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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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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You only got a couple miles to go if you're trying to drive me insane
Focusing hard on her task, Cali's eyebrows scrunched together as she concentrated. Her tongue poked out a bit as she moved, the knife slowly bobbing up and down as she carved her pineapple slowly. She had been working the entire week to learn how to cook for herself better. It wasn't that she wasn't good at making food for herself, she was just a little scared of the oven. And the stovetop. And the kitchen. She had mostly existed on microwave and quick meals until now, with the occasional take away to supplement her week.
It was only until she realised that she hadn't had a real vegetable in three weeks that she finally buckled down on teaching herself how to cook. The past couple times had gone... badly. She had managed to set the hob on fire a week back, frantically throwing water at it until it finally sizzled out. The wall behind her stove was still a little crispy in places she still hadn't figured out how to clean.
This time, she was trying to start on an easier dish. She had found a good pineapple cake recipe on the Youtube, and went to work almost immediately. Her classes had let out recently, giving her far too much time on her hands. Trouble was keen to follow her if she had *time, and she had to wisely fill her schedule to avoid that.
The skin of the pineapple fell away in ragged shreds, and she left a good part of the edible pieces still on the rind, but she was doing it, and that was all that mattered. Her knife came down more confidently, and a searing pain went through her thumb in that exact moment. She blinked dumbly down at her hand, watching blood seep over the cutting board and trickling over the last piece of pineapple she had cut. The hand that held the knife had slipped, losing control and slicing through the webbing of her thumb and forefinger effectively.
It hurt like a bitch, and she waffled for a moment before grabbing a tea towel and bundling her bloody hand. Trotting out into the hall of her apartment, she glanced left and right before knocking on a door with her good hand. "Do you have a bandaid, I think I cut my thumb off."
open thread ● preferably a cute bandaid, not an ugly plain one thx
[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 liked her time off. She liked curling up on the couch with in her hoodie to read a book. And, most importantly, she liked getting breaks from dealing with people. That’s why she told very few people where she lived. She was happy to annoy people into leaving her alone in public, but in her own home she’d prefer to not have to. [break][break] That was why when Thief started barking at the door she did her best to ignore it. Of course, it wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door, sending Thief flying back in her direction. He whined and scratched at the edge of the couch until she finally put her book down. [break][break] Mikaela grabbed a knife as she made her way to the door. When she saw Cali through the peephole, she put the knife on a table by the door. Based on their interaction in the past, she didn’t think the girl was a serious threat. She swooped down to pick Thief up then opened the door. [break][break] She leaned against the doorframe as she glanced at Cali’s injured hand. There was so much blood she had to look away quickly. She’d been used to blood growing up, but now it just triggered memories better left buried, along with a deep-rooted feeling of disgust. “You think you cut off your thumb?” she raised an eyebrow. Thief struggled in her arms and she stepped out of the doorway. “Come in, sit down. I’ll see what I have.” she sighed.
You only got a couple miles to go if you're trying to drive me insane
She shuffled uncomfortably as she waited, listening to the muffled barks behind the door. Cali knew she was in, she could practically hear the person inside finally caving to her knocking. If she had a tail, it would have immediately wagged upon seeing Mikaela open the door. She flashed her a sunny smile as she offered her bloodied hand higher so the other girl could see it better.
"Yeah. Well. I don't know, actually. It really hurts, and I'm too scared to actually look at it so I've just resigned myself to the fact that it's gone now." The towel that her hand was wrapped in was quickly becoming overcome by the amount of blood that was seeping out of her hand, and Cali winced as she readjusted it.
Relief washed over her face as she was invited in. Even with the incredible amount of pain she was in, she still had time to feel overjoyed at being invited into somebody else's home. It wasn't terribly often that she was asked to stay over, and she just couldn't place her finger on why.
"Do you have any of the cool bandaids? Not the horrible brown ones, they don't match my skintone what so ever. I saw someone with a racecar one the other day. That was cool." She didn't feel the need to mention that the somebody was also quite visibly 10. "You don't think I'll need to see a doctor, do you? I could just put a bandaid on it and keep cutting my pineapple?"
[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 looked away as Cali lifted her hand higher. “Why did you have to come to me about it?” she groaned softly as Cali entered the apartment. She closed the door and put Thief down. She wasn’t sure if Cali would actually leave once she got her bandaid, but tending to the wound was definitely the first step to getting her to move on. Any hope at a peaceful evening had definitely gone out the window, though. [break][break] She ignored Thief as he raced over to Cali and start scratching at her leg begging for attention. Usually he would avoid strangers as long as they weren’t sitting in one of his spots, but she hadn’t spent much time with him today so he was probably desperate for pets. [break][break] Mikaela went over to the kitchen and searched for a bowl before filling it with warm water. “The cool bandaids are really small, we can’t use them if the cut is too bad.” she replied. “So let’s clean it and see.” She put the bowl of water on the table then grabbed some old cloths she’d never managed to get the blood stains out of. “I’m not going to take you to a doctor, but if it’s bad enough that you need stitches you’ll have to go.” she added. She had taken care of plenty of deep wounds in the past, but she didn’t want Cali to come running back to her if she ended up tearing her stitches, which seemed likely. She also didn’t want Cali thinking she could come to Mikaela any time she hurt herself.
You only got a couple miles to go if you're trying to drive me insane
Cocking her head curiously, Cali answered, “who else would I go to?”
That one genuinely stumped her. She didn’t know too many other people in her building. Something that granted, she ought to rectify as soon as possible. Maybe if she escaped this knife business and got back to her thing that she was making, she could make cookies or something. A nice, safe one that didn’t require cutting things up. It did take ovens, though, and she didn’t have a very good rep with hot things touching her bare skin.
Absentmindedly dropping a hand to stroke the little animal, she watched Mikaela until she was completely out of sight before casting her eyes around the room. She was desperate to have a proper look around, but it would be terrible manners to get blood all over her stuff in the process. Blood was impossible to get out once it set a stain.
Heaving a dramatic sigh, Cali resigned herself to her fate.
“Fine, but I don’t think it’s that bad, I swear it just needs a little bandaid and I’ll be good to go. Oh wait— do you think I could just put some cute bandaids on top of the big one…? That might work…”
Cali trailed off, the rusty cogs in her head turning, albeit very slowly, as she worked on a solution for her new problem.
“Well I’m not going. I can just do surgery at home, I doubt it’s that hard. People do it every day.”
She offered her hand, warily unwrapping the tea towel from it. Her face crinkled as the dried blood stuck to the fabric, pulling away painfully as fresh blood welled in its place.
“You think it’s bad…?”
Despite her bravado, she was a little worried. Stitches did not sound like a pleasant endeavour and she did not want to go to the hospital.
[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 shook her head. Maybe she needed to put something up to ward off bad luck. That might help her avoid situations like this. “If you do stitches at home you’ll get an infection, and then you’ll be stuck in a bed for a week with fever dreams and nightmares.” she replied. Assuming Cali was as childish as she acted, that should be enough to scare her off. Then again, Mikaela was used to much younger kids. She probably needed something that would scare sane people too. “And if you don’t go to the doctor then the infection could get really bad and you might have to cut your whole hand off.” she added. [break][break] She sat down across from Cali and braced herself to actually examine the wound. “I can’t be sure until we get the blood off.” she said, picking up one of the towels and dipping it into the water. There was definitely a lot of blood, which wasn’t necessarily a bad sign. Some people just bled more than others. She studied Cali for a moment before doing anything else. This part would probably hurt and she wasn’t sure how well the girl could handle pain. If she started squirming around or ran away it wouldn’t be good. [break][break] She moved Cali’s arm so her bleeding finger would be over the bowl of water. “Why don’t you tell me how you got this?” she asked. When she was younger, healers would always try to get her talking if they had to do something that would be painful. It was a good distraction from what was going on, not that she had actually needed it. Even from a young age, Mikaela was used to pain. It was one of few constants throughout her childhood. She doubted Cali would have as much experience dealing with pain as she did. She wasn’t sure how long telling that story would keep Cali’s attention, but if it was too short she’d probably be able to come up with something else to ask.
You only got a couple miles to go if you're trying to drive me insane
Blinking suspiciously at Mikaela, Cali's eyes narrowed into a squint. "How bad of nightmares are we talking? I've had some pretty weird ones. Once, I was in the woods. And there was a really-- and I mean REALLY big elephant. But it was like, the woods. Not the desert? Or wherever elephants live. And it had three eyes, THREE. I was shaken for days."
Either way, the girl was begrudgingly worn off of doing home surgery. For now, anyway. She would see how bad it might be and decide then.
Ever glad for an excuse to talk, Cali immediately launched into a rendition of what happened. "So, I was scrolling on my phone last night and saw a really cool--but not actually that complicated-- recipe for a cake, and I thought maybe I could do it. The recipe had canned pineapple but I saw the real big pineapples and thought that would be better. I was slicing it and then cut off my finger real good. Honestly, the pineapple juice getting all into it hurt worse than the actual knife."
Cali glanced down without a second thought, very happy to keep offering her hand. She hadn't realised her pain tolerance was this high until now, but really, she didn't feel a thing. "Hey, is it bad that I can't actually feel you touching that? I feel great. Maybe I could just do home surgery if it doesn't actually hurt." She couldn't actually tell if she could still bend her finger or not, but that was at the back of her mind. She was more fascinated that she was doing great. She cried when she got her ears pierced, so maybe this was a part of being an adult that no one actually talked about.
[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 blinked at Cali's description of her nightmare. If that was her worst nightmare, she was lucky. Mikaela had been cursed by nightmares since she was a child, and all of them were worse than mutated animals. She kept a journal of her dreams, but some of them were too hard to remember long enough to write down. She'd rather let those ones fade from her memory anyway. "Let's just say there are scarier things than three eyed elephants." she replied. [break][break] As predicted, it didn't take much prompting to get Cali talking. She set to work, the steps of cleaning a wound as familiar as breathing. She had done this for her brother whenever he got himself hurt and didn't want their father knowing. Of course, he usually had much worse wounds than this. This was still deep, but at least she didn't have to fear for Cali's life. [break][break] As Cali's story came to an end she briefly wondered what possessed someone to sell Cali a knife, but that train of thought came to an abrupt when Cali mentioned that she didn't feel any pain. Even if she had an amazingly high pain tolerance, she should have at least felt it. [break][break] "That's probably not good," she sighed. She had always been taught that pain was a tool. When it was missing it was usually a red flag. If Cali hadn't already been resistant to the idea of going to a hospital, she would have suggested she go now. As it was, she was the last person who would push the matter. If she was ever seriously injured she'd rather accept subpar wound care than be forced to go to a doctor. [break][break] Maybe it was just adrenaline. Cali didn't seem like the type of person that would regain control quickly after a burst of adrenaline. Then again, cutting a finger wasn't exactly the scariest thing in the world. Maybe it was for normal people though? It was hard for Mikaela to know what qualified as a legitimate threat to people that hadn't been raised in an environment where they had to fight for their lives. [break][break] She inspected the cut itself. It wasn't too deep, but she knew any cut could do serious damage if it wasn't cared for correctly. Especially if that cut was on someone's hand. People interacted with too many dirty things to avoid infections if they didn't take care of their wounds. There was some redness around the cut, but she didn't think that would be related to the numbness. Sometimes when a lot of nerves were cut at once it could cause the area to be numb for a couple of weeks. She didn't really know enough about first aid to determine if it was something worse, though. She never went to hospitals, but if a wound was severe enough she always had other people to contact to take a look at it. [break][break] She debated what to do for a moment before deciding to gather what information she could. Which meant first she should test the adrenaline theory since that would mean she could go about bandaging the wound as usual. There were different ways to test that, but she went with the easiest one. She grabbed a blade from the counter behind her and stabbed Cali's arm, careful to make it about as deep as the cut on her finger. "Did that hurt?" she asked.
You only got a couple miles to go if you're trying to drive me insane
Baffled, Cali shook her head negative. "No, there can't be. That was horrible. It could even, like, blink in unison. The eyeballs didn't all focus on the same thing either, like a chameleon. It still haunts me sometimes, when I go to the zoo." She gave a little shudder, shaking off the horror of a slightly unnatural elephant staring at her.
She had barely noticed that Mik had cleaned the wound so efficiently. She didn't really feel much down there, and she was glad for the distraction of talking. However, now that she had gotten onto the topic of dreams, she couldn't help but have the images of her nightmares firmly pasted to the forefront. Her eyes darted to the window, suddenly a little skeptical. "You don't think anything could get up here, could they...?" Surely they were too high for an elephant to reach, even a hell-elephant, hellephant? Yes, Hellephant.
"Why not? It's certainly good for me. I don't want to feel anything happening down there." Of course it was good. Who actively wanted to feel pain? In fact, she was having the time of her life. Maybe after this she could convince Mikaela to let her stay here. Her own apartment was boring, but it was thrilling to be let inside someone else's home, even if it was under the threat of her finger being cut off.
Now that the wound was clean, Cali was grateful to see that her finger hadn't actually been severed. The pineapple had stopped stinging, and now she truly couldn't feel much down there. Raising her hand closer, Cali wrinkled her nose back up as blood welled back to the surface again, quickly patting it onto the towel that was used to clean it.
Her eyes tracked Mikaela curiously as she moved, watching with fascination as she grabbed a blade and stuck it straight into her arm. Cali froze for a minute, before the pain of that sank into her, too. She hissed, retracting her arm carefully as blood oozed down from the new incision. "Yes, very much so. Why did you do that?!" She wasn't sure whether to be sullen or curious. The stab certainly hurt, but it didn't hurt near as much as it did when her hand was stabbed.
[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 studied Cali’s face. As far as she could tell, the girl was serious. Her biggest fear was a three eyed elephant. Mikaela had grown up around terrors worse than that, and sometimes she forgot not everyone else had the same experiences. How was she supposed to blend in with this type of life when she was so different? [break][break] “Don't worry, an elephant wouldn’t be able to make it through these halls. A baby elephant, maybe, but we could handle that.” she replied. “You know, my little sister is a seer, she has three eyes. I promise in real life it’s not as scary as it seems.”
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That was something she’d usually try to avoid talking about, but Cali didn’t seem like a huge threat. What would she do with the information that Mikaela had a little sister? It wasn’t like she’d know who to tell to get the best rewards. Unless Cali was some sort of spy… that was ridiculous though. Right? Even Mikaela wouldn’t be able to stand acting so ditsy, and she had pulled off thousands of innocent acts in the past.
[break][break]
After stabbing Cali’s arm, Mikaela remained tense and ready to defend herself. Most people didn’t particularly enjoy being stabbed. Thankfully, Cali seemed more shocked than angry. And she was in pain. That would make this a bit trickier. “You have to realise that’s bad, right?” she asked. “Cuts are supposed to hurt. If you weren’t feeling anything at all it might be ok, but if you can feel the other one that’s not good.” She wrapped a bit of gauze into a lump and handed it to Cali for the new cut.
[break][break]
Mikaela clucked her tongue and debated what the next step should be. She’d had cuts that were numb if too many nerves were cut through, but she didn’t think that was possible in a finger. She also didn’t think it was deep enough for that. Shallow cuts, especially on the finger, usually hurt the most. So what else could it be? “Was the knife you were using clean?”
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