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","springagaintext"] Summer's time prompted the seemingly endless scuttling of TRS work. Similar to cogs operating inside a machine, everybody flowed about their jobs, accomplishing missions and assuring the safety of people and Lorsette as a whole. The young field medic worked through the hours of the days, determined to rescue those around her. The fragile existence of life was expected to be restored by her dirtying hands. Every twinning bandage covering the blooded wounds manifested by malicious terrors and violent Assembly soldiers.
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Field medics fixated on the notion of assuring the lives of those around them. While missions went wayside and people would inevitably be greeted with Thanatos' cold grasp around their weakening heart. The darkness of her thoughts prompted a sigh between Liana's light pink lips, her eyes briefly closing. Thoughts of death always left the young woman empty-stomached and sorrowed by the burdens of her history. Inside the darkness of death arrived memories of her precious father, the man she wished remained steadily by her side.
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The young blonde required her guidance, yet, since the transition from her youth, she was suffocated by expectations. The step-daughter of a nobleman, tamed by the world of refinery and taught the wonders of a wealthy daughter's life. Yet, she cared naught for the persistent funds for everything she wished for was captivated in nature. The chances of dirty one's knees, running through ankle-height streams and feel the incredible sensations of bare feet against cooling grass. Alas, the closest she received was the rough nature of a field medic's perils.
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The screams of the injured, coppery scents of blood and the intense nature of the world around her. A chance to calm and breathe was nonexistent, rather, she was rushed and forced to quicken her hands to assist the next wounded individual. The young nymph blinked slowly, her steps carrying her through the medical ward. After the harshness of a mission, Liana was provided with the opportunity to rest before continuing forth. A soft hum escaped the woman's lips as she walked through the familiar hallways for the small, medical ward break room.
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The field medic appeared dishevelled from her missions. Her blonde and blue locks of curled hair were tangled together, her fingernails possessed small chips and scrapes and her entire uniform was a dust-covered mess. The young woman walked slow, fingers reaching to unbutton and unzip her uniform jacket to reveal the simple, white short-sleeved beneath. Her steps carried her on, each bringing her closer to her destination. Once freed from the jacket, Liana laid it over her arms, taking a break from the uniform's restraints.
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A doorway arrived in the view of her crystalline blue eyes. The remembered threshold to cross into the location of deep breaths and calmness. Her steps picked up, a hand moving to push aside the doorway and enter the presently empty break room. Slowly, the young woman walked towards the chair, hanging her jacket across the back before sitting down to allow her a moment of tranquility. [break][break]
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley had been through a lot of different jobs in the healing business, and it was hard to say which she liked the best - or the least. She hadn’t picked up the trade with any intention of helping the TRS. In fact, the TRS had barely been around when she’d started learning. Long ago, she’d started into the profession because she wanted to help people and she was sick of watching them die around her. She was determined to do all she could to keep death off her doorstep, regardless of whether it was reaching its icy hands towards a friend or a stranger she happened to stumble across. That’s why it didn’t matter what they called her profession or what her day to day duties were. As long as she was making people better she’d be content.
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Unfortunately, not everyone could be made better, and even if they could there wasn’t enough of her to help them all. She knew there were other healers who felt equally responsible for the lives they safeguarded, but she still had the tendency to push herself just a little too hard trying to do everything she could.
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Today was one of those days she’d taken on a bit too much and wore herself out almost completely. She made it a rule not to use her angelic abilities to heal unless she had to so as not to waste energy on every little bump or scrape, but she was still bone tired by the time her double shift was over. It hadn’t been a good day either. With the warmth of summer came an increase in AP activity and, consequently, TRS casualties. By the time people made it back to the ward they were usually in bad shape, and the number of potentially life threatening injuries she’d seen that day rivalled any other since she’d arrived in Lorsette the past autumn. [break][break] Haley needed a long bath and a good book to read, but far more urgently she needed a cup of coffee. She slid into the break room, not bothering to pay attention to the room around her until after she had a cup full of brown liquid from the pot someone had blessedly brewed somewhat recently. Then she took in the room and the blonde and violet haired girl in one of the chairs. “You look like you’ve seen as much hell as me today,” she mused with a wry smile. “You want some coffee?” she added as though that could make it all go away. In her opinion it could. There was no miracle to fix everything, but she was pretty sure coffee came pretty close.
[attr="class","springagaintext"] Exhaustion dragged in Liana's bones as she leaned into the backrest. The subtle cushioning of the backrest was a welcoming embrace for her shoulders. A gentle 'mmm' escaped her pink lips, her eyes accomplishing weary blinks as she rested herself for a moment. The easement was exactly what she required to destress from the tense nature of healing on the battlefield. A smile ferried onto the blonde's lips as she relaxed for a few moments. A long exhale left her lips, the young air nymph getting thoroughly enthralled in her relaxation.
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Unfortunately, the public nature of the break room meant tranquility would inevitably be disturbed. The gentle squeak of the door resulted in Liana stiffening in reaction. Immediately, her eyes flitted over to the threshold, revealing another woman strolling into the break room. The woman's brilliant blue hues observed her fellow medic briefly before gazing down at the table. The pair were not locked in conversation, therefore, to avoid rudeness, Liana wanted to avoid extended periods of staring.
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The offer of coffee perked Liana's attention, her blue eyes returning to the other blonde. She provided the fellow woman with a gentle smile. The offer of the warm beverage sparked a craving for the taste of coffee across her tonque.
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"That would be great. I think my weary bones need it," the nymph responded softly.
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The notion of a warm cup of coffee was a pleasant comfort. Soft sips of the caffeinated beverage with a hint of hazelnut coffee creamer summoned a smile across Liana's lips. Finally, would she receive the opportunity to discover easement after her overwhelming occupation.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley grinned as the other girl accepted the offer for a drunk, then grabbed another cup and poured the coffee from the pot, bringing it over to the table along with some cream and sugar so her coworker could make her coffee however she liked it. Haley herself had started drinking coffee during fieldwork when she didn’t have fancy additions available, so she’d developed a habit of drinking it straight. She’d had it with sugar once and absolutely hated it. It was the bitter shock that truly woke her up before the caffeine kicked in. [break][break] As she took a seat across from the other medic, Haley had a brief burst of memory of her mother telling her to leave people alone when they needed rest, but she had long since given up any self consciousness about whether people wanted to talk to her or not. It had been important to pay attention in her family home, but that kingdom had long sense crumbled and some of the less significant rules she’d lived by had faded along with it. “You’re a field medic, right?” she asked curiously. Even if it weren’t for the difference in uniform, Haley was pretty sure she’d been there long enough to at least recognise the faces of all the ward medics if she didn’t know them by name. “What unit are you with?” [break][break] Haley had ended up taking care of people, especially hunters, from each of the three units, and she couldn’t help but wonder which of them worked with the woman across from her. Plus it hadn’t taken her long to learn that if someone wanted to learn about a branch of the TRS, most of the time the hunters would be too arrogant and the scouts would be suspicious. It was the healers who actually got to interact with everyone and knew what was what.
[attr="class","springagaintext"] The weariness leaking into Liana's bones kept her limited in motion. A yawn echoed through her gaped mouth as the air nymph leaned onto the table. Her arms rested atop the table after her adjustment in position, however, instinct kept her elbows from colliding with the surface. After living in the accursed house of noble fantasies, the nymph gained the automatic actions to avoid falling into uncouth behaviours. Despite her adoration for the simplicity of their previous life, Liana lived under the roof of expectations.
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She blinked heavily as she awaited the bitter sustenance of warm, caffeinated liquid. The grin favoured Liana went entirely unnoticed as the blonde nymph rolled her shoulders. After a meagre few minutes of resting, it appeared her body clung to the concept of napping away one's problems. Alas, there would be time after work to flop onto her bed and allow herself some well-deserved rest. A pale green ceramic mug entered Liana's gaze alongside a tall container of creamer and a plastic pin container with plenty of sugar and Splenda packets.
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A smile ferried onto Liana's lips as she reached for the hazelnut creamer. A quick tip poured the white-coloured liquid in, removing the darkness from the coffee. Only moments later would it be followed by a packet of sugar. The gentle noise of sugar leaving its papery package playing pleasant cords across the nymph's ears. A contented sigh breezed through the blonde nymph's lips as she plucked a brown stir stick to miss the contents.
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"I think I genuinely needed this," she murmured with a soft grin. "Thank you."
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Following the stir, Liana's fingers, despite the callous, daintily brought the cup to her lips. A small sip was taken of the contents, the heat of the liquid bringing her wakefulness. Happily, the nymph hummed as the cup returned to the table with a soft clink. As she picked up the woman's question, her eyes returned to the green-eyed woman. The simple question sparked no ill-will, rather, it was quite simple. Furthermore, the stranger's uniform spoke her division as the same.
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"Yes, I'm field," she answered, favouring her with a reserved grin. "I'm with unit 1. Are you also a part of the field?"
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Reciprocating the question felt natural given their similar divisions. Discussing matters with other medics was oftentimes a pleasant experience, except for the gossipy few who wished to gawk at medical mishaps. Those few easily grated on Liana's nerves and left her tongue-held and annoyed. She could hardly count the incidents where she wished to snap or return their sour temper in hopes they would cease their foolish jabbering.
are we the plaything of fiends or merely the dreams that we're telling ourselves
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Haley smiled at the other girl’s reaction to the coffee. She always appreciated a true coffee lover. She didn’t truly believe that coffee could fix all of the world’s problems, but the hot beverage had never let her down before. Not like people could. As a trained medic she knew the risks of caffeine, but the cost was definitely worth the reward. And besides, quitting caffeine would be too much of a pain. [break][break] Haley shook her head at the girl’s question. ”Nah. I used to be but that was a long time ago, and in a different country. Now a days I stick to the ward. At least then I don’t have to see some of the idiots making plans and know they’ll be hurt before they even carry out any actions.” Her words were light hearted, despite the sarcasm dripping off of them. Sometimes the ability of certain hunters to get themselves hurt amazed her, but she didn’t really think less of them. To her all TRS members were bound together with a tie similar to family, even if the organisation was far too large to ever know all of them. Everyone fought for a common cause, and as long as they were willing to contribute even though they didn’t have to she would still like them no matter what their personality may be. [break][break] She took a sip of the warm beverage in front of her before continuing on. ”I’m Haley, by the way.”
[attr="class","springagaintext"] Eased by the presence of the other blonde, Liana discovered herself pleasantly relaxed. Additionally, the stranger made excellent coffee, her understanding nature to her mood being a remarkable bonus. Rather than the consistent rush of work swirling around her, Liana could bear a moment of well-needed bliss. She was not foreign to the efforts required of the TRS, however, she was aware instances of hustle and rush were commonplace. Lives were hanging from thin lines and the valiant efforts of medics, field or ward, was keeping the strings together for a full recovery.
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A small nod of acknowledgement was provided as the woman mentioned no longer being ward. The mug with coffee was placed back onto the break table, Liana allowing the warmth to tickle her fingers. Her fellow medic spoke about retreating from the field operations because of her disdain towards carried-out actions. The young nymph could comprehend her vexes about fieldwork entirely. Witnessing the inciting of traumas and actions of foolishness or naivety was difficult to stomach at times, especially when it led to an untimely demise. Yet, despite those actions, Liana remained steadfast in her position, appreciating the hard work and opportunities that arrived with it.
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“I can understand that. For me, it’s mostly the desperation that disparages me at times. Knowing that sometimes, despite my efforts and fervour for assisting the injured, people will pass,” sorrow danced with her words, smooth and familiar from days of feigned contentment. “I can see why you prefer the ward. While I’m certain you experience your own emergencies, there can be a profound difference in witnessing the actions that bring about those consequences to only the wounds.”
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A gentle sigh breezed through the blonde’s parted lips. In order to ease her own tension, she acquired another sip of the coffee generously provided by her coworker. Once the mug gently clicked against the table, her brilliant blue hues returned to her.
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“Wishful thinking, but I hope someday soon the fight between AP and TRS, in a positive way that is. Having to always be on guard can be quite tiring.
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Her words maintained their soft cadence as she spoke. While the resolution of the war meant plenty of changes, she longed for the moment she could escape to the refuge of the woods without worry. For the instances where she can play among the wildlife, free of soul and body as air danced around her. The offering of a name brought a small grin to her face, freeing her from her thoughts.
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“A pleasure to meet you, Haley,” she began, offering her hand. “I’m Liana Martin.”
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Her soft-spoken words toned down, the significant formalities taught by her step-father and mother forgotten within the safety of the TRS staff room. Here, she was never required to add the baggage of ‘stepdaughter of nobleman’ or anything else outrageously wordy. A simple greeting was something she admired over time, even if her verbal diction required a slight flourish in her word choice.
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