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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2024
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!
[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Lilac-hued fabric swayed gently across the porcelain skin of her legs, each ending in the characteristic artistic point of heels. The clicks were bell-like tones, chosen simply to catch the attention but with the added benefit of being softer than most. Xia’s hair lay in cascading tresses along her bare back with nothing but two delicate lacquer hairpins holding an intricate bun at the top. [break][break]
The petite woman looked a scene from the olden times, a picture of beauty and innocence but any who knew her true nature could surmise what sort of demon lay beneath the surface. [break][break]
Thankfully, this was an assembly-run event so her usual façade didn’t nearly need to be quite as convincing of her innocent. Today she had simply brought her dizi, a plain bamboo flute dyed a darker hue. Xia’s business here served in the capacity of entertainment only. A casual party such as this neither piqued her interest nor filled any long since dead socialization desires so she’d offered to provide some music instead of mingling. [break][break]
At least, that was what she would have them believe. [break][break]
Sapphire orbs glittered as she made her way to the embellished stage. An Asian-inspired venue for her to perform in, how reminiscent. In truth her choices had several motives, one of which would be arriving soon she hoped. Though if the Reaper knew what was good for them, they’d wander away from her for good. Xia smiled at a passing face, the angle of her lower lip bordering on a sneer just slightly enough to make them question her sincerity. [break][break]
“Alas, maybe I am to play solo after all,” Xia sighed, just after she’d settled onto the tiny stage. Before her the party floor was awash with dots of conversation. People held glasses filled with colorful liquids, saying nonsense to one another while they tried to see what leverage they could gain. Not that she was any different of course. [break][break]
The Assembly of Phantoms was by no means an evil agency but it did tend to attract radicals and those that admired the power behind such ideas. Naturally, these kinds of individuals loved the soirees. As Xia smoothed out her dress she stood atop the slightly elevated platform and brought the flute to her lips. [break][break]
Then, as effortlessly as breathing, she began to play her soft melody. It echoed among the crowd, pleasant enough to draw a few gazes but not permeable enough to halt all conversation. [break][break]
Very rarely has Salem found himself this far into the likes of civilization; it simply wasn't his cup of tea, however he did give his word that he would be at a certain someone's beck and call, regardless of what specific tone and pace they began next part of their song. Of course, this certain someone was Xia of the Shimmering Tide. While their meeting place was the opposite of what he would call a suitable location, the musician was more concerned about how he was going to deal with anyone who approached him. Sighing, he made his way into the building that currently housed Xia with absolute ease.
He wasn't given any instruction on how to dress, so he dressed normally: his usual dark, Sunday best attire, complete with long coat, two piece 'suit', belt with attached firearm and bag of dozens of small concealed knives. Of course, in his coat he kept his journal and flute at hand. You never know when inspiration strikes.
The moment his polished black shoes entered the establishment, he could feel the weight of every person present. His strides were slow, calculated, and highly grim, however this was normal to him. He watched with expectance as those around him froze in dread, only to resume what they were doing after giving him a death glare that could match his own... or was that a glare of fear? After all, it isn't everyday a reaper attends a party such as this, especially an antisocial one.
Salem stopped in the middle of a crowd; no one dared to venture any closer to him. 'This must be Miss Xia's subordinates,' Salem thought with a mixture of interest and disgust for lack of fashion sense in a few persons. He was beginning to get uncomfortable, and for a brief moment, considered just leaving as quickly as he slipped in, but changed his mind as he turned his attention to a sudden melody that struck his ear.
Resting both hands in his jacket pocket, he strode closer to the stage, a smile beginning to creep onto his cold face. Now, his interest was piqued, and with that came a warm rush of energy and magic within: Salem's not so well known crimson eye began to hiss and glow as he felt power, and more importantly his sight, return to him in full. With it he saw sitting upon the raised stage top Xia, dressed in elegant and soft clothing that could only be described as well put together.
Momentarily, he was reminded of his mother's dressing habits, and wondered if Xia took lessons from her... without a doubt, she would catch a few stray, undisciplined eyes.
The reaper watched as she brought the instrument in her hands to her lips and began to play. It was a sweet melody, and he was reminded quickly, again, that she'd make a great requiem musician. Looking around, he noticed that a few weren't giving her performance the attention it deserved, and his smile faded. How rude. Deciding it was finally time to make her aware of his arrival, he walked around the risen stage to the side, out of Xia's view if possible, and hopped on. He knew that his damned aura would give him away if it hadn't already, but he didn't care all that much.
Reaching into a pocket, he walked behind Xia and pulled out his black flute, as as she did began to play a background melody, meant to amplify the base rhythm she was letting out. An amp, of sorts, meant only to draw even more eyes on the stage. As he played, he began to forget about the people in front of him (luckily for them), focusing only on the sound that echoed around.
Salem took great care to not overshadow his partner's music, and he would continue to play along until she stopped. When she did, he would, without moving from his position, greet her with a small bow, his red eye fading away as if it was never there as he stared down at her.
"Good evening, Miss Xia. That was a very nice performance, but I don't think you called me here for a duet. Regardless, I will make the best of it," Salem said, coolly, trying to keep his irritation about being at a party surrounded by people in check.
[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] People came in, succumbing to the ebb and flow of the grand hall without obstructing it. That is until a certain dark figure stepped onto the overly glossed floor. Had she not been chiming away at the ancient instrument; Xia might have dared a coy smile at the spectacle. Hardly anyone valuing their life could stand perfectly unaffected by the one creature with the ability to imprison them forever. [break][break]
Still to see the way the crowd shied away… conversations that had long since appeared dead suddenly buzzing, lovers at odds silently forgetting their shallow issues. The subtle shift of the energies of the crowd may go undetected to someone with an eye to ignore them but Xia was always one to take the temperature of a room. And this one was sweating.[break][break]
Scurry you little rats, go back to your hiding places, the voice in her mind was far crueler sounding than she appeared, its darkness fueled by the show of power she was about to display. [break][break]
Of course, this wouldn’t go unnoticed to Salem, who by now should’ve realized his usefulness as something akin to the main event. Xia steadied her breathing as she drew her concert to a slow halt until finally the song ended on a singular, mellow note. Polite clapping erupted nearby but it was Salem’s voice that drew her sapphire gaze. [break][break]
Nearly a hundred eyes traced her movements, each pair more eager than the last to know why an Assembly medic would invite one of the world’s most dangerous creatures to what was essentially a tea party. Well, they would be wondering a long time for sure. Xia rested the bamboo flute on a table and hopped down from her ledge. [break][break]
In a rare gesture she threw her arms around the tall man and pulled him into a deep hug. [break][break]
“Salem! How I’ve missed you, I’m glad you could make it today,” the petite woman exclaimed enthusiastically, lingering just close enough to whisper words unable to be heard by even the most well-attuned ears, “I’ll fill you in after we take a tour.”[break][break]
Drawing away, Xia didn’t dare sneak a glance at which parties might be interested in their interaction. Soon enough with Salem an established acquaintance the party would go back to its usual flow and none would be interested in the business that the two were going to discuss. All according to plan of course. Xia held out her hand in a gesture that Salem should follow her.[break][break]
Under the impression that Salem could weave through a crowd with an ease of poise, Xia smiled all while providing pleasantries until finally, she found herself in a courtyard secluded from the other areas. A perfect place to discuss business. The dark-haired woman reached into her pocket and, working upon the guess that Salem would also arrive, clicked the ward into place. With a soft snap of glass, the air took on a brief ashen taste. Just as quickly as it had arrived, it disappeared. [break][break]
A perfect sound barrier for the pair to plot their evening if Salem was still inclined to of course. Xia draped herself lazily over a nearby bench in order to give the appearance that her intentions in coming here were to relieve the pressure on her ridiculously pointed heels. To sell the tale she wigged one shoe off, fanning her foot. [break][break]
“I see you dressed for the occasion,” she offered, hoping that the soul-collector had followed her to the courtyard.
As Xia went in for a hug, Salem immediately took a step back, only to accept the inevitable. It wasn't everyday he was shown this level of... whatever this was, and it completely derailed his train of thought. She missed him? For some reason, he believed there to be more to that than it appeared, but refrained from questioning it. With one arm, he hugged her back, with some hesitance. "Your music lured me in like a fish to a hook. I nearly left, this place is rather crowded." Salem said, plainly.
His previous suspicions would prove correct as she loomed closer, telling him words in a hushed tone. He could barely pick them up himself, but understood what she said by reading her lips. Nodding ever so slightly, he smiled, realizing the ruse, and mentally hitting himself for not understanding sooner. It was a meeting after all, and with snake subordinates, all must be done in staccato like gestures. "After you," the reaper said, placing his instrument back into the pocket of his attire in a quick slight of hand, and followed Xia as she drew away. As he followed the sapphire manipulator with quick, long strides, he found that none would even accidentally bump into him; he kept his grim and threatening demeanor as he walked in an attempt to drive off any would be conversation starters or pickpockets. He's been picked before... it did not work out well for the thief.
Finally, the arrived in a fairly empty and open courtyard. Salem sighed in relief. "At last, away from all those troublesome souls," he exclaimed happily, only for his smile to fade as he tasted ash on his tongue. Raising a brow at Xia, he pushed away his suspicions. Surely whatever it was that happened, happened for a reason, and there was no cause to be on alert, especially with his fellow artisan was seemingly relaxing freely and comfortably. Despite this, he remained standing where he was, hands in pockets. Salem remembered their first encounter, and knew better than to underestimate her, even in a situation such as this.
"I always dress for the occasion," Salem replied, "Have you seen me in anything else?" Closing one eye (left eye), he yawned as he adjusted his stance. He expected a lengthy conversation, and welcomed it. "Are we here to speak about the intentions of tonight? As I said, I don't think you called me for a duet, no matter how welcome that is."
[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] “Not the traditional sort of duet, no,” she laughed lightly, checking the lining of her shoe for her blade under the guise of shaking out a pebble. Xia slid her shoe back on and leaned into the bench, “though I suppose at some point we may be chided into playing song or two. Not that anyone is paying attention.” [break][break]
Adjusting one of the pins containing her hair, Xia stole a glance at Salem. If there was any bit of discomfort brimming beneath that placid appearance, she would be hard pressed to find it. Though any soul could betray their darkest desires if she looked deep enough. The petite woman gave one last glance to the courtyard and then, with a flourish of her hand, pulled out her folding fan and opened it in one go with a flick of her wrist. [break][break]
Xia fanned herself a few times before setting it in front of her. Sure, the sound couldn’t travel but even an idiot could read lips. Thankfully, Salem’s back was to the open door so she doubted he needed to take such measures. Sapphire-centered orbs met the reaper’s gaze with an expression that betrayed her inner mischief. [break][break]
“Someone is going to try and murder me tonight,” she led with, as calmly as one would discuss pleasant weather, “I mean to lay a trap and do the murdering instead.” [break][break]
Another deft flick and Xia fanned herself again, giving the reaper the benefit of time to digest her incredibly forward statement. He’d seen how wicked she could be and yet here he was. In truth it was an enigma and Xia knew she was placing too much faith in an unknown variable. [break][break]
Loyalty for the sake of loyalty was a farce therefore Salem could only be invested in her due to her connections. It was fine, it was what she expected. But it still seemed illogical with no mutual gain. Perhaps the reaper was simply being polite. Later she’d see if she could find him something appropriate for compensation. [break][break]
“Of course, no hard feelings if this sort of thing is against your conscience. If that were the case, I would simply ask that you escort me from this hall so I can make a quick exit,” a minute pause before Xia met eyes again with Salem, “but that’s the boring dance of course. A singular melancholy tune consisting of only one octave. A lovely tune but nothing deep enough to stir the soul.” [break][break]
Xia shut the fan, resting it on her lap. [break][break]
“The choice is yours,” she gestured towards her party companion, wondering which way this conversation would go. A dark enigma. An unknown variable. How strange her life had become in its complacent day to day routines with the Assembly.
Salem listened carefully to each of Xia's words, his mind racing with potential ideas, as well as cover song ideas. He was no stranger to discreet deals, or secrecy in general, and knew how to conduct himself in front of others that may have desired to listen in, but as Xia matched his gaze, and she told him about the soon to be murder, he smiled.
"So that's why you called me here. I'm sure whoever is attempting to backstab you has a dark soul, so of course I will help you shorten their life span." Salem didn't mind death, he of course was dead, but it was more than that to him. To the reaper, each death should have meaning, and the innocent shouldn't die. He has no doubts in his cold heart that whoever was attempting to remove Xia was the opposite of innocent, taking into consideration her work environment, no matter how polite it seemed on the outside. After all, he did promise to aid her in cases such as this. Salem only hoped his attire wasn't going to get ruined in any sort of way...
Xia was right about one thing: him simply escorting her to an exit would indeed be quite a boring song, lest one that didn't make sense at all. Why would someone go to a party where they knew they might die, only to call him to escort them out? Simply never going in the first place was the best course of action.
Salem sighed, and brushed a hair out of his eye. "Death is not against a reaper's conscience, Miss Xia," he replied kindly, still maintaining eye contact, "Surprisingly, I haven't made any kind of music today, minus that of the newly acquired soul I have..." He paused, thinking back to the unruly giant he slew, before beginning to approach Xia. It would be like a hunting trip. After all, human beings were animals as well, and this particular animal decided to waste their life and try something foolish. He only hoped whoever this mystery killer was would have a change of heart much sooner rather than later.
Of course if they didn't, Salem would be getting a free soul to do as he pleases with, and the best part about it was that he didn't even need to exert himself any! "Now, about this trap of yours. What's your plan? A quick, unknown cause of death to the populous? Or do you mean to make an example out of this person?" Upon asking his last question, his smile turned to a disapproving scowl. He still didn't know who this assassin was, so his thoughts were conflicted. If it was a certain child, or even any human, his confliction would turn to approval.
[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Salem didn’t miss a beat. It was one of things Xia already liked about the Reaper. Quick-witts was a must to anyone she associated with; Xia couldn’t risk any fumbling around when her plans were so intricately laid out. At least for tonight anyways. Of course the reaper wouldn’t mind a little death, it was almost his business really. Xia ignored her desire to sneak another glance at his odd eye. There was no point really and curiosity would get someone killed as quickly as brandishing a gun without purpose.[break][break]
“Ah yes,” was all the raven-haired woman replied, not really sparing a single thought for the creature Salem had collected. Instead, she focused on the situation at hand. [break][break]
The listening field did have an expiration after all and she certainly didn’t want prying ears grabbing snippets of her next conversation piece. Xia fanned herself idly, watching her dark-haired companion carefully. Not because she suspected ill intention but rather, despite all her instincts, she wondered what sort of pragmatics existed behind that oddly deep gaze.[break][break]
“Nothing so grand as a mysterious death I’m afraid,” Xia didn’t hide her disappointment this time as she angled the fan in front of her face perfectly enough to block the only doorway from seeing her lips move, “I’m going to give someone the perfect opportunity to murder me. But you’ll be the ace up my sleeve because they aren’t expecting you to have any talents other than music, I’m sure. Then – and this is the nefarious part dear Salem, we’re going to plant evidence and frame my other would-be murderer.”[break][break]
Xia stood up, snapping her fan shut abruptly as a strand of coal-black hair slipped down her shoulder. There was a different sort of energy beneath her eyes – a mere fragment of the vixen she used to be before the Assembly tamed her murderous plots. Despite the ill-gotten reputation the group was surprisingly normal in their day-to-day activities. [break][break]
But Xia would be lying if she pretended that she loved saving lives more than ruining them.[break][break]
With two light-footed steps Xia bridged the gap between them and lightly tapped Salem on the nose with the soft edge of the fan. There was an abrupt yet mischievous twinkle in her eye as she did so like a child given free reign to play. This time she snuck a glance at the depth of that odd eye, wondering how long before she would get lost in its darkened depths.[break][break]
Maybe forever if she played her cards wrong.[break][break]
“So, if you’re in agreement with this I’m going to head to an isolated hall with very little eyes on it and you, my dear Salem, will keep your eye on the entrance. Should anyone follow me, you should follow them,” Xia stepped back, crossing one arm while the other brandished the fan, “a lovely game of cat and mouse. Don’t worry about anyone noticing by the way – Emmette is about to make a speech and absolutely every harpy here will be hanging on his words. Aside from myself of course.”
Happily smiling, Salem rolled his stiffening shoulders. "A mysterious death? That sounds just as grand as a dramatic one. There's so many things you could do to make such an end enticing." Of course, he meant every word he said. For a reaper that didn't like messy events, mysterious and unknown was kind of right up his alley. "This reminds me a bit of my time in Purgatory... a hunting trip, but with mortals instead of ghosts."
His happiness only grew as he heard more of her plan, maintaining strict eye contact and a cold smile throughout the entire first part. Salem was already thinking of how exactly things would play out, and it was the only thing on his mind. He would first wait, and allow this murderer to advance on Xia quite a bit before acting, say, a fraction of a second before they attempted to draw blood. It wasn't a performance nor a show if there isn't any suspense of disbelief after all...
Unfortunately, as he was still deep in thought, he didn't hear the ploy to frame the other at all, at least not in its entirety. "An excellent plan Miss Xia, I assure you I won't let you get hurt." A statement with double meaning, of course it isn't his desire to let this dark soul injure, touch, or even kill Xia, but everything else? Fair game in the eyes of the dead, and his dark humor was clearly present in this dead's eyes.
As she stood up, Salem removed his hands from his pocket, resting one on his hip where his firearm housed itself. This wasn't done in a threatening manner, it was simply one out of the only two hips he had. His crimson eye was burning with passion watching Xia, eager to begin the plan. Death was secondary, the performance and music came first. He also wanted to see if he could claim this fool's soul to add alongside the giant. Closing the gap between them, Xia bopped his nose, to his absolute surprise, making him take a step back before regaining himself.
When she glanced at his eye, he could immediately tell with his currently heightened senses, and both eyes narrowed. "Careful, Miss Xia." Salem warned, plainly, without any further words of clarification, immediately allowing the crimson eye to return to its dark color.
Regaining his previous demeanor, he nodded. "Of course I'm in agreement," Salem said, beginning to walk towards where Xia was sitting earlier. "I won't be far..." Sitting down and crossing his legs, he pulled out his flute and began to play the exact same song he was dueting earlier, this time ensuring that the only one that could hear the notes were himself. Such breath control was a difficult thing to master, but not for the one who invented silent music in the first place.
[attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] There were a million remarks just waiting to be vocalized but Xia refrained from saying any of them. Purgatory sounded boring but the idea of hunting mortals… well she would have to inquire about those tales later. Maybe over wine… if she didn’t end up dead of course. The raven-haired woman simply nodded to Salem and, fueled by the soft contours of a melody unknown to her, Xia headed towards her destination.[break][break]
It was a stupid gamble really but her options had become quite limited. Dainty fingers brushed the edge of her sleeve to assure herself that the item in question was still there. Thankfully, it was. Xia’s footfalls echoed among the walls of the hallway until, finally, she stopped in front of a well-dressed yet closed door. How many times had she been to this exact conference room to discuss the constant boredom of the Beaufortes’ affairs? Too many. [break][break]
Xia procured another item from her pocket, a simple crystal which she promptly stomped under heel. The essences within swirled upward, crowding the lock, until an audible snap could be heard. Good, enchantments were always such a pain. [break][break]
“Lest you worry about your business,” the petite woman remarked dryly to herself as she waved glowing fingertips in the direction of the old-fashioned lock. Water was so moldable.[break][break]
Shortly after the door’s locked clicked and Xia carefully plied it open with a small, fashioned string of water. Better not to touch anything should forensics get involved. Xia had to hold back a snicker at the idea – no way the Beaufortes would risk anyone learning their dirty little secrets. It wasn’t until she stepped in the room that she felt a presence behind her in the grand hall. [break][break]
“And here I thought it would take you longer to-” the words fell dead in her mouth at the figure in the hallway, “have you already caught our little bird Salem?” [break][break]
The silence was unnerving. Xia turned from her current task to face the reaper, light eyes searching for the reason. A split second too late she realized just exactly what she was dealing with. Dark webs strung up her dominant hand, pushing it far from her safety net tucked in her sleeve. Xia hissed as she struggled to pivot away from the darkness pooling at her feet just in time to avoid another tether.[break][break]
“Damnit,” the petite woman cussed, side stepping swiftly away from the creature’s sharpened talon-cleave. To think she could be so stupid: Of course the Beaufortes would step up extra security. But to employ this . . . it didn’t bode well at all. [break][break]
Xia used her free hand to conjure more water, this time in a thin line that took on the shape of a rope. She aimed directly at the pinpoint for the webs but a second cleave broke her concentration. This one was closer, threatening the integrity of her dress. There was no way she could keep up this game. Being tethered on her dominant side left her entirely open and this creature was far faster than she.[break][break]
“No, I refuse to die here,” Xia growled but a quick survey of her surroundings told her that dying might be the only option. Most likely the real Salem still sat oblivious on the bench. [break][break]
Had she been outplayed? Or simply underestimated her enemies? Xia didn't have time to struggle as dark tendrils spiked through the floor to grip her left leg.
Salem spent the next few minutes playing random requiem tones on his flute before wavering; it's been a while since the target was supposed to appear, and Salem has seen absolutely nothing but cold air this entire time, not even a small animal running around. Standing up and brushing his attire off, he began to wonder if he made a mistake as he walked towards the entrance to the building, going over all hunting scenarios in his head... and coming up with absolutely nothing. Maybe he was just being far too impatient? Or maybe he's finally following in his mother's footsteps and going insane? Quickly pushing away the grim thought, he leaned against a doorframe. He was sure something seemed off, and he knew his assumptions weren't based in false concerns... maybe he wasn't going about this the right way. For all he knew, this could be another of Xia's games.
Just about to sit back down, he switched his mentality from one of a hunter's to one of a soldier's. No one's made themselves known yet. That would be far too obvious, wouldn't it, even from a secluded area such as this? Yes, it world, Salem decided, and he continued his thoughts. If they weren't coming through this door, and they weren't in the vicinity of it, then that only left one plausible option. "A trap..." Salem said in sudden realization, his face one of both concern and absolute surprise. How could he not figure that out any earlier? Cooling himself off until he was acting normally again, he put his flute away and quickly pursued after Xia Feng, his crimson eye hissing to life as he ran. He wasn't one to break his word, after all.
The reaper, now having only one thing on his mind, rushed through the long hallway, his footsteps beings the only thing he heard, along with something else... even at the distance he was, his magic eye revealed all as clear as day, and instantly his concern turned to confusion. Salem skid to a stop only a few feet away from quite the sight. Before him he saw a very strung up and rather damaged Xia, and along with her... himself...? Let alone, a Salem without a soul... Salem stared in disbelief as the Effigy Salem turned in a disturbing manner and stared back at him. "This... is something..." Salem said, letting his guard down briefly.
Of course the first thing on his mind after seeing this was the amount of constructs and music he could make out of the situation, as well as passive aggressive remarks to Xia's current state. "This would make for quite the-" Cut off by the Effigy, it refocused it's attention back at Xia, preparing to hurt or restrain her, no doubt. As quick as his previous confusion set it, absolute cruelty took its place just as fast. Rushing up to the thing, Salem slid to it's side and delivered a swift kick to Effigy Salem's abdomen, making it stumble backwards. The reaper didn't allow it to recover as he drew his firearm and fired three, consecutive shots aimed at its legs. He grunted as he noticed the shots didn't do the damage he was expecting; there was no blood. What exactly was this mass of darkness? Gun still aimed at the dark effigy, he backed up slowly to where Xia was stranded, glancing over to quickly look at her dark restraints. "Simple enough," he said softly, seeing the weak points of the dark web with his bright red eye, removing them with his free hand.
As soon as he was done, he offered a hand to Xia to help her to her feet. "Just in time, I see. Or, fashionably late. I admit I was planning to do this on purpose, but this... was not part of the plan." The reaper said, solemnly. Regardless of if she took his cold hand or not, his attention was focused back on the effigy, his face riddled with hate before returning to it's neutral state. "It seems like you had the situation under control, Miss Xia," Salem said in a near mocking tone, smiling lightly. While he intended to both protect Xia and obliterate this disgrace of a copycat in front of him, he was no longer as concerned as he was, and, of course, had no intentions on going all out.
"Although you do look a mess. Is this... thing... your doing? He asked, genuinely curious. As he did, the effigy prepared to strike once more, but its attention seemed to be more on Xia than himself. Noticing this, he ensured he stood directly in front of the water manipulator, acting as an undead body shield. Heaven would fall before he'd allow this thing to pass him, but just like those who control shadows, he was at a disadvantage; there were no corpses to reanimate in here.
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