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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[attr="class","ayab-text"]Ziyanda Blane had gotten into her fair share of trouble, and she didn't always understand why, but she knew that this was by far the worst. As she stood with the cool, smooth surface of a police phone in her hand, she wasn't sure what to do next. She was supposed to dial a number, but she didn't know whose. [break][break] It had all started during lunch. There wasn't anything good in the cafeteria so she'd decided to go off campus instead. Her path to a nearby store brought her through a back ally she'd passed through a million times. This time there was something different though. Words, spelled out in red and green paint. What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh!. A fish was painted in the background. She reached out curiously and touched the border between the red and green of the font. Unfortunately, it was still very wet and clung to her fingers. She wiped the paint on her pants and glanced around for whoever had done it. They had to still be nearby. [break][break] Then there was a sharp voice cutting through her thoughts and she turned to see a blue uniformed man. "You! Stop right there!" [break][break] Ziya smiled in what she thought was a very polite gesture. "Officer! Someone did this. Recently. You should go try to find out who." she said. She was just as curious to find out who as she was sure he was. They probably had different reasons though. He would want to arrest them while she just wanted to know who had such a good sense of humor. [break][break] "Don't mock me, kid. You're coming back to the station with me." he said coldly. His glare was unflinching and she had to wonder what, exactly, he meant. She glanced behind her, but there was no one else he could have been talking to. [break][break] Ziya's eyes widened as the officer stepped forward, cuffs in hand. "Me?" she asked, genuine shock in her voice. She reviewed her actions in her mind, but she was pretty sure she hadn't done anything wrong. [break][break] "Yes you. You literally have paint on you, and I'm not an idiot. Come on, easy way or hard way, it's up to you." She'd stayed quiet after that. It was uncharacteristic of her, but police officers scared her. Especially when they thought she was guilty. Words kept coming to the tip of her tongue, but something stopped them from coming out. The officer was unreasonable as it was. She didn't want to annoy him. [break][break] Now she was expected to call someone to pick her up and her mind had gone blank. She should have been in class. No one would help her no questions asked. If the big scary police guys were blaming her everyone would take their side. It wasn't like she had the best track record for knowing when she'd stepped in it. [break][break] Ziya took a deep breath and punched Adonai's number into the phone. He would be the toughest, but she was innocent. Once she convinced him of that, everyone else could just fall in line. If she could convince him. Surely she could. He wasn't unreasonable and he had to be able to see that. Still, as the phone rang she felt a gnawing in her stomach. [break][break] "Dad?" she said when the ringing stopped, her voice coming out in a whisper. She tried again. She wasn't known for faltering, and she wasn't going to start now. "I need you to listen to me all the way through before you say anything!" she said, voice a bit firmer now. "I need you to pick me up. I'm at the police station. I..." She shook her head and took another deep breath, not sure where to go from there. How could she pose this so she didn't look guilty? "I can't explain over the phone. But don't be mad! I didn't do anything wrong! A-and if I was lying I would have called someone else so really you should believe me and not be upset. I swear I'm really not in the wrong here! Well... the police guys think I am but it's not true! I just wanted food. Which I didn't get by the way! Can you bring a bag of pretzels or something?"
[attr="class","coblyrics"]i managed to survive every war now give me peace
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Work progressed slowly as Adonai gathered the information for the bounty hunters of the Hallow Order. As an informant, the green-haired man assisted with the off-field affairs of the organization. Softly, Adonai clicked his tongue as his eyes glanced over the files he possessed over the criminals on their radar. Every file was placed into the alphabetical slots of Adonai's desk. The entire section consisted of active files, the information carefully locked away at the end of each day to avoid the leaking of confidential files.
Once completed compiling the additional information to a recent file, Adonai slipped it into the drawer. The quiet ticking of the clock echoed through the green-haired man's office. Every minute was being counted down to the merman's work day. As files were compiled and placed away, a ringtone echoed from his device. The phone was placed off to the side since as a father, Adonai preferred having his phone nearby in case of emergencies. With Nitzan being a more field-oriented worker in the Hallow Order, it only added further sense to the action.
The ringtone and number were familiar as his daughter, Ziyanda's, name popped up. Confusion flickered in Adonai's green hues as he remembered how his daughter should be in school rather than calling him. Considering her tendencies to not pay attention during class, Adonai's suspicions only grew higher as he grasped the device. He answered the phone, and before he could speak, his daughter's voice hit her ears. The mention of his moniker only confirmed that Ziyanda was intentionally trying to contact him as opposed to one of her friends.
"Yes? Ziyanda, why are you calling?" He asked, realizing it was something beyond an accident.
The falter in her voice led to concern invading his. These circumstances with his pun-centric daughter were peculiar and the abnormal behaviour meant there was a genuine reason for his worries. Nothing prepared Adonai for the words to leave his daughter's mouth. The father had prepared to listen, noticing as her voice turned more firm... However, the merman's thoughts went downhill the second he heard the police station. The informant's expression dropped instantly, disappointment drawing over his countenance.
The father leaned back, his open hand reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose. His daughter was arrested by the police and required him to pick her up. As the request for food reached his ears, a long sigh escaped his lips.
"You... are at the police station?" There was a fatherly sternness to Adonai's voice. "Ziyanda, you better have a good explanation for this, or else you, your other father and myself are going to have a long discussion. As for food, we will figure that out afterwards, Ziyanda;"
The serious nature of Adonai's voice made it evident the merman was displeased with the circumstance. Especially considering Nitzan, being a field worker, would be difficult to contact immediately. Thus, it left the office-bound informant in the position to pick up Ziyanda and speak with the RCMP before filling Nitzan in afterwards. Nonetheless, there were no other options than leaving work, thus while speaking on the phone, Adonai returned the files to their drawer and worked gathered his items.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ziya frowned at the tone in her father’s voice. There was no question about it, he was pissed. Personally she thought that was a little unfair. It wasn’t like she’d been drinking or doing drugs or anything bad like that. She wasn’t even sure what they thought she was doing. They’d told her, but she thought it was ridiculous so she’d forgotten the specifics. [break][break] She did her best to keep silent through her father’s speech. For once she knew she was in trouble and she didn’t want to press her luck too much. ”I didn’t do anything!” Ziya argued when he was quiet. ”Its all... I don’t even know!” she groaned. None of this made sense to her. She felt like screaming or pounding on a wall, but she knew that wouldn’t really do anything. If anything it might get her in more trouble since these people seemed to be set off by any little thing. [break][break] She huffed a breath and tried again ”Its some sort of misunderstanding. I really did nothing wrong.” There was a bit of a whine in her voice and her eyes had started to water, but she didn’t notice. This was all so unfair. She had just wanted food and now her dad was mad at her. What she’d said was true too. If she’d actually done anything wrong she wouldn’t break the news by calling him at work. She’d get a friend to help her out and then ease him into the news later. She wasn’t completely irresponsible. [break][break] As the tears began to actually choke up her throat, Ziya felt the need to hug her father, but she couldn’t do that until he got here, saw she was completely innocent and the police were fools, and stopped being mad. She wiped the wetness away from her eyes and sat down on a hard, cold bench. ”I know I’m in trouble just please come? I’m scared.” she muttered.
[attr="class","coblyrics"]i managed to survive every war now give me peace
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Adonai despised assuming his children would enter the world of illegal involvement, however, given the circumstance he could not automatically assume innocence. Teenagers at times accomplished troublesome actions and while a majority managed to avoid the shaky steps of illegal actions, it was not entirely removed from the realm of possibilities. As a single handheld his phone to his ear while his other plucked the items from his desk and gathered his windbreaker jacket. Thoughts aplenty rummaged through Adonai's head as he attempted to organize himself.
Compared to the mundane problems of life, a child being apprehended by the police was a rarity. Hastily, a plan of action formulated in the merman's mind as a timeline of his plans forged. He would provide his boss with a quick heads up about there being a family emergency, perhaps divulging a few details for transparency, before heading to the RCMP office. Inside the depths of his mind worried linger. Endless concerns about what got Ziyanda arrested initially being thrown about his head without an ounce of hesitation.
If anything, the father of eight was attempting to keep himself positive, alas, being told one of your more rambunctious children was arrested left ill feelings. The younger merperson was a sociable, friendly girl, thus, Adonai could believe in the possibility of being mixed into the wrong crowd or perhaps a thoughtless moment of teenage rebellion. However, the edge in his voice derived from fear rather than anger. Naturally, criminal actions committed by his children would manifest a sense of lingering disappointment, but the repercussions of said actions resulted in the fear crawling up his neck.
Nobody wanted their child to end up hooked on the adrenaline of criminal action or embraced by cold, metal cuffs. The informant desired to witness his children prosper. Everything he dreamed of arrived with family, from a loving husband to plenty of beautiful, incredible individuals he raised alongside him. Thus, as the whine panged against his ears followed by the hush squeak of a tear-choked throat, a sigh escaped his lips. The exhale came gently as his tense muscles eased for a moment and he blinked back into reality.
"... I will, Ziya, just sit tight. I'll be there soon, alright?" The father spoke softer. "I'll talk to you soon, love you."
As the words left his mouth, he paused, assuring their conversation was finished before hanging up. The device returned to his pocket as he pushed open his office door. His finger flicked off the lights, the door was closed and locked behind him as he set out to the Lorsette RCMP station.
--- Time Skip ---
After providing his boss with a notice, Adonai had hopped into his vehicle and headed to the Lorsette RCMP station. The station was placed in the Western region of Lorsette. A magnificent building with RCMP vehicles lining the back exit. In the main parking lot were a handful of varying vehicles alongside a professionally crafted sign lingering outside the door. His arrival to the building was greeted with a soft frown across the green-haired man's countenance. He never expected to enter the station beyond anything related to standard business procedures.
As an informant, Adonai regularly received information from the RCMP branch, specifically related to wanted convicts and previously committed crimes by wanted felons. Otherwise, he possessed little involvement with the organization. Other individuals within the Hallow Order handed in their bounties, thus, Adonai kept a fair distance. Slowly, he exited his vehicle, green eyes locking onto the government-owned building. Brisk strides carried him around the vehicle and closer to the front door of the RCMP branch.
He entered the double glass doors of the building and into a relatively large reception area. Quietly, the merman approached the front desk with the slightest hint of nervousness in his mind.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for my daughter, Ziyanda Blane," the father asked quietly.
The green-haired man never expected himself in this circumstance, alas, he stood in front of the light-brown desk, answering a receptionist's questions as she contacted the individuals in charge of Ziyanda and the holding cell.
[attr="class","ayab-text"]Ziya nodded in response to her father then, realizing he couldn't pick up on that over the phone, said "Thank you. Love you too." Then she flipped her phone shut. She wasn't sure what to do now. Waiting had never been her strong suit. [break][break] Collywobbles formed in her stomach, chewing at her insides. This was one of the few times she knew she'd done something wrong. He should be yelling at her. Instead he was keeping his cool, which was almost worse. This had never happened to her before - a real accomplishment considering her reckless tendencies - and she didn't know what to expect. Had calling Adonai first even been the right move? If she'd gone to a friend she probably could have kept out of trouble. [break][break]
She brushed the thought away. It was too late to consider lying, and she'd never liked being dishonest anyway. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, determined to wait like that, but it only took a few minutes before she couldn't stand being still and began pacing around the cell. She hated being alone with her thoughts, and the place was surprisingly quiet. [break][break]
She wiped away the wetness that had formed in her eyes. She was pretty sure she would be alright if she had someone in here to talk to, and loneliness was no reason to be upset to the point of tears. Still, the walls felt too tight around her and she wanted out. It felt like she was in a cage. [break][break]
Maybe it would have been better if she could stop thinking. Her mind was always a whirlwind and when there was nothing to focus those thoughts on it could be unbearable. She huffed and sat down again. She'd been told about meditation on many occasions and, although she was almost certain it wouldn't work, now was better than most other times to give it a try. [break][break]
She pulled her knees up to her chest and tried to focus on her breathing. Of course, it took her all of five seconds before that was too mundane to bare. She wrapped her arms around her torso, noting how hungry she was. She really wished they'd at least let her get lunch before this. She frowned at the thought. She really ate a lot. Too much, some might say. She briefly wondered whether that was a problem, then brushed it aside. Thinking about food wouldn't make her any less hungry. She needed to focus on something else. [break][break]
She fixed her eyes on the stone walls, tracing the cracks and curves with her gaze and imagining the bumps created some sort of image. Her mind connected a few bumps into a laughing man near the edge of the stone. The line between the two stones had cracked him up. [break][break]
She managed to keep her mind occupied through the pun rabbit hole her mind went down, and she was still laughing to herself when footsteps approached. The officer that walked in looked at her like she was a bit crazy, bit she didn't pay that any mind. "Heya officer," she greeted with a smile. "What's up?" [break][break]
He didn't seem to return her enthusiasm. "Your father's here to pick you up," he responded gruffly, pulling out a ring of keys and shoving one into the door. [break][break]
"You don't sound awfully upset to see me go," she muttered with a wry smile, but the apprehension from before had returned. Whatever had stopped him from being mad at her earlier, whether it was setting or worry, was about to vanish. Nonetheless, she didn't waste a second stepping out of the cell. She never wanted to be here again. "Dad!" she grinned as soon as she saw Adonai. She rushed up to him but resisted the urge to hug him. She didn't know how much he'd been filled in yet or what he thought of this situation at all.
[attr="class","coblyrics"]i managed to survive every war now give me peace
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Inside his gut, emotions stirred as subtle feelings of anxiety pinpricked across his neck and shoulders. Few details were provided over the phone, leading to endless, almost suffocating concerns surrounding Adonai the longer he waited in the main reception area. Never had he expected himself captured in this situation, trapped in the RCMP lobby waiting for an officer to review the details of his daughter's alleged crime. In his head, Adonai prayed to Enki, the stopper of their foolish, treacherous war that everything would be alright.
Thoughts pondered how he would break the circumstance to his husband, Nitzan. His husband deserved to be aware of everything that happened, from Ziyanda being arrested to the crime committed. A soft sigh escaped Adonai's lips as he gently chewed on the inner lining of his lip. After the childhood unravelled by the cruelty of his parents, the green-haired man wished to provide better to his children. Alas, every variable could not be controlled by the concerned father. Children required freedom, and he was beyond aware of the notion.
From the back hallways arrived a man dressed in the traditional RCMP uniform. The darker colours of the vest and pants covered a majority of the man, with the lighter blue sleeves narrowly peeking out. After the initial greetings and handshake, Adonai followed the officer into one of the private rooms for a small discussion and explanation.
----- Time Skip -----
The father of many was infuriated by the information the officer shared alongside the pictures. Across one of the school walls in red spray paint existed a pun. The notion of vandalism consisting of a punny phrase failed to condemn Ziyanda, however, the convenience managed to. Painted steadily across the brick walls of Lorsette High School was the pun his daughter told in the morning prior to school. The green-haired man desired to believe in the possibility of Ziyanda not being entirely at fault, at some type of persuasion taking place...
However, the crime was accomplished, thus, Adonai required his daughter to undergo the repercussions of her actions. The merman was hopeful the young woman's time in a holding cell would result in her avoiding any further incidents. The father returned upfront as he waited for the officer to fetch his daughter. The father's disappointment had boiled over, and he was already planning a suitable punishment for the actions. Footsteps reached Adonai's ears as the officer returned with his daughter, the wide grin followed by the cheer resulting in a soft sigh.
"Ziya," his voice held a firm edge. "What in Enki's name were you thinking? You know better than to spray paint a wall. Now c'mon, you will be cleaning up your mess and I want you to tell me what happened."
The green-haired man gestured for his daughter to follow. There was a stone gaze to his eyes as the father worried himself with the actions accomplished by Ziyanda. He wanted to believe Ziyanda accomplished no crimes, alas, it appeared she was caught redhanded.
[attr="class","ayab-text"]When Ziya saw her father's face she knew things most certainly weren't alright. He was disappointed. She hated it when he was disappointed. She'd rather he be angry with her. At least she'd know how to handle that. She'd be in trouble and then it would go away with time as long as she didn't repeat her mistake. But disappointment was different. Disappointment meant she had to prove herself for the future. Even if she knew it was misplaced, it weighed down on her. [break][break] He motioned for her to follow, but she didn't move right away. Suddenly the dread in her stomach had been replaced by anger flowing like a venom through her veins. He thought she was lying. The very idea of her father not trusting her to be honest hurt like a physical ache in her chest. She almost wished she was lying so there was a reason for the shame that washed over her. It wasn't fair. She didn't understand why he believed the officers over his own daughter, especially when she'd made a point of mostly avoiding lies. [break][break]
"You already made up your mind not to believe me - that I'm guilty?" she asked incredulously. "How could you think I'd do that? Why do you think I'd do that? What reason could I possibly have to paint the side of a building during the time when I was allowed to be eating when I don't even like paint in the first place? I don't think I'd know how to use spray paint if I tried." She may have been making a scene with her raised voice, but Ziya didn't notice any gazes her outburst attracted. No one else here mattered. They were completely insignificant next to making her dad believe the truth. "I didn't do it. How can you not take my word for that?"
[attr="class","coblyrics"]i managed to survive every war now give me peace
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[attr="class","cobbody"]The evidence was nearly impossible to refute the evidence provided by the police department. Furthermore, Adonai's experiences with the pun-making girl only increased the likelihood. The pun written across the wall was the exact pun stated by Ziyanda at the morning's breakfast. Then the damning evidence was the can of spray paint perched in the green-haired woman's hands upon her discovery. She was, ironically, caught red-handed in the act of painting, or at least, the aftermath of it. There was nothing liberating Ziyanda from the truth of the circumstance.
There was little that could be done to alter Adonai's perspective of the situation. The evidence against Ziyanda was piled up high, beyond what the green-haired man could believe. A frown played against his face as his daughter argued the notion and began making a scene. A gentle sigh breathed through the merman's mouth as he listened to the young woman. He could not provide her with the motive, however, he knew Ziyanda could be influenced by others. Teenagers desired to fit in, therefore, it was possible she accomplished the act.
His eyes locked onto his daughter as his frown remained. The merman shook his head, crossing his arms.
"Ziya... The pun on the wall was the one you told this morning, how am I supposed to believe it's not you?" The informant explained. "I can believe somebody putting you up to that, but I cannot believe you had nothing to do with it."
He explained his reasoning in hopes his daughter would relent. There was every possible his daughter did not act alone in her crime, thus, he wanted to give her the opportunity to admit to everything. If anything, he wanted to hear it from his guilty daughter. At least then he could work from there to instill morals into one of the children he worked hard to raise.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ziya blinked at her father, not quite sure how to respond for a moment. He seemed so calm and rational, even though what he was saying made no sense. He was supposed to be the one that believed her when she was telling the truth, whether that truth was good or bad. “I told a lot of puns this morning. You really think that’s the one I would chose to paint?” she scoffed incredulously. “Dad, I’m not lying! No one put me up to it because I didn’t do it. In fact, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong today at all. I went to all of my classes, well before they dragged me down here anyway, and I even paid attention to what they were saying. All I wanted was lunch and now I’m in trouble? This is ridiculous!” [break][break] Anger was bubbling to the surface, swirling around and getting her nowhere. He wasn’t going to believe her. He thought she was a liar. He didn’t care about her thoughts. “Not that what I say matters to you, I guess.” she huffed, then began walking faster past Adonai. She’d started to feel claustrophobic in that cell and the sensation was coming back. She was trapped in this police station where nothing made sense and she wanted out. She also didn’t want her father to see the tears that had started prickling at her eyes. He’d probably just assume she was trying to deceive him more or something. [break][break] People were watching her. She could tell without looking around. She’d started getting upset and they were watching her and she wanted to be away from them. She knew she should wait for her dad but she wasn’t certain she wanted to go with him either. He didn’t have any faith in her, and that hurt. Sure, she crossed several lines on an almost daily basis, but she was always blatantly honest about what she did. She wouldn’t lie to try to cover for herself. And she definitely wouldn’t start lying when she was already backed into a corner with so much supposed evidence against her.
[attr="class","coblyrics"]i managed to survive every war now give me peace
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Every fibre of Adonai's being desired to believe the words leaving his daughter's lips. The red-handed proof haunted the green-haired with every stinging word he stated. There was nothing vindicating Ziyanda of the crimes alleged against her. An ill-feeling flowed through the father of many as he proceeded to believe the information provided by the RCMP. The influence of others over his daughter existed and he was fully aware of the circumstance. Unfortunately, his daughter would not relent on the story she provided to the police.
The points created by Ziyanda failed to persuade Adonai, rather, they prompted his face to drop. Disappointment infiltrated his emotions harder than before when he initially heard the news. Honesty was nonexistent in the eyes of the merman. In his head, it appeared his daughter was covering for the people who convinced her of the crime. He wanted to believe Ziyanda accomplished nothing wrong, alas, his realistic side forced him to view and scrutinize the facts. Those facts were damning in Adonai's opinion, making it impossible for him to believe otherwise.
"Ziya," Adonai sighed out the words. "You were caught and everything aligns perfectly... How could anyone match the exact pun you made this morning? Nobody else could have possibly known you made that pun, Ziya..."
The notion of everything related to the circumstance being coincidental was difficult to accept; more so impossible. He watched the green-haired girl pushed past him, displeased with his faith in the RCMP's evidence. A sigh escaped his lips as he provided a quick wave to the officers. Hastily, he hurried after his daughter, pushing through the double doors of the RCMP headquarters. The man's eyes glanced around, eventually landing on the green-haired woman. A long breath escapes Adonai's lips as he took a few steps towards Ziyanda.
"Come, Ziya," Adonai began, his voice going stern, "We'll pick you up some lunch, but after you are going back to the school to clean up your mess."
The father despised the requirement to punish his children, nonetheless, it was a requirement. Despite the young woman being clearly upset, Adonai had responsibilities as a father. The younger merwoman was infuriated because of his beliefs leaning towards what appeared practical in his eyes. He gestured for Ziyanda to follow, Adonai planning on taking her to the vehicle and later notifying his husband about the circumstance.
[attr="class","ayab-text"]Ziya heard her father speaking after her and his words struck like knives. He was usually so cool and rational. If he didn't believe her, then maybe she was guilty in some way she didn't understand. After all, what did it matter what she'd actually done if everyone around hew decided she was in the wrong? If there was no way to prove the truth then maybe, as far as the world was concerned, it just wasn't true. Regardless of her anger, she didn't respond as she brushed past him out of the building. [break][break] It wasn't long before he followed her out. She shouldn't have expected him to leave her alone, he was her ride after all, but she didn't want to see him or talk to him. She brushed aside the tears welling in her eyes before whirling on him. "No, you won't." she replied coldly. "I can find my own way back to the school." She didn't know how to process her anger at her father, but she knew being locked in a car with him wouldn't help. He'd been mad or disappointed in her before, but it had never been without it's reasons. She could deal with it when he was right. She couldn't deal with him thinking she was really a bad person. [break][break] "I don't care what you believe, ok? I get that this is my mess because of some insanely twisted scenario, but that doesn't mean I have to do it your way, especially when your way is clearly decided under false pretenses." She wanted that to be true. She didn't want it to matter what her father thought of her. But looking at him she knew it wasn't, so she turned away and began walking further into the parking lot. She knew the general direction back to the school and once she got close she'd be able to pull up directions on her phone.
[attr="class","coblyrics"]i managed to survive every war now give me peace
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Stirring within Adonai was a sensation of disappointment towards her daughter. The stubborn refusal she exhibited when it arrived at her alleged crimes made it clear she would tell him nothing. No parent wished to believe their child capable of wrong-doings, alas, when the evidence was provided, Adonai felt the break within his heart. A frown remained on his face as a long sigh escaped his lips. Nonetheless, the green-haired father struggled to believe Ziyanda accomplished this of her own volition. His daughter was good-hearted but easily persuaded when faced with puns.
He followed behind her, wishing to return her to school with a healthy lunch at the maximum. There would be no delightful treats planned out. However, naturally when trouble arrived had the sunshine within his daughter diminished from his lack of belief. He continued to follow, surprise only arriving when his daughter turned on her. The tears welling in those once emerald-like eyes and the edge to her words. He paused, his expression turning sterner as the merman crossed his arms. The thoughts in his head churned the longer he gazed at his daughter.
Through his years raising his children alongside Nitzan, these outbursts were nonexistent. Thus, with part of him wishing to not believe what was presented as truth, a thought entered his mind. Promptly, his footsteps followed behind her daughter, refusing to let up.
"If you're certain you did nothing wrong, then return to school with me and we will check if the school has any cameras facing that area," Adonai stated. "If you're innocent, Ziya, that will prove me and them wrong. Alright?"
In the worse, he would witness the heart-breaking truth of a rebellious streak. Or, he would be proven wrong and discover himself apologetic for not believing his daughter from the beginning in favour of his ridiculous logic.
[attr="class","ayab-text"]Ziya paused in her step as her father started talking. He was so logical about it, but she didn't want rationality. She wanted to hold onto the anger boiling up inside of her. Why did his argument have to make so much sense? Maybe she should have just done something wrong, then she would understand his more rational arguments. [break][break] She took a breath and forced the anger down. She had plenty of experience doing that, but this time was different. This time she couldn't shrug it off with a joke and a wry smile. She would just get in more trouble if she did that. She turned around and started walking back towards the car. "I don't know how I can be certain I've done nothing wrong when everyone keeps telling me I have," she muttered shakily. "But I know I've never once in my life used spray paint." [break][break] She eyed the car, still not sure she wanted to get in. She was still feeling claustrophobic from being stuck in that stupid cell. Nonetheless, she squared her shoulders and tugged on the handle, only to find that it was still locked. She turned to glance back at Adonai.
[attr="class","coblyrics"]i managed to survive every war now give me peace
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[attr="class","cobbody"]Parenting was a difficult process, even for Adonai who sired plenty of children with his husband. Each unique individual raised offered varying challenges to be added to his parental resume. Alas, Adonai would never present himself as an expert in the field. Until today, none of his children had been arrested for a crime nor had he applied logic in a desperate attempt of finding solace… The last wish he held was Ziyanda being proven guilty.
Though his mind pondered what he would do if proof was served on a silver platter. The frightful notion of witnessing the crime play out with his daughter playing the criminal was heart-breaking. However, the thread of hope stirred inside of the green-haired man. The shaky muttering of his daughter summoned a frown to his lips. For the father, it felt as though every answer was incorrect, the proper way to handle the circumstance far beyond the reaches of his fingertips
The loud click of an attempt to open the car door acted as Adonai’s answer. The father of many grabbed the keys, pressing the unlock button twice. The action opened the doors, allowing Ziyanda access to the vehicle. Quietly, Adonai walked around the vehicle, entering the driver’s side. There was little the green-haired man could say in the moment, thus, he merely drove. He backed out of the parking lot, heading into the streets and navigating to the Lorsette High School until they arrived.
“Alright, let’s go speak to your principal,” he stated with a soft sigh.
After parking, he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of his vehicle. Once they both escaped the car, he locked the doors and gestured for Ziyanda to follow him towards the school, praying he would be proven wrong for once.
[attr="class","ayab-text"] Ziya had always been good at staving off feelings like guilt and shame, but for some reason in this situation she felt like she was being consumed by the two emotions. They were all she had to focus on as her father’s silence loomed over her like some sort of palpable tension. She didn't know what she could possibly do to make the feeling go away. [break][break] Instead of saying anything and digging the hole any deeper, she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt for the duration of the car ride, her eyes fixated on the LED lit clock on the dashboard. By the time they arrived, the school day was officially over and most students had dispersed, eager to get away from the mundanity they were forced to endure day after day. [break][break] She followed him dutifully through the school, but as she did her mind wandered to what was about to come and her heart rate began to speed up. As they neared the front office, her footsteps fell short. ”Dad, if they do have the security tape,” she began hastily, then hesitated and glanced down at her feet, ”I don’t want to see it.” She was friends with most of the people at her school. She knew that among those friends were a few mean people, and she knew that odds were it was one of them that had committed the crime she was being blamed for. She did not want to have to face the fact that it was one of them. She would be much happier being able to pretend it could have been anyone. ”I-I want to wait outside. Or something.” [break][break] She was sure that in the moment the request would only serve to make her look more guilty, but she didn’t care. She would rather just accept whatever came than know that one of her friends, the people she spent time with and trusted and knew, would ever intentionally do anything that might hurt her. She almost wished she had committed the crime so she could know for certain that the alternative was impossible.
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