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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The Staff
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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","ltr-tags"]523 words for Mikaela Lye
[attr="class","ltr-lyrics"]a darkened mind [break] will never learn light
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[attr="class","ltrhead-text"] Around him bustled customers, warming themselves with the alcoholic beverages he turned out on the regular. Despite the arrival of a snowy cold front and the chill of wet winter air, people managed to navigate to the outskirts bar for cheap liquor. The young, light-haired man behind the counter wondered if they would wander their way to the bar even during a nasty freezing rain. While the rundown bar was nothing special, the bartender kept himself dressed nicely. A semi-formal style was accomplished, a pleasant, white dress shirt with a pair of black dress pants and slacks.
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The scents of alcohol surrounded the young man as he stacked away the freshly cleaned cups into the cupboard. The second bartender worked towards cleaning whatever cups that arrived back, leaving him somewhat alone. His coworker was merely in the back where the sink and additional supplies were stationed, a simple call away if things picked up after a quick rush. However, Ross was doubtful the bar would gain any additional clients. Their regulars arrived for the most part, alongside the quiet drunkards and the rowdy partiers.
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A couple were people of interest in information investigations on behalf of Aloysius. Unfortunately, Ross wished to avoid suspicion and was forced into a waiting position until opportunities presented themselves to him. An over-interest in the affairs of alleged criminals could easily result in a fight breaking out. Thus, the young devil behaved himself, working over the bar sorting glass cups, shot glasses and bottles as required. Around him, a couple of the more rowdy cackled up storms, fists bumping onto the table.
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It was nothing Ross was not adjusted to. Since arriving in Lorsette, he grew adjusted to the landscape of the bartending scene for this location. Though, while his investigations could not be conducted with inquiries and gentle prodding, Ross would listen to the world around him. Occasional, alcohol managed to loosen the lips of the foolish, allowing for Ross to gather preliminary information before confirming it for the actions of his fiance. A majority who entered the rundown bar were hardened criminals, never to change and locked in their ways.
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Nowadays, the former law enforcement officer knew there was no possible method to change them. Thus, he worked alongside Aloysius to dispose of the trash in this world. The more amoral individuals who were snuffed out from this world, the further along peace could arrive to balance the scales. A harsh lesson he learned was how people never changed, thus, opinions transformed into these cynical viewpoints on criminals. They merely worried about themselves, never thinking of the other individuals, and accomplishing their selfish objectives.
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The creaking sound of the wooden door caught Ross' attention, his eyes flitting towards the new individual to enter the business. As she approached the bar, the light-haired devil greeted her with a smile.
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"Hey, what are you thinking today?" He asked, diving right down into business.
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His eavesdropping and thoughts could wait until after he served the customer. Furthermore, a lonely patron meant one with the potential to remain at the bar rather than scatter into the corners of the establishment.
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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As a shift worker at a casino, Mikaela’s hours were always difficult. There were a few somewhat normal shifts from 6 pm to midnight, but most of the time she found herself on the later ones. She was often occupied until the early morning hours, and the rest of her life had to be scheduled accordingly. After years of this behaviour it had become natural to her, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t exhausted as she stepped into the fresh night air after she finally managed to escape the clutches of work.
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As she took the first few steps down the street, she pulled her jacket tighter and let her senses pick up on everything around her. Over hours of incessant bings and cheers and flashing lights she always ended up tuning out everything that wasn’t of immediate importance, but she hated living like that. She preferred to be on her toes so she was ready for whatever threats may have lurked nearby. As she made her way further along, the lingering sounds of the casino began to fade away, even from her enhanced senses. She could have been alone on that dark street for all she knew. That was a blissful thought, but it wasn’t one she was stupid enough to believe. In the shadows there was always something watching… waiting. Even if she couldn’t fall prey to the darkness blinding her, she was still at risk of attacks from people that thought they could use its cover to gain an advantage.
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Mikaela’s steps closed as she reached a familiar corner. She wasn’t ready to be home yet. She wasn’t tired enough to take a nap but she wasn’t willing to engage enough to read a book either so if she let herself be alone her thoughts would wander to the past and she didn’t want to let herself get stuck down that rabbit hole. That sort of wistfulness for such a reckless time could bring nothing but trouble. Instead, she approached the entrance of one of the many bars in the Outskirts. She’d been in it before, but it wasn’t one of her main locations where she’d be recognised immediately and by everyone. Nor was it one of the places she’d been banned from.
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Quiet steps took her too the bar where she was almost immediately greeted and prompted for her order. ”A dry mar-“ she began, then shook her head. ”Actually, let’s go with a Black Russian tonight.” she amended. She wanted to caffeine for the little bit of energy it might provide. ”How are things tonight? Quiet?” she added as she took a seat at the bar.
[attr="class","ltr-tags"]305 words for Mikaela Lye
[attr="class","ltr-lyrics"]a darkened mind [break] will never learn light
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[attr="class","ltrhead-text"] Observant eyes watched the dark-haired woman, Ross brandishing the classic customer service grin across his lips. Fortunately, the lack of belligerent customers assisted in the steady maintenance of the smile. There was a familiarity in the stranger’s appearance, suggesting she attended the bar before during one of his shifts but was not a regular. Thus, the woman’s name alluded to him, likely unspoken and kept hidden from lack of interaction. However, Ross quelled any desires to request the woman’s name.
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Unfortunately, the individual at the door who checked IDs and acted as half-hearted security already admitted the young woman. Therefore, her ID was assured and checked, meaning Ross could not request a driver’s license or ID from the young woman himself. He shoved away any concerns about the dark-haired woman's identity for the time being. An individual sitting at the bar after the busier hours manifested an opportunity for conversation. Quietly, the bartender listened, noting the woman's change in order from a non-alcoholic beverage to an alcoholic one.
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After hearing her order, Ross provided her with a nod and began grabbing the class and components. A Black Russian was a simple drink, something the light-haired bartender could easily concoct. Only briefly was his back turned to grab what was necessary, before returning to face her as he prepared her drink with smooth hands.
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"Eh, it's quieted down. It was busy, but everyone's settling in now. So you came at the perfect time I would say," Ross explained. "So a little bit of both in a way you could say. How about your evening?"
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Developing condensation tickled Ross' fingers as he lifted the freshly filled beverage. He placed it on the bar counter, presenting it to the waiting customer. A little banter was probable, Ross working to open the doors to conversation to continue the happenings.
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext1]I'm not ready for the truth to see the light
[attr=class,Mikredheadertext2]Make it up, Make it pretty, I don't mind
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Mikaela watched the bartender’s movements as he began making the drink. It was mostly out of boredom and age old habits that she noted the smoothness of his actions and debated whether that was just as easily translated into sleight of hand. No matter what skills may have hidden beneath the veil of unfamiliarity, this man didn’t pose a threat to her at the moment. Not while he was across the bar and she was some anonymous stranger. She was willing to bet that if she let her guard down in a place like this she would come across far more trouble from handsy drunks than a bartender who’s interests were mostly in doing his job. [break][break] ”Thank you,” she said as he slid the drink across to her, taking a sip before responding to his question, ”My evening was boring, which some might say is better than the alternative.” She lifted a shoulder in a noncommittal shrug. Boring was supposed to be good. It meant there were no fires to put out or sticky webs to detangle. But it also meant being bored and for Mikaela that was one of the worst things that could happen. She’d rather have everything she cared about dangling from a thin thread than be truly bored with nothing to help her escape the truths she tried to keep hidden in the depths of her mind. [break][break] Her fingers tapped idly against the bar as she brought herself back from her errant thoughts. ”I should really get a job with better hours.” she smirked, ”Though I suppose I shouldn’t complain, yours aren’t too great either.” She hated bartending but the job wasn’t too different from her own. Both required dealing with idiot drunks far beyond the times when any sane person would want to be awake. Hers just happened to focus more on stealing money from them through subtle plots to keep them at the tables throwing chips into pots they had little hope of actually winning.
[attr="class","ltr-tags"]299 words for Mikaela Lye
[attr="class","ltr-lyrics"]a darkened mind [break] will never learn light
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[attr="class","ltrhead-text"] After years of serving in the familiar bar, Ross was unbothered by the atmosphere. He adjusted to the realm around him, experiencing thoroughly it and working endlessly to preserve his position and safety. Time spent in the RCMP taught Ross to protect himself, assuring he would not fall easily to the whims of a reckless drunkard. Additionally, the security guard at the door, while disinterested, would provide support should it be required. The comfort allowed for smoothness in hands despite the less promising location of the establishment.
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Nonetheless, potential risks existed in the questionable realm of serving alcohol and allowing people to grow intoxicated. Thus a watchful eye in the midst of gathering information was a crucial piece to his survival and gathering intel. However, his limited information on the engaging patron meant he was required to dig to discover if she could provide insight. These were natural formalities given his hidden occupation. Information was crucial for his boyfriend, Aloysius, to accomplish his duties in eliminating the vile monsters from the world.
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He nodded in response to the woman’s thanks. A smile remained on the young woman’s lips as he gazed at the dark-haired woman. As a respectable bartender, he listened to her menial woes about hours and work. It was something Ross frequently heard because of his position.
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"Ah, what kind of job you work? Something in the night scene or?" The light-haired man asked innocently.
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The question could unveil possibilities, yet, remained innocent enough to avoid chastising for nosiness. Furthermore, assisting the circumstance was her bringing up the occupation with her comments, making it a simple connection in conversation. As they interacted, Ross wore the classic customer-service smile, pleasant, but unwavering. There were hints of genuine nature in his grin, but evidently, a portion was from politeness.
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