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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
Gradually, winter was drawing to a close with the arrival of February. Although, the weather cheerfully continued throwing despicable frigid temperatures in an unforgiving manner. Winds were high, blowing flakes of snow off the ground. Ultimately, the windchill added to the already cold weather of the day. Exposed skin stung when the winds made contact, freezing even the most warm blooded. Work was still a necessity, which resulted in Felix rousing from the comfort of their bed to tug on warm clothing. Shortly afterwards, they were berated by their parents for the notion of going outside which meant being fussed over. They worked towards dressing their blind child would be protected from the frigid temperatures. Their benevolence was taken, but Felix merely felt the stigma of being helpless lingering over their head.
Near the end of the warm clothing endeavour, their parents had dressed them in a thick dark purple sweater, an oversized black coat, a set of monochrome mittens, scarf and toque before feeling their child was prepared. Naturally, they insisted on giving them a ride with consideration of the horrible weather a walk would face. Although, Felix constantly refused the proposal with intentions of feeling independent. Even as they escaped the warm surroundings of home they lacked regret despite the vicious assault the wind wagered against their face. The blind individual's cheeks were stinging while they braced the malicious freezing wind. Whistles and rustling tree branches could be heard alongside the tapping of Felix's cane on the cement sidewalk. Static electricity spread out from the purple-haired person in order to sense their current whereabouts as they traveled.
The streets appeared relatively empty due to the horrendous weather the day was providing. It became obvious to the blind individual from both sensory and lack of voices. Gently, Felix pushed up the black tinted lenses as they continued to listen to the whistling wind. The memorization of a majority of Lorsette's layout remained ingrained in the blind individual's mind, allowing for smooth navigation to the presumed location the various citizens may have fled. A haste was captured in their steps as they grew closer to their destination, Crescent Moon Cafe. Their static sensory noticed the indentation in the building that acted as a door, the sign above with its shape alongside indented letters provided further indication. Carefully, the purple-haired teen pushed open the cafe door, hearing a bell signaling the arrival of a newcomer.
Warmth wrapped around them, providing comfort in its friendly embrace despite causing an increased stinging. Scents of baking a fresh coffee filled the air, making the atmosphere more inviting; alongside giving another confirmation that they had the right location. Soft voices spoke which allowed Felix to be aware that there were a few other occupants of the cafe that decided to settle in the quiet with a pleasant hot beverage. Hushed speaking was inviting to the blind individual due to their sensitivity to thunderous noises; the last desire they held was gaining a headache. They walked towards the counter, Felix's hands carefully fetching the five dollar bill from their pocket, the amount becoming obvious from the braille edging. A pleasantly warm cup of tea was purchased, the worker already aware of them. Afterwards, Felix turned away from the counter, sending out static waves to allow them to sense for a quiet, secluded space to listen.
The sensory confirmed the couch was available, thus the blind individual walked towards it, settling in the plush surface. The porcelain mug holding the tea was carefully set on the table while Felix leaned back into the comfortable seat. A gentle sigh escaped their lips as they folded their hands onto their lap. The informant remained silent, listening to their surroundings in hopes of discovering the latest information that could be provided to the TRS. There was work to be accomplished, which meant allowing themself to carefully eavesdrop on the various other cafe occupants; rude, but required for their occupation. With that, the blind individual granted their body rest while they gained the information that would remained locked in their eidetic memory for years.
It was indeed a blustery, cold, and harsh winter's morning. Yun had spent his waking hour racking his brain for places to eat. His job the night before had gone off without a hitch, though he found himself needing to sleep in a small inn that was comfortable and suited his tastes well enough. Unfortunately, he found out not too long after waking that the inn's food stores had spoiled thanks to a freezer malfunction so he was left to fend for himself. There were some small eateries he could think of that had decent food, but there was one set farther away that had great food. It was one of his favorite stores to frequent for a good pick-me-up after a miserable and headache-inducing night.
Even if he would have to walk through the snow and harsh winds outside, he couldn't really stop himself from lacing up the boots, grabbing a pair of thick mittens, and dressing down in 3 layers of warm clothes and sweatshirts before setting off with a leap and a bound for the Crescent Moon Cafe. On this day, he was thankful for all his training and still having pretty good stores of energy. Through lessened visibility and icy winds that blew straight into his face, he held tight to his scarf and batted headlong against the snow and winds. It chilled him to the bone, though he couldn't help but think that he'd battled against stronger snowstorms. There had been times in his life where the cold was near-suffocating and would weigh down on him as if he himself were being coated entirely in ice. Of course, he had more than he could remember, but comparing seasons was distraction enough for him to get halfway down the next street.
He kept up the fervent jogging, red-cheeked and huffing a little bit from the exertion, but not yet winded. There were places where he opted for a shortcut instead of taking the longer route. It would've given him more exercise, but his stomach was starting to grumble from the emptiness. In fact, it was harder to think while running on empty; he missed a turn a couple times and opted to turn around and go back. Eventually, he spotted the Cafe through the thicket of snowy gust and was happy seeing a couple of people turn in to keep the door open for him.
That wasn't bad. In fact, he would have to wonder later how far he had ran. His eyes turned upwards as he pulled off his scarf and mittens, sighting that about 25 minutes had passed since his departure. For him, that had to have been something of a record, given that he had jogged at a good pace for nearly the entire trip over. And it would all be worth it. The inside smells wafting in the air were making his mouth water and his grin widened past his crimson-blushed cheeks. He stood in line for a while, behind a small family couple standing in front with supposedly their son in-between. After they had made their purchase, it was his turn and he decided today to treat himself. A little indulgence from time to time wouldn't hurt.
Buying several pastries and a croissant, Yun immediately retreated into the most comfortable spot on the couch that happened to not be too far away from the couple in front of him. They must've been thinking the same thing because the general area they both chose wasn't too far away from where the heater blew and a lot of the heat from the ovens must've been blowing. The two couches were back-to-back and as soon as Yun settled in, he started to immediately tucker into his breakfast. At first, he was more concerned with the food than on his surroundings, but once he had started to eat at a more sedate pacing, he started looking to find ways of entertain himself. There were plenty of people here and almost all talking loudly or munching along with peers. Some were young children or rowdy ones all endorsing the latest gossip.
His eyes scanned around the room, idling away his time. His neighbor seemed to have a similar idea, he observed. They were both seemingly sitting there, not interacting with anyone and seemingly content for one reason or another. He was a little curious, though pushed it aside as he laid back and stuffed a doughnut into his mouth. His age-old eyes studied the youth as well as he did the others, seeing the darkened glasses and the hands that were neatly folded over their lap. They were completely silent; nary a peep. His brows leveled when he could make out that the figure wasn't asleep or merely lost in thought. No, their posture and the way they sat didn't give him the impression. It seemed to him that the youth was keenly listening in on something. Notes: If this is still open... I'm no master with psychology and everything, but I can still do some good writing XD.
Warmth embraced Felix with comfort similar to a friend as they remained relaxed in the softness of the couch. Cold and heat warred on their red cheeks, obvious by the bouts of pains as cold futilely fought back against the overwhelming forces of warmth. The blind individual's electricity manipulation continued to send out static waves, allowing the various shapes in the room to fuzzily be pictured. The tables, chairs alongside the couch backed against them were sensed thoroughly to regain a thorough familiarity of the environment; not much had changed since their last visit. Dedicated gossipers remained in their usual seats, recognized by their tones, vocal patterns alongside the shape provided by static sensory. Conversation proceeded smoothly in loud talking with the occasional obnoxious shouts of surprise over the latest news, but none remained fixated on what Felix required.
Eventually, a ring arrived from the bell stationed above the door, signalling the arrival of the latest patron. Instead of providing acknowledgement, Felix allowed themself to sink further into the soft depths of the couch. Their cane carefully leaned against the edge of the couch, quietly waiting should it be required. They sensed their fellow patron move, noticing when he settled on the couch behind them. Sounds of settling were made, but the informant remained unbothered by the man's presence. Listening was the primary objective, thus Felix ignored the eating man and instead continued to eavesdrop on the numerous pieces of useless information in hopes of discovering a diamond in the rough. Unfortunate, a majority of the conversational topics featured around the dull gossiping of mere personal affairs which was meager in significant information standards. The blind individual was not content with the lack of information, but their face remained impassive.
A mild regret began sparking over arriving at the cafe given the horrendous weather conditions considering there was a severe lacking in required data. Remaining within the wonderful doors of home would have satisfied their parents alongside allowed them to avoid the harshness of the brutal weather. These conversations that would become locked within the vault that was their eidetic memory were worthless. There were no mentioning of terrors or the Assembly of Phantoms and instead conversation revolving around petty teenage problems to fulfill the pathetic requirement of complaining. Fortunately, the elevated noise lacked the capability to initiate a headache; something Felix was thankful for. There were no thoughts taken towards interacting with the stranger stationed on the neighboring couch despite the possible providing of knowledge they craved. When their couch neighbor leaned back, Felix did not openly acknowledge the action and continued facing ahead of them.
Static sensing allowed the informant to become aware of the scrutinizing the man was doing alongside the various aspects of his appearance. The shaping remained unfocused, the blind individual finding it difficult considering the numerous layers of clothing the man possessed; the static was through the fabrics in a confusing muddle. Silence proceeded, Felix gradually growing irritated with the observing.
"I would prefer if you ceased staring, it is bothersome," the young individual stated neutrally.
Their purple eyes remained facing towards the window as blindness made attempting eye contact pointless; their envy remained with those who could learn to value it. A bland neutrality was contained in Felix's voice, displaying the maintained impassiveness towards other individuals. Slowly, the informant adjusted their position, allowing them to properly sit despite the squishy prison that was the couch. The tea was retrieved smoothly and ferried towards Felix's lip for a small sip while their ears listened for the response of their neighbor. Information was lacking from a majority of the patrons, thus possibly commencing an active conversation could provide some yields or at least mild amusement.
A thumb on his cheek, Yun curled his lower lip into a tiny smile before taking his eyes away. Though, he was still inclined to continue observing and kept his head and ears craned in silence. He saw the small movements here and there as well as the occasional roll of the head. Passive, withdrawn, and seemingly not there to do anything but sit. The other people in the cafe went on chattering, passing by like wisps of smoke, though the boy said and did nothing.
Nobody around would look and see more than a boy silently drinking and relaxing by himself. Yun however, with all the experience that came from both old age and TRS experience, saw the trick and leveled his brow toward the youth. It was a clever and unique little setup and didn't take a whole lot of thought for him to figure out they were actually paying close attention to the conversations going on and about, listening closely for something. Their ears bristled and it was too active to be consigned to any type of meditation. No, their senses seemed to be finely honed and acute, seeing as how he seemed perfectly aware of everything going about around him. He also observed the people around him and started noticing the subtle movements as the conversations moved.
To what end however, was a matter he was rather curious about and decided to take a course of action. Talking in a slight whisper over his shoulder, Yun spoke at just enough of a hushed tone for them to hear. "You look like you're deep in thought to everyone around, but to me you look more like a fox in a henhouse." Notes: XXX
The warm liquid rolled down Felix's throat while they waited for the stranger to respond or at least cease the aggravating staring. Eyes observing the individual always provided feelings of paranoia which was a natural instinct for an informant in their opinion. Slowly, the cup was lowered back towards the coaster that patiently waited. The possibility of the person being Assembly affiliated lingered in the blind individual's mind, but they managed to maintain a calm disposition. Breathing was slower than usual in effort to keep their heart rate a steady average; those with enhanced hearing could possibility notice if it increased. The actions were all taken out of caution, mostly to avoid displaying nervous emotions. Gradually, the individual settled back into the comfort of the couch where they heard the man's response whispered back; it caused Felix to raise a brow.
This man definitely appeared to be observational based on the spoken words. There appeared to be a brief amount of time taken to register what the blind individual was accomplishing, although, Felix bore no malicious intentions. The stranger had likely realized they were quietly listening instead of resting in the luxurious comfort of the couch. A momentarily silence was kept by the blind individual as they organized their thoughts for a response.
"You believe me to possess ill-intent? Is listening truthfully a crime when your eyes can not interact with the world?" Felix inquired, curious towards the answers. "I assure you that my listening holds no maliciousness."
The words were quietly spoken, an attempt to keep the accusations between themself and this stranger. The mere noticing of their listening caused the informant to feel slightly tense; somebody had observed them enough to make those connections. However, it was difficult not to under close observation considering the positioning the blind individual had given themself while sinking into the depths of the couch allowed for them to silently hear the various conversations.
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