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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
❥ "I need some time with your sister, can you just," her mother breathed out with tension and exasperation as she reached into her pocket to withdraw another twenty dollar bill. This was the third time since their trip here that she had done that...and Osheen hated to admit it but she was noticing a trend.
"It's fine! I still have loads of money left from all the other times, haha..." She forced a laugh and waved her off as she grabbed her bag and opened the hotel door. "There's lots of things I wanted to do so I'll probably be back late! Call me if you need me," she told her mother who watched her leave with no hesitation.
When the door closed Osheen's features completely fell and she felt a burning in her eyes. Her mother had taken her on the trip because she was forced to...there wasn't an ounce of want in her body to actually have her there. In fact she'd done nothing but try to get her to leave her alone...
Loresette wasn't a safe city either and so sending her out like this was dangerous, but clearly she didn't care about that. Maybe she even wanted something bad to happen to her. "No...don't say that Osheen," she whispered to herself and tried to be positive. "Looks like it's just me and you Forix," she told her invisible fox friend with a smile, but she wasn't really in the mood to ease her loneliness by playing pretend.
Osheen didn't much know where she was going but did actually pull out the card she had received from another gentleman she met. He had said to call for anything but that was silly...strangers didn't do that kind of thing. No, she suspected he was just being nice and she'd treasure the little card.
"He was pretty cool with those moths, even though they were scary," she pouted, but spoke with her voice low and always made sure no one was listening in. Osheen paused however, when her lilac eyes caught sight of someone...someone she'd seen before. Well, she couldn't exactly see them because their wings were blocking their face, but after a bit of following, she soon realized it was someone she had seen before.
"He's so...so...pretty," she whispered mostly to herself as she leaned against a pole and watched him from afar. She wasn't close enough to hear what he was saying or really get too much detail on him. But it was so obvious that she had a crush on him...a purely shallow crush she knew but they were strangers so it wouldn't hurt anyone.
In the end, she had time, and so she decided to spend it actually following him, always keeping her distance, but journeying down the same path as him nonetheless. Well, that was the plan, but eventually as she rounded one of the alleyways he had gone down...he was no where to be found.
Disappointment crept into her little face as she delicately glanced around, but the distance from where she was to the next round corner was too great. M-Maybe he had super speed and just...randomly used his power or he could have flown. Osheen instantly cranked her neck upwards peering into the sky, but there was nothing there either. A sigh left her instantly but she supposed it was for the best...stalking strangers wasn't exactly the brightest idea.
[attr="class","baizetag"]outfit:herementions: @sven tags: @bell notes: Hopefully this works for you! Let me know if there any issues. -huggles-
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Something was off, he could feel it in his wishbone. [break][break] Before this feeling had come over him, the familiar was on his way to the park with plans to snag a bite to eat from Mrs. Porle. She was a precious elderly woman who would take time out of her day to offer food to the birds who called the Crow Feather Park their home. Most of the time she would offer bread crumbs, handfuls of seeds, and appetizing nuts. On rare occasions she would even spoil the park patrons by surprising them with small pieces of fruit and the fan-favorite: live mealworms! As a rooster that enjoyed these savory treats, Bell made it a point to try to be there before Mrs. Porle arrived to ensure he’d get his share. He would show up under the guise of an actual rooster while partaking in such a delicious event. There truly would be nothing more embarrassing than having that poor old woman find out she was feeding a grown man seeds from a park bench. [break][break] These fun afternoon plans were halted, however, when an uneasy feeling crept over Bell. It was like a dark mist, one that surrounded him in its suffocating grip and left his mind wandering around in a realm of uncertainty. Being at the bottom of the food chain, one learned to trust their gut. Whenever he felt that something was off in his environment, nine times out of ten it was justified. Bell had known this lesson from the beginning, for it was ingrained in his genes. [break][break] Always be ready for a scrap. [break][break] Always be on alert. [break][break] Always listen to your gut. [break][break] The familiar slipped into an alley to test this theory, and sure enough, he could hear someone walking behind him, though they were still at a distance it seemed. He quickened his pace. When the man came to a small split, he tucked his wings in behind him as best as he could and slipped into one of the smaller alleyways that was connected to the one he was in. Crouching down, he waited in the shadows for this stranger to pass by. This person wasn't what he was expecting. She was a small hen, looking almost like a teen - She was certainly dressed like one. Regardless, her intentions could be less than benevolent. [break][break] With Adrenaline pumping into veins and muscles taut under his fare-skin, Bell would hastily slip out of his hiding place. Just the thought of someone trying to tail him encouraged his spurs to jut out from his wrists. Golden eyes shot down an intense glare as he neared the culprit. The deep red wings on his back fanned out its usual threat display, feathers splaying as it did so. Despite this assailant’s meek appearance, the rooster would refuse to retire his spurs. Bell knew that this could very well be a set up. A scrappy cockerel like him wasn’t going to let his guard down, even if he was in the presence of what appeared to be an adorable teenager. [break][break] A guttural growl accompanied his words and bitter tone as he asked, “Why the fuck are you following me?”
❥ It was crazy, absolutely insane. She physically felt the movement of the wind behind her, and then came the shadow, large wings spreading, towering and completely encompassing her shadow. Everything felt like it was in slow motion then, the sound of her breath escaping her as she whirled around eyes wide and heart nearly exploding. Her balanced was completely thrown when she hit the concrete ground below her knocking the wind out of her. But even then she couldn't breath because he was spectacular and terrifying all at the same time.
Caught, was exactly what she was and the moment he asked her aggressively what the f**k she was doing following him the tears came. "I...I," she hyper ventilated as she tried to speak, but she was scared out of her wits. Even though he was the most attractive man she'd ever laid eyes on, she couldn't quite pull herself from the situation she found herself in.
"I...I wasn't!" She suddenly formed the words, even though she was as guilty as can be. It was stupid to lie to a magical creature because he probably had twenty powers to figure that out. But it was what escaped her and she instantly covered her face in sheer humiliation. Her heart was pounding so fast that it hurt, but she had managed to stop herself from fully crying. Only glossy tears met the other male's as she remained there on the ground.
"I mean...I was but...I don't know why. I'm sorry," she whispered and chose wisely to stare at his feet instead. What a stupid decision, she really really regretted it, like ten fold.
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This had to be a trap - a set up, something devilishly crafted by a wicked heart. Someone was out to get him, or so he thought. Bell had never experienced anything like this during his time in Lorsette. However, he knew this city was anything but a carefree playground. Crime ran rampant. It seemed that almost every night someone was hurt or killed. AP was scrounging around like foxes in a chicken coop, greedily taking whatever lives they could and left nothing but civil unrest in their wake. Bell had every reason to be on edge. After all, he was just another prey animal living in a predator’s world. [break][break] Despite this grim outlook, the familiar’s stomach twisted into knots when the smaller female whipped around to face him. It was then that his stance on the subject at hand had wavered as his golden eyes met her own. Fear. She wore it clearly. Upon watching her fall, it took everything he had to restrain himself from reaching down and helping her. In the end, he would choose to remain standing, unmoving, with wings still flexed in their terrifying threat display. He could not afford to let his guard down around her. It did not matter how pathetic she appeared to be. Bell set his jaw. [break][break] The little woman must have cried because she got caught. She even tried to deny the act of following him. Bell’s eyes narrowed. “Bullshit.” He replied bluntly. The waterworks could easily be a distraction while someone snuck up behind him. Folding his wings in, Bell took a quick glance over his shoulder. There was no one else around. Odd. If anyone was going to attack him, surely now would have been the perfect opportunity. By the time Bell looked back down at her the poor girl was covering her face. Something wasn’t right here... [break][break] Bell’s features relaxed ever so slightly. His glare wasn’t nearly as intense as it had been before, though his voice still held its cruel tone. “I don’t believe you, little hen. You had to have a reason to follow me back here.” He took a moment to glance over his shoulder again, still nothing. With a sigh, Bell allowed his spurs to sink back into his wrist before he folded his arms in front of his chest. If she decided to attack him, he was sure he could take her down without question. Still, the familiar eager to know why she was even there to begin with. The silly female continued to deny the whole thing, now she was looking at the ground. “I suggest you cut the shit and tell me.” [break][break] Out of everything his mind ran though, Bell did not once fathom the idea that she was a possible admirer.
❥ "Bullshit," he was so quick with his words, but Osheen was beginning to see the way he kept looking over his shoulder. In fact, she recognized it as kind of a skittish prey reaction. Of course, she had no idea at all she was even dealing with a rooster. No, everything else about him screamed predator. She was scared, humiliated and mortified when he continued to demand an answer.
There was no way on heaven, earth or hell that she'd tell him the truth. But denying him wasn't really an option either because she didn't know him and he could easily hurt her. The thought was upsetting but it was the reality of the situation...they were strangers and—
"L-Little Hen?" She repeated looking confused, but held her breath when she realized she had said that out loud. "Okay!" She announced but even just thinking about telling him the truth caused her face to burn red.
Perhaps a plan was in order... slowly she reached over to her bag, but was careful in her movements to show him that she meant no threat. She found what she was looking for a notepad. She'd tell him, and while he was distracted she'd make a run for it. And then she planned to never leave her mother's hotel room ever again! She'd, she'd hide in the bathroom if she had to!
Slowly she began to write, occasionally glancing up before inwardly squealing and lowering her eyes once more. Finally the message was finished, but before giving it to him she slowly rose to her feet. Okay, she was ready. Her chest was heaving a little as she narrowed her gaze with determination, bit her lower lip hard and held the notebook out to him.
The moment he had it, she didn't even hesitate, Osheen twisted on her heels and ran for her life, as far away and fast as she could and she would not stop until her legs gave out!
[attr="class","baizetag"]outfit:heretags: @bell notes: RIP times 10 Osheen, ALSO SHE STUPIDLY SIGNED HER NAME BUT TRIED TO CROSS IT OUT WITH THE BLUE PEN SHE WAS USING.
I hope this reply is alright! I figured he'd go after her cuz he done fucked up™ .
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Bell would try his damnedest to hold steady throughout the tears and apprehensive countenance this little woman had presented. He did not falter in his stance, nor in his deadpan expression. However, inside the rooster’s mind was a muddled mess of what ifs. The longer he was around this poor woman the more Bell’s confident thoughts were starting to erode. This situation was just outright perplexing to him. His mind told him one thing, but instinct told him another. [break][break] Little Hen. She seemed baffled by his choice of words; the woman said them aloud, and then shied back once she did so. Bell honestly wouldn’t expect a non-chicken entity to understand his terminology but, at the same time, he was far too stubborn to change his own vocabulary. [break][break] Bell’s body grew tense as the mysterious woman reached into her bag. Thankfully, she was slow and careful with her movements, enough to keep Bell’s foul-mouthed phrases and deadly spurs at bay. What is she doing? Bell was ready, if she decided to pull out a knife, it would only take a second for him to descend on her. With a reddened face she went through her bag, only to pull out something that Bell wasn't expecting. The familiar watched in confusion as she retrieved a notebook and pin. Strange. Relaxing a bit, he silently watched as she began to write. Every so often, she glanced up at him, her lovely lilac eyes would widen, and then she’d look back down again. [break][break] The petite woman then stood, the look on her face made Bell's fluffy eyebrows raise in unison. She looked embarrassed to hell and back, but Bell wouldn’t pay any mind to what he originally perceived as a faked persona - but now he wasn't so sure. “Hmm?” Reaching out, he gently took the notebook from her. With a perplexed expression he began to read the words written on the page. A lovely handwritten note would quickly change Bell's outlook. It was enough to make his wings quiver while he inwardly cringed. Color quickly drained from his face as his eyes passed over the sentences in front of them. Pretty soon he was grasping the notebook with two hands, looking at the words intently as his mind read them back to him. He was so enamored with this letter that he had yet to take note of the woman actually fleeing. [break][break] So much for not letting his guard down. [break][break] This Osheen person liked him a lot it seemed, enough to stalk him down a dark alley. Bell was equal parts flattered and utterly embarrassed by this. Was he even reading her name right? She signed it, though it was clear that she attempted to scribble her name out with no luck. “Great…” All of his previous vices melted away like ice in the middle of the scorching summer heat. “I’m a fuckin' idiot.” A feeling of dreaded guilt soon washed over him like a strong tide as his wings drooped enough to have the tips of his flight feathers touch the cool concrete. Here he was, with a lovely hen in his presence, and what does he do? He scared her and accused her of trying to cause him harm. She liked him, and he tried to chase her away. This was all sad, pathetic even. Her behavior seemed to make more sense now that there was a bit of context to it. Still, she was a strange one. Bell would exhale a drawn out sigh. “Damn it…” He was a sorry excuse for a rooster. [break][break] With the notebook still in hand, he would take to the sky. Powerful wingbeats carried him upward from the dark alley and onto the rooftop, where his enhanced sight went to work. Standing on the building’s ledge, he scoured the area for any sign of her, even bringing the notebook up to shield his face from the sun. There was no telling how far she’d gone. For all he knew she was a supernatural creature like him, and could easily be a few blocks away by now. He still did not want to give up. Finding her would be well worth the effort, he was sure of it. The poor little hen said in her note that she didn’t think she could face him. Unfortunately for her, Bell wasn’t the type to let things settle. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't angry - that he didn't hate her, and it was all a misunderstanding. If anything, he’d make the sorry excuse of giving her notebook back to her. But, first things first, he needed to find her.
❥ Osheen hadn't made it too far, but that was just because she was human. However, she had made it impressively far all things considered. But not without consequence. For the most part she managed to avoid other people, but rounding a sharp corner proved fatal. Her face went straight into the chest of another and once again she flopped down on her butt.
"Ouch," she whispered because twice in a row in such a short period of time did not help her rump. But to her horror, she was not the only one who fell down. Immediately, the cry of a male followed by a female entered her ears, and lilac eyes became wide as the sight before her unfolded.
There was a male who looked younger than he was, he had very pale skin and gray hair and he was actually bleeding from the fall due to his species being very fragile, but Osheen had no idea he was a Jorogumos. Then there was a female, she had green hair with blue highlights and a mask over her mouth to protect her from the cities pollution, since she was a merfolk, but furthermore the two were solemates and the woman was not happy.
"How dare you!" She yelled, blue eyes almost gleaming with the beauty of the ocean. "Kitara, it's fine," the bleeding male tried to tell her, his voice raspy from the fall. But she was acting on instinct, and revenge was her goal.
"I'm so sorry I...," she began, but grew stiff when the female raised her hand, drawing water from around them to form a bubble inches from her face. It was really pretty, but also deadly, especially when the girl commanded the bubble of water forward and completely encased her face.
A soft sound escaped her as she held her breath and realized what was happening. It wasn't in the least bit nice considering she had collected street water. But what was more pressing then that was the fact that she couldn't breath. She closed her eyes and reached up naturally trying to shove the water away, but it just kept flowing back like a magnet.
She wanted to tell them that she was sorry, but she couldn't do anything or even hear anything for that matter.
"Kitara," the grey haired male complained lightly as she helped him to his feet and started to pat him down. "Don't worry, I won't kill her. I'm just going to let her choke for a bit." She concluded with a shrug.
[attr="class","baizetag"]outfit:heretags: @bell notes: UH-OHHHHH.I randomized their species and made a story for them. I WOULD HAVE ADDED PICTURES....IF I COULD LOOK THEM UP ARGH. xD
Sorry for the late reply! I hope this post is alright! I figured he'd be hella mad.
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“Where the hell did she go?” [break][break] While standing atop his perch, Bell looked more akin to a hawk searching for its prey than a rooster looking for his hen. His gaze was intense as he scanned the area - his stance unmoving with his wings fanned out beside him. Bell appeared scary enough to keep the rooftop pigeons at bay as they flew overhead. [break][break] With no luck finding his target, Bell snarled to himself. She must have really booked it to get as far as she had. Thinking about that would only make him feel more guilty. Though, there was no way he was giving up - not yet. If he wanted to find her, he would have no other choice but to take to the skies again. Pushing off the building’s ledge, his wings splayed open to their full length, and he was off. A cool Autumn breeze whipped through his red feathers as he soared over the trees and telephone polls. He would continue his search, climbing higher, and higher, he would get a far better vantage point than he had on the roof. [break][break] At first glance there wasn’t much to note at ground level, at least not until he actually spotted her clothes - it was her rose bag that caught his eye. She wasn't alone. Osheen was in the company of a white-haired man, and a green-haired woman with a mask. With a triumphant coo, he would fly down toward them. Bell could not hear their exchange, but what he saw next would make his stomach turn. [break][break] Did she just... [break][break] As soon as his boots hit the pavement he slid to a stop next to the trio. “W-What the fuck are you doing!?” Grabbing at the water with his hands, he tried his damnedest to pull it away from Osheen’s face. It did not matter how many times he clawed at the bubble like a madman, the deadly mass merely moved back into place. Bell gritted his teeth. With a fiery hot temper moving in to fill his vines with adrenaline once more, he snapped around to face his fellow supernatural. These two strangers were about to feel the brunt of a feral-man’s anger. He didn't have the time to pick apart their brain to figure out what had happened here. Instead, he’d act on ignorance and instinct. All Bell knew was his hen was in trouble, and the woman before him was the cause of her suffering. So, in a typical rooster-like fashion, he fluffed up the feathers on his crimson wings and manifested his spurs before yelling, “Knock it off! You’re going to fuckin’ kill her!” If he had to tango with this woman and her bleeding partner then so be it.
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