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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There was exhilaration in the beginnings of battle, Emmet's heart increasing in rate in anticipation for the upcoming brawl. Even the injuries that burned with pain failed to deter the lieutenant's stubborn resolve. The constructs remained, prepped for oncoming combat as he was informed about death not being a planned occasion. A mild hesitation was given when the water appeared, the demon noticing the woman draw a knife from her waist. This situation was suggesting a negative outcome, but the lieutenant's courage kept him braced. The sudden talk of weaknesses caused Emmet to stiffen, an acute nervous emotion transcending him; nobody enjoyed the enemy stating the awareness of a weakness. Expression wise, the lieutenant maintained a neutral countenance, keeping the concerns hidden from the public. Fears of a leadership figure easily influenced the attitudes of the individuals around them.
Thoughts were shortly preoccupied when the terror attacked him, the lieutenant successfully attack. Years of combat experience prepared him for these moments, his mind easily proceeding through the movements of defense and closing in. In the midst of a close-ranged combat instance, Emmet managed to gash the creature with the sharp constructs. A smirk crossed the demon's face, his eyes shortly flitting towards the woman who managed to create the horrible situation. A terrain of ice separated him from his fellow hunter, the Assembly member holding the knife and advancing towards the petrified hunter. In his peripheral vision he noticed the terror creating a future dark pulse that would be aimed at him. There were limited options, the lieutenant knowing he could defend himself, but at the risk of the hunter's safety. Without hesitation, Emmet banished the dark constructs, transforming them into points before launching them towards the Assembly member with the intention of forcing her back from the hunter.
After the launching, his yellow eyes returned to his enemy to witness the dark wave hastily coming his way. There was no possibility that Emmet could react fast enough to defend himself. The darkness slammed into him, sending him flying through the air. The demon landed on the pavement hard, his back and shoulders colliding with the sidewalk below, head following. Pain erupted mildly through his body, his enhanced endurance weakening the effects significantly. There was disorientation as the lieutenant gazed absently at his surroundings for a few moments, slowly rising back towards his feet, unprepared for a following attack.
Christina felt the phantom pain coming from her head and shoulders. On the one hand, she knew that she would have to fight Emmerson if she wanted to kill the rest of his unit, on the other hand she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to endure this phantom pain, something that she wasn't familiar with. The Terror launched another dark pulse towards Emmerson, with the intention to kill him. To her surprise, a male with white hair had came from around the corner, creating a fire force field to shield the Lieutenant from the Terror's attack. Nic? Your alive? She froze in her spot, the Terror however, created another dark pulse to send their way. The hunter that she had split up from the rest of the group had moved towards them, attacking the Terror from the side. Though she hadn't managed to save the Terror from the first hunter attacking them, she'd be damned if Nicholas managed to get a shot off. She moved in front of the Terror, creating water in a circle in front of her before freezing it over.
Most of the ice covered her from being shot, but one of his bullets managed to get her in the lower leg. A small smile appeared on her face when she heard Nicholas talking to her once more. Though she was in pain, she wasn't about to prove it to them. "That is one ugly outfit. You should get a new one." She answered, glancing towards the Terror, hoping it wouldn't attack her brother. She looked back at her brother when he told her to surrender That was the same exact words that Lieutenant had said to her earlier. "Or what? You'll follow me around like him?" She asked, pointing her finger at Emmerson. "Don't make me laugh, as soon as your both dead, I'll continue killing your fellow TRS members." She flinched when she noticed that Nicholas didn't seem to have fear, he made his comment and she found herself regretting the comment she had made to him prior. Oh hell no, he is serious about capturing me alive.... She created ice in her hand and started throwing it towards him.
The Terror created another dark pulse, she moved behind it so that she was shielded from their oncoming attacks. If she had known the Terror was going to die, she wouldn't have stayed behind it. She would have tried getting a head start away from them. With the Terror gone, it was three on one, but she wasn't ready to surrender just yet so she leaned over to freeze over her leg, helping the bleeding come to a stop before turning around and fleeing from them.
Nicholas had heard his radio, he was just on the other side of the city trying to make his way over to their location because the purple haired woman had perked his interest. He hadn't meant to be late, but he was glad that he got here when he had, finding that it was times like these that he could prove himself rather useful to his unit, his Lieutenant. He rounded the corner, quickly running towards his Lieutenant before turning around to create a fire force field as the dark pulse came towards them. The force had been a strong one but his force field remained standing. When the Terror prepared for another dark pulse, he braced himself for impact but was surprised to see that the hunter had moved in to attack it. He removed his gun from the strap on his back and started firing towards the Terror, careful to avoid hitting his fellow hunter in the process.
When his sister had moved in front of the Terror with the intention to block with her famous ice shield, he ceased firing because his goal had been to capture her alive. Though he had managed to shot her in the lower leg anyway. "So I finally found you." He stated, hoping they could put this fight to an end so that he could capture her peacefully. His sister gave her response and he huffed, before looking back at Emmerson. "Are you alright, Lieutenant?" He planned on helping him up but with his sister and this Terror, it seemed best to handle them first. "Surrender right now." Nicholas answered looking back towards Christina, preparing to arrest her despite the fact the Terror is alive. He couldn't help but not be surprised by her comment, but he wasn't worried about her attacking him.
He had come this far, he wasn't about to back down now just because of some little threat. "Is that soon?" He advanced towards Christina, only slowing down after he noticed her creating ice and throwing it towards him. He created fire in his hands, throwing fire balls at the ice so that they'd likely melt on their way down. The Terror prepared to attack them again, he was tempted to create a fire shield but as soon as his sister had moved behind the Terror, he steadied his gun and started firing at it. The hunter had joined in and within a few minutes the Terror was gone. He couldn't help but feel pride that the Terror was dead and his sister could finally be brought in, or at least he thought that was the case until he noticed her create ice on her leg and turn to flee from them. "Come back!" He started his chase after her.
Disoriented, Emmet narrowly managed to remain on his feet while he stood alone and bruised. His enhanced endurance warded away the pain, but during the attack, the air had been knocked from the depths of his stomach. Gradually, his yellow eyes noticed the terror, the forming darkness designed to become his emanate should the attack not be blocked. The misfortune of the situation weighed heavily on the lieutenant as he began growing aware of how incapable he would be in defending himself from the vicious attack. Mentally, he has been thrown into disarray from the unexpected force of the attack. A flinch marked the demon's countenance as he braced himself for the oncoming attack, only for it never to collide. Instead, flames arrived, creating a barrier between the attack and the unprepared lieutenant.
As Emmet's mind began arranging itself, he noticed a white-haired hunter and a familiar face; shortly after the man who was named Nicholas arrive, the lieutenant had befriended him. The man was a mystery, but his personality made it simple for the noble to overlook the concept of obscurity. Relief flooded through the demon's veins, another hunter from his unit had arrived to protect him; secretively, though, he remained opposed to the idea merely because it risked the possibility of injury for his ally. The first exchange of words between the Assembly member and his white-haired ally went unnoticed, the lieutenant borrowing a few moments in the protection to reorganize his mind. At the questioning of his wellness accompanied by the mentioning of his rank, Emmet's yellow eyes flitted towards Nicholas, his white-haired ally.
"Don't worry about me, I can handle a little pain," he responded. "Besides, I consider it that if I can stand, I'm alright to keep going."
Naturally, standing did not automatically connect to healthy condition, but the lieutenant thoroughly believed the concept. There was an ache settling in his body, condensing around where future bruises would rise. With the concept of combat continuing, the darkness constructs were shortly reformed around his arms in preparation. Silently, Emmet listened to the interaction between Nicholas and the mysterious woman, both who appeared peculiarly familiar with one another. Before the demon could react and assist in the situation, a sudden jolt of phantom pain erupted in his leg, creating hesitation. Immediately, his yellow eyes flitted towards the leg where the painful sensation had been, but it lacked a wound. For a few moments, Emmet's eyes lingered on the area as confusion claimed his expression, his attention returning to the situation when he realized the woman began running again.
Hastily, the lieutenant began giving chase as his determination to capture the woman continued. The phantom pain remained ignore as he began running alongside Nicholas.
"I warn you, she is quite the runner," he stated. "I have been chasing her for a while and she doesn't give in easily. If you have any ideas, I'm all ears."
After cautioning Nicholas, the lieutenant began focusing on attempting to follow the Assembly member in whatever obstacle course she would lead them through.
Christina couldn't help but still felt the pain in her leg, she would have to tend to it as soon as she got away from Emmerson and Nicholas. On the one hand she couldn't help but feel slightly happy to know that Nicholas was alive, on the other, upset that he was chasing after her. Out of all of the things he could chose to wear, why that outfit? She rounded a corner and came face to face with four Troublemakers. Sorry Nicholas. I can't run the risk of you catching me. I'm sure your friend can help you out just fine. Or maybe you'll be helping him out. She thought to herself as she kept running ahead, making another turn as she fled away from the two of them. As soon as she noticed she wasn't being followed anymore she headed back to her place, first thing she did after she got into her house was tend to her leg so that it wasn't hurting anymore.
Nicholas felt bad that he didn't told Emmerson sooner, hadn't told his friend and Lieutenant that he already knew Christina very well and how she was a runner because he always seemed to fail to catch her. Luck always seemed to be on her side when it came to trying to get away from them. He was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed Christina turn a corner, but he was forced to stop when the four Troublemakers came his way. "Lieutenant, brace yourself, there are four Troublemakers." He stated, tempted to report it on the radio. Though the Troublemakers weren't blocking his view anymore, he wasn't sure of the direction Christina had gone so instead of chasing after her, he withdrew his gun and started firing towards the Troublemakers so that they wouldn't get an attack on them first.
The chase had recommenced despite the critical injury that the woman's leg had obtained. Faint hints of phantom pain remained in Emmet's own leg, the demon finding himself unable to comprehend the peculiar development that recently occurred. Despite the strange feeling, the lieutenant continued to follow his fellow hunter who remained ahead of him; the extensive chasing segment was bound to take toll on the nobleman. While the running continued and the purple-haired woman rounded a corner, Emmet heard the warning. In a matter of moments, the blacked constructs formed around his arms, menacing and prepped for impending combat. As caught up to Nicholas, his yellow eyes immediately flickered towards the four, shadowy figures that blocked the path. For a few moments, the lieutenant's eyes flitted around the scene, but failed to catch trace of the mysterious Assembly woman.
When the crackle of a gun banged, it became obvious that his partner was desiring long-ranged combat. As the realization arrived, the constructs disassembled into large spikes that he launched towards the troublemakers. There was no aim necessarily due to the extensive array of darkness spikes that Emmet used. The demon maintained a sturdy disposition, awaiting to any possible return attacks from the enemy. Despite the damage taken from the previous battle, the lieutenant remained plenty capable to endure further wounds and in emergency case, he could always activate a healing hex to recover. He preferred to avoid activating a hex considering his energy was being used on attacking alongside running.
Nicholas was glad that Emmerson had enough time to prepare for combat, seeing as he hadn't had much time himself at least one of them could be ready for it. He fired at the Troublemakers, getting some shots off at them but it wasn't enough to kill them off. I need to reload.... He had left the ammo back at HQ, finding that if he ran the risk of running out of ammo that he could just use his power for attacking purpose instead. He fixed the gun back on his strap so that he could carrier it easier and created fire in the palm of his hands. I can't believe Christina ran, I mean she should have surrendered. Now I'm going to have to look even harder so that I can bring her in. It is the only way to keep her from getting killed and we also benefit from getting answers about AP. He sighed from the thought of Christina getting into so much trouble. The Troublemakers moved in to attack Emmerson and him.
A sense of adrenaline began coursing through Emmet's veins, the chase prior to the battle making him restless. There were more sharp bangs erupting from Nicholas' gun as the bullets continued being aimed towards the troublemakers. The dark spikes were recreated, the available darkness allowing the ability to flourish and function with ease. Manifesting hastily were the large, black spikes that were once again aimed and fired at the enemy. They managed to smack into their target with ease with a few straying, sinking into the ground before dissipating. The troublemakers continued standing despite the damages taken, their moments slowed from injury. The ceasing of gunfire became obvious for Emmet, the lieutenant sparing a momentary glance towards Nicholas where he witnessed the hunter adjusting the strap. When the flames flared, a warmth settled into the area alongside a tense atmospheric effect.
The troublemakers were managing to draw closer, their concerns towards the flames limited. Darkness had retreated to a degree, but the lieutenant was capable to summon it from the numerous hiding places. The constructs were rebuilt, firm and black with their curved points expanding out from the tip that rested a few inches away from Emmet's hands. Caution was kept, the lieutenant allowing the enemy to draw within his reach before swiping out with one of the constructs. The darkness forged weapon managed to dig into the creature's belly, leaving a nasty gash. Another approached, the demon pulling away from the enemy he attacked in order to bring the second construct up to defend himself. The movements were done fluently, displaying the capabilities of a man who hunted regularly. While he worked towards defending himself, Emmet's yellow eyes flitted around the scene, observing the occurrences to assure the safety of himself and his fellow hunter.
The Troublemakers moved closer, he prepared himself to attack somewhat stuck in thought about his sister. She was running on an injury, when exactly had she refused to take the easy way.... or maybe she deemed running to be the easy way, but he just couldn't see it. His train of thoughts told him that injury would hurt as hell having to run on, let alone, stand on. Becoming apart of AP, it just seemed out of character for his sister, her personality just didn't mix in with them, so what the hell was she thinking. He was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed the Troublemaker too close for comfort, thankfully Emmerson had attacked it. I need to focus on them first. He thought to himself as he changed the shape of the flames in his hands to make them into fireballs before throwing them at the Troublemaker.
He would then create more as he finished throwing them, figuring it would be easier when it came to hitting his target. I need to explain to Emmerson how I know her, it is time to take responsibility and give the Ice Queen a name as well as making it public that she is my younger twin. He couldn't help but feel like he had failed her again as he forced himself to create more flames in the palm of his hands to throw at the Troublemaker in front of him, waiting for it to be killed off.
Fighting was particularly difficult when the faint phantom pain continued in his leg. The reasoning was still incomprehensible for the lieutenant considering these peculiar sensations had never occurred prior to meeting the infamous Ice Queen. Attempting to ignore the phantom pains was bothersome considering how rhythmically they appeared to occur; spiking in certain instances to the beat of movement. As the troublemakers remained in close vicinity, Emmet thrived despite the distraction considering his close-combat fighting style. The pains caused by the assortment of injuries that covered his body were being thoroughly ignored to continue battling the shadowy creatures. For a few moments, he remained in a more defensive position until the opportunity was gained to lash out towards the troublemaker was available. The pair of terrors had been divided as fire balls got thrown towards the troublemaker's partner.
The vicious slashes forward with the darkness constructs forced the troublemaker to retreat a few steps from the skillful demon. Fluently, the swipes towards the creature began drawing close, the occasional one managing to graze the terror's stomach as it desperately attempted to get closer in proximity. The feeble claws of troublemaker were unable to reach Emmet, the constructs allowing the lieutenant to reach further. Gradually, one of the walls of the alleyway grew closer to the terror, the unfortunate creature being pinned against it. Immediately, the constructs shifted into needle-like structures that were launched towards the terror, each managing to hit their mark's abdomen; a fatal attack. In a moment of mercy, the lieutenant altered the direction of one of the spikes, causing it to collide into the creature's head. Once the projectiles were finished, the troublemaker transformed into black dust, a breeze carrying a portion of it away.
Afterwards, the demon turned from the remains of the unfortunate creature, his yellow eyes quickly fixating on his fellow hunter. The hunter appeared unscathed, but the final troublemaker remained alive, suffering under the flames that Nicholas threw towards it. Once Emmet hastily analyzed the situation, he created a trio of black spikes and launched them towards the remaining terror to assist in finishing it off.
Nicholas was somewhat surprised when Emmerson had made his kill and had started helping him with his, not that it was a problem or anything like that, it was just that Emmerson had so many other things to worry about and he was injured from having to put up with his sister earlier on in the day. Once the Troublemaker was killed they would only have two more left. He continued throwing more flames towards the Troublemakers, hoping to hit them. A figure had come from around the corner, rushing towards the Troublemakers, slashing at the both of them. That is my fellow hunter from earlier, so he caught up to us even though we ran off ahead. He thought to himself, thinking this fight would be almost done with until the Troublemaker had slashed back at the hunter. Oh no. He thought to himself, moving in to throw fire at the remaining Troublemaker as he reached out to grab his fellow hunter to pull him close to him.
The body weight would become a problem because he was attacking and trying to hold his weight at the same time, but he wasn't about to let him die. Not when he had tried his hardest to keep them safe. With one hand, he continued creating fire, trying to create a force field to protect them from the oncoming attack from the Troublemaker right in front of them. The hunter's body weight seemed to be getting somewhat heavier. "Stay with me.... we'll get you help...." It was difficult, trying to hold his body weight while keeping the force field up.
Intensity and adrenaline were frequent companions of the battlefield, obvious by the immense heart palpitations and determination to succeed that defeated the instincts create by underlying horrors of the day being your last. It was evident when Emmet jumped into the effort to eradicate the other troublemaker, his senses remaining wary towards the creature's partner. Wounds from the prior encounter with the Assembly member were burning, insisting towards rest, but the demon ignored them. Dodging the terror's attacks came like nature to the lieutenant, the constructs assisting in defense and countering. Gradually, the troublemakers were pushing him back, but the flames created by Nicholas suppressed a full assault due to Emmet's immunity. The counters towards the terrors were meager, only managing to gain the occasion score on the creatures because of the infuriating tag teaming they were accomplishing.
The blur of a rushing figure brought the shifting of the combat situation as one of the terrors were slashed at viciously. Black dust piled onto the ground when the troublemaker was defeated, leaving a single enemy. The lieutenant's yellow eyes caught a glimpse, noticing the familiar features of an ally hunter who had returned to assist them. Without hesitation, the hunter continued to the next terror, but there was an incredible recklessness in the movements. A sole slash was given towards the troublemaker, the hunter getting too close to the sharp claws the creature possessed. The black claws reached out before scarlet erupted from the freshly created wound. The lieutenant's eyes widened as everything appeared to play in slow motion as Nicholas managed to bring the hunter into a force field. The troublemaker attempted to cease the opportunity to batter at the shielding, but the moment did not last long.
Before the creature could attempt harming his fellow hunters further, Emmet rushed forward, slamming into the creature with the flat portion of his construct. The momentum of the push caused the troublemaker to backpedal while the demon steadied himself. There was no possibility that he would allow the terror to attack those of his unit, thus Emmet advanced towards the creature. The troublemaker trusted out with its long, blood-coated claws, but the lieutenant smoothly feinted left before slashing out with one of the constructs. The tips of the darkness grazed the troublemaker's shoulder, the creature being quick to pull away, increasing the distance. Unfortunately, escaping was difficult as demon quickly shifted the darkness constructs to spikes, firing them to take down the troublemaker in the similar method as before. The terror was pinned to the wall, the numerous hits shortly turning it into a heap of dust. Immediately, Emmet's eyes flitted towards Nicholas and the injured hunter.
"Did you call in for a medic?" Emmet asked.
There were tones of urgency to his voice while he closed the distance, knowing that the wound was devastating. Without so much as glancing as the injured hunter, Emmet created a smaller construct out of darkness, cutting it into his flesh with ease. Pain sparked, making the lieutenant wince, but the red liquid was required should he desire to heal his fellow hunter.
Nicholas was surprised when Emmerson had advanced towards the Troublemaker but it made it easier for him to try and help his fellow hunter. Before he had a chance to call in, he found the weight of his fellow hunter increasing. They were losing him too fast, he moved to help his fellow hunter lay on the ground before pulling out his radio. "We need medics...." Once Emmerson had killed the Troublemaker he had turned to move back towards them. To his question, Nicholas would nod his head, but he feared they wouldn't get here in time to save his fellow hunter. This is all of my fault, it is because I couldn't bring Christina in before more hunters got hurt...... He felt shamed, failing to get her again, swearing that he wouldn't fail again.
Emmerson had used darkness to cut into his flesh, Nicholas watched in surprise because he wasn't expecting Emmerson to try and use a hex to save him. The breathing seemed to go shallow. "Stay with me..." He pressed his hands against the wounds, trying to keep him from dying. His radio went off, proving that somebody had heard him and planned to come on out but it was too late. The fellow hunter was dead and he, he needed to catch Christina before anymore damage was done. The medics arrive a few minutes later, he slowly stands up to move out of their way. I need more ammo. He thought to himself with a sigh, he looked towards Emmerson. "I'm going to head back to head quarters." He would start walking away, failing to mention that he planned on going out again once he finished there.
The situation was getting tense as time proceeded with a hunter injured and no medics in the direct area. The sharp pain of darkness cutting through his flesh caused Emmet to flinch, but he continue moving forward while the red liquid flowed out the wound in the demon's palm. It was warm, welling and gathering into the palm of his hand. He crouched down, dipping a pair of fingers into the blood while Nicholas attempted to keep the hunter from bleeding out. The concrete ground served as the demon's canvas as he began running his fingers into a circular shape, dumping small amounts of blood as he saw fit. While Emmet's healing hexes were far from perfection, he could at least close the wound and receiving needles for infections was better than death. The lieutenant worked quickly, focusing on his work and listening to Nicholas alongside the radio.
The struggling gasps for air were subtle, Emmet doing his best to ignore them while he continued drawing the circle. A quick glance towards his fellow hunter served as the sign the hunter's passing. The glimmer of life faded from his eyes, the gentle rise and fall disappearing with a desperate gasping for air. There was a haunting stillness, Emmet ceasing the drawing process, whipping his fingers off on his dark pants and closing his wounded palm. Slowly, he reached out with his uninjured hand, fingers gently pressing up against the side of the hunter's neck. They found a chilling discover, the lack of a pulse which caused Emmet to frown and shake his head. Gradually he raised to his feet, hand reaching for the radio to inform headquarters alongside the medical team that the hunter was no longer breathing.
The wait for the medical team was agonizingly quiet, Emmet leaning against a wall and looking towards the half-finished hex circle with dismay. The blood from his wounded hand weaved down his umbra fingers, dripping from them and colliding with the ground. When the medical team arrived, the lieutenant straightened, meeting them with a grim face and receiving concerned looks over the gash on his palm. The moment Nicholas spoke, the demon's attention returned to him and sighed.
"Nic, stay here. Let the medics check you over, we don't need them to fuss over you later," the demon insisted.
He remained unaware of Nicholas' plan, but the lieutenant desired for his other hunter to get a glance over and treatment immediately. Even if the wounds were not severe, Emmet hated the concept of another member of his unit being at risk for death because they lacked care; a hypocritical statement considering the lieutenant's own lack of care to the harm of his body.
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