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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“That sounds like a boring law,” Mikaela remarked, but she put on the helmet without much resistance. She’d gotten yelled at for not wearing a helmet one too many times. It was one of very few childhood lessons that she still paid any attention to. If she was going to do something stupid and reckless that got her killed it would be more fun than a road accident. [break][break] Mikaela tensed as Touri’s arms wrapped around her waist. Suddenly she flashed back to the last time she’d been on a bike, with a different man’s arms wrapped around her. She’d had a different ring on her finger, on her way to announce an engagement to a different family. That had been a lie too, but she’d been on a different side of the deceit. This time it wouldn’t end with nearly as much bloodshed. [break][break] “Mio Dio,” she muttered under her breath, forcing her thoughts away from the past. It was going to be a long evening and she doubted Dai was going to make it any better. That was probably a good thing. Dai’s antics should make it easy to remember that this was all just an act. He definitely didn’t have any feelings for her, and whatever she was feeling was just echos from the past being projected onto him. [break][break] Mikaela made sure her purse was secure over her shoulder before kicking the motorcycle into action. It had been a long time since she’d been on one of these, and she hadn’t realised how much she’d missed the feeling of the wind rushing past her. [break][break] She dodged traffic as she drove them towards the highway that would eventually lead to her grandfather’s house. She didn’t know the route that well, but she could follow traffic signs until she was close enough to figure it out on her own. [break][break] As Mikaela took a sharp turn, another car coming around the corner caught her off guard. She felt the bike tilt a bit too far as she swerved to avoid the impending collision. The bike was moving too fast and she panicked for a moment too long. [break][break] Instinct had her gathering shadows around her as she felt the instability. She pushed the panic aside and focused all of her attention on creating a shadowy padding to cushion Daichi’s landing to the best of her ability. Meanwhile she landed hard. [break][break] The pain lancing through her leg and arm snapped through her concentration and with it her control over the shadows. Her head slammed into the ground and she was glad she’d accepted the helmet. Finally, she let down her guard the panic came flooding back in in one huge wave. She pinched her eyes shut and took a deep breath. She needed to calm down and assess the situation but first…. [break][break] She opened her eyes and used her uninjured arm to push herself into a sitting position. A wave of dizziness swept over her, distracting her from her mission to determine whether Daichi was alright.
Daichi soaked up her pouted statement wondering if that sort of behavior was an after thought or possibly a coping mechanism. Thankfully, there wasn’t much argument about Mikaela wearing the protective helmet. It wasn’t that Daichi cared about her but he certainly didn’t want Ruby to be pointing fingers or haunting him from the afterlife. Imagining that scenario made him tighten his lips, only a little.
Ruby proved her proficiency with the bike almost immediately. The assassin had a list of snarky remarks but all would’ve been eaten by the wind or completely ignored under the cushion of the helmet.
Later then.
Satisfied that Ruby had them in good hands, Daichi relaxed his grip on her waist and closed his eyes for a moment. Wind rushed by sending his braid whipping behind him though not enough to be annoying. Ruby was speeding a little bit but he guessed that was just her natural state. The smooth purr of the bike and clarity of the night sky wasn’t exactly discouraging for this type of behavior.
Without warning, Ruby took a turn so sharply that Daichi had to tighten his grip, adjusting for what he assumed would be the inertia. The shinning of headlights to their right told Daichi this was about to be a different scenario. Reflexes still too slow kicked in and as Daichi reached out to try and cushion Mikaela but the bike skidded unnaturally to the side, sending both of them flying.
Daichi expected pain, blood. He’d lived his whole life under these circumstances, these were his familiar companions. What he found instead could only be described as something softer like landing on an old couch too hard almost as though someone had wrapped the important parts in… magic?
Regardless of his unseen cushioning, Daichi still landed harder than anyone would like to on a grass hill. He stretched his hand out as the momentum tried to push him into the ditch, digging his fingers into a stubborn weed. Thankfully this did the trick, allowing him to stop the tumble and gain a sense of orientation.
As he stood up Daichi assessed the situation, unpanicked, spotting his completely wrecked bike at the bottom of the ditch busted against a burly pine. He was about to go over in an attempt to pretend it could be salvaged when he realized he couldn’t see Ruby anywhere. The assassin’s heart skipped, sending adrenaline coursing through his veins. Surely Ruby would’ve used the same magic on herself to avert her own damage if she’d had enough to spare on him.
“Ruby?” he called lightly, trying to spot her at the bottom of the grassy ditch where the bike continued to hum half-heartedly. The light shone into the darkness, illuminating a section of the pine forest but otherwise the woman was nowhere to be seen.
In two bounds Daichi crested the aggressive hill, peering over the edge at the road. Fresh tire marks on the asphalt dictated the direction of their crash but otherwise there were no signs of Mikaela… or anyone else for that matter. The assassin skidded back down the hill sloppily, scraping a knee in the process.
“Mikaela Lye, this isn’t something to joke about. You owe me a bike now,” he half-yelled, doubtful that the Nekomata was joking at all but unable to admit one of the many negative possibilities that could occur, “come on Ruby, where are you?”
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[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 the dizziness subsided, Mikaela looked around. She couldn’t see Touri through the trees, but she could hear movement. A moment later his voice broke through the woods and she winced. She had managed to crash his bike after claiming she could drive it. If she were him she’d be very upset. [break][break]
But there were more important things to worry about. She debated whether she should flag him down or try to remain hidden. He wasn’t exactly a threat, but she wasn’t certain he was trustworthy either. She wasn’t sure how bad her injuries were, but she would have to be creative to take him in a fight even if she was in top shape. [break][break]
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to figure out how she would defend herself if it came to that. She lifted a hand to where her purse should have been over her shoulder, but it must have flown off in the crash. She’d thrown her knives in there, which meant she was practically unarmed now. Not that weapons would have been very useful if she couldn’t even get up. [break][break]
It didn’t matter. She wasn’t that far away, he’d find her sooner or later. It might as well be on her terms. “Sono qui,” Mikaela began, then cringed. English. She needed to speak in English. It took half a moment for her to flip the language switch in her brain, then she called out again, “I’m fine, thank you for asking.” [break][break]
That had taken too long for her liking. The adrenaline was still pulsing through her, but the fine edge had dulled leaving her thoughts a bit slow. If she had another concussion her healer would be pissed. Not to mention dealing with Touri would be a nightmare. No, it definitely couldn’t be a concussion, then. It was just a side effect of the lingering panic.
Silence. Accompanied by the smell of burnt rubber that reminded Daichi of the first time he’d tried a bike. He slid down the hill further into the pine grove, searching the space between the trees. As his foot crunched on a bed of pine needles and dead leaves his eyes scanned the tree line. Not a hint of those ruby eyes or a glimpse of Ruby’s darkened mop.
Had she run? It wouldn’t be out of character.
The assassin would be the last to admit that at this point in time he felt a quickening of his pulse. If Mikaela Lye had died on his watch, even after her foolish bluff, he wasn’t entirely sure he could deal with the consequences.
Ebony strands escaped the no longer neat braid he’d knitted prior to walking over to Ruby’s, one stubborn strand threatening to block his view. Daichi was about to move it out of his way when a small yet familiar voice called out to him.
“I’m fine, thank you for asking.”
Sage-hued irises whipped around, able to pinpoint the noise to an area he hadn’t even considered. How far had she been thrown? He wasted no time in walking over, daring not to run should Ruby get the wrong idea. Crumpled near a burly pine, surrounded by disturbed pine needles, was Mikaela Lye. A thin trail of crimson ran down her forehead perhaps the only sign that she was truly injured.
“Where are you hurt?” he ignored her earlier comment, eyes scanning over the nekomata for any obvious signs of damage other than the abrasion on her head.
Now that Ruby was located, Daichi was able to think clearly. His next thought brought him to scowl at her, not because of her obvious lack of attention on the bike, but rather that she had clearly not thought of her own safety during the crash. Though angry, this wasn’t really the time to bring that up.
Daichi didn’t wait for an answer, checking the woman over as much as was socially acceptable. He wondered if Ruby would even tell him if she was seriously injured. For someone he’d seen plenty of times he really didn’t know all that much about her.
“Never mind. What did you hit your head on? And don’t say you didn’t, I see the cut,” Daichi reached forward, parting Mikaela’s hair gently to view the abrasion. It wasn’t too bad but it was still bleeding. He swiftly ripped the edge of his sleeve off, exposing a sheathed knife, and folded the fabric over the head wound.
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[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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A wave of relief washed through Mikaela as the assassin came into view. She hadn’t been worried about him or anything, but she still scanned him for any signs of injuries. Strands of his hair had come undone and his clothes were a mess, but his saunter was as smooth as ever and she didn’t see any blood. Good. She wouldn’t have to deal with a guilty conscious. [break][break] "I already told you, I’m fine," she grumbled noncommittally. She’d told enough lies in her life to know when she couldn’t get away with one. Then again, she didn’t have to tell the whole truth. She glanced down, looking for other injuries. She’d scraped her leg, but other than that there didn’t seem to be too much external damage. He hadn’t seen her land, he didn’t need to know that her right arm had taken most of the impact. Her leg hurt too, but she didn’t think it was broken. At least, she hoped it wasn’t. As long as she could walk on it she might be able to pull this off. And if not? Well, she could still try. [break][break] It was a pity she hadn’t been paying attention. With all her training, she knew how to fall right. If she had been thrown off the bike at a different angle things could have been a lot worse. Unfortunately, she had a nasty habit for focusing on other people when she should be worried about herself. It was a side effect of being forced to watch over her younger siblings for so many years. [break][break] Mikaela froze as Touri got closer. Every muscle in her body tensed as she resisted the urge to claw at his face. She rarely let people near her while she was injured. Growing up it had been a dangerous idea to let her guard down, especially when she already couldn’t defend herself. [break][break] "I don't know." she lifted a hand to tentatively touch the cut on her forehead. She hadn't noticed that one. At least it was only a cut. If she had landed differently the ornaments in her hair could have been shoved into her skull. [break][break]"Touri," she whispered, only to lose her train of thought when he tore off part of his sleeve. She leaned back as he tried to bring the purple fabric close to her. She batted his hand away. What had she been about to say? It was definitely something that would distract him from all of this. It didn't matter. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
A simple statement, yet the assassin had been around long enough to know that most people who said those words didn’t truly mean them. Let alone Ruby. Why was she so insistent on being so stubborn? It only became more infuriating when she shrunk away, much like a cat, and swatted his hand away from her. Daichi was slightly dumbfounded that she would and stood in front of her still gripping the cloth.
“I’m trying to see how bad your head wound is!” he finally snapped back, wondering if he should make another pass with the cloth, “you might need stitches. Kami preserve us.”
Of course, she was going to be difficult, that was what nekomata did.
“This right here is why I never got a cat,” he mumbled to himself though he was pretty certain she’d hear it. Without any prior authorization, Daichi dove back in. He managed to get a good dab before she could swat him away again and then habitually backed up – no sense in losing a limb.
Thankfully it didn’t seem like she was bleeding too much.
Daichi didn’t wait for anymore complaints from the fiery-eyed nekomata but instead turned upwards towards where the bike crashed. How would they get to the hospital? He briefly juggled a few ideas but then settled on the simplest one, whipping out his cell phone quickly and shooting a brief text to someone. Once the text was sent, he laid his eyes back on Ruby.
If she wasn’t going to tell him if anything was wrong, he was going to trick it out of her.
“Let’s get back to my bike,” he gestured that she should walk up the hill first before adding, “well, what’s left of it anyways.”
As much as he wanted to probe her for the actual truth about her bike skills, Daichi didn’t see the point of that right now. He waited patiently for her to start walking. If something was broken, he’d be able to tell. Unless she was really, really good at hiding those things. At that point there would be a bigger problem.
What had he gotten himself into? Really…
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[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 frowned. She had no idea what he was talking about. Why would he need to know how injured she was? He wasn't the one who would have to deal with it. Was there any chance he was actually concerned for her well-being? That couldn't be right. It wasn't like he needed her alive for anything. As far as she knew they were just some weird type of friends. She had to be missing something. Him acting like he cared was too suspicious. [break][break] She hissed as he approached with the cloth. She debated biting his hand, but he drew out of range before she made up her mind. Instead, she settled on growling at him. [break][break] "I can take care of myself, you know," she grumbled as he pulled out his phone, "It's not like I'm a child. Or worse, some innocent fool that's never been hurt before. I've been in worse condition. This is nothing." [break][break] Mikaela narrowed her eyes as he suggested they go back to his bike. Was he trying to call her bluff? He was definitely trying to make her look like an idiot. Well, the joke was on him. Growing up she'd been forced to pretend she wasn't injured too many times to slip up now. Suddenly she was much more determined to pull off a lie she'd previously deemed impossible. [break][break] She checked that her purse was still over her shoulder and her cross necklace hadn't fallen off before pushing herself to her knees, then standing. A cold dizziness washed through her, but she ignored it until it faded enough to focus. She kept pressure off of her right leg as she met his gaze. The uphill incline looked exhausting, but she would deal with one thing at a time. "Lead the way, Touri." she drawled, crossing her arms over her chest. That was the best way to keep her right arm still without it seeming suspicious.
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