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.
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Christina hadn't been in Lorsette very long but since she had started killing off TRS members to help the Terrors out, it seemed that each time she came across one they knew exactly who she was, mind you this was because she had killed TRS members in the past. She wore a white dress shirt with black slacks, already arming herself with daggers just in case she wanted to throw them instead of making ice knives before making her way out of the abandoned warehouse. Hmmm.... I can always count on hunters being near the Terrors but I'd love to figure out where they are all hunting.... I know how much they love showing off their uniform.... She could purr at the idea of having so much fun attacking and later killing them off. She hadn't been walking around the city long before she had found a few hunters, they had just finished killing off a Terror, the very thing she was meant to help at all costs.
Well, they think they won huh? She thought to herself with a grin on her face. The hunters had their back turned towards her, she crept up from behind them, creating water in her hands before freezing it into a knife. One had turned around and she stabbed him in the next before going to stab his buddy right next to him. She hadn't noticed the other hunter until he had already radioed in that they were being attacked by a purple haired chick. Well this will be fun, assuming that others come to aid them. She thought to herself before tossing the ice knife towards the last hunter, getting him in the side with it. "Aww, I seemed to have missed my target." She had meant to get him in the chest, she created another ice knife before rushing towards him to try and stab him with it. The radio wasn't exactly low, she had heard the comment being spoken on the other end and she moved to the dead hunters one at a time to touch the ice knife to form them back into water so that she could reuse them for ice knives later on.
I'm not sure which direction to expect them to come from, so I might as well find a wall and lean against it. At least then I won't have to worry about them trying to hit me from behind. She moved towards the city hall wall before leaning against it as she waited for the other hunters to show up.
Roland was off duty. Roland was also hungover. And he forgot his radio.
He was dressed in crisp, somehow unwrinkled black jeans, a white t shirt, and his favorite red leather duster. He also had a massive revolver, chambered in .457 magnum, holstered at his waist. Any normal human who tried to fire that, without enhanced strength or durability, would break their hand, wrist, and probably their shoulder too. For a Lycan, it was no more painful than firing a .45.
He left the liquor store, bottle of expensive scotch in one hand, and a pack of all natural, additive free cigarettes in the other. He managed to get one into his mouth and light it, then put the pack into his magical pocket. Zephyr had made it for him, the whole duster was made from Wyvern Hide, thus held magic charm easily. the nearly infinite pocket contained God Only Knew how many empty packs and used up lighters.
He rounded a corner and spotted the dead Hunters on the ground. He raised an eyebrow, noting the knife wounds, but lack of any scent of metal having been used. Then he turned and spotted and the girl. Damn, she was a sight to behold. The eyes were certainly the most stunning thing in his opinion.
"Well then. You dont look shocked to see these dead bodies, i guess that means you have something to do with...how they ended up dead. Normally i would have to kill you, for the simple fact you killed people i am obligated to work with. But since you're pretty, ill let you go if you see a movie with me."
Christina noticed the guy rounding the corner, but he seemed too focused on the dead hunters to pay any mind to her. Though he turned and finally took notice of her. "Why would I be shocked? With Terrors running around it is very easy for a person to get used to such a site, besides it wouldn't do anybody any good to scream. It would only give them your location so that they can find you later." She shrugged her shoulders when he threatened her but moved off the wall when he assumed that she had been the one to kill those hunters. Before flirting with her instead of fighting her. So this is what it is like to be flirted with when your trying to keep your focus. That is interesting and somewhat distracting. Just means I'll have to do it more often but I don't think it will earn me brownie points if I try it on him, I'm willing to bet he'd take me seriously.
She rolled her eyes at his flirtatious remark. "First you accuse me of killing them and now you want to go on a date with me? I'm not sure if I should be offended or flattered." She lifted her hand to her forehead as if she was trying to suppress a headache. "How about neither." She answered back after a moment, creating water in her hand before freezing it into a knife shape. "Either your very foolish to come out here or your apart of TRS, which is it?" She wouldn't waste her time killing a citizen unless they got in her way or if she was assigned to kill them off by her group.
"Well for starters, you smell like blood. and not like you just touched it after finding the bodies. For another, no matter how used to the sight of dead people you might be, if you had just found them, you would still have trace amounts of fear scent on you. You can fool a human's eyes, but you will never fool a Wolf's Nose."
And of course she had to say no to the idea of a date. Well that was about standard, not exactly unusual for him to be turned down like that. but, he wasn't one to give up easily.
"Hmm? Well i have been called a special kind of moron, on several occasions. But i am part of the TRS. Although, im not what you call a 'Rank and File' kind of Hunter. I prefer to work alone, for starters. and ive fought bigger, badder, and tougher things than you."
He lifted the half mask, to show the deep scars running down the right side of his face, the scar tissue tugging his eye into a shape that, if he were let it show all the time would look as though he smirking constantly.
"Compared to the Lycan that did this, you are not very awe inspiring. But then, maybe im wrong, maybe theres something about you, that is absolutely terrifying."
He took a long drag on his cigarette, burning almost the entire thing in one go.
Christina shrugged her shoulders to Roland. "Fine, I killed them. What do you plan to do about it?" She asked, daring him to take action. She shook her head slightly, it almost sounded like he was down talking her. Though it was annoying that she was on TRS most wanted, it was annoying to have to decide on if she believed if he knew exactly who he was talking to or if he mistaken her for just another pretty face. "That is your mistake than." She promised, looking at Roland when he lifted his mask for her to see the other half of his face. "I suppose there is only one way to find out." She commented back, somewhat annoyed that he was underestimating her.
How should I go about killing him? I have the option to killing him with my knife but I think it would be much more fun to lead him to a Terror to have them kill him instead. She thought to herself, clearly interested in stalling this possible fight. "I'll have to be sure to find that Lycan and recruit him for our side then." She grinned, "I'd hate to steal their kill, after all." She could careless about stealing another person's kill, she just wanted to see if the comment would bother him or not. He just seemed to confident in his ability in fighting her and she wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face first.
"Hmm, i dont plan to do much of anything about you killing them. See, those idiots, the ones you killed there? They tend to run away from a fight if they aren't 100% sure of victory. A real blight on the name of all decent Hunters really. I suppose i should punish you. But where is the fun in that? Well unless that happens to be your idea of fun. It isnt mine, but hey, everyone has their own idea of what a good time is."
When she talked about recruiting the lycan who defaced him (haha) he bean to laugh, having to wipe an authentic tear of mirth from his face.
"Well, if you have a necromancer or two among your little helpers, you could probably do that. After he clawed me, i put him down like the rabid dog he was. Just like i put down the two brutes who killed my aunt her and family."
His tone was almost mocking, but was also holding hints of actual amusement. There were two reasons that Roland worked alone. One was that he simply worked better that way. The other was his fellow TRS hunters tended to find him more than slightly unhinged. It didnt help he had a strong opinion about Hunters who were killed while on duty. Namely that they deserve it for biting off more than they could chew.
Christina couldn't help but roll her eyes at his comment. She may have chosen to be a Phantom instead of a TRS member but she was all about teamwork, it didn't matter who the person was so long as they were on her side she would defend them or dye trying. This guy, it sounded like he was apart of TRS but he wasn't a team player, it just meant if she tried attacking him he wouldn't like have any backup, not unless there was somebody out there willing to put their life on the line for him when it sounded like he didn't plan on returning the favor. Hmm, if he killed the lycan that did that too his face I think it would be a waste of time to bring him back. I also don't see a point in admitting that I know some reapers with that power on hand... She thought to herself, appearing to not be amused by his sudden laughter.
"Hmmm so many options...." She seemed to be pondering it. It wouldn't be any fun to kill somebody that isn't going to have any helpers come by.... though I really can't leave him alone either, he might just be bull shitting me and care about them after all. She defrosted the hand in her hand so that it would form back into water, having finally made up her mind on what exactly she would do with him. "If you have no interest in taking action for me killing them, than I don't see any point in wasting anymore time with you." She wanted to see if he would shoo like a good boy or if she would have to attack him after all. The last thing she needed was for him to hold her up for some other TRS members to find them and attack her all at once.
"Ah well, you see, i dont plan to act against for what you did here. But, i am very selfish. and i think you are rather pretty. Of course, im not the sort to force a lady along with my whims, but, i also dont think i can just let you walk away."
He stepped out into the clearing, he kicked the hilt of a broken sword across the ground.
"One of Zephyr's. Thats surprising usually his stuff outlasts the hunters using it. Hmm, heh."
He turned and looked at her, a goofy grin on his face, and a spark in his good eye.
"Strong women are really a turn on you know. Tell you what, lets make a deal. Five minutes. If you can land a solid hit, drawing blood, within five minutes, I'll let you walk away. If you cant...i get to have one of female friends dress you up like a doll for the rest of the day."
His grin was goofy still, but held a menacing tone to it. As if the smile were coming from a true wolf.
Christina rolled her eyes at the guy standing in front of her. "That is just too bad." She answered him back, clearly not interested in staying longer than necessary. The guy stepped into the clearing, kicking the hilt of a broken sword that just so happened to be laying on the ground. She stayed quiet when he made the comment, clearly she had been the cause for the sword being broken in the first place but she didn't care to blurt that statement out to him. His suggestion had caught her by surprise and she found herself slightly flustered from embarrassment until he had suggested his female friend dressing her up as a doll if she failed to land a hit on him.
"I'm too busy for your games." It wasn't that she believed she couldn't land a hit on him, she just wasn't interested in staying around anymore and his suggestion was childish. Besides if she got stuck being around him, there would be no telling how long she'd have before other TRS members would notice and try and take her in. I have places to be and people to kill, I don't have time to linger around here any longer. She thought to herself, slightly annoyed that it almost sounded like he hadn't given her a choice in the matter. Only one way to find out, she turned her back to him and started running away.
Roland started laughing as she refused him, however when she started to walk away, his laughter stopped, and he drew and fired a round from his custom pistol.
The charmed lead slug slammed into a pick up truck, leaving a hole the size of a bowling ball in its side, and lifting the 1 ton vehicle onto its two passenger side wheels for a moment.
"I might be a womanizing drunk, but i do have a reputation to uphold as an Elite Hunter. I told you, if you land a hit on me in five minutes, you can walk away. That doesn't mean you can just walk off. You have two options, girly. Take my offer, or make a better one."
His visible eye showed a hard, sharp anger.
"I might not be the sort to get angry over a few dead comrades. But, you had the Gall, the NERVE to come to MY city and cause trouble. I'm not a guy who holds grudges, you make things right, we can be, if not friends, at least respectful enemies. But you disrespect me, and i have no use for you."
He kept his pistol aimed at her.
"We really arent different. Not really. We happen to have slightly different views. You think your way is the right one, i think my way is. But really we both have the idea, just different figure heads."
Christina had heard his laughter come to a stop but she hadn't counted on him to have the new to shoot towards her, missing only to hit a pick up truck. She stared at the hole for a moment before turning her head to look back at Roland just to glare at him. "I don't leave scratches, either I kill or I don't." She answered him back, clearly annoyed that he planned on taking up anymore of her time. She held feelings of wanting to kill him for keeping her from leaving as she had felt when he had first showed up, but it seemed to her that he would likely plan on taking her easy, not that it would matter since she would have another TRS death on her hands, but at the same time if he was as good as he claimed she didn't want to have to put up with his bull shit on her having to play dress up. She lost the glare at his next comment, he wanted them to be respectful enemies?
She couldn't believe he had the nerve to say such a thing to her, furthermore he had claimed to call her useless. She would just have to teach him a thing or two about pissing her off. Before she had a chance to make a comment, he stated his assumption and she once more found herself frowning over at him. "I don't care which way is right, i'm only in it for the money. Though we both know that Zeredah is going to win. Though i suppose we can agree that TRS has an ugly uniform." She didn't care if the comment ran the risk of pissing him off. All she cared about was killing him or having him get out of her way. "So let me get this straight, all I have to do is kill you and than I can continue causing trouble in your city? Does that about sum it up?" She stood her ground, waiting for him to either shoot her or stop pointing that damn gun in her direction.
"If you can kill me, you can make me into a rug for all i care. But im not that easy to kill. As for who wins? Well, dont think it much matters myself. The way wars like this tend to go...Only the angels and Demons and their ilk will really be around to see who wins. Those of us who dont have ten thousand year life spans will be dead, one way or another, long before this conflict is over."
He kept his pistol ready, but no longer pointed it at her.
"Tell you what, I'll give you a handicap. I wont change during the 5 minutes. After that, if you want to still fight, I'm going to shift into my Lycan form."
Christina had half a mind to kill him and be done with it, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to spend any extra time with him. To her, he seemed somewhat crazy. If he wanted her dead, he should have done it already. "Make up your mind, either you want me to kill you or you don't." She changed her mind, the only thing she wanted to do right now was get away from him. The whole reason why she thought of trying to kill him in the first place was because he threatened to dress her up as a doll. Her phone went off, she glanced at it see that she got a message from her assassin leader. "Well as fun as it was to stand around and chat, I've decided I'll kill you some other time." A thought crossed her mind, if she really badly wanted to get away from this guy, she would be left with no choice, having a Terror attack him because he wasn't likely to let her go willingly. Time to find myself a Terror.
Christina rolled her eyes, figuring that if she wanted to make it out of here alive she was going to have to find herself a Terror that could at the very least distract him long enough to make her get away. She would allow him to believe he was nice enough in giving her a five minute head start, bolting from him. To her luck, she had found a Terror in sight, passing it she kept moving, counting on him to handle the Terror before following after her since he was a good TRS member, putting the citizen's first over a little arrest for a wanted person like her.
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