riley. The amiable greetings were exchanged as Riley entered the room, letting the door close behind him. Playfulness touched Nuka's voice as he asked about what happened.
"Gotta nasty cut from a razor," he explained as he walked over. "So, the usual."
A quiet chuckle rumbled in the depths of Riley's throat to punctuate his words. The elite hunter remained standing, waiting for Nuka to express his wishes for the startings of mending the wound. The gentle touch to his blood-soaked jacket spoke volumes about the angel's instructions. The jacket would require shedding to finally reach the gash to his arm without hindrance in cleaning up the injury. Though, the manner Nuka mentioned stripping from his TRS jacket left Riley gently laughing again.
"I'll keep that in mind then," Riley said with a gleeful laugh to his voice.
Inside of Riley, emotions of giddy happiness infected his brain the longer he stayed in Nuka's presence. Whenever together, the medic always managed to summon a sense of blissful comfort and happiness to the battle-worn unktehi. Graceful and pleasant in social practice, Nuka allowed the tormented man a sense of easement whenever he was in his presence. The mentioning of the shoulder wound being moderate at most was vaguely stated.
"Yeah, I was careful this time. Though, I think Shawn took the brunt of it all. The field med had to focus on him the entire trip home," he shrugs. "I think he will be okay though. But compared to him, I was nothing for wounds."
Tidbits of their mission were provided with the words. How Shawn received the most injuries, meaning while his wound was relatively deep, was nothing compared to his. As he spoke, his right shoulder was freed from his jacket, leaving the injured left requiring liberation. The soft mumbling was noticed by Riley's sensitive ears, causing him to favour Nuka with an invisible smirk beneath his mask.
"Favourite? Does that mean I get more lollipops than the other patients?" The unktehi joked as Nuka prepared to further free him from the jacket.
The forewarn reached Riley's ears and was responded to with a nod of acknowledgement. The dirty blond accepted there would be pain with the removal of his jacket. Undoubtedly, the blood glue would pull at the opening of the wound, likely leading it to bleed again. However, the jacket accomplished its purpose, assuring the wound would temporarily stop bleeding or at least bleed less. The pull began easy, the jacket sliding off the top portion of his shoulder, though, as it approached the wound, it tugged flesh.
A hiss of pain gritted through Riley's teeth as fabric ripped away from the gash in his arm. Though, afterwards, it was the meagre, minor pains from blood being tugged from arm hair. The liberation of his arm revealed the condition of the wound. Time spent beneath the jacket created an ugly thing, surrounded by dried blood, coated with smaller fabric fibres and bleeding once again. Though riddled across it were several scrapped marks, suggesting a painful instance of sliding across it to avoid an attack, however, the order was questioned.
Dirt and tiny pebbles clung to the blood, leaving a filthy mess of an injury. Despite this, his wounded arm would still be considered one of Riley's less concerning wounds.
A knowing hum escaped his lips as his head nodded in acceptance of the unktehi's words. The usual consisted of generally any sort of moderate slice, cut, gash-- you name it. From his knowledge of the hunter he knew bits and pieces about his exact strength. It also helped to paint a picture of just how strong he was when he'd only consistently show up to the ward with very similar injuries. He's only seen the male with a more serious one once and he hadn't even been the one to treat him at that time.
"Of course, I'd figure your wounds wouldn't compare but I do hope Shawn will make it through. From what it sounds like he got pretty roughed up but not too bad to where we'll be on edge. He's a fighter so I'm sure he'll come out on top and back in peak shape." The angel drew silent as Riley had went on to explain how the situation unfolded. A few winces and head shakes came out of Nuka during the telling of this. He's heard bits and pieces about how chaotic the battlefield can become but with each story he learns all about... the more he realizes just how much is on the line. Hearing about the hard work of the hunters who went out on the field at a constant to protect them only further motivated Nuka to strive to be a better medic. Clearly they all gave it their all so it made Nuka wish to do the same. "Still... sounded like one hell of a thing to go through."
"If I wasn't working I would've offered you to go out for a nice unwind after such eventful work day." A nice bottle of alcohol shared between the two sounded wonderful but the reality of him having to stay within the ward later than his usual existed. As much as he'd love to go and play around he had a job that only he could fill.
A breathy chuckle falls from the angel as he held a cloth in his hand to clean the mess that was dried blood, dirt, and tiny pebbles. "You aren't wrong about that but you have to promise you won't tell anyone else." The wound wasn't the worse he's seen but it didn't necessarily mean it was pleasant to view. "If they found out I was giving you lollipops and not them? That would be all I hear about for the next week." His smile turns into a grin as he lightly began to clean around the wound. Small gentle dabs to each of the spots that needed taking cared of.
"Sorry Riley! I know it's uncomfortable." He gives a caring smile as his hand continued to clean up the wound enough to where he was satisfied. His hands set aside the first dirty cloth and picked up a freshly new, lukewarm cloth that he began to gently wipe at his wound with. "You should make sure to rest a little and get some food after I finish patching you up, alright? I don't think you need me going on about why it's important but I will do what is necessarily if you don't promise me you'll take care of yourself~" His eyes glanced between his face and his own hands. "I know you're quite the strong but cool man although I'm not gonna let that prevent you from resting as you should."
Another cloth has been discarded to the side as he retrieved a gauze to gently press against the wound in hopes of stopping the bleeding. As he began to do this, Nuka activated his healing ability. His attention momentarily slightly fixated onto the hand that had been pressing the gauze to the wound. "It should heal faster this way but I still want to put disinfectant on. Better to be safe than sorry..."
"Soooo you should tell me what you've been up to! I've missed seeing your face around these parts." It's not often that Riley came into the ward so these moments were the times they had to make up for. "What'd you do since I saw you last? Anything exciting?"
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[attr="class","rileytalk"]Patiently, Riley sat, fresh pain burning across the gashed, scraped up mess of his upper shoulder. The tugging from the caught fabric reopened the wound, minimal bleeding leaking from the reopened sectors. An ugly injury by all regards, alas, nothing near critical condition. Mayhaps infected, clear puss being caught amidst the blood from the scrape. Years of fighting walked him down the path of fine-tuned adjustments. Worse circumstances existed, situations where his beserker styled combat dragged him into the pits.
Lorsette was greeted with a variety of challenges, alas, Riley managed to skim by. The more ill-favoured of his injuries being a crashed fight between the Smiling Pariah and Assembly soldiers. Back against the wall, the unktehi had discovered himself forced to fend off until back up arrived. The berserker style he favoured summoned rakes of ugly knives, a few narrow slashes from a problematic cursed blade. The situation survived, but the fighter a mess of injuries with a hefty coppery scent weighted around his form and clinging to his clothes.
Quitting was labelled as undefined, the day opening the floodgates to realization. The connotations of his name known through the actions of his fierce determination. A stern refusal to perish exemplified the brutal, cunning edge of a man adjusted to fighting for his life. He pretty much started when he was born after all. The comments regarding his colleague maintained Riley's attention. The unktehi nodded, the softest hint of a confident smile stretching across his lips.
"He'll be fine, I'm sure he's tough enough," Riley assured, giving a bit of a dismissive wave. "I mean, the medic was watching him the whole trip back and they're just terrors. So they're probably using some magic on him right now."
The retelling of the battle scene earned the innate reactions from the medic. Few enjoyed the riveting details of combat unless cleansed of the grotesque violence and stomach-churning details. Their situation was nothing near a fairytale with the Assembly's efforts being a daily resurgence. Injuries were inevitable. Riley could imagine the aftermaths witnessed by the angel, however, more haunting was the thoughts of desensitization. It allowed for the unktehi to adjust to the brutal circumstances of Butcher Field... to the blood coating his hands.
"Ehh, I've been through worse," he commented with a shrug.
Imprisonment in Butcher Field... it allowed Riley to make hell a home. Not a thought entered the territory of self-pity as the unktehi maintained a relatively tall, semi-slouched posture. A nonrealistic offer tickled the dirty-blond unktehi's ears. He straightened slightly, green hues locking onto the angel. Across his lips crawled a charming smile as he regarded the ward medic. Thoughts twirled as plans formulated into Riley's head.
"Well, maybe when you're on your break we could talk for a bit? That would be enough for me," he responded. "We can always do that later."
A soft flinch infiltrated the hunter's expression as the lukewarm cloth was brought to his skin. The insignificant pebbles rolled to the floor while the cloth swept up dirt. Beads of water trickled down the length of his arm. A gentle chuckle rumbled from Riley's throat at the mention of lollipops.
"I won't. If I do you might refuse to give me more," he chuckled out.
Occasionally, the unktehi grimaced at the sensations of his wounds. Alas, the apology was greeted with an unconcerned wave. Unfortunately, the pain was apart of the healing process at times. He smiled at the words, lips curving into a broad grin.
"I will. That is doctor's orders," he chuckled.
The healing magic soon arrived over his wounds, the injury mending to a degree. He nodded at Nuka as he stayed stationed on the examination table. A question soon prompted a new topic into the conversation.
"Not too much, just work and sometimes a little bar hopping here and there," the unktehi responded casually. "What about you? Anything new?"
The urge to lean back was resisted as Riley allowed Nuka to tend to his wounds. The unjuries outweighed the requirements of comfort.
The smile given was so readily returned by the jolly angel. Not many could be in such a good mood like he was when dealing with treating an injury but Nuka like to think that it was the power of his company being able to boost his mood to these levels. He usually tried to maintain himself when dealing with patients, some disliked a joyous medic but with Riley- he knew he could get away with it just fine. Nuka had suspicion that he might've even preferred the lighthearted conversation with him so it was why he grew so comfortable with talking about whatever came to mind.
"Good good... I don't have to warn you further, you already know how it works." A gentle chuckle falls from him as his mind finally leaves their topic of lollipops behind. It would never not put a sheepish grin on his face but still, Riley going along with it made it all the more entertaining. The two had similar sense of humors which is probably why they clicked as well as they did. "Oh! Speaking of which! There's just something sooo funny about all of this I wanted to tell you, Riley." His hand continued to hold the gauze carefully to the wound as he continued with healing.
"You know- earlier... a while before you returned! I had been feeling pain in my arm as well. Cut no more to like half- an hour later. Here you are! With an arm injury, isn't that so funny?" He snickers. "Dare I say we might even be... pain twins? Is that a thing? Maybe not but we can say it is a thing so I look a lot less dumb, haha." Nuka rambled on while he thought more about it. He had to take a Tylenol for the pain- it definitely helped but still, every so often the pain would spike back. It wasn't as bad as it initially came and he couldn't recall doing or bumping into anything that caused it.
"Ooooh? Does Riley want to spend more time chatting me up, huuh?" He did start the conversation about hanging out first but he hadn't expected Riley to bite so quickly. It made a tiny part of him beam in further happiness; glad to be validated that Riley wanted more time just as Nuka did. Talking about stuff within the ward was cool and all- but hanging out outside of it would be even better. "Though... I definitely can make time for that." They could be free from the smell of medical products and the insistent ambience of the ward. Some more privacy too! "Mmm... do I have your phone number? Just making sure." He hadn't recalled if he got it in their last interaction or not since sometime had passed since then.
Nuka shrugs gently, being careful not to move too much. Hand was on his wound and all. "Just a little more and I think I'll be good to pull back and wrap it up properly." He informs him as he settles down back into a much more calm state. Talking a lot increased his energy by a tenfold. "Wow... bar hopping? without an invitation for me? I'm so hurt." He jokes with a grin, "but all joking aside, glad to hear you're doing well. It's... sort of the same for me? Minus the drinking bit but gods, I could really go for a nice evening at a bar."
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[attr="class","rileytalk"]Easement arrived with the mending efforts of Nuka Nylund. The ward medic’s pleasant behaviours allowed Riley to warrant a few moments to calm beneath his observant eyes. Years of being pushed around because of his intimidating attitude had ceased with the existence of the younger angel. It assisted exponentially in motivating Riley in letting loose and escaping his regularly lone wolf ways. The atmosphere of the medical ward when Nuka treated him procured a light to it. Despite aching wounds and steady, somewhat uncomfortable treatment, the angel brightened the place and actions up.
Tension was non-existent, instead being replaced with flourishing conversation and the occasional flinch of pain as Nuka inspected and worked away at his tending. From the unktehi's throat rose a gentle chuckle as the smile on his face broadened a tad. Cheer overcame him as his playful banter with the angelic ward medic proceeded. The teasing threats of revoked lollipop rights were an amusing concept in Riley's brain. However, If Nuka truly handed him sweet treats, the unktehi would not tell a soul; rather, it would become their special secret.
"I know better than to, Dr. Nuka," he smirked as he spoke. "Plus, if I'm too bad, you might stop healing me entirely."
The words were punctuated with a gentle laugh, denoting it as jokish tone. Gradually, the topic escaped the notion of lollipops and the privileges around them. The shift of topic prompted Riley’s attention to return to Nuka, his eyes locked onto the darker-haired man. A grin remained across his face as he awaited Nuka's funny story. The unktehi leaned back slightly, preparing to listen to the angel's words. His smile played across his face as the ward medic began his story, though everything shifted abruptly.
His body stiffened and his face dropped as surprise infiltrated his expression. The centuries of Riley's life made him privy to various magic available in their world. One of those concepts being the ever-dreamed about soulmates heard about on long nights drinking or in moments of escapism. He listened to anyone, and he remembered the long ramblings from hopeless romantics. As Nuka concluded, Riley's eyes locked onto the brunette, confusing dulling his emerald hues. The timing mentioned by Nuka proved further that there was a chance that rather than pain twins there was a special, magical bond between them.
"W-wait a second," the unktehi started, lifting a hand, "You felt pain... at the same time as me? Nuka, you have to tell me, do you feel this?"
Without a second thought to the healing status of his injury, Riley's hand reached up to painfully squeezing the injured arm. The sensation wrung through him, the unktehi instinctively flinching at the pulsating pain. The wound throbbed from the abrupt probing, however, Riley knew it was a better choice for testing the underlying suspicion. Nonetheless, even with the beliefs of magical connection, the unktehi maintained the conversation. Additional chatting to phone number possession was greeted with a small nod.
"Yeah, I gave it to you before since we were considering hanging out," the unktehi explained. "Then why not come with me? We could go bar hopping at some point or even do something else. Either way, it would be a nice night."
Should the suspicions swirling in Riley's head turn out truthful, there would be little harm in spending time with Nuka. His intention after the endless transferring was to remain in Lorsette. Despite the city being the birthing grounds of abuse and family upset, it further represented familiarity and the location he left Anastasia. Additionally, the family connections evident within the area still held crucial weight in the unktehi's mind, making leaving an impossible concept.
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