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!
How hard is it to put some damned signs? the receptionist at the hospital desk had said to take two lefts, a right, and down a flight of stairs. Here he was, in a dark hall, below ground, watching for the bathroom that you would THINK would be clearly labeled. He let out a primal grunt, that might have been mistaken for a large ape, if someone were listening from a distance.
He rounded a corner, and promptly smashed his thigh into the corner of a metal table, tilting forward with a crash, he opened his eyes to see a pair of glazed over eyes looking at him. The table he had struck, had flipped, dropping the corpse on it, onto his chest.
"Well this is just wonderful." He moved to get up and found he couldnt. Looking down, he saw that the table had flipped, and gotten wedged under the edge of a counter, successfully pinning him to the floor, because he couldnt move the table, unless he unwedged it, but his muscular frame, while powerful, was not so flexible as to be able to bend at a 120 degree angle with a three quarter twist. "I'm lost. And I'm stuck. shall we add a Terror Attack to this lovely cocktail of F*ckery?"
He laid back, he couldnt move the body, or the table. So, he just had to wait until someone came down here. Not like they left bodies outside of the freezer for long, right?
Humans were so unnecessarily obnoxious sometimes. Someone, a woman, had called in to her about an hour ago, and asked for John Doe #217 to be pulled so that she could come and examine the body and confirm John Doe #217 was deceased. Of course he was fucking deceased but still, Lisa Marie spent the 45 minutes of prep work that included sanitizing the morgue and cleaning, then pulled John Doe #217 from his cabinet and laid him out on the table. She had for once ran a bit late by thirty-five seconds.
It was just Lisa and John Doe #217 in the morgue tonight and she had patiently stood next to the table, facing the door, in her white lab coat, blush-colored, long sleeved, ribbed dress, her black gloves and a pair of black, stiletto Jimmy Chop's that had a golden snake, wrapped around her ankle for support. She had even pulled her hair into a loose braid to keep it from being in her way. And she stood there for fifteen extra minutes- despite her shift already ending- before her phone rang in her office.
She huffed moodily and walked across the morgue to the small, tucked away hallway, then to her office and picked up the phone. The conversation was short and the woman who had called in was doing so again- to say she couldn't make it and that she would show up tomorrow. Lisa hung up and sighed.
As soon as she had wished they had shown up, there was a crash and a bang that startled her. It came from the direction of the morgue and she walked her way back over-
A man had come in somehow, not only flipped the table and John Doe, but had gotten himself pinned underneath both and the counter was ensuring that he stayed down. At least she wasn't alone here anymore, but she walked over and scoffed. It was still more work to do before she could leave.
"Well, aren't we quite lost?" Lisa Marie asked as she went over- daintily and expertly stepping over what limbs she needed to, and tended to the table corner stuck under the counter. She rectified the event of it pinning the man and her corpse down, releasing them both, and she set the table aside so that it would be easier for her to move the corpse back onto it, and she moved to do just that.
"Lost isnt quite how i would put it. Try getting turned around in the Saharan Jungles. Well i guess you cant, since they dont exist anymore. But you get the idea."
He pushed the body upwards,to assist in getting it off the floor. He wasnt upset over the body landing on him. He'd had fully eviscerated corpses, still warm, and in some cases still twitching, tossed on top of him before. Once he was on his feet, he helped resettle the corpse.
"I will go ahead and apologize for that. Lady up at reception said the bathrooms were two lefts, a right, and down a flight of stairs. Well i did that, stairwell kept going down, no doors heading off at any other landing. If you could direct me to the restroom, i would greatly appreciate that."
He glanced at his clothes, which were lightly stained with whatever fluids had been on the floor. Nothing a bit of soap and water wouldnt fix.
Lisa nodded politely as he helped her then waited until he finished before asking, “Did she clarify that those were her lefts or to your left?” Lisa Marie asked before she avised,
“If you were sitting where she would be, then yes, the public restrooms would truly be two lefts, a right, and then down a flight of stairs.” She voiced before she concluded, “However, that would have been two rights, followed by a third right, and then down a flight of stairs.” She glanced at his clothes and offered up reluctantly,
“I have a private bathroom in here, you are welcome to use, and there is a sink you are also welcome to use to clean up; the bathroom has an extra lab coat hanging on the back of the door if that’s something you would like to address now.” She voiced but swiveled away from him and walked towards the small hallway she had come from and even opened the door to the bathroom for him.
It wasn’t marble and chrome, but it was tiled in soft grey with a drain in the center, the workings of a functional-but-bare-bones shower stall in the back left corner, white walls, a large toilet, and a white vanity sink with a small mirror; all illuminated by a white LED light overhead fan that she turned on for him. Oh. And an alone bottle of heavy-duty Febreeze on the corner of the vanity, opposite the foaming aloe handsoap that rested neatly the stainless steel faucet, near the toilet but above the half-full toilet paper roll. “You are welcome to it while I clean up.” She advised.
Xander glanced at her, something felt...off, but not dangerous. He shrugged, he worked alongside all kinds. He trusted his instincts.
"I'll take you up on that. Embalming fluid isnt something i particularly enjoy the smell of." He made use of the shower, washing his shirt at the same time. His canvas jeans would be fine, a heavy dosing of scented spray would cover them fine, his shirt, however, was silk, and the fluids used to preserve bodies would not be kind to it. Stepping out of the shower stall he pulled the lab coat over his bare chest, his shirt would need to dry before it could be worn, but his pants were fine.
He glanced at himself in a prep mirror and choked with laughter. He looked like a white coated Sephiroth from that game the trainees had been all hyped up over. It would have been perfect if he had a black wing or two. Too bad he was just an immortal human, and not a fallen angel.
He took up her offer and she had watched him walk off for a moment.
He had a nice ass, but there was something a bit… off about him. Lisa decided to get to working on moving poor John Doe #217 back to his cabinet since obviously he wasn’t important enough to the potential claimer. Humans were truly strange sometimes; they pack bonded or did not, and they were so fast and flippant to viciously ostracize the latter.
If she met other Liches… would they do the same to her? Would other immortals? The prospect of opening herself to the rejection, and being rejected, scared her.
“I guess we are similar.” She told the corpse, knowing he had been dead for a while, but she opened the door to his cabinet and pulled out the sliding tray for his body to lay on before she carefully transferred his body onto the tray and slid him back into his cabinet. Her phone chimed and she pulled it from her white lab coat pocket. It was from her ever-loyal apprentice.
[ Three have fallen. Twenty-seven remain. ] The text read and she frowned.
That meant that they had found and killed three of the liches she had made and decided to toss away, and how many remained. She had asked them not to do anything, to just- stay away. Another text came in,
[ One killed in a car accident, another decapitated, and another pushed out of a ten story window in regards to affair alligations. ] OH ok so essentially, they didn’t kill them. She tucked her phone away and went to her office, taking off her lab coat and opening a draw in one of several filing cabinets before pulling out a map for the hospital with labelled rooms, and set it on her desk. It would be good for him to have it so there was not such confusion next time.
It tickled and pleased her that he had been modest enough to ask for directions; men did not often do that.
Her assistant definitely didnt do it unless they absolutely needed to, they would rather do almost anything else even if asking for assistance was the fastest way. They would rather trace every ping on a cell tower and a packet than actually call the person if they had their phone number. Unless Lisa said otherwise. Speaking of, her phone chimed again. Another message from her apprentice.
[Have you encountered any other Liches yet, Mistress?] ...Why? Why was that so important to them?
Her apprentice was too clever and soo intelligent to think that something as simple as her meeting another Lich, would sway her decision to die once she had killed the ones she made. That… She wanted to put it out of her mind, however, as she thoughtfully tapped her phone to her lips, moments in time that reminded her of her apprentice not being entirely smart, came to mind.
Like the time they gave her a literal bottle of snake oil to help her with a cold they believed she had. OR the time they had had identified a kilo of cocaine as ‘powdered sugar’. OR the time they believed whole-heartedly- since someonehad told them- if a drinking bird was to not drink from their cup of water, or if their cup was empty, it would begin the Rapture, so they began obsessively ensuring the bird’s cup was always full until Lisa Marie disproved the theory. These were failure in their youth and they had grown but… boy, were they stupid sometimes.
Still, she sat in her office, keeping the door open so that should the man come out, a left turn of the head would give him a direct view of her- or at least a partial view- and she began clicking away on her computer keyboard to digitally record the incident of the table and the caller not showing up, to explain why she was in the office so late.
Xander managed to find his way to the office of the lady in question. He didnt say anything as he entered, but he did take the time to look around. there was a lot to see. Diagrams, textbooks. He spotted an ancient textbook, with a Greek title and couldnt help but chuckle, and mutter "Fool. Told him humans didnt look a thing like cows on the inside. Too damn full of himself to admit he was wrong."
He paused, realizing he had spoken aloud. Immortality wasnt that rare, but he still preferred to keep his state of life, and his age, a secret. It disturbed some people to realize they were talking to a 'real life caveman'. They tended to think he was slow witted afterwards, or enchanted to be smarter.
They rarely understood that, compared to his full blooded neanderthal father, he was quite stupid. His people had been stupid, by any means, they had just been resistant to change. Why try to improve something that worked just fine as it was?
He came in and he was looking about, but he came in as she was finishing typing and submitted the report before his eyes landed on a book, given to her- “Fool. Told him humans didn’t look a thing like cows on the inside. Too damn full of himself to admit he was wrong.”
Lisa took a moment to process it but when she was done she wondered if she heard him right. And replaying it she realized she did. And processing it again, she realized that he may have been an immortal and as it dawned on her- the possibility of it- she found herself somewhat excited which overpowered her fear not too long ago and she looked at him abruptly and blatantly blurted,
“Are you an immortal as well?” Lisa asked before she caught herself and covered her mouth after the slipping of her tongue, but then followed it up with,
“I’m sorry if I’m wrong; It would just be the first time I met another immortal if you were.” Lisa said with a smile but she produced her phone and texted out a message ot her apprentice-
[ I accidentally exposed myself. Please come and take care of it.] She wrote out and sent the message to her apprentice.
This was the natural and organic system they had developed between themselves, for almost her whole lichhood. It was too risky for her to involve herself in a fight, though she wasn’t against it, but her Apprentice vehemently insisted he handle all forms of offensive retaliation- including killing humans who found out she was immortal, by her slip up. There were clauses to this system as some more clever humans had caught on and tried to text her apprentice such orders before- so they had made a code word in the last two hundred years or so.
Lisa just hoped this was an opportunity to actually cancel the order for once.
Xander paused. She was also immortal? NBot that he hadnt encountered other immortal beings, but, they rarely looked so...human.
"As close to it as you can get, without being a god. I knew the Greek 'doctor' who wrote most of those early writings about the human body. I was old by then, already. Old Enough to have known the people behind most Greek myths. And Norse. I also knew Da Vinci, and he was as opposed to being corrected as the Greeks."
He stepped back, tensing a little. His instincts told him to be more wary, although there was still no direct threat, something was at least dangerous in an indirect sense.
"I dont know what exactly you might be, but i am no threat to you, so long as you are not a threat to me. I'd prefer we keep things...friendly."
Lisa was quite interested in his response. She was perhaps in awe. She didnt know others could look so… human either. When he advised he didnt know what she was, she advised openly,
“I would like nothing better than to keep things friendly; I am a Lich.” She advised and added, “I cannot afford to be confrontational or get into a fight; not that I am a pacifist, but because I could bleed out from a single cut or puncture.” Then she remembered her apprentice as her phone chimed with a message from them. [Understood. I can be there tomorrow.]
“Excuse me; these instances usually require my apprentice killing someone I tell, let me rectify that.” She advised as she texted her Apprentice back a single phrase: “The cake of the day is Strawberry Shortcake”. The message back was almost instantaneous with her sending the previous one out- [What? Mistress?]
She offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I must be cautious; I am Lisa Marie Chamberlain, by the way.” Lisa advised before offering the map to him, “Here is a map of the hospital for you; current as of this month. It should help you not get so lost next time.”
Xander nodded. "I'm no stranger to needing to keep things...confidential. Lich, eh? I've come across a few of your kind. they range from lazy, to murderous. All too human, for something said to be inhuman. Names Xander, or at least, thats the name i go by these days. I change it up every few hundred years, to keep it modern. I appreciate the map. Hopefully i wont have to visit the hospital too often. One of my Trainees decided to try and fight a Boggart on his own. Harmless enough, the boggart, until you cross it."
He paused. "Tell you what. I'm free, if you'd like to chat. It can be...lonely, living so long. i can maybe give you some pointers. I'd be willing to bet ive been knocking around the earth a little longer than you have."
She smiled, “Well, ‘Lisa Marie Chamberlain’ is my current name… I have only read about Boggarts and other immortals, whatever the humans write, but I have never actually encountered another outside of my Apprentice, before you.”
To his other offer, she thought a moment, wondering if it was also safe for her to interact with him, as she still didnt know what type of immortal he was but she nodded and took him up on his offer, “I hope that I also don’t have to see you too often in a professional manner… but I would enjoy some company and your advise. Do you have a phone number, Xander?” She asked as she picked up a small notepad from her desk and pulled a black gel-point pen from a wire mesh cup filled with other writing pens, ready to take the information down.
He offered a closed lip smile, an old habit from tens of thousands of years ago that still lingered. Never show teeth. Its Aggressive.
"Yeah, four aught nine, five nine, five aught. And if you cant reach me there, head to the TRS offices if its an emergency and just ask for me there. I run the training program, and cell reception isnt great inside the pocket dimension."
He blinked twice before adding, "Also, if you find yourself in need of...disposal, i could handle it. Lot of people die from surprise terror attacks. wouldnt be the first time ive dealt with...unsavory types by putting them among the victims of the Terrors."
Lisa opened the phone call portion of her cellphone up on the device and inputted the phone number into it and saved the contact, “TRS?” She echoed inquisitively and looked at him, “I… I don’t know much about them, hopefully, that is also something I can learn from you.” It seemed almost as if the more they talked, the less likely they would be to actually see each other or interact, but she did remember receiving an email about an upcoming event in the town.
“Is that the same organization that will be monitoring the Valentine’s Day event at City Hall?” Lisa asked, “Can I safely assume that if I were to go, you would be there as well, Xander?”
It was a chance, probably a slim one- since he said he was a trainer. To his offer of disposing bodies made her give a polite smile,
“I will keep you in mind should I need some assistance, even if I am not aware as to what ‘Terrors’ are yet.” Lisa frowned thoughtfully, “However, my Apprentice is… how do I say this politely?” She paused a moment to contemplate then added, “They are quite loyal, to the degree that me getting the assistance they could have provided me, infuriates them in a jealous-type of manner.”
She patiently concluded, “I do not want to assume what type of immortal you are, but I… I do not wish to cause problems in any capacity. As my Apprentice is more prone to anger and violence, I feel it is my duty and responsibility, to keep as low of a profile as I can.” She frowned again, “I would not wish to have to relocate, per se, after just meeting you.”
"I'm part of the plain clothes guard at the event. As for the kind of immortal i am, well, thats hard to say. I dont know if i should call it a gift, like others do, or a curse, like i feel it is sometimes. I'm human, but ive been alive so long, im not sure i can really still claim that."
He leaned against the wall, looking thoughtful.
"When I was born, my mother and father were thrown out from their respective Clans. My mother's people, well, those of you in anthropology would call them 'Early Homo Sapien'. My father, he was one of the Winter People. Or as you call them, 'Cavemen'. Neanderthals. I grew up hunting beasts that no longer exist. I was there for the domestication of the wolf, into Dog. Helped build the pyramids. Took part in the war between Sparta and Persia. Drank wine with Julius Caesar. Fought alongside Napoleon. when i fight in battle, my wounds do not heal. But when the battle ends, the wounds close up, and its as if they no longer exist. If you looked hard enough, you could find evidence of me in almost every Era."
His eyes darkened a little. "I've watched mankind rise. Seen it fall. Only to rise again. I've lost count of the times i lost my mind."
He wasnt sure why he felt safe sharing this with her, but perhaps it was because he felt like he needed to make her understand, that eh understood her desire to not have to change locations.
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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.
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