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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EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
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[attr="class","rileytalk"]In the aftermath of a harsh mission, somebody attempted to sought him out. Over the course of an early spring afternoon, Riley had traversed the slushy sidewalks of Lorsette to complete a given mission. Himself alongside a small team ventured through the melting snow to defeat a disguiser alongside its troublemaker goons. At the time, he remembered the adrenaline high as his strength was proven through the defeating of terrors and overall, the Assembly of Phantoms. He was carrying out the work taught to him by a woman years ago.
The work accomplished for the means of earning a wage for survival while successfully slipping through the claws of Butcher Field, however, now somebody requested his presence. The individual delivering the news informed him it was not a higher-up or somebody long-standing in the Lorsette branch... Rather it was somebody from Europe. The mention had resulted in a tenseness bunching up inside the unktehi as he wandered the corridors of the Terror Response Syndicate Headquarters. They gave no physical description, merely used acquired feminine pronouns and nothing more...
Thus, mask donned and concerns riffling through his mind, Riley marched towards the provided location of the meeting. The man would be lying if he spoke of lacking paranoia over the presented meeting... Butcher Field deserved not a penny of trust, and after spending centuries inside the gruesome, cruel and violent organization, Riley knew the lengths they would go. The man held out hopes that perhaps the circumstance involved a recently transferred apprentice. Yet, the Smiling Pariah prepared for the worse possible situation...
For a second, Riley had considered bailing and heading out to the next location willing to accept another elite. Unfortunately for the brunette, Lorsette gained importance to the masked elite hunter. While his sister perished in the streets of their home city, her grave lived here alongside a son she had during his absence. The longer-haired brunette was the only remaining family member considered worthy of connecting with and somebody Riley desired to protect. There was rockiness in their relationship because of Riley's callous pushing aside of his own emotions.
Then there was Nuka Nylund, the ward medic... A man he enjoyed spending time with and felt a genuine sense of attachment to because of their friendship. The amount of enjoyment Riley discovered around the angel was unlike anything else he experienced. Many left him behind, ignored him and were beyond uncomfortable around the man granted the moniker Smiling Pariah; he was an outsider, not worth a pennied thought. However, the ward medic willingly invested time into him from inviting him out to playful bantering between the pair... he needed to know where it would go.
Slowly, Riley moved through the hallways, approaching the final door to the outside world. The plan was to meet outside the TRS building, narrowly outside the door. A location seemingly away from wandering souls while still creating the comfort of minimal foot traffic and distant crowds. The door spoken overlooked the sparring grounds where hunters practiced and swords clashed, and given the weather, people would be around. Perhaps the individual enjoyed the notion of spring air, however, Riley's apprehensions led his thoughts elsewhere.
The unktehi reached the threshold, his hand pushing open the heavy exit door. Sunlight poured over his skin, minimal against his face because of the mask concealing his features. His eyes swept around the door, treading light as he waited to catch a glimpse of the individual who summoned him. Around his shoulders clung the TRS uniform, the garbs that identified him as an ally... for should his worries be correct, he wished for the defence of those he worked alongside. A distance away, people sparred in the dirt circle as a few onlookers watched and the quiet hum of individuals enjoying spring weather filled his ears.
Yet, in spite of spring's peaceful song, Riley continued to feel tense. Those emotions masked in feigned serenity as his mind prayed for nothing of worry... Nothing to rally violence and force the box of bad memories to split.
Recently the fire qilin’s thoughts have become dominated by a common theme, the well-being of the apprentice she had grown fond of. The man in question was tough and able to hold his own, there was no question in that at all. However, it had never stopped Hekate from worrying and wondering after him. Even when he had been in the beginnings of his training - he had displayed a natural combat awareness. A natural some would even say, though there was a chance he had already formed experience.
The warrior woman’s thoughts had lead her into consideration of a transfer, eventually taking to looking into where he could potentially be. What she could only hope though, is that she wouldn’t be overstepping boundaries by wanting to see his well-being for herself. Motherly instincts were not something familiar to the qilin, so she wasn’t quite able to put them under a label other than concern. It went against what she knew, that he was more than capable of defending himself.
Hekate had found her transference acceptance came easily, though it came as little surprise as elites were generally more than welcomed. The qilin was known through some circles quite well, someone who swung a lance through her enemies like a hot knife cutting through butter. She had headed many a successful mission, and so that had marked the beginning to her travel. She hadn’t known what she had been expecting, but Lorsette was where she ended up. It has been merely a few days passed since her arrival, as she adjusted to the changes made in her life.
Earlier today she had made the request for a meeting, knowing that just seeing him would put her concerns to ease. There was still a lingering hesitance at if she was intruding, but it faded behind a steely resilience. Many of the days after her initial arrival were spent learning more about the TRS members and location she had become a part of, as well as learning out more about Lorsette itself. Compared to where she had lived a majority of her life .... it was quite different.
Crystal blue eyes were cast towards the sky as she waited, reflecting on all the things that had lead her to this moment. To Lorsette itself; maybe even just down to her decision to request his presence. Some questions arose, such as if this was really her place to ask of anyone or if it was even the right thing to do. Drawing in a deep breath, she calmed her worries and quieted her reservations. It was already pushed into motion, it was far too late to step back now.
The clicking of the door drew crystal blue eyes, a sense of anticipation welling in her chest. Stepping out was the very person she had wanted it to be, and her concerns dropped away as if they hadn’t mattered. Hekate could only hope her presence wasn’t disliked, and that she would be a welcomed sight. It was almost as if it hadn’t been that long since she had seen him, and as far as she could tell he didn’t look worse for wear. Most importantly, he looked perfectly fine.
Hekate’s tail flipped easily behind her, perhaps a slight testament to her earlier case of nerves. Seeing him likely doing well like this, it served as a sense of easement for the battle-hardened woman. ”You look well... It seems that they’re treating you well.” There’s a slight smile quirking at the corner of Hekate’s lips, breaking her usual careful neutralism. ”I realize I should have probably made sure it was okay to be here first...don’t want to seem like I’m intruding.”
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
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[attr="class","rileytalk"]Followers were expected, specifically the type holding malicious intentions to their hearts. The unktehi wronged many, a single call making hundreds his enemy should they discover his traitorous actions. He expected nothing positive to tail his footprints from agency to agency. Unfortunately, there were no specifications to where the individual arrived out of either. Thus, the only method for Riley to confirm the identity of the individual was to discover the person himself. A deep breath was held as the crocodile pushed through the door.
Sunlight flickered into the unktehi's eyes as he opened the door, his blinking growing rapid. His feet shuffled forward, feet meeting the concrete of the outer walkway. The door slowly returned to its frame behind him. Gradually, his eyes adjusted to the light, where a familiar face was noticed by his green eyes. A woman stood outside the door, somebody Riley recognized with ease because of his familiarity and additionally the distinct features of the girl. The large, black horns branching from the woman's head between straight locks of blonde hair.
The countenance of Hekate Haven was more soothing than the potential dangers Riley believed. The breath was exhaled as calmness overtook the dirty blonde man. A small smile played across Riley's mouth at the sight of the familiar face. Slowly, his hand reached up, grabbing the bottom of the mask and bringing it up. The shade of the mask was removed, exposing Riley's face to his former mentor. His infamous mask dangled in his fingers, the Smiling Pariah freeing himself from the feature that provided him with his well-known moniker.
He nodded at her words about doing well. The unktehi had skidded past death and pushed through the harsh atmosphere of his workplace. Though when the qilin mentioned asking permission first, the former apprentice shook his head, a hand reaching up palm out to state 'stop'.
"Don't worry about it," the unktehi responded with a grin. "It's nice seeing you. How long are you here for, anyway?"
The brunette believed his qilin mentor was only in Lorsette temporarily. Any feelings of anger towards Hekate were difficult considering both had been close during his apprenticeship. For an extensive amount of time, Riley felt he had no parental figures, thus Hekate became the closest thing to a parent he gained. The presence of a major parental figure and educator in Riley's life could hardly dampen the unktehi's mood. However, concerns laid beneath his cheery exterior because of his mentor's discovery of his location.
Naturally, Hekate had access to TRS systems as a mentor alongside a connection that would allow her information to his present location. The concern derived from the amount of data gathered when she asked, specifically in regards to his unpredictable transferring. Through the years, Riley comprehended the suspicious nature of his consistent travelling and few laid down roots anywhere. Despite appearing comfortable in a location, he would pack himself and head to a new destination before finally landing in Lorsette.
While he could easily write everything off as adventurous spirit, his concerns geared heavily to the accessing of TRS information. Should his location be on the plate, anybody the unktehi held past transgressions with would inevitably discover him. Notions of being found made the crocodile's stomach churn, yet, his exterior exhibited the familiar smile and bright eyes associated with him. The true emotions were masked, bottled up and forbidden to seep out and the thoughts joining them for the time being.
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