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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Hung mighty above the sky was an illustrious third quarter moon pouring glorious moonlight down over the land. Despite the gradual waxing of the moon phases, Apollo discovered himself masked and costumed with a hex additionally disguising his features. In the late evening, he stood in the cacophony of an ongoing party. Music boomed as barely audible laughter echoed through the city hall. People danced across the floor, smiles obscured by the occasional mask, but available on the faces of others.
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The atmosphere was something Apollo regularly enjoyed, however, the lycanthrope possessed an objective to accomplish. While he used his wild, party-animal traits to maintain realism in his work, the disguised brunette wanted everything completed. The craving of a fight-filled the wolf’s veins as he awaited the signals to begin the reckoning on Lorsette’s City Hall. In the meantime, Apollo accomplished a survey of his surroundings, assuring the proper locations and patrol routes of the hunters inside.
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Quietly, the brunette stationed himself by the drinks table. A small glass of water graced his lips as he analyzed his circumstances. Throughout the night, he partied alongside the people of Lorsette, enjoying himself and accomplishing the regular requirements. From his position, he viewed the rotation of TRS hunters, his hidden golden eyes occasionally sweeping through in search of his fellow Assembly members. They were prepared to enact the worst upon Lorsette City Hall, crushing the morale of the TRS organization and removing the wretched non-believers of Zeredah’s truth.
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Strength in a cruel world around them contained significance for one’s survival. He learned the twisted reality of the world’s survival requirements and the truth behind them. A rising star shining against the darkened failures of parents refusing to search for strength and accomplish anything for it or to prove it. He removed the weakened husk, cutting away the pathetic portions of his former self in the pursuit of absolute strength. Without the crucial ingredient, a grave never visited would be promised alongside memories greeted with snide criticism; he would prove them wrong.
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The brunette’s eyes flitted towards the clock, watching the numbers tick by. In fifteen minutes, communications would be entirely cut from City Hall. Mentally, Apollo heard the ticking mechanisms of minutes passing through without hesitation. Temporarily, everybody danced, smiled, laughed and generally celebrated the Halloween party provided to them. A broad smirk played across Apollo’s face, somewhat obscured by the Friday the 13th mask attached to his face. The large body he was gifted made the main antagonist of the well-known film an excellent disguise for the evening.
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Everybody inside thought him a cosplayer entering the Halloween Costume Competition, however, in twisted reality the disguise possessed the truth. Similar to the antagonist in the movies, Apollo would cut down the weaker of their society, purging the world of those unsuitable in the ideal. Another victory meant another opportunity to set the world correct, to mend the pathetic “advancements” made allow the weaker leaches to survive longer. In fifteen minutes, Apollo would assist in breaking loose Hell and succeeding in the task laid out by the higher-ups of the Assembly of Phantoms.
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[attr="class","inner-finally"]Although she was not on duty for the holiday, Tessa had volunteered her time to help keep peace at the City Hall's Halloween dance. Although she had not been informed of any specific plans by her contacts in the AP, it was well known that they had a penchant for attacking on holidays, particular Halloween. After recent events, she could use the extra light of innocence that her accidental presence during an AP attack would shed on her. So she blended into the crowd as best as she could, despite the TRS uniform she was required to wear in the place of a costume.
Tessa did not understand why so many innocent civilians would choose to be at an event like this. All night she had observed costumed adults and children alike, very few of whom could probably actually defend themselves, smiling and laughing as though they had nothing to be afraid of. As a child, her mentors in the AP had taught her that many people were simply ignorant to the danger lurking among them. It made them easier targets and wasn't worth questioning. The TRS had offered a different perspective, that everyone needed to be able to let go of their worries every now and then, and holiday events like this were the designated time for it. She wasn't sure which explanation was more realistic, but neither truly justified taking such a risk.
As a scout, she wasn't stationed in any one particular place. Most of the actual security was left to the hunters, they were better suited to it anyway. She was merely expected to keep an eye out for suspicious activity. She didn't know why they expected her to find any when she was forced to announce her position to everyone in sight. Not that she would report anything she found unless it was obvious enough that she couldn't possibly claim she assumed it was benign. She knew the AP were better than that, or at the very least she had enough faith in them to fight her cause well when she herself could not.
Like a wraith, she slid through the crowd mostly unnoticed. Everyone seemed to be attached to someone else at this party, a stark contrast to her own life. It had been years since she had truly had anyone else. Other people were just a distraction, a weakness. They could hardly be of use to any particular cause if there was always something else they needed to take care of, and Tessa truly didn't understand what the point of a life in service to nothing could possibly be.
Many of the people who did stand alone were off to the sides, watching over the party in a similar fashion to the hunters on guard. If anyone else had picked up on it, they probably categorized these onlookers as those too shy to actually dance or explore the many activities the party had to offer. Perhaps that was all they were, but Tessa couldn't stop herself from hoping they were more. She didn't have a watch on her and her phone was buried deep in one of her pockets, but based on the words coming over her radio she knew it was starting to get late. If an attack was coming it would be soon.
Tessa came to a stop at one of the many drink tables, ladling some punch into a flimsy plastic cup. Out of the corner of her eye, she kept her attention on a hulking man in a costume from some stereotypical horror movie. "Did your date for the night leave you behind?" she asked wryly. "I cannot imagine anyone choosing to come to a party merely to stand on the sidelines all night." [break]
A moment’s breath away from the party atmosphere was not regretted by the lycanthrope. The thrill of the wild, party lifestyle was a wondrous existence for the dark-haired man. However, with the looming requirement of work hanging off his shoulders, Apollo required the crucial scouting breaks. The ticking clock was gradually reaching the magnum opus of the evening, the attack. Despite his enjoyment of the atmosphere and his surroundings, the brunette attempted to keep himself contained.
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A failure to adhere to the Assembly’s wishes to the maximum capability meant the possibility of being considered lesser to his fellow soldiers. Struggles to prove his strength summoned forth consequences he wished to avoid handling... This included becoming a step lower on the ladder rungs for healing sessions and recovery time. The requirements hung in the air as his striking eyes, hidden by a hex, scanned through the area, noting the uniforms and accomplishing a quick head count of TRS in his immediate area.
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Between the flow of dancing bodies attracted his eyes, the craving to rejoin nearly overtaking him... Until he heard a woman’s voice chime in his sensitive ears. A grumbled ‘huh’ managed to escape the brown-haired man’s lips as his gaze locked onto the mystery woman. The words panged as mockery in his ears, even if not intentionally done by the person. Though as his eyes greeted her, he was met with a familiar sight. A redheaded woman, somebody publicized in the world of the Assembly of Phantoms and marked as a traitor, Tessa Harmon.
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Behind the mask, Apollo’s eyes hardened as he accomplished a wayward glance, suspicion echoing in his mind. A traitor, conveniently speaking to him, suggested the possibility of the woman being privy to knowledge he wished she was not. Guarantees were nonexistent and with a mission that could be compromised by rash actions, Apollo remained relaxed, but wary.
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“Who says I needed to bring a date,” he grumbled at her. “Maybe you weren’t looking hard enough, but I’m just having a break. Have a problem with that?”
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His eyes were locked onto the young woman, preparing for whatever possibility could unravel the evening or grant an opportunity to remove a traitor from their ranks. Each were equally bringers of excitement for Apollo. If he could rip apart the evil temptress who gave TRS her loyalty in a moment of foolishness, he would be favoured among the general populace of the Assembly. Unfortunately, he was required to wait for the ticking clock and the call of attack from his fellow soldiers.
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Positive opportunities existed in these precious moments. A chance to have his claws sharpened by skilled warriors and on the bones of a traitor. In the diminishing light of the waxing moon, Apollo still held plenty of strength to overpower others. This included the traitor who deserved the painful sensation of claws breaking skin.
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[attr="class","inner-finally"]Tessa's gaze attempted to pick up any sign of recognition as the party's isolated observer turned his attention to her, but it was hard to tell behind the mask. There were many risks to her interacting with members of the AP, but perhaps the worst was the fact that a lot of them could recognize her at the drop of a hat but she only actually knew the faces of the select few she'd interacted with as a child, and even then her memory of that time was foggy. Her allegiance may have laid with them, but that offered her no protection from them. She was high on their list of people to kill and she could never truly fight back. Fortunately, distracting her way out of tricky situations happened to be her forte.
She kept her attention on him as he spoke, casually gauging the distance between them. She was far enough away that she felt could probably dodge any sudden attacks, but she knew that was merely a false sense of complacency. At a party like this she could never truly but as much distance between herself and every else as she preferred, especially considering an attack could come from anywhere. It wasn't just the suspect before her that was a potential threat. As it was, the costumed man didn't look overly fast, but with enhanced speed she knew that was yet another dangerous assumption to make.
There was no way in hell she'd let down her guard here, but being physically tense would be showing her hand. It was easier to be underestimated when people thought she wasn't actually paying attention. "Nope. No problem at all," she smiled, turning her back to the table and taking a sip of her punch. Her eyes scanned the party, looking for signs of illicit activity that she had no intention of actually reporting. "Call it idle curiosity. This sort of event is always so boring. I could be doing so many other things with my time." That was a lie, of course. There was no place she'd rather be than between the TRS and the AP where she could put all her skills to use. Where she could remember why it was so important to always keep up her act. [break]
Inside his head, gears turned perpetually as the lycanthrope’s delicate senses remained in tune between the thundering sounds of the music around him. When everything started, Apollo would be expected to shed the Jason Vorhees costume and begin the reckoning. He hoped the mask disguised him enough to avoid the traitorous scout’s detection. An abrupt attack would allow for the fall of a traitor who deserved the harsh punishment of the Assembly of Phantoms. Favour would be received, and the brunette craved any opportunities to prove himself to the Assembly.
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The young redhead would rue the day she stood before him, making her foolish comments and perhaps digging for information. Strength dictated the turns of the world and those considered weak in any manner would crumble beneath the feet of those who acquired the stability needed to conquer. His eyes loosened from the glare he created, the Azure Fiend content for the masks' barrier. A gaze at his expression and the traitorous woman would grow fully aware of his recognition, eliminating any chances of a sneak attack in turn.
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A single comment left her lips, stated with a grin stretching across her lips. The woman's casual attempts at conversation suggested the possibility she possessed a faint trust. Nothing significant, but enough to avoid her immediate retreat.
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"These scenes are my preference, but sometimes I like to have a break from it all," the lycanthrope responded honestly.
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As a wild partier at times, Apollo enjoyed the endless thrills provided by the mingling bodies and loud noises, even if work added unneeded tension. He was no stranger to the scene and he hoped using the truths he could tell would provide him with an advantage. If deceit remained nonexistent in his cords, then certainly little could be done to detect his intentions and the reality of his presence.
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[attr="class","inner-finally"] Tessa’s smile faded as she studied the scene around her. It was hard to say how many people in a crowd like this would recognise her. She’d never wanted any sort of attention, but her position within a prominent AP family made her known from birth, and her betrayal brought the spotlight shining down on her even brighter. If she had truly fled to join the TRS she may have been able to lay low and there, but as an informant for the AP she’d been required to get to know people. There were just as many people calling her a friend as there were calling her a traitor, but none of them had the slightest clue who she really was. Maybe that’s why it was so tolerable. Even if she was the centre of attention from time to time it didn’t really matter because it wasn’t the real her that people were focused on.
“That sounds about right,” she sighed. Everyone needed time away from others every now and then. Whether they could actually get it was a different matter entirely. “Personally I like people I just don’t like this many. It’s like they lose who they are individually and just get lost in the flow of other people.”
Plus when there were this many people it was harder to know where a threat - either to her physical safety or her constant act - may come from. But as long as she was focused on this one person she would be able to distract long enough to get away if things turned south. [break]
Praiseworthy accomplishments were a possibility in this precious moment. The crucial nature of reigning in favour maintained its pedestal inside Apollo’s mind. Fixations were required to reach goals, and presently wishes of favour were a constant. Through his sacrifices and personal wishes, Apollo forged himself into a powerful soldier for the Assembly of Phantoms. He sacrificed his familial closeness and original species to become the ageless, threatening lycanthrope he became today. He was confident in his abilities, the training a significant part in assuring his strength.
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The ticking minutes were maintained as mental notes as Apollo waited for the crucial moment he could lunge, a predator on the prowl. He listened to her words, merely registering them for the sake of keeping the traitor engaged with him. The further they discussed manners, the more trust could be manifested between them. These would lead to a moment where he could lash out and win the upcoming combat. However, Apollo refused to allow himself to be among the foolish in this circumstance. The young woman survived this long, suggesting she could defend herself as needed.
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“Understandable,” he grumbled with a shrug before chuckling. “I usually like the party scene. It’s so wild, it makes it enjoyable.”
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The more casual comment was a truth spoken through Apollo’s lips. Whenever he was resting from missions or accomplishing menial work because of the moon’s positioning, he often partied in the evening. It was a marvellous opportunity for Apollo to burn up energy without going too far into it.
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