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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The Staff
season
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.
Due to an influx of meetings with different places to procure medical supplies, Nova has as of lately been spread thin. Not only was he gaining much needed medications and equipment, he was also still dealing with paperwork, reports, and of course everyone below him as well, who occasionally asked for guidance amongst other things. Today was another one of those meetings, and while he had been quite successful in gaining a rather large amount of supplies, it left him exhausted.
Alongside the great accomplishment, were a few setbacks as well. A pen had exploded in the middle of signing an official document - and at one point the computer of the receptionist of the company he had met with blue-screened until it was able to be reset. Thankfully, no files had been lost or corrupted. Everything else had gone smoothly, thankfully. Nova had overseen the transfer of the precious medical supplies himself, and made sure they were placed in the correct areas, only just now settling into a chair at his desk to look at the different reports and files that he needed to look over.
There were a few injury cases, a hunter being stubborn and wanting to be released before his torn muscle was fully healed ... one side of Nova’s lips tugged up in a weary smile. He had been there once, wanting to make all the difference he could, but not necessarily thinking it all the way through. Even now, deep down, Nova could admit and recognize the reckless side of himself that was prone to danger. The automatic response to protect someone you had a chance of saving - it was almost as if your body moved of it’s own accord without your will at all.
Sorting through most of the smaller stuff first, and filing it away as needed - Nova pushed on despite feeling the edges of his awareness start to waver and his vision start to shift. Shuffling through to the next page of what looked like a lengthier report - Nova’s head rested propped on one hand, though slowly he started to drift off. It was unlikely that the last section of what he read would truly stick in his mind, as he eventually succumbed to a lighter sleep, though from a distance, it may not appear that way to someone who didn’t know his body language well.
an iced cold fortress is where you reside maybe you're made of ice too
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] The ice dragon gracefully walked throughout the hallway of the medic ward, his destination? One place in particular where he'd be able to find a certain pink-haired medic who was quite notorious for overworking himself. It had became a daily check up amidst his usual work schedule. Most thought to not disturb the male out of respect but Michigane argued that if they didn't... it would only encourage and further ruin the other's poor sleeping schedule. He couldn't deny how much his work was needed and appreciated but if they expected him to do at the cost of his livelihood? They would hear it from the ice dragon personally.[break] [break] The head medic was not one to pay no mind to which is why Michigane had no qualms about marching right into his office. There was also the fact that the two were involved in a newly devoted relationship but that wasn't as important as the male who had been doing as he expected; falling asleep at his desk. Michigane sighs softly as he steathily moved himself to move up besides him. His lips press a soft kiss to the top of his head as his hand rested on his shoulders. Once his lips were away he softly murmurs his name. "Nova..."[break][break]
"What'd I tell you about overworking yourself?" His voice was stern, the pitch and tone definitely being enough to momentarily awake him for a few seconds. "Do I really need to go through with that plan of locking your paperwork into a desk you can't access?" A hum resonated throughout him as the hand that once rested on his shoulder began to softly run his fingers through the hair he had up in a ponytail.
It wouldn’t be a restful sleep in this position or situation, as it so rarely was. He just couldn’t help it, prone to placing his work above his health more often than he really should. The cursed angel often felt that putting every ounce of himself into his work was the least he could do, what with so many people depending on him. Gentle touches and a familiar voice rouse him just barely, eyes fluttering open. Nova stretches his limbs out as he tries to wake himself further, the tiredness of his body protesting against the movement. A soft lilt beheld the tones of the angel’s voice as he responded, marking at his tiredness.
”That I shouldn’t..?” Nova knew he meant well, but some part of himself couldn’t stop from giving over all of himself to do what he could. ”Don’t do that....I’ll try to...” Eyes glanced at the desk and the paperwork on it and away again, before he shook his head. ”take better care of myself. I’m aware that I don’t...” The words were a gentle admittance of defeat on this particular subject, giving in where he should have before now.
What would he do without the dragon who he found himself trusting more than anyone else? Nova didn’t really need to follow that line of thought too hard, as he already knew his condition would be worse than it had been lately. Falling asleep while hard at work had become something routine, and the angel had tried hiding it occasionally with copious amounts of caffeine. Lately the effects of his sleep deprivation had started to show a little more clearly, almost causing him to send off the wrong document to the wrong party. That would have been quite terrible, had it not been circumvented. ”I promise I’ll get better at this..”
an iced cold fortress is where you reside maybe you're made of ice too
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[attr=class,punkisaintscontent] "I would naturally agree with you here but " He exclaimed loudly, putting emphasis on the last word. "It's not my first time seeing as well as hearing this come from you, Nova." Michigane wasn't going to take it easy on him this time around. Normally, he'd let it slip under the rug after the promise escaped his lips but the dragon wasn't having it. Not one bit, he had to hold him to the same standard he did everyone else. Just because the angel was his partner- he couldn't keep letting him get away with it. "You're jeopardizing your own well being for your work. Add on top of accidents that could arise up from it- it's not professional, it's not healthy." No more Mr. Nice Michigane for his lover. It was finally his turn to be witness to one of Michigane's well raved on about scolding's.[break][break]
The only difference is with their relationship Michigane held more power here- so much to where he had no qualms to hooking his arms under Nova's arm and moving the other to grab him from under the legs... lifting him up in a surprise and unexpected bridal carry. "I don't know why I kept letting you get it away with but I'm not allowing it anymore. So no, you won't be trying to not do anything- you WON'T be doing any of this anymore, Nova." It's clear as day that Michigane was upset. Understandably, anyone in his position would be upset to find their partner overworking themselves to exhaustion. There were real risks that could happen from overworking and hell if Michigane would allow Nova to continue on engaging in such behavior.[break][break]
"I'm taking you to the ward and you will be sleeping until my shift is over." He held him securely in his arms as he left to room, closing the door with his foot behind him. The pout on his face remained as he made his way down the hallway. "After that- you'll be taken home, given a meal, annnd back to sleep you go. A full 8 hours of rest too."
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.