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.
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]Critical meetings invaded Maverick's life at a constant. The wishes of his father washed over him, every step forward a reminder of his strives for greatness. In the morning hours of a crisp, autumn the godfather-in-training was summoned to the working chambers of his father. Maintaining a tamed composure, the dark-haired man briskly strode through the extravagant hallways of the infamous Bove Manor, hands folded behind his back. The beige walls marked with white stripes with golden, braided designs were a familiar surrounding.
The paintings observed his descent into the meticulously hidden basement, eyes following while landscapes merely endlessly rolled in their frame. Their wealth was represented by the immense side of their lavish, off-white home. The Bove Manor could be described as a compound sitting just outside Lorsette. Plenty of land was assigned to their name held additional buildings, most known being the servant's barracks and greenhouse. The remainder of two was a meagre shed and a small, apartment-sized room for guests searching privacy.
Though, a majority of the outside was composed of a well-maintained garden. One admired through the summer and spring's heat. In comparison to the land taken by farmers, Bove Manor was stationed on a smaller plot. However, for regular citizens, it was a massive location. As he reached the end of the hallway, Maverick entered his father's study. The man's absence was not surprising, rather, expected. Carefully, the godfather in training closed the door behind him and quietly headed to the hidden trap door behind his father's desk.
The entrance was considered the family's gateway to the hidden basement of the compound. A ward created with the intention of keeping regular members out allowed the avoidance of infiltration. Slowly, Maverick eased the trap door open, slipping through the small square to enter the wrought, metal spiral staircase. Noisy footsteps filled the meagre entrance as Maverick hurried down into the extreme atmospheric shift. From the immaculate beige walls arrived dark-wood walls on a lighter floor. Gradually, Maverick made his way down before sliding out of the door.
Another specially devised creation to avoid any infiltration. The door locked on a single side, one way leading inside. Returning to the stairwell from the basement was only possible should one possess the key. Upon entrance, Maverick turned down the hallways, passing workers as he journeyed to his father's second, crime-related study. His steps were quick-timed, posturing changing as his hands retired to his jean pockets. As he approached the door with the haunting nameplate "The Boss", Maverick knocked on the door.
The sound of his father's powerful voice rang through, permitting entrance. Thus, Maverick pushed through, entering the study. As his father's eyes noticed his arrival, he gestured for him to sit. Quietly, Maverick followed, stationing himself beside his father. The man's eyes laid on him, a smile across his face.
"We have some important guests coming, I want you to observe and learn," he explained in a quieter voice.
The words prompted a nod from Maverick as he stretched in his standing position. Learning the trade of his future occupation was crucial, therefore, he planned on obeying his father's wishes. Focus, observe and learn. No interruptions, just analyzing upon the guests' arrival.
Mikaela had been undercover on a mission for the past week and she was exhausted. She hadn’t slept properly in days. Unlike most things, Mikaela took her jobs very seriously, which meant dedicated commitment and attention no matter how late it kept her up. She'd just finished reporting back, and she couldn't start her next assignment for a couple more days. While she was tired, the last way Mikaela wanted to kill the time was by sleeping. She never got to have any fun while she was playing a role and boredom weighed on her.
Her ear picked up on the footsteps before she actually saw him. Walking down the hall, as refined as ever, was none other than Maverick Bove. A grin grew across her face.
Whether he was the best or the worst person for her to run into at that moment was hard to say, but his presence definitely promised something interesting to come. The Godfather’s Son. The title alone was enough to catch Mikaela’s attention. After all, it wasn’t that different than the godfather’s daughter and she’d fled across an ocean to escape that burden. She didn’t really understand how he could bear to put up with it himself. She understood the rise to power that ambitious godfathers went through, but being raised for the role didn’t feel right. Either you didn’t have the ambition to do it well or you were cunning enough to do it better. No one cut out for that life would allow themselves to be molded by the hand of another.
Well, obviously not no one. There was a middle ground where Maverick belonged and one she had no doubt her brother was filling in light of her absence. Cautious, planning for the right moment and not taking risks that might lose them power, no matter what they stood to gain. That type of rule was stable enough until it came across someone playing poker while they played chess. Not every gamble was a win, but not seeing the value in gambles at all was a sure loss.
Regardless of her distaste for people that let themselves get pushed into any role, Maverick offered a fascinating opportunity to see what her life would have been like if she had any interest in playing by the book. Although she had no malicious intent towards him, she took any chances she was given to test his limits.
"Gemello!" she sang in greeting. Gemello. The nickname she’d developed for him when she’d first learned of his existence. She never bothered with real names. They were just too risky. First of all, there was no telling whether any given person would give her their real name. Secondly, throwing names like “Bove” around could be as dangerous as throwing out her real name. No need for some passing eavesdropper to get suspicious, and there was no telling where dangerous bystanders might be.
"You busy?" she asked, not really caring what the answer was.
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]Minutes passed, a clock ticking in the silent study. The wait for guests arrived with patience as Maverick remained stationed beside his father. Undoubtedly, other higher-ups of the Ravagers would join them for the meeting for observational purposes. These discussions between people marked significant were crucial to the survival of the mafia. The underground workings required safeguarding and allies to maintain functionality and control.
Though, the dark-haired godfather-in-training was inevitably interrupted from his waiting. Beckoned out by the familiar face of one of their workers, Maverick was forced to remove himself from the situation and leave through the door. Under the guise of importance, the young dhampir withdrew. A single call from his father ringing in his ears upon his exit. If he had not returned by the starting of the meeting, he would be required to remain uninvolved. Unwanted interruptions manifested a tense-emotion unwanted by visitors.
Therefore, Maverick nodded over his shoulder, leaving his station and exiting the study. The criminal's attention fixated on the young women as they drew away. The greeting of Mikaela's established nickname followed by an inquiry brought a flicker of confusion.
"Uh... If it's important, I'm just learning, so," the trainee offered in response. "If not, it better be quick, because I want to be in the meeting."
Whether his presence existed or not, Maverick was made aware the gears of the meeting would begin without him. Wasting time was something his father despised, hence, there would be no hesitance in starting in his absence. The importance of their guests weighed upon their shoulders, thus, halting the discussion remotely could unsettle the meeting. Professionalism was an absolute requirement of maintenance, therefore, it was upheld whenever possible. No interruptions, no waiting unless the individual's attendance was of significance.
Otherwise, they would begin without a second thought. Conversation flowing as discussions and plans were created between the parties. A deadline existed in Maverick's mind of when he would be required to return. Any tardiness resulting in him being booted from a prime learning opportunity. Unfortunately, the time was limited to approximately 5-10 minutes before the guests arrived and would be seated in the underground study... and after that, the opportunity to learn became nonexistent.
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Mikaela's current plaything already looked displeased to see her. Good. She'd hate for this to be easy. While technically the best interests of the Ravagers reflected her own best interests, she didn't feel bad for distracting Maverick. He needed the time off. Besides, dealing with her could probably teach someone a lot if they were paying attention. Namely that people like her should be avoided, but the details were beside the point.
"Gemello, always the model schoolboy." she grinned. She wasn't sure whether the words were meant as a compliment or an insult. She supposed it depended on Maverick's personal values. She personally would hate to be in his position. "The perfect lapdog for your father," she muttered under her breath. It was lapdogs like him who would inherit the criminal world.
She brushed the thought aside. He clearly didn't want to be held up for no reason, so she shouldn't dance around unrelated thoughts. "Of course it's important. I don't waste my time on things that aren't important." She waved a hand dismissively. 'Is it important' was the wrong question to be asking, anyway. What really mattered was how she defined the word. She was quite certain she could argue that anything was important. After all, twisting the relevance of facts was among her specialties. It was one of the easiest ways to blackmail idiots.
She doubted he'd get there on his own, so it was only fair that she feed him the question. She wouldn't want to mislead someone as powerful as him. At least, not more than she had to. "But to make sure we're on the same page, the word 'important' means...?" She tilted her head slightly, brow furrowing in the perfect act of confusion. "Language differences and all." she added with a meek smile. She wasn't certain he'd buy this act over such a common word, but she didn't really care how much sense the lie made as long as it pointed him in the right direction.
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]Unknowingly, Maverick was dragged from the learning opportunity by something meaningless. Through his years of acting as his father's student, the young dhampir was tragically clueless there would be members who cared naught for true significance, but rather, to act as a distraction. The pressures of an everchanging criminal underworld suggested the absolute necessity to maintain a serious visage during work hours. Given the context of most meetings, few willingly disturbed him for nonsensical games, therefore, young Maverick Bove was left clueless.
Cognitively, Maverick attempted to track the counting down minutes. He was determined to return before their guests arrived and he would be barred from the office. There was a soft furrow in the dark-haired man's brow when Mikaela titled him a schoolboy before muttering beneath her breath. The under breathed words were meagre whispers, impossible to catch in his ears. Confusion flickered in the dark-haired dhampir's eyes, however, he kept his lips silent. Rather than interrogate about the spoken words, the godfather-in-training decided to wait and watch where things go.
The contrast of a dismissive wave followed by the confirmation of significance summoned the soft suspicions. There lacks haste to handle whatever crucial circumstance, Mikaela. It was something that somewhat irked the young man. He needed to handle the situation before returning to the office. Though her tilted head and lingual inquiry caused Maverick to flinch.
"Serious, crucial? You know, has to be handled asap else things will go wrong?" He answered, a slight frustration in his eyes. "Can we hurry up, Mik? I have to get back to that meeting! It's important."
The stress was flowing over his shoulders, pressuring them. Already, endless concerns rushed through his mind like a waterfall, manifesting concerns he would be dragged out longer than he cared for. Although, worse than those beliefs brought second thoughts on Mikaela's intentions. Whether accidental or not, it became apparent there was potentially nothing important to handle.
It briefly occurred to her that she shouldn’t keep the godfather’s son from an important meeting. For now, her priorities aligned with theirs, even if it was just because she needed somewhere to place her loyalties so she didn’t go around blowing up every building in Canada. But if it was really important to the group as a whole, his father wouldn’t have allowed Maverick to leave his side. Variables like that were always eliminated from crucial interactions.
Besides, if it came down to it she could continue to play dumb. There were some benefits to this not being her home turf. There were plenty of lines she knew better than to cross, but this gang hadn’t raised her. There was a lot she could get away with because the higher-ups simply couldn’t expect her to know better. She’d only been involved for a few years, no one would assume she knew all the politics that went on behind the scenes of any gang. She’d been sure to look like a newbie back when she’d joined for that very reason. Well, that and the fact that she didn’t want them questioning which gang she came from. She was playing a dangerous game working for the Ravagers, but she’d be safe so long as word never got back to her father.
"Time-sensitive. In that case yes, it is important." The words weren’t a lie. She was bored now, as they spoke. The opportunity to mess with Maverick while she happened to have time off was rare enough, and when she was actually working a job she didn’t waste time on her usual games.
Mikaela nodded happily, as though pleased with herself for making the differentiation. She was sure she’d only have to delay him for another minute or two before he was hers to play with for a good chunk of time. "Oh, but it’s entirely rude of me not to ask, how are you doing today?"
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]Looming inside his head on a seemingly endless cycle were thoughts of the meeting he would be missing should the supposed issue not be resolved with haste. Though ill feelings haunted his mind with the manner Mikaela treated the circumstance. There appeared to be a lack of quickness to her steps and an explanation of the unfortunate happenings absent. Concern stirred inside Maverick the longer he stood beyond the walls of his father's office. He had an inkling he would not be returning in time to participate and learn from the upcoming meeting.
His icy blue eyes locked on her, waiting for a well-needed explanation on whatever significant problem arose in the passing minutes. Errors and problems were natural, however, given the organization they operated in, they required quick sorting before anything horrid could rise from them. After the quick definition of words in hopes of allowing Mikaela to click the pieces together, the woman seemed to confirm the matter as time-sensitive. In turn, it meant whatever issue was served to the Ravagers, required handling shortly.
"Then what happened?" The dark-haired man asked, hoping for a summary.
Moments later had the long-haired woman's lack of urgency surface once again. Rather than explain the circumstance right away, she hopped into inquiring about his day... Information which was not important to resolving whatever problem rose prior to the meeting's starting! Rudeness could be damned another time for in circumstance of emergencies he cared naught for it.
"Mik, the problem! What is the problem? We can skip the friendly banter, whatever the issue is, that needs to be dealt with first," the godfather in training pushed.
A sternness entered his voice as he spoke. He hoped with harder words he could convey the crucialness of handling whatever arrived knocking at their doors to the foreign member. His fingers squeezed together, thumb shuffling and pressing each finger in the fist down as he somewhat nervously waited to discover what could have perturbed the Ravagers' "peace".
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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Mikaela frowned as he avoided her question, marking it off as friendly banter. She hate it when people only focused on one aspect of a conversation. The stuff in between was just as important to any good con. "It's not..." she shook her head. "Friendly banter, as you call it, isn't without it's purpose. It's about setting expectations so when you do have to stop and think people don't see you're taken off guard." Even if they were in a friendly setting, enemies could be anywhere and letting your real feelings into the open could be dangerous. Any bit of truth exposed to the wrong person could be used in unpredictably harmful ways. [break][break] She narrowed her eyes. She knew this world was different than the one she haunted now, but the basic rules still should have been the same. Gemello could only do harm by wearing his heart on his sleeve. Assuming that was what he was doing at all. He could have been a much better liar than she gave him credit for. "You know, you should really calm down. If you're always in such a hurry you'll miss stuff." she said with a polite smile. "In this line of business that would be very bad." she added helpfully. [break][break] She paused before finally addressing what she knew was the most important to her conversation partner at the moment. "Now what's this about a problem?" she asked, furrowing her brow in a pretty good display of confusion. She reviewed her words carefully, making sure she'd never explicitly said there was a problem, before continuing. "Should there be a problem?" She tilted her head to the side. "And if there was a problem why would it be something you need to take care of? Really, you shouldn't be hearing about any of my work. At least, not directly from me. I don't report to you."
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]Frustration entered Maverick's veins the longer he was exposed to Mikaela. Minutes were ticking down and undoubtedly the dark-haired man would miss the crucial meeting because of this mysterious emergency. Unfortunately, the nekomata appeared to have no intentions of assisting Maverick in inching closer to the problem. Their location was secure, the existence of spies being thrown away for the purpose of finishing whatever emergency that was mentioned. Though, rather than answers, the dhampir received a lecture.
Everything held purpose, however, after barging into his father's office and requesting assistance, Maverick wanted to know the emergency immediately. Under a majority of circumstances, people would hastily provide information about the present circumstances. Alas, it appeared Mikaela would enjoy herself rather than granting him access to the overview of the emergency. The godfather-in-training rolled his eyes at the dark-haired woman's lecture. He understood throwing off police forces, however, with undercover agents in the RCMP force, Maverick was confident.
"You already said there was an emergency, I don't understand why you can't tell me. You know I'm in a hurry, Mik," the dhampir grumbled back.
A sigh breezed through Maverick's lips at the mention of calming down. Evidently, Mikaela had no plans on rushing through everything and allowing it to be solved in a suitable amount of time. Rather, they appeared aimlessly walking through the compound without a care in the world. Though afterwards, the woman finally addressed the problem being hung over Maverick's head. Unfortunately, the dark-haired woman revealed the masterful plan she accomplished during the evening. The godfather-in-training's eyes narrowed at the young woman instantly.
There was no emergency, rather, Mikaela swindled everything via faking problems and not thinking about the repercussions. An annoyed groan rumbled from Maverick's throat.
"Mik! I needed to be in that meeting! What the hell? So you just dragged me out of there for no reason?" The dhampir complained.
The young man was evidently not pleased with the notion of being taken away from the meeting. He wished to learn more about his future occupation, yet, it appeared the education opportunity was cut short. The dark-haired man stopped in his tracks immediately, his arms crossing as annoyance invaded him.
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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Mikaela could tell Maverick was frustrated, and she did her best not to grin. His anger didn't put her in as much danger as directly lying to him might, but it was still enough of a risk to set her heart thudding. Maverick was a trainee and his claws were more ceremonial than anything else for the time being, but that didn't make them any less sharp. He would have a lot of power someday, and due to the unpredictable nature of life and death it would be safe to assume he had already been skilled enough to take the position before he was named the mafia's inheritor. [break][break] Unfortunately for him, she didn't concern herself with future power. In fact, the only current powers she concerned herself with were the ones she couldn't escape, and she had ensured there were very few moments where any one person in the mafia truly had control over her fate. She may have looked easy to manipulate on the surface at times but she had plenty of safeguards in place to escape most of the sticky situations that might come up. [break][break] Mikaela stopped walking and glanced back as Maverick paused, annoyance radiating off of him. While she usually hated dipping into genuine emotions, she let a little bit of her innocent curiosity show. She hadn't had any malicious intent and when it came down to it her actions probably wouldn't have a long term impact. Maverick would get his share of opportunities in the future. "That seems like it would be a stupid thing to do," she commented. "Of course I have a reason. I wanted to talk to you and you weren't doing anything useful." She paused, apparently knowing better than to completely discredit him. "Observing negotiations, maybe, but all negotiations are the same and if this one was particularly interesting you wouldn't have left the room so close to the start of the meeting."
WON'T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN! I'M A COLD-HEARTED KILLER HERE TO GET MY WAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HANDS AND I'M PREPARED TO GO BANG! NO HESITATION! I'M A MURDERER, A SMUGGLER, A THIEF AND A LEADER! STEP DOWN, THE REAL KING OF CRIME IS HERE!
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[attr="class","maverickspeaks"]Annoyance brewed and bubbles in the pits of Maverick's stomach the longer he interacted with Mikaela. Regularly, the young woman was tolerable, with her fixations being on work. However, today she appeared to hunger for entertainment, whether it hindered another or not. The dark-haired man prayed he could sneak back into his father's office, alas, the minutes were ticking. In anxiousness, Maverick glanced down at the watch strapped around his wrist, where the hands of the face determined a single, obnoxious fact.
The godfather-in-training noticed that minutes slipped away, leaving him locked out of the negotiations... Meaning there would be no learning opportunities because of a fabricated emergency. A long groan raked up the dhampir's throat as his hands clenched and returned to his sides. Annoyance dragged around him, anchoring him down with thoughts rather than leaving his mind free in thought. As his dark eyes locked onto Mikaela, he noticed the woman's cadence and tone, the manner she carried herself in this interaction.
Everything appeared to be a game to her, as though because no consequences befell her, she was victorious. As she spoke, her points were fair and measured, however, being dragged from the presented opportunities nonetheless kept the trainee pestered. His expression was tightened, narrow brows firm and a scowl over his lips.
"The more I learn, the faster I can be prepared, so it is useful," he grumbled. "Why couldn't you just talk to someone else? Why does it even have to me?"
Whether or not all negotiations operated similarly, Maverick viewed little point in bothering him from the meeting. There were few positives to picking somebody who was busy and knowing the operations of the Ravagers, there were a few with brief moments of downtime. Thus, being interrupted was something that annoyed Maverick greatly because of it.
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