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 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!
Riley had stayed with a lycanthrope overnight, it had been freezing because she was forced to stay in her human form because of the burn on her back. The only clothing she wore was a red blouse with black slacks. If she had known she would be shifting to her human form by force, she would have dressed more warmly. Once it was morning she left the abandoned building. It was hard to move, she could still feel the pain in her back because of the burn. She supposed she should be grateful she could still feel her back, though if she didn't hurry and get it taken care of then she would run the risk of it not healing up properly. It was a long walk, but she had made it to the middle of city. There weren't many people outside, most likely thanks to Terrors likely wandering around the streets.
I hope I don't come across one, I can't run with this injury and shifting is impossible right now. She thought to herself, feeling slightly worried. I don't know how much more of this I can take.... She thought to herself until she heard a noise coming from behind her. She glanced behind her, noticed a couple of Pipsqueaks headed in her direction. Oh hell no.... She couldn't run but.... there was no way in hell she was going to let those things catch up to her. She bolted for it, the sudden speed had caused her to trip over herself. She fell on the ground with a thud before pushing herself back up. It hurt like hell, but Pipsqueaks were Terrors, she had nightmares about those things ever since her parents were murdered by them. It was hard to stand, but she wasn't about to let those Pipsqueaks catch up with her.
This would be a whole lot easier if I was able to shift and I wasn't burned... She thought to herself, somewhat annoyed but at the same time if she had to do yesterday over again, she wouldn't have changed it. That lycanthrope had reason to attack that man and she was glad to help him even though frankly he did attack her first.
Ultimately, today's list of tasks were viewed as simplistic since they merely consisted of leading a rookie hunter around to kill some rampant pipsqueaks. Pipsqueaks were not particularly dangerous, but nonetheless still remained a nuisance to the citizens of Lorsette who TRS agents, like Desmond, had vowed to keep safe. Thus, high above the city heights, embraced by the chilly morning air the nephilim flew with the use of his large grey wings. Yesterday's business had left his wings itching for flight, which made the simple TRS related job pleasant for stretching them out. Dressed in his regular uniform and a radio secured to his belt, the tall man had dubbed himself prepared to handle the menial task. Although, his ginger hair remained slightly messy and had been lazily pulled away from his green eyes by a simple brown headband that settled on his forehead.
As it currently stood, the nephilim's appearance were of little significance considering he was not planning to see Zachary today; admittedly though he was searching for an excuse to. Should he be inquired, the man would never admit that he was crushing on the adorable medic considering how frightened he was of love. Those thoughts got shoved away well Desmond flew, a tracker resting in the uniform's inner pocket to allow the hunter to be aware of his location. It was simpler than constant radio based explanations in the scout's opinion. Well he flew, the ginger's green eyes observed the ground activity that was mostly motionless due to the early hours. A majority of the population feared terrors since they were monstrous beasts who gleefully killed whatever they could manage to get their paws on. Initially, it caused the nephilim to believe the attempt to search for the pipsqueaks from above was futile until he witnessed a young woman who was horribly dressed for the weather running.
Although, her run was ended quickly as she tripped, tumbling to the ground. The scout's green eyes widened as he watched the pipsqueaks draw closer for a few moments until finally diving from his current location. Air blew straight into the nephilim's face as he dove towards the ground, his distance from the woman still rather far. Speed increased during his dive and once close to the ground he pulled up a bit to end up vertical, his stomach facing the concrete sidewalk. Slowing down would be difficult, but Desmond was gradually working towards making his speed decrease as he grew closer.
"Hey, extend your hand up!" Desmond shouted to the girl.
His own hand reached out despite how much he despised touching, the nephilim knew that physical contact would allow him to teleport the woman to a safer location. Radioing the hunter who followed could wait until Desmond was certain the woman was safe from immediate harm; it was apart of his job to protect citizens after all. Thus well he flew close to the sidewalk, the nephilim prayed that he would be capable of grabbing the girl's hand and teleporting her.
[ I will leave it up to you whether or not he is successful. If he is, feel free to state that he teleported them to someplace hidden since Des would be likely to do that. ]
Riley thought that she had heard something but it wasn't until she had looked up that she saw him just above her. Reach my hand up? It took her a moment to process the thought that he'd likely be flying her away, seeing as he was in the air with wings and she wasn't aware that teleport was a power of his. He wants me to reach up and take his hand.... but I'm not a fan of touching.... She thought to herself, having hesitated to lift her arm up so that she could grab his hand with her own. If I don't want to be caught I'll have to put up with it though. She had thought to herself, having decided that it would be better to have human contact than it would be for those pipsqueaks to get her. It took a few moments but she had started lifting her arm up so that she could hopefully grab his hand in her own. Pain shot throughout her body, mostly on her back but on her sides too, with the pain being unbearable she found herself lowering her arm back down to her side because it hurt so much.
She took in a breath, moving her other arm against her chest and under the elbow, she forced her arm back up. She'd be damned if those pipsqueaks got her just because the pain of lifting her arm became too much for her back. Will we really get away? She thought to herself as she waited for him to grab a hold of her hand to get them out of here. As soon as their hands touched, she was surprised to find they had teleported to another location instead of flying off of there. Her back still hurt, the sooner that she got help for it the sooner or back pain would go away. She was having trouble standing, "Thank you." It was quick, but so was her losing her balance.
Touch was oftentimes associated as a natural humane action between friends, family, and lovers. A majority of people considered it a simple positive among those treasured, but to others individual did not matter and touching was a forbidden act. For Desmond, the concept of touching has transformed into an activity of hatred to the young nephilim. Touch had grown stigmatized after being emotionally shattered for days by his ex and was oftentimes avoided whenever possible. Alas, this situation he needed physical contact with the mysterious woman in order to assure her safety from the following pests. Despite being tiny and weak, pipsqueaks could manage to create some nasty scratches if they managed to get close enough. There was also the lingering thought of saving her being an occupational requirement as a TRS agent and generally good citizen (with the exception of those troublesome and tricky moments).
The scout's gaze remained locked on the ravenette, hand remaining extended while he wings carried him forward. Acceleration remained on the decrease as distance between himself and the stranger shortened. There was concern while Desmond waited for to witness her hand extend out since there was first hesitation. It caused a seed of worry to plant itself in the pit of his stomach as he neared the woman. The distance was closing, but relief was arriving as the stranger worked towards raising her hand. Although, there was newfound concern over the woman's struggle to raise her arm which made it obvious to the observant scout that there was a problem. Injury was a possibility, permanent or otherwise, which suggested a possible need to inquire about her difficulty later. Fortunately, there was success in raising her hand Desmond managed to make contact and the instant he felt his hand collide with her's he teleported.
In a flash of white light, they were transported into a nearby building where, theoretically, they would be safer. Once the transportation was completed, Desmond's hand pulled away from the stranger as he decelerated enough to gently land on his knees; the ceiling's height was too low to initiate a proper landing. Shortly, the nephilim's grey wings folded behind him and he slowly stood from the wood floor and inspected their surroundings. It appeared to be an abandoned store, which was an improvement to accidentally breaking into somebody's apartment or an active place of business. His gaze flitted back towards the girl when she stated her thanks and appeared wobbly.
"Not a problem, but you should sit down. You look a little dizzy," he responded calmly.
Afterwards, the radio was raised to his lips as he quietly fed the hunter following him the location alongside any additional information. Time was taken by the nephilim to assure the hunter was capable of arriving here and defeating the pipsqueaks who had chased the young woman. Naturally, Desmond hoped to monitor the terrors' movements, but for the time being he needed to inquire the stranger. If she was injured, then a doctor or medic was required to examine her and assure the stranger's safety.
"Hey, you alright? You seemed you had a little trouble back there and you look unbalanced," Desmond asked.
Assisting this stranger was the first necessity considering in the scout's mind the citizen (or at least he believed she was a citizen) always came before tracking. There were always multiple chances to discover a terror's location, but there was not always a second chance of living a long and healthy life.
Riley shook her head, finally regaining her balance. "Not dizzy...." She corrected him after taking a breath. The guy used his radio to contact somebody else or maybe it was a group of people to let them know about the Terrors on the streets. A shot of pain went through out her body, her back hurt like hell and if it wasn't bleeding before it would be doing so now, just like it had yesterday when she had first been burned before she had laid in snow to try and numb the pain. "No..." It took a lot of effort to answer his questions, though if her back was bleeding like yesterday it meant that he might figure out the reasoning soon enough. "My... my back..." She was having trouble standing again, maybe she should have listened and took a seat anyway but that would have made things harder on her when she needed to move, get help on her back.
As if to try and see if her back was bleeding she rubbed her hand to the back of her shirt, the blood was soaking through it again. That guy.... that guy really burned me good. She thought to herself, more pain shot through out her back and she fell onto her knees, unable to catch herself with her hands. The pain soaring through her back had become too much and the only way for her to avoid feeling pain anymore was to go unconscious.
The correction about the dizziness infirmity caused Desmond to glance towards the stranger with a concerned expression. Unfortunately, the nephilim knew he could not enforce the concept of resting considering that refusal could ultimately lead to the idea of touch, thus the subject remained untouched. Instead, the ginger returned to radio and began relaying direction while answering inquiries given by his comrade. The operations were running smoothly until finally the scout's focus returned to the young woman who responded to his question about her wellness with a concerning answer. The struggling alongside the mentioning of her back caused Desmond to walk behind her to take a look, watching as the blood appeared which widened his eyes. There was no hesitation as the radio was brought to his lips and the nephilim fired off a quick explanation and left the tracker on an abandoned counter.
Leaving a critically injured citizen to wait for medics was foolish, and the scout knew better. When he heard the sounds of somebody falling was when the panic truly began settle in as Desmond's green eyes looked over at the unconscious form. The radio was retired to the secure point as the nephilim rushed over, heart beating rapidly at the very thought of touch. It remained a concept that terrified Desmond, but there was a requirement. Gently, the scout picked the girl up which already caused the shaking to settle in while he attempted to focus on teleporting to the hospital in order for assistance; the TRS building was simply too far away. There was a portion of him silently praying that Zac was not working. The man was a hard worker, but the ginger could already imagine the heat and redness of his face caused from being around him.
Once again the white light returned as the nephilim invoked his teleportation and managed to get to the hospitals front steps where he was noticed immediately by an early morning patient. Narrowly, Desmond was capable of walking towards the doors which were shortly opened while somebody left to fetch a gurney. The nephilim's breathing remained rather quick paced while he walked with difficulties handling the close proximity and praying somebody would take the woman from his arms.
A nurse had noticed Desmond carrying a woman in his arms. She stood up from the desk and rushed over to look at the woman slightly. "What happened?" It was protocol to ask. The nurse was quick to showing Desmond to the nearest bed before she took the handles in her arms and started pushing the injured woman away with her. As she passed by, other nurses joined in to help burn the woman along to the burning unit. Zachary had been on call for sixteen hours already, he hadn't had the chance of going home just yet so he was stuck finding an open bed to lay down in. Though he could still be easily woken by the sound of people rushing down the halls. His white coat had been on a hanger, but he slowly sat up from the bed before standing up to make his way towards the hanger to retrieve his white coat before exiting the empty room.
He watched as the nurse rushed by with a woman laying on her stomach, her back was seeping out blood from what was mostly caused by a burn. He looked towards the door, curious to see how many patients were waiting nearby before noticing Desmond. With a small smile on his face, he waved at Desmond before hearing the nurse calling out to him. Work calls.... but I won't lie, Desmond you are adorable as ever.... He thought to himself as he made his way down the hall, following after the nurse to the burn unit. He was quick to look at the bloody shirt, lifting it so that he could see how bad the burn was. Sometimes it was easier to let people sit it out, but since this woman was currently unconscious, he decided it would be easier to heal her wounds up by his healing power.
It was draining, but it never ceases to amaze him at how well he did at healing his patients when he choice to use his power instead of using the normal doctor methods. After a little while he had finished healing the woman, feeling slightly tired from the effort. Since the woman was unconscious still and they didn't know her name, he decided to leave her alone in the bed. Assigning a nurse to watch over her, after he had her moved from the burn unit into an available room. It turned out burns weren't her only injury, she hadn't really been eating much either, so hopefully if they got her to stay around longer enough, she would be able to feel better before being on her way. He slowly made his way down the hall, hoping he would come across Desmond again.
Carrying the woman for the short amount of time that Desmond was forced into caused him to feel extremely uncomfortable. The closeness and touching were becoming a bother and the nephilim found himself shaking and mentally chastising himself for said quivering. His lacking in capability in handling the concept of touch was pathetic, and the ginger attempted to fight through it when the nurse approached. There was the slightest bit of shakiness when she drew closer what had occurred. A small pause was taken for a deep breath and lengthy exhale in order to smooth his voice to make himself understandable; he could easily imagine the stuttering mess of gibberish that would have flowed if not. He followed the nurse's lead while speaking about what happened.
"I'm not completely sure. I was doing my job and noticed she was in pain, next thing I knew she fainted and was bleeding," Desmond explained. He narrowly kept the trembling from his voice.
Once the woman was transferred from Desmond's hold to the bed, the scout physically eased at the concept. For a few moments, the nephilim allowed himself time to calm before following since it was required to report in his opinion. There was always a possibility that an Assembly of Phantoms member was involved in the assault against the unconscious woman. As a scout, Desmond felt required to gather more information, thus he remained with the curious patients for a few moments. That was when the ginger noticed him and self-conscious thoughts shortly consumed him. Zachary was working today, and considering it was the early hours, the scout had not taken much consideration into his appearance. His hair remained slightly disheveled and the aftermath of the minor incident left his uniform wrinkled and somewhat blood speckled. When the wave accompanied by a smile was given, Desmond's heart fluttered and the nephilim bashfully glanced away with pink tinting his cheeks.
The concept of Zachary thinking ill of him always made him anxious and furthermore, Desmond shoved away the concept of the handsome doctor waving at him. For a few moments, the scout stared at the threshold his crush had entered while the patients cleared away for gossip. A sigh escaped the nephilim's lips, he could already imagine the embarrassment he appeared as. Instead of dwelling near the door, Desmond walked away a few paces into a quiet section of hallway where he grabbed the radio. Immediately, it was turned on and brought to his lips.
"Did you find them?" Desmond began and the answer returned as a negative. "Well get a different scout. That girl wasn't just scratched by a couple of pipsqueaks so if possible I want to monitor her condition and see if I can question her. They were chasing her when I noticed, so perhaps an Assembly member attacked her then released her with the sick intention of letting those terrors chase her down. So watch your back, get extra hunters or scouts if needed."
Each word was stated firmly, giving reason for possibly belief of Zeredah's allies being involved. Once the hunter confirmed they would accomplish the commands, Desmond sighed again and leaned heavily against the wall. It was still the early hours of morning and the nephilim felt exhausted and flustered after seeing Zachary. When his thoughts returned to the doctor, his heart fluttered as he realized he needed condition information which meant he would be required to speak with his crush again. The blush returned to his cheeks over the thought, this was going to be an interesting conversation when it arrived and Desmond was not certain how to initiate it. Instead of searching for the doctor, his gaze drifted towards his boots as he pondered how he was possibly going to start a conversation without seeming like a fool.
Zachary wouldn't lie, his day got a whole lot brighter when he saw Desmond. It was easy to feel happy when Desmond had blushed and looked away when he had waved at him. As shy as ever, but I'm one to talk. He thought to himself before chuckling. He was slightly disappointed when Desmond had moved away from the door, though it gave him the opportunity needed when it came to focusing on the woman in front of him. When he came out of the room, his first thought of mind was to find Desmond. He finally found him, though Desmond wasn't looking up at him, he was looking over at his boots instead. A nurse wandered over towards Desmond and Zachary had to look away as if he were working, slightly disappointed that the nurse had gone up to talk with Desmond before he got a chance to do so.
"While just by glancing over her wound, it appeared as if she had been burned on purpose like somebody had attacked her. It was still fresh, maybe today or a few days old...." The nurse mentioned, seeing as Desmond had come in with the woman she was hoping that he might know more than he was letting on. Zachary found himself listening in on the conversation before there was a noise coming from the woman's room. What? He hadn't been out of the room that long, though before he could get in to block the entrance to see if the woman was already a German Shepard had rushed right passed him and down the hall. "Stop the German Shepard! She isn't cleared to leave."
Or so he was assuming that she was a shifter, his guess had been correct when he peeked into the room to see that the woman wasn't there anymore. "Wait.... come back...." He called after the shifter as she jumped so that she could push the stairwell door handle open. She rushed down the stairs, the last thing she wanted was to stay longer at this hospital. She is going to try and leave... I wonder why.
Riley woke up on her stomach, she couldn't remember anything since she had fainted in that guy's arms earlier. Vague members of him wearing a uniform. Now where had she seen that uniform before? Oh yeah, from TRS members. Though she was mostly stalking them in her German Shepard form so that she could find out what exactly TRS did besides what they claimed do to. She slowly moved onto her elbows, having noticed the pain in her back no longer was hurting. I can expect bandages but have I been healed? She dared to touch her back with her hand, noticing that it wasn't hurting anymore. This is perfect. I don't have to stay longer than a day. That is good because I couldn't afford it anyway. She thought to herself before remembering the outfit she was wearing. Well this is annoying, I suppose I could try and leave in this. She thought to herself as she carefully removed the IV from her arm before removing the other equipment.
The machine screaming from her heart rate dropping scared the shit out of her. She jumped out of the bed from fright before realizing it was just the stupid machine. Noise could be heard from outside of her room and she moved towards the door before taking a chance and shifting into her German Shepard form. The noise of feet rushing the floor could be heard and she bolted out of the door, running passed a man in a white coat, whom she assumed was likely a doctor here. Hearing the man shouting for her to be stopped slightly frustrated her. She could hear the feet following behind her and she jumped up and pushed the door to the stairwell open before rushing down the stairs to try and make her escape.
There was an anxiousness that consumed Desmond as he silently leaned against the wall staring at his boots as though they would give him advice on how to converse with Zachary. Mere thoughts about the attractive angel doctor made the nephilim's heart fluttered in both delight and nervousness over interacting with him. The desire to overcome this attitude was heavy in the scout's list of wants, but Zachary was somebody who managed to connect into his little world. Furthermore, Desmond found the angel to be one he was capable of trusting despite the lasting stigma his mother had created those years ago. Hearing the nurse's approach startled the ginger away from his thoughts due to suddenly believing that perhaps his crush had arrived to speak with him. For only a mere moment was Desmond tense, it gradually dissipated with the realization it was the nurse.
The provided briefing of the woman's condition was partially a disappointment since prior he had an excuse to speak with Zachary. There was the flustered attitude that the scout could imagine vividly, but he still craved even a minuscule moment with the wonderful angel doctor. Mentally, Desmond kept track of the words that were mentioned, connecting them towards his theory of a possible Assembly of Phantoms attack. His thoughts were shortly interrupted by the sudden ruckus which drew the scouts attention. Noticing the rushing german shepherd alongside the words Zachary spoke made it obvious to the scout that the woman he brought in was a shifter.
"On it!" The nephilim responded quickly before going the direction the shifter had taken.
Instinctively, Desmond began to follow with intentions of catching the female shifter with determination to make his lingering around the hospital meaningful to the TRS. Discovering what happened to cause that burn was important, especially due to the possible link to the Assembly of Phantoms. If there was information that could be provided about the villainous organization, the ginger needed to obtain it. Even the smallest shreds of facts were required to assist in the efforts against the Assembly of Phantoms. The sinister attacks on citizens and constant threatening towards the world drove Desmond to attempt to run faster; his 9 years of scouting showing with his agility.
The nephilim followed her down the halls, watching her access the stairwell. That was when an idea entered Desmond's mind since the stairs were a cornering point. Instantly, the white light appeared as the ginger teleported to the bottom of the stairway. There was always the possibility of the young shifter retreated back upstairs where somebody who had heard Zachary could hopefully catch her. When he saw the german shepherd at the bottom of the stairs, the nephilim was quick to reach out in hopes of making contact to allow himself to teleport her back upstairs. Should he accomplish the act, Desmond prayed that this mysterious woman would not cause him further trouble.
Riley had made it to the bottom of the stairs, jumping up as she shoved against the door to force it open before running out. She hadn't expected him to be there when she had rushed out and she had ran right into him just to be touched and teleported. First off, no touchy.... She growled as she pulled away from Desmond, clearly upset that he had kept her from fleeing from the hospital. And second, now I have to run down those stairs again.... Ugh.... She was tempted to do so but instead she pulled away from Desmond just to shift back into her human form instead. "What is the big idea forcing me back on the top floor?" She asked, not meaning to take her anger out on Desmond but she wasn't interested in still being in this building.
A nurse had walked up to her and lead her back into the room, there was no point in arguing with the woman, if she wanted out she would just have to escape again when nobody was focused on her. The nurse had replaced the iv back into her arm when she finally got Riley to sit back on the bed. I'm not wearing that gown.... I'm staying in my own clothes and I want to leave. She thought to herself as she frowned out the window, the nurse had moved towards the room exit, inviting Desmond to go inside if he wished to do so, though it would be for the best if they wanted a chance of keeping Riley in the room.
Zachary got radioed that his patient was back on the main floor, stable in her room once more and he pushed the button to the elevator to force it to go back up. After a few minutes he exited and walked down the hall until he was once more in Riley's room. He glanced towards Desmond with a small smile on her face. "Thanks for bringing her back Desmond." He answered as he moved to the other side of the bed so that he could look at Riley who was still frowning at them. "I apologize for your uncomfortable stay, it looks like you had quite the burn on your back and there is also the concern for your health." He explained his reason for not releasing her from the hospital.
He moved away so that if Desmond had any questions for her, he could ask them. He just wanted to observe the woman from a distance to make sure that she didn't seem to appear under stress or at least to the point of having any worse health issues that he hadn't noticed yet. Seeing as Desmond had been the one to bring her here, he felt like it would be easier to let him ask all the questions, since it was possible that Riley had been attacked on purpose.
A moderate feeling of relaxation transcended over Desmond once he successfully made contact with the german shepherd and transported them back to her room. When the colours and general room layout was revealed, the nephilim calmed and granted the shifter her release as he pulled away to shake his hand. Touching was a despicable action, but it could be tolerated for short periods of time. For a few moments, his eyes flitted towards the hand that had made contact with the german shepherd, until the woman began yelling at him. His gaze lazily trailed back towards the female stranger with a careless countenance since he did not find the anger hurtful; in fact he lacked the care over somebody being furious at him.
"You're not done here. Nobody gave you clearance, plus I still need to speak with you," Desmond responded.
A silence came over Desmond as he watched the nurse tend to the female shifter. It currently appeared that the stranger did not have intent to fight the medical team, or at least for the time being. When he heard the sounds of footsteps closing in on the patient's room, the nephilim glanced towards the door. As Zachary entered the room, the ginger already felt his heart rate increasing and the small smile accompanied by the thanks sent it into a fit. As blush coloured his face, Desmond glanced away as anxiousness enveloped him instantly.
"N-no problem," he squeaked out.
The blushed increased immensely when the scout noticed the nervous, high-pitch of him voice. Conversing with Zachary was always difficult considering the handsome doctor always sparked the flustered emotions. Deep breaths were taken, extensive in length in hopes of soothing his heart palpitations. He listened to Zachary speak with his patient, apologizing and displaying his infamous kindness which was endearing to the ginger which caused his heart to flutter again. Once his heart rate calmed, Desmond moved closer to the shifter in order to inquire about what occurred prior to the pipsqueak attack and how she had acquired her burns.
"How exactly did you get those burns, if you don't mind me asking?" Desmond began politely. "I would especially like to know in case it connects to the Assembly of Phantoms. Any information about them is welcomed."
There were tones of courteousness to Desmond's voice as he spoke to the shifter in hopes it would prompt answering his questions. Nobody would desire speaking to an individual who acted in a loathsome behavior. As the nephilim spoke, his eyes remained locked on the stranger out of concern that a single glance at his beautiful crush would cause the palpitations and anxiety to return.
Riley gave Desmond an annoyed look before noticing the doctor walking in. They seemed to share some words and she looked away from them. The doctor had moved towards her and she looked over him with an annoyed look. "My health is always like this, can I go now?" Of course she would still have to pay for her visit but she wasn't about to tell the good doctor that she couldn't afford it. When the doctor had moved away from her she glared over at Desmond. "Oh that is right, your looking for information about the enemy..." She remembered that now that she could focus on his outfit and the fact Desmond had been one of the few scouts she had been stalking when he was on scouting duty. She wanted to know what TRS did and he was a good example of it. "If your asking if I was walking by and somebody in uniform attacked me, the answer is no." She wasn't sure if she really wanted to admit to being around the guy that was likely in the hospital having his hand treated because the lycanthrope had bit him to the point of damaging his hand permanently.
"Doc, you got a patient with a damaged hand yesterday. I was in that drama." She looked away because if the doctor was on shift he would likely know all about it. "I was minding my own business when I heard a scream, I headed towards a bar and some guy was attacking a lycanthrope and he turned on me so I defended myself. People came out of the bar, I wasn't one for being touched so I bite the guy trying to shove me away." She paused, thinking about yesterday made her still upset to think that somebody had the nerve to burn her when she was leaving. "That stupid moron threw a fire ball at me when I was leaving. Most likely because he thought I was the cause for the other guy's damaged hand when the lycanthrope had been the one to do it.? She looked away from Desmond. "Can I go now.... as you can see, nothing I told you appears to connect with that other group." She wasn't interested in staying longer in the hospital that the other guy was staying at.
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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.
