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.
A smile fancied the face of Sergeant Kaitlynn Harris as she quietly strolled through the training center and towards the gymnasium. She had a significant duty to attend to, which was to train an apprentice that had been graciously given to her. It was always viewed as an honor to teach some young one how to fight or teach an old dog some new tricks. Naturally, that would have to wait until the angel learned a few things about her newest apprentice and was able to give them an evaluation of skill level. It was always the best way to determine a proper manner of teaching an individual new to the world of hunting. Thus, the young woman walked with her TRS jacket hanging over her shoulder, front open to reveal the white shirt she commonly used when she exercised.
Instead of the regular TRS uniform pants, she wore a pair of loose fitting black sweats. She had the usual boots that came with the uniform, finding them comfy for these sorts of situations. Unlike a majority of days, Kaitlynn's face lacked the modifications made with meticulous makeup keeping; sweat only made the effort useless after all. Tucked beneath her left arm was a small, beige folder that contained some information about her newest apprentice which she unfortunately had not gotten around to reading the provided information. As it currently stood, she only was aware that the student's name was James Morrison, which was something that was always provided. Names were necessary to keep things running smoothly after all. Meanwhile a black bag dangled from her right hand, gently swaying with the angel's log strides. Inside was her metal gauntlets, specially designed and carefully wrapped in various pieces of fabric to make certain they remained safe.
Once she reached the gymnasium, the sergeant shouldered the door open, her purple eyes scanning the area. The survey brought a satisfied smile onto Kaitlynn's lips; there were a mentoring and apprentice duo doing some menial self-defense training. Based upon the current appearance of both people, they were nearing the end of their training session. With that, the sergeant quietly slipped through the double doors and made her way towards a small bench far from the practicing pair. She settled herself on the bench, finding the hard metal surface a little uncomfortable. A few seconds were spent shifting until the sergeant found herself feeling a little more comfortable; or at least as comfortable as possible on the bench. The bag was carefully placed on the floor beside her while the beige folder got stationed on her lap.
Her hand gently took the front page, opening the folder to reveal the stark white papers hidden inside. Before the sergeant instigated reading the basic information given to her, she grabbed her phone and checked the time. As planned, the angel had arrived early in order to quickly read the small and simple tidbits provided to her. It was nothing significant, mostly basics about the apprentice and anything the databases could dig up that could be seen as a behavioral based concern; they had to keep mentors safe after all. The phone was shortly shoved back into the pocket of her TRS jacket as Kaitlynn hunched over the folder and began silently reading through the information while she awaited the arrival of her apprentice for the simple orientation and basic training.
With calm determination James Morrison took strides towards his current objective, head locked forward and arms kept briskly in pace with his march. His objective on this day was the gymnasium held within the training center, a memo detailing his task in short and sweet words.
You have been assigned a mentor for your time as an apprentice. Make your way to the training center to meet with your assigned instructor.
And attached were the basic details of the woman he'd be working with. Kaitlynn Harris, Sergeant of the second division. His division. He had carefully flipped through the information several times in his preparations but there was one point that always seemed to hold his eye, eliciting old memories each time. Species: Angel.
He supposed it was to be expected that he join the TRS only to be slumped together with a non-human. Humans like himself usually stuck to the more manageable jobs like the Medic Ward or Scouting. He wondered if he was the only fool stupid enough to toss himself in as a Hunter. He shook his head then, hands pushing open the doors to the gymnasium with little effort.
Inside the man was met by odd looks courtesy of the pair finishing up their training. While they, along with the woman he noticed out of the corner of his vision, seemed to dress lightly and comfortably Morrison had taken a different approach. The man donned his uniform in its entirety, the harness on his chest holding some ammo pouches as well as the knife strapped to his upper left breast, the belts around his waist holding a water canteen behind him along with larger pouches for ammunitions.
A knee-pad around his left knee, his pants tucked away into his boots and, perhaps most prominently, the rifle on its sling resting behind his right arm, accompanied by the pistol in its holster at his left hip. His eye-patch rested snug on his head as per the norm, and anyone with a particularly sensitive nose could make out he smelled of ash and burnt grass.
The man saluted the superior placed in charge of the other apprentice before continuing on, falling into a salute in front of the seated woman. "Hunter Apprentice James Morrison of the Second Division falling in for requested training meet, Ma'am!" He'd bark out, holding the salute even after he was finished speaking.
Though he stood firm and well-composed he sat in turmoil. Here he was about to be faced with an Angel and her training, a being with which he had no previous contact. She might well break him in half if she was too careless, regardless of his boost suit. But he was a soldier, and giving off an aura of fearlessness and perfect preparation had always been part of his job. He was, loathe as he was to admit, very cautious of this woman before him.
Hunched over the notebook, Kaitlynn began reading the basics about her apprentice with her focus on planning some possible training routes. The various bullet points gave her insight to the bare bone basics, one of the points causing her eyes to widen. The sergeant found herself reading over the bullet several times over to make certain her eyes were not deceiving her. Her apprentice was human and a magic-less, which was a rarity in the Terror Response Syndicate from what she knew. Humans, especially ones lacking magic, commonly stuck to less dangerous jobs like medical, scouting or the various other miscellaneous jobs within the TRS. Magic lacking humans usually struggled in fights against terrors due to the fact they did not have abilities or special qualities to protect them. A glimmer of admiration shone in Kaitlynn's eyes, this man was definitely the brave sort.
For a few moments, the angel leaned back and pondered a plan of how to kick of training. Powers would be off the table for this first session, or at least the first few hours since Kaitlynn did not want to instantly break the poor fellow. Her gaze flitted back towards the file as she wondered why a human would desire hunter training. She was in position to oppose or refuse, and she would not if she did have the possibility, however, did this man know what he was getting into? Did he perhaps plan to start training now and later get bitten by a vampire or scratched by a lycanthrope? That would be a sensible presumption in her mind. After some time, the door opened and Kaitlynn glanced over, a surprised look soon marking her expression as she gazed upon a man who looked prepared for war.
Only a few seconds later did the angel glance over at the provided picture of her apprentice before her eyes flitted back towards the newcomer in disbelief. That was her apprentice, fully prepared for an entire beating instead of some casual training in the gym. Had he not received the memo about this merely being an orientation session like a majority of first sessions? The sergeant glanced back towards the folder and quickly looked over a few more points; she was not concerned that she had not finished reading, but rather she was wondering why James was adorned with so much weaponry. When he stationed himself in front of her, giving a professional introduction, Kaitlynn's gaze returned to her new apprentice. The firm stance, large amounts of weaponry, he seemed like the soldier type. The angel gently closed the file before setting it down beside her, rising once it was safely stationed on the bench.
"I can see that," Kaitlynn responded, looking over her apprentice. "Um, you realize that when I meant casual training that I meant basic orientation? What do you expect, for me to suddenly pick you up and throw you into a wall? You look like you're here to fight a war."
A sigh escaped the brunette's mouth, she had a suspicion that this training session alongside the future ones were going to be interesting. Silently, the angel was hoping that she could loosen up the serious attitude her apprentice seemed to have all based on an initial meeting. For a few more moments her purple eyes looked over the various weapons that covered the man's body, the amount he had obtained was somewhat impressive.
"Anyways, tell me about what you can do. I'm guessing by all the guns that you are a sharpshooter or something like that." Kaitlynn guessed well she slowly walked around her apprentice.
Perhaps quick orientation could be skipped considering the volume of weaponry the man held, not mention based on analysis he appeared to be a fighter. However, due to his species, Kaitlynn was skeptical about dropping him into deep water without at least getting an idea of his basic skill level. Training somebody who lacked powers was going to require care, especially consider the sergeant would be required to build on the skills she could teach alongside the ones the man possessed already.
Morrison's stance did not falter, holding his salute and expression dutifully. He listened to the woman speak, almost grumbling at the words. Almost. Any combat situation, real or not, should be approached as if it were your last. The old soldier lived by these words and they had served him well in the past. Granted of course back then he'd been faced with the human element and not someone who could break him in half if he wasn't careful, extra armor or no.
He waited until she was done talking in her entirety and then a moment more in case she wanted to add to it before he replied, dropping his hand from its salute to rest at his side. "Ma'am, as you've no doubt been informed I am a simple human. Being in the care of other races in a combat situation is always hazardous, real or not, and as such I've come fully prepared to experience the brunt of things" He spoke with a professional tone of voice, never really looking the angel in the eye and instead staring straight ahead as he'd been trained to in the past. After a moment's pause he continued.
"With all due respect, we are at war. Ma'am" He finished with the same professional tone, words barked out promptly and briefly with no nonsense in between. His one eye flickered to the angel's face for a moment to spy at her expression, steely blue looking into bright purple before returning to stare ahead.
"I've been trained in the use of just about all firearms but find the most comfort in handguns and rifles. Against humanoid shaped enemies I am also trained in close quarter combat techniques should I be stripped of my ability to make use of my firearms, be it with a knife or my bare hands" He'd bark out as soon as the question was made, systematically listing his skills.
"I wear an exosuit to aid me in combat against beings stronger than myself, but as you may probably imagine I am still nowhere near the same level of raw power and survivability."
With crossed arms, Kaitlynn silently listened to the apprentice has he gave an explanation towards the immense artillery and protection he wore for a meager introduction session. Naturally, the wariness could be comprehended, but the man dressed as though the battlefield was right around the corner. A mere human could easily obtain injuries, however, the sergeant was not planning to introduce him to the abilities section of fighting; although, that may change considering how overly prepared he appeared. The professional voice was clear, possessing an impressive edge considering a portion of apprentices would get anxious around superiors. During the entirety of it, the angel stood tall, maintaining an air of confidence and authority in her hard gaze towards James. Another gently sigh graced her lips as she shrugged off her TRS coat before knelling down wordless to grab the gauntlets.
"I see, then perhaps you would prefer an advanced session? I was merely going to give some basic sparing alongside information about how best to handle terrors, but you seem keen on going all out with equipment," Kaitlynn said. "Considering we are at war I suppose that means I have permission to go all out? I usually give apprentices a little more mercy, but since you are so prepared I might as well finish my own preparations."
Carefully, the gauntlets were unwrapped, freeing them from the white fabric. Without a proper answer, the angel began securing them to her hands, noises ringing as the various mechanisms were fitted around her hands. She continued to complete her preparations, the gauntlets secured to her hands and ready for combat. Afterwards, her gaze returned to her apprentice as she nodded her head in acknowledgement. A few moments of thought were taken, the sergeant prepping a warm-up in her head to give to her apprentice. Her arms were crossed again, the cold metal gauntlets resting on bare skin, but she did not appear bothered.
"C'mon soldier boy, we are starting with some target practice, I want to see your sharpshooting at work," Kaitlynn began. "Afterwards, we can either move onto the basics, or I can pound you into the dust, really, it is up to you."
A lip-tight smile touched the angel's lips as she turned away from her apprentice to fetch the equipment required for the training session while her thoughts lingered on possible training methods while her walk remained purposefully slow. Should her apprentice desire to go headlong into intense sparring, Kaitlynn would joyfully have at it; she always enjoyed roughhousing after all. It was her primary purpose for assembling the gauntlets around her hands prior to true combat. There was also the enjoyable possibility of randomly throwing something difficult at her apprentice since this session appeared to be a possible no mercy mode.
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