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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Vashti didn't notice the phantom pain in her arm because she was too frustrated. Though she could still see his arm bleeding and it was making her upset that he had failed to try and keep it from bleeding any further. He had options, maybe the shirt was too precious to tear so that he could tend to the bleeding. She was angry, she wasn't about to hiding that fact from him, he needed to hear how upset she was at him and at that damn Disguiser. His words went in one ear and out the other, "YOU JUST DON'T GET IT." She snapped at him, finding that some of his words could be found true, but she hadn't lost her temper until he had once again used himself as bait. Maybe things would have been different if he hadn't friendzoned her, but he had and this was his punishment for it.
Your orders, your orders were to let you be used as bait so that if you died I'd be lonely here. Being a friend might be good enough for you but it isn't good enough for me. Not for a long shot. If you had died, I would be quick to join you FRITZ, but you just don't see that do you? All you care about is being a hero, it wasn't the fact that you saved me that day, perhaps you only care about the fame that comes with it. The medical team had approached and instead of taking the help he needed for his arm, he was focusing on arguing with her instead. So much for that lame apology. If she had a change to calm her temper, it had disappeared as soon as he gave her his order. Forbidden from running off? Forbidden my ass. I'm just another person you saved, nothing more, nothing less. Why don't you do us both a favor and just accept that fact. She remained quiet because she didn't want him knowing what was going on in her thoughts.
The medical team had managed to tug Fritz away to help him with his wounds. It was during this time her radio went off and she replied to it and was off. The Pipsqueaks dodged her attack for the second time. I think I am tired, there is no way they are that fast. It was annoying to know that was likely the case but before she could get a hit in, she heard his voice shouting out at her. "Raising my kill count." It came out angry because she wasn't happy with him still, he just didn't get it. She moved in to swing at the Pipsqueaks again, they tried dodging but she chased after them, cutting them down into nothing. Killing those Pipsqueaks didn't make me feel better. I need something much stronger.... Her radio went off again, another Terror in sight. Finally. She thought to herself before raising the radio to her lips about to answer it.
The anger filled responses that were given towards Fritz gave no effect to the hunter. There were always people who maintained aggravation towards the actions he took and after numerous years of living, the reaper had grown acquainted with the emotion being displayed. Any words that contained anger were ignored considering it was obvious that Vashti needed to relax. After years of being a warrior, the elite hunter found it difficult to notice the error in his ways. Numerous soldiers sacrificed their lives for their cause, a superior or the innocent which was something understandable according to Fritz's view. In the hero's case, it was to protect the innocent to avoid them meeting the horrible pit of emotions received from losing loved ones; the memories of his burning village fueling it.
As it currently stood, that desire fueled him in abandoning the medical team in order to save his battle hungry apprentice. The situation was upsetting to Fritz considering his lecturing seemed to fail. Kill counts had never been astonishing to the ancient warrior considering the maturity that arrived with those numerous years spent as a soldier. The reaper bore a countenance of frustration and irritation due to the brunette's insistence to raise her kill count. Each defensive move was causing mild stinging to his wounds, which only increased Fritz's irritation.
"KILL COUNTS DON'T MATTER!" The reaper exclaimed while he continued defending himself. "DO YOU EVER LISTEN TO ME?!"
When the chase suddenly started, Fritz merely watched as Vashti finished the creatures. A hint of concern entered the warrior's expression as he gazed at his apprentice who seemed keen on fighting more. This reckless attitude that was being displayed showed a willingness to push herself far beyond her limits, but there was weakness that could be sought in that. At times, admitting a requirement of assistance showed a strength spoken beyond words. Slow steps were taken as Fritz began to approach, the moment of silence allowing him to listen to the gentle crouch of snow beneath his feet and the pounding of his heart. The constant brawling was exhausting his body that craved time to heal, but pushing himself further was easy; it had been accomplished for centuries. The radio sounded, another report about a terror sighting sounding which caused the reaper to pause until he witnessed Vashti fetch her radio.
Steps held haste as Fritz quickly reached out to pull his friend into a tight embrace. The sword fell to the ground, getting buried in the snow in favor of ceasing the impulsive fighting desire. The motions caused his injured arm to shout in pain, but it was ignored in hopes of capturing Vashti in an embrace.
"Stop... you are tired and need to rest," he mumbled softly.
All the reaper wanted was for his friend to remain safe and these reckless actions were not assisting the matter. The extensive time and effort taken towards defending her would be futile if he allowed her to continue her rampage. Currently, the hunter possessed a single hope, which was to trap Vashti into an embrace in hopes of soothing the burning anger.
Vashti couldn't help but feel her anger rising. Fritz claimed that kill counts wouldn't matter but he was wrong, so wrong and she was about to prove it to him. The bloodlust to kill these damn Terrors was strong, of course AP would have the luck of surviving so they could be imprisoned and questioned but that wouldn't be her problem now would it, both would be off the streets and the Terrors, there were plenty to help her feel better after she killed all of them in sight. "YOUR ONE TO TALK, KILL COUNT DOESN'T MATTER? DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF RIGHT NOW? OF COURSE IT MATTERS AND IF YOU REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT IT YOU WOULD ACCEPT MY WORDS TRUE BECAUSE YOU, YOURSELF DO IT ALL THE TIME. UNLESS OF COURSE YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT THE HERO STATUS." She took a breath, "BECAUSE IT SURE ISN'T BASED OFF OF CARING. OH NO, THAT WOULD BE TOO MUCH FOR THE HERO."
Her comment was from anger that he had saved her and threw her in the friend zone. To make matters worse, he always threw himself out there, running the risk of his own death coming, if it meant saving that of another person. I know that is true, I've seen it from experience. I'm just another damn citizen to you. But I'll be damned if I die like one. She had finished off the Terrors, in her brain she was aware of how tired she was, but that wasn't going to stop her blood lust to kill off the Terrors. She wasn't paying attention to him but as soon as the report had come in, she had reached down to grab it but was interrupted when arms had pulled her into a hug. The comfort..... the fake dream that I'd be hugged over being the one hugging.... It was like a dream but I know this is real. Why is he so determined to stop me? Is it just because I'm his apprentice.... that must be so.... The thought made her somewhat frustrated but she slighted from a tired defeat.
If there was any chance of her wanting to go out and finish her blood lust, she would need to rest up so that her energy would come back before continuing her hunt. Her eyes were closed as she decided now was a perfect time as ever to try and get extra rest before leaving again. As she took the time to rest, she had noticed the faint phantom pain from her arm but she knew it wasn't her pain but that of Fritz. Why.... why are you doing this? You need to get your arm tended to... His words reached her ears but she didn't make a comment. Rest until when? You'll never accept us as soulmates, so why not keep going? You won't watch me forever so perhaps I'll continue then. She thought to herself before releasing her sword from her grip. This embrace, it was too good to pass up, even if her thoughts on the subject had been true, it wasn't everyday that Fritz had given her a hug instead. Slowly she wrapped her arms around him in return.
The anger of the Disguiser had changed to sorrow. It was impossible to remain upset with Fritz, not when he cared about the well being of those he saved or at the very least, her, or at least that is what she believed. Ever since they had met, he was the only one she had left and they had stayed side by side even if they had arguments it always managed to resolved one way or another. She hid her face against his chest. "How can I stop? It... it looked like a child? How the hell is anybody supposed to have the courage to go and attack it?"
Since the merciless destruction of his village thousands of years ago, Fritz worked towards rescuing others from demise. Why would anybody else deserve those feelings that accompanied loss when it could be temporary delayed? Thanatos' grasp was inescapable, but the hero cherished the moments he could save somebody to grant those close to them more precious moments. There was a determination glimmering in his blue eyes to cease Vashti's rage induced fighting. Initially, the aggravated yelling could be passively handled, however, hearing the brunette state he merely cared for the lavish title of hero stung. Eyes were narrowed towards the comment, but the reaper refused to rebuke against the words until he soothed Vashti; attempting now appeared futile. This sudden bloodthirsty behaving was being fueled immensely from the anger which meant banishing was necessary.
Embracing his friend appeared to be the only method of ceasing the anger-filled trance. Allowing Vashti to continue this reckless attitude could not be warranted considering he never desired to witness the wonderful woman meet death. Millenniums ago the frozen embrace of death had occurred, remaining a sensitive memory due to the immense brutality that resulted in dying. There was motivation to never allow Vashti to become acquainted with the horrifying reality that was the ending of one's life; even if it remained merely a delay. A tight grip was maintained, the pain of his wounded arm flaring, but ignored in order to keep the brunette close. Hugs were something that Vashti constantly craved from him, which led the reaper to presume this would calm her. Tranquility was reached when his friend reciprocated the embrace, causing Fritz's concerns to sooth slightly. When the questions were asked, the hero's eyes softened.
"You learn to... In the end, you remember that it isn't a child, it is a monster who wouldn't hesitate to kill one. Witnessing it never gets easier, but you must remember those creatures are sadistic and smart, they wouldn't pick a form that would be easy for somebody to kill. Once everything is over, you learn to pull yourself back together and take the aid of medics concerned about your wounds, and in that quiet time of healing, you remind yourself of who the monster is. Remind yourself of the reason for doing this," Fritz murmured quietly.
There was understanding in the concept, the reaper finding it difficult to stomach the idea of killing the creatures when disguised as children. Everything revolving around terrors appeared to numb eventually, his usual impassive disposition conquering those horrible emotions. Carefully, Fritz tightened his embrace around Vashti in hopes it would sooth her. As time drifted past, the topic of Vashti's reasoning for his heroic actions weighed heavily on his mind. Allowing the brunette to continue those incorrect thoughts could not be tolerated.
"You should also know that I genuinely don't care for kill counts. It's childish and pointless, and quite frankly, should I have counted every person and terror I killed, it would make me believe I am more monster than anything else," he started. "Those years when I was younger fuel me, give me that purpose to continue fighting. The agony of grief and chilly touch of death as he leads you beyond... I never want anybody to go through that ugly torment."
The explanation was purposefully vague due to the vast sensitive that surrounded the section of his past. There were touches of genuine emotion in his voice, making the mild tones of sorrow obvious. A haze clouded his eyes, a lingering sadness caused by unsettled memories from years ago. The depression generated from the destruction of his longtime home, the torturous days spent in malicious captivity to the dreadful minutes that ultimately lead to his first demise still effected him as though carved deeply into his bones. Silence followed on Fritz's end, his mind being occupied by the horrific thoughts and should Vashti be speaking, no words reached his ears.
Vashti had been too upset to regret the words that she had yelled at Fritz earlier. To her question, Fritz answer had come. Of course he made it sound like it was simple but to her, she couldn't just look away and keep going to kill it. She had to be sure, sure that it wasn't a child before moving in to kill it and even than, that innocent glimmer in its eye had thrown her in a loop hole, had Fritz not taken action she would have stood there like a sitting duck. He didn't tell me to join, he used my job as an excuse to not become a hunter and I chose. I won't back down, not now, not ever. She thought to herself, remaining quiet as she savored her hug with Fritz because it wouldn't last forever. Fritz grip had tightened around her, any tears that wanted to come out ceased as she felt comfort. Though that wouldn't distract her from the arm that still needed tending too. Fritz words entered her hears and she felt shamed, shamed for accusing him of such a thing.
Her arms around him tightened as if trying to comfort him. "Fritz... I." She started, unable to form the words of her apology. To her surprise, he didn't make a comment to her and she pulled away so that she could look up and see his face. His eyes, he seemed to be staring passed them. She reached her hand up to touch his face, caressing it with the palm of her hand. Come back to me Fritz... Don't think of the past. Think of the future and what it holds. She would wait, wait for him to seem to focus on her, staying silent in the meantime. He needed to know that she hadn't meant to upset him, or make the comment in the first place. Only having said it because she was upset, it wasn't a good excuse, she knew that, but he needed to know that she didn't really think that way. He had moments of frustrating her but that was all. "I'm sorry." She would answer, still feeling guilty for accusing him before.
She would lean her head against his chest again. "Forgive me..." Seeing Fritz look like that, she didn't know what he was feeling but she felt sad, sad that she had upset him. Sad that he was looking out in the distance as if stuck in thought or memory, the words from earlier had come out with some emotion, she hadn't missed it. Tears streamed down her face as she leaned into him.
There were moments when reality felt distant as the realm of memories consumed thoughts. Words remained lost as Fritz lacked a response to Vashti pulling away. On occasion, the reaper would discover himself drowning in memories, unable to escape the menacing pondering. Those reminders of the concept of being capable of accomplishing more to save those he cared about weighed heavy on his shoulders and appeared permanently latched to his conscious. The thoughts swirled like a tornado, consuming the entirety of his focus and leaving his stare blank. Noises fell upon deaf ears, the ancient warrior entering the trance of remembering. The screams, crackling of fire, swords clashing, metallic smells of blood and the mangled appearances of the wounded; a display of the war's tragedy and sorrows.
A crestfallen expression remained on his face due to the fixation, the reaper having difficulty pondering another topic of focusing on the present situation. Eventually, there was a soft touch to his face that possessed a tenderness that slowly gained his attention. In response, the hero blinked a few hasty times until his blue eyes gradually trailed down to the brunette who broke the trance. For a few moments, he merely stared, remaining speechless while his senses returned. The mild pain of his arm was noticed as Fritz glanced at the bandages, freshly blooded from the laborious activity of fighting. A gentle sigh graced his lips while his eyes lingered there until his friend spoke, causing his blue eyes to flit towards her. The words of an apology reached his ears, Fritz watching as Vashti's head leaned against his chest, the situation obviously upsetting her. There was a moment of hesitation before the reaper tightened his grip around the girl.
"... Don't worry about it," he mumbled. "It's just... one of those days."
Those days where everything appeared to be a sensitive topic, resulting in extensive thoughts of sorrow. Each word threatened to become a possible trigger towards the depressing events left in history. There were always days where the probability of fixating on those melancholic memories was increased. A neutral expression claimed Fritz's countenance, the reaper attempting to avoid displaying the sorrowful emotions while he rubbed Vashti's back in an attempt to comfort her. Throughout the years they known each other, the ancient warrior always hated witnessing her cry, the sighting going lengths to generate intense heartache for the reaper. It was always difficult for Fritz to comprehend exactly why witnessing the brunette cry created immense aching of his heart, but it increased his determination to comfort her.
Vashti didn't move from her spot, it was comforting that Fritz was hugging her tighter. It was moment like these when she would remember the moments prior and regret many of the choices she had made, though this one was by far the worst because she had gone on a killing streak. Though it was against Terrors she didn't normally act this shallow. She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt Fritz rubbing her back. Tears continued to stream down her face, she hadn't forgotten the phantom pain in her arm, it still could be felt even though she was distracted by other things. When the tears seemed to come to a stop, she would pull away slowly so that she could wipe her eyes with the palm of her hand. "Your in so much trouble, Mr. Lets get you back to the medics so they can continue working on your arm." He may not believe that she could sense his pain, but she could still sense it and though it bothered her, she was much more focused on wanting to help her friend become better. She leaned over to pick up her sword, placing it in her sheath planning on cleaning both the sword and the sheath later.
There were a few moments of silence that hung in the air while Fritz held Vashti. Words appeared meaningless for the moment as the quiet brought a peculiar sense of warmth and comfort. The embrace itself maintained calming tones, the reaper finding his momentarily upset emotions soothing. A frown continued to keep his countenance as his friend proceeded to cry, but the ancient warrior said no words to cease her tears. Despite the sorrow found in crying, it still possessed positive implications that the hero wanted to allow. This resulted in the subtle actions takin towards soothing the emotions within Vashti, like continuing to rub her back. The burning pain in his injured arm remained ignore while it pleaded for medical attention. In peaceful silence, Fritz's sword remained on the ground, growing cold as snowy conditions covered the iron blade. When the brunette gradually pulled away, the ancient warrior allowed the concept.
Once freed from the embrace, he slowly walked towards his sword, retrieving from the cruelness of the ground. While he scrutinized the blade for damages, he heard Vashti speak. For a moment, his eyes flirted towards her before he silently returned the blade to his scabbard. A nod acted as his response, Fritz still feeling a requirement for silence in the instance. Tending to his sword could wait until his medics finished with his wounds. Quietly, he waited for Vashti, expecting her to join him so the medics could tend to any wounds she acquired.
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