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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EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Perhaps his suggestion to speed things along was the worse possible idea. The green-haired woman was determined to think of him as a murderer. While Riley became a hunter from convenience rather than the desire to assist. However, the brunette could thoroughly state he never expected to be berated about being a murderer for doing his job. Nonetheless, the idea of being reported by a frightened father was something Riley would rather avoid... Those were dangerous accusations for a man once forced to kill.
The blood on his hands was endless, and should people push that envelope, he would become trapped. Being trapped meant his father's victory, and Riley needed to avoid it at all costs. Thus, unfortunately, he could not allow this young woman to tell her fathers about him being a "murderer". Then again, with her nonsensical jargon, there was a chance they would not believe her...
"I'm not a murderer, but okay," Riley stated, breathing an exasperated huff.
Racist murderer. Could their ridiculous conversation become any worse? Every interaction merely added additional criticisms... Criticisms he accomplished nothing to earn... The brunette could not resist the dumbfounded expression touching his face as he gazed at the green-haired woman.
"I'm pretty sure if your culture is murder, you are a cultist," his annoyed words left him automatically. "Also, once again, the clown was a terror, I'm a TRS hunter... you know Terror Response Syndicate..."
He could barely comprehend where her convoluted notions arrived from. Perhaps her fathers passed on the behaviours?! A slow breath escaped Riley's lips, his breathing becoming gradual to ease himself. Handling this woman was difficult, but he would resolve to find her home. His eyes flitted about, the weariness entering them as he gazed. The unktehi scratched the back of his head, contemplating how he would manage to find her home.
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Comprehending the young woman before Riley was impossible, and he considered that putting it lightly. Nonsensical phrases and words escaped her lips without second thought or hesitation, as though her mind possessed no filtration. Every second, she rambled on about different topics, occasionally under the guise of questions. The brunette followed behind her, uncertain about how the remainder of their time together would progress. The green-haired teenager had accused him of being a fucking murderer barely a second into their interaction, and still refused to believe him.
He knew the clown was a terror, the unktehi could recognize the creatures anywhere, his superior senses recognizing their disturbing odour. However, Riley was certain bringing up their corpse-like scent would only result in the young woman scolding him for murdering a clown with abhorrent body odour or blaming him for the abrupt scent of death. The TRS elite hunter wanted to get the strange, green-haired girl home as quickly as possible to escape her blind accusations. Alas, Riley shortly discovered the difficulties in returning her to her abode.
Bare minimum explanations of a home were useful when one was already in the neighbourhood... but absolutely useless when on the outskirts of Lorsette! The unktehi doubted she lived in the crime-ridden outskirts of Lorsette. If she genuinely thought him a murderer and she lived here, he would have received the extreme stinging of mace or the blaring of a self-defence alarm. A long, exasperated sigh escaped the crocodile's lips as his eyes half-lidded.
"So... you don't have an address? There's like... hundreds of homes at least, I can't find it based on that! Do you have anyone you can call to get the address or something?" The unktehi responded, attempting to keep his annoyance jailed in his mind.
With the recent happenings around him, Riley's suspicions pointed towards the answer being no. She could already imagine her merrily informing him how she would be home alone and nobody would be available to answer her. Additionally, he could already hear the green-haired woman informing him that it would be the perfect opportunity to murder her... Her attempts to reassure him by stating she lived in Lorsette her entire life accomplished little to comfort Riley. Though, the addition of cultural differences proceeded to stun him; and prove his point in his opinion.
"Wh-what?" The words escaped his lips automatically as he stared at her, completely dumbfounded by her words. "... I... I don't think murder is legal anywhere."
Admittedly, Riley was not certain if arguing with the green-haired woman was worth the trouble. If anything, there was a chance his denial of her "facts" would only motivate her further. Murder was definitely a crime, including in Europe! It was among the reasons everybody at Butcher Field was arrested alongside charges of unlawful detainment, torture, extortion and a long laundry list of other crimes he had forgotten. He stood at the turning point with the stranger, hoping she would recall the way to her home in a few moments.
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Never had Riley discovered someone more incomprehensible than the green-haired teen he rescued from a killer, terror clown. Portions of the unktehi were uncertain on what to converse about after the abrupt accusations of being a murder. While under heavy duress, many died by the TRS elite’s hand as choices and options deteriorated from a single, foolish deal. However, those tumultuous years suffocating beneath his father’s reign never prepared him for the mental battle that was handling this complex, green-haired woman.
After the horrors he witnessed and the ongoing struggles within, Riley expected him to handle the duties of a hunter without question. He never expected the confusing wrench that threw herself into the gears at full fucking force. Despite accusing him of being a murderer, she remained beside him, yet adamant that he was a horrible murderer. Her reasonings were nonsensical, one regarding the “feminine” nature of his name and the other refusing to believe the shape-shifting capabilities of terrors. Though, her comments suggested he would not be escaping the confusing circumstance quickly.
She was lost, completely unaware of her location amidst the fog of the city. The unktehi bit back a groan as he followed the lost girl.
“Well… What’s the address? Maybe I can help?” He asked as he followed.
He was uncertain if the stranger would decide to provide her address. If the green-haired woman genuinely believed he was a murderer, she would never provide it, right? Instead, she would use their wandering as an excuse to try and discover distance. When she mentioned another morbid question, Riley barely resisted the urge to sigh. Though, rather than a question, the woman began rambling about the woes of war and how both sides were culpable. Never did her question arise, merely mentions of how weapon dealers win and how he should not die, and how she wished to die doing something fun.
The brunette stared at the stranger, confusion evident in the depths of his green eyes. He attempted to dissect her words for the question, but it was nonexistent.
“Um… Where was the question?” He asked, voice laced with perplexion.
He could barely understand the green-haired woman, and now he needed to pick apart her conversation to discover the true questions? The unktehi could easily sense his circumstance was going to be challenging up until he managed to escort the young woman home.
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Everything happening was a confusing mystery stewing inside Riley's head. The unktehi would be dishonest if he stated he understood the stranger's apprehension of him, but the reasons were beyond him. Despite attempting logical arguments, the green-haired woman refused to budge on her beliefs of him. Summoning more bewilderment was her lack of screaming or hastily dialing for 911... She was adamant about standing beside a killer, yet, she exhibited zero signs of fear or concern about the present situation.
In desperation to persuade the young woman about his alignment, things only went further into the deep end. Logical arguments failed to gain any ground against the stranger, rather, she appeared to be living in the depths of an alternate world. As her words reached his ears, his face dropped. Befuddlement conquered his expression as he attempted to comprehend the sheer absurdity of her argument, especially in modern times... Names easily travelled around, preconceived notions about the monikers being shattered centuries before him.
The unktehi blinked at her, confusion clouding his green eyes as he tried his hardest to grasp her foolish argument. What did Riley being a girl's name have anything to do with his identity?! He met plenty of men with more feminine names than his, however, his was singled out.
"No... I was born in Lorsette... What does Riley being a girl's name even have anything to do with this?! It's unisex... I... That isn't even an argument! Even if it was a girl's name, for all you know, my mom decided to name me like a girl," he argued.
The words about the TRS resulted in Riley's hand meeting his face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Comprehending the green-haired woman's words and arguments was impossible. Every word was twisting and blending together as Riley attempted to dissect her arguments to find a method of initiating trust... However, he was adamant it was nonexistent because of the stranger's stubborn nature.
"Because TRS are better than the Assembly who murder people for fun? I mean, I argue that is a good reason," he grumbled at her. "I don't plan to die, that is a bit of a morbid question."
The brunette followed behind the peculiar, confusing woman. His hands had retreated to the pockets of his TRS mandated jacket, his steps slow as he analyzed his surroundings. Through the fog, they ventured until they reached a 4-way intersection, where the woman paused. When his sensitive ears detected her muttered noise, he glanced over with confusion in his eyes.
"What?" He inquired.
His eyes swept around the fog surrounding them. The silence was eerie, leaving Riley on edge as he stood alongside her. After being accused of murder and adopting the nickname "Hatchet Man", he wanted to finish his duty and leave this as one of those oddball stories he could tell coworkers.
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Information about the war between TRS and the Assembly was a wide-known conflict Lorsette was absorbed in. Thus, Riley’s initial instincts were believing the young, female stranger would recognize the trademarks of the malicious creatures. Blackened, transforming creatures that dissipated to dust when killed was a specific trait of those monsters. The brunette was hopeful the woman would believe him rather than dialing the police and providing him a fresh serving of awkward problems.
Unfortunately, common sense would fail to persuade the insistent young woman. The green-haired girl stated she knew what a terror was, thus Riley thought she would recognize the trademarks. The status of his hatchet proved it, coated with a thin layer of black dust clinging to the silvery head. However, all hope diminished when the woman proceeded to state that terrors did not look like clowns. Confusion echoed in Riley’s green eyes as he looked at the woman. Was she serious? Or blissfully unaware of the transformation capabilities of terrors?
“... Yeah, because he turned into a clown…” He stated, finger pointing to the pin symbolizing his division. “Look, I have the uniform and everything. Just ask TRS if they know a Riley Chaeffeur and I’m tellin’ ya kid! I’m a hunter, that was a troublemaker, I was doing my job.”
Everything about the young woman was bewildering the centuries-old hunter. Her insistence that only villains wear masks appeared a superficial fact. His countenance exhibited his confusion as he stared at the individual he rescued from danger. A brand new nickname arrived with the woman’s distrust of him as he became labelled as ‘hatchet man’. A groan left his mouth at the stranger’s insistence on his goal to kill her.
“I don’t plan to kill you, but okay,” he grumbled. “Lead the way, miss.”
Despite the young woman's ridiculous insistences, Riley decided to stick by her. However, he was certain that if more terrors appeared and shifted, the stranger would believe him to be a mass-murdering serial killer... No matter how many bodies turned to dust from the functions of terrors...
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Triumph filtered through Riley after he accomplished the task provided by the TRS. As an elite hunter, success was paramount and the execution of terrors a necessity. Raised as a fighter, the masked man’s talents persisted in combat, his skill flourishing beneath the cautious eye of a mentor and nowadays his peers. Never had he stepped out of the grounds his father led him, rather, he sharpened his knife for an alternate cause to carve himself out a future he wished… even if certain aspects laid dead before his arrival.
While Riley never expected unwavering admiration for the efforts he placed fourth, he hardly expected the reaction he was handed. People were regularly unnerved by the masked man's appearance, however, in these circumstances, he frequently received a silent appreciation from the individual in question. Nothing overwhelming, but enough to satisfy his efforts as a TRS hunter and a pleasant reminder he was accomplishing good... Yet, this woman instead promptly accused the brunette of murder, as though an actual person suffered the wrath of his hatchet.
Immediately, confusion played into his emerald eyes as befuddlement conquered his countenance with ease. Admittedly, the unktehi had accomplished his fair share of murders, both AP executions in difficult situations and the cruelty he administered under the grasp of Butcher Field... But, the situation that unfolded was definitely not among those sins. If anything, he played the heroic knight protecting a fair lady from a twisted monster, though, he did not expect anything in return. His thumb wriggled under the mask's chin, bringing it up to exhibit his puzzlement.
"Murder?" He echoed in a question. "Uh... You do realize that was a fu- ... a fricking terror right? Like you know, the murderous AP creatures that kill people?"
Part of Riley was astonished at the woman's abrupt accusation. There was a chance he could have appeared from the fog, a crazed lunatic arriving to murder people, however, the dust on his uniform and hatchet told an alternate story. Carefully, Riley unhooked the hatchet, keeping the weapon low to avoid startling her. His finger pointed to the black dust across the blade.
"See? Dust, not blood," he began, gesturing behind him. "Look, there isn't even a body. Those things disintegrate after you kill them, an actual person doesn't. It was just trying to trick you and scare you to catch you off guard so it could hurt you."
The unktehi was hopeful the explanation was enough... The notion of explaining to the police about being a hunter searching for a troublemaker was tiresome. While he lacked a record of arrests or general criminal activity, the brunette wanted to avoid being asked about his father's endless laundry list of offences... or anything worse. After showing her the weapon, Riley hooked the hatchet back onto his belt, hoping the proof would suffice.
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
[attr="class","rileytalk"]Fog suffocated the city in the later hours of the day. Occasionally these days happened, where clouds blocked out sunlight and allowed for the foggy air to cling to the city streets and walls. Arguably, the weather suited the arriving month of October, infamous for the haunting holiday of Halloween. Low visibility limited the opportunities to rush around, searching for trouble and handling the circumstance promptly. Nonetheless, Elite Hunter Riley Chaeffeur wandered the streets, requested to track down a malicious troublemaker causing issues in the outskirts.
Through the specially designed eyes of the mask, Riley's green hues gazed around, searching for movement. The unktehi kept his senses open, the rhythm of his footsteps against the concrete sidewalks echoing into the depths of his ears. These atmospheres summoned alertness in Riley, his mind sharpening with every step of his heavy-duty combat boots. From the shadows of mist, anything could leap, lunging for one's throat without a second thought. Thus, the TRS worker maintained caution as he patrolled the area, green hues scanning.
The red colourings of his elite status marked Riley's TRS mandated jacket, a beacon between the dulled surroundings of the fog. Hopefully, his uniform would draw the troublemaker from the endless amount of hiding places available for the despicable terrors. A hatchet hung around Riley's waist, meanwhile, a sheathed knife stationed itself alongside it. Weapons he long grew adjusted to alongside an increased power from the moisture in the air, the hunter was prepared to defend himself and eliminate the threat.
The environmental circumstances of the brunette's surroundings gave him ample amounts of flexibility. The water manipulating capabilities of the Smiling Pariah remained outstanding, the ability activating similar to second nature in the heat of battle. Light footfalls filled his ears in the silence of a foggy late afternoon. In the near-silence a voice breached his sensitive ears, far and barely audible from his distance, however, a louder yelp caught his attention. Attention fixated on a single place, the patrolling hunter launched himself forward into an enhanced sprint.
Noise filled his ears, from footsteps to muttered words, Riley followed whatever the world was willing to provide him... and bingo. There stood a creature faking the image of a bloodied clown, a common fear for the youthful, making advances on a young woman. The confirmation motivated the Elite Hunter to pick up speed, footsteps growing louder and as the creature turned its head, he struck. Steady handwork and a fanciful twirl, and a hatchet entered Riley's calloused hand for a backhanded swing aimed for the creature's head.
Given the troublemaker's close proximity to the young woman, the unktehi was willing to settle with what he received. A meagre upper shoulder hit as the terror flinched away. A smirk played across the masked elite's face as he clicked his tongue. Briefly, his eyes faltered to the creature's near-victim. The young woman possessed long locks of green hair with a matching pair of brilliant emerald optics. She appeared school-aged or freshly graduated, making it evident she was a young adult, however, that meant nothing with the existence of immortality.
"Stay right there, I'll keep you safe from this da- stupid terror," the hunter told her, narrowly keeping his language clean.
Promptly, Riley's eyes focused on the illusion of the bloodied clown the creature maintained. He watched it contort and change, alas, the elite wasted little time. Enhanced speed brought the unktehi close, the raised hatchet coming up in a hasty swing towards the creature. Narrowly, the troublemaker blocked with an arm, desperately attempting to protect itself from the elite who arrived to destroy it. The force behind the brunette's strength was frightful and despite the lack of additional physical abilities, Riley's hatchet swung through.
At mid-arm, the masked man's hatchet sliced through, black dust puffing up from the terror's wound. In seconds, water condensed from around the unktehi, Riley bringing it down onto the creature. Beneath the force of the unktehi's manipulation, it slammed against the asphalt of the outskirts. Once again, the crocodile shifter's mouth clicked as he sauntered closer, green eyes observing the dazed creature. For a final time, the hatchet was lifted high before crashing down into the terror's shadowy skull.
Dust flew from the sharpened edge of the blade as the unktehi brought the weapon back. In moments, the creature's body deteriorated, turning to the familiar black dust he witnessed time and time again. The elite blinked a couple of times before turning back towards the woman. Simultaneously, the hatchet was returned to its hold, Riley deciding to handle the mess later.
"You alright? Those things have some nasty claws on 'em," Riley asked, walking back to the young woman. "That should be the one causing trouble around here, so you should be safe now."
As Riley returned to the young woman, his green eyes began analyzing her. Every portion of the woman's body went under strict scrutiny, the young brunette searching for any injuries inflicting by the terror or potential threats. The Assembly participated in twisted games to catch hunters off guard, and Riley refused to become another victim to their villainous plans.
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
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[attr="class","rileytalk"]Followers were expected, specifically the type holding malicious intentions to their hearts. The unktehi wronged many, a single call making hundreds his enemy should they discover his traitorous actions. He expected nothing positive to tail his footprints from agency to agency. Unfortunately, there were no specifications to where the individual arrived out of either. Thus, the only method for Riley to confirm the identity of the individual was to discover the person himself. A deep breath was held as the crocodile pushed through the door.
Sunlight flickered into the unktehi's eyes as he opened the door, his blinking growing rapid. His feet shuffled forward, feet meeting the concrete of the outer walkway. The door slowly returned to its frame behind him. Gradually, his eyes adjusted to the light, where a familiar face was noticed by his green eyes. A woman stood outside the door, somebody Riley recognized with ease because of his familiarity and additionally the distinct features of the girl. The large, black horns branching from the woman's head between straight locks of blonde hair.
The countenance of Hekate Haven was more soothing than the potential dangers Riley believed. The breath was exhaled as calmness overtook the dirty blonde man. A small smile played across Riley's mouth at the sight of the familiar face. Slowly, his hand reached up, grabbing the bottom of the mask and bringing it up. The shade of the mask was removed, exposing Riley's face to his former mentor. His infamous mask dangled in his fingers, the Smiling Pariah freeing himself from the feature that provided him with his well-known moniker.
He nodded at her words about doing well. The unktehi had skidded past death and pushed through the harsh atmosphere of his workplace. Though when the qilin mentioned asking permission first, the former apprentice shook his head, a hand reaching up palm out to state 'stop'.
"Don't worry about it," the unktehi responded with a grin. "It's nice seeing you. How long are you here for, anyway?"
The brunette believed his qilin mentor was only in Lorsette temporarily. Any feelings of anger towards Hekate were difficult considering both had been close during his apprenticeship. For an extensive amount of time, Riley felt he had no parental figures, thus Hekate became the closest thing to a parent he gained. The presence of a major parental figure and educator in Riley's life could hardly dampen the unktehi's mood. However, concerns laid beneath his cheery exterior because of his mentor's discovery of his location.
Naturally, Hekate had access to TRS systems as a mentor alongside a connection that would allow her information to his present location. The concern derived from the amount of data gathered when she asked, specifically in regards to his unpredictable transferring. Through the years, Riley comprehended the suspicious nature of his consistent travelling and few laid down roots anywhere. Despite appearing comfortable in a location, he would pack himself and head to a new destination before finally landing in Lorsette.
While he could easily write everything off as adventurous spirit, his concerns geared heavily to the accessing of TRS information. Should his location be on the plate, anybody the unktehi held past transgressions with would inevitably discover him. Notions of being found made the crocodile's stomach churn, yet, his exterior exhibited the familiar smile and bright eyes associated with him. The true emotions were masked, bottled up and forbidden to seep out and the thoughts joining them for the time being.
EVERYWHERE ARE THE WOLVES. THEY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROUND CORNERS, FANGS DRIPPING WITH DROOL IN PREPARATION FOR THE HUNT. YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO FIGHT OR THEY'LL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE.
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[attr="class","rileytalk"]A clank rang through the kitchen as the bottom of the Bailey's bottle collided with the countertop. The liquor was a single ingredient in the grand scheme of their hot chocolate making plans. Several ingredients were required, from chocolate candy melts, marshmallows and, naturally, hot chocolate powder. Admittedly, Riley was considering the delectable aesthetic additions, however, nothing was certain. Despite only procuring one of the ingredients from the kitchen, there was an evident content expression on the unktehi's face.
At a light buzz, Riley's brain fixated on the minor achievements accomplished by the brunette. Alas, Baileys, unfortunately, did not operate as the only ingredient to sweet, hot chocolate treat. Nonetheless, the crocodile acknowledged the requirement of further pieces needed. Rather, the dopamine spurred on by an alcoholic buzz made every minor accomplishment a specialized achievement. The angel’s agreement to remain inside the apartment for the evening only confirmed the possibilities of completing and consuming the hot chocolate bombs.
A gentle chuckle rumbled from Riley's chest, his eyes flitting over to him.
"It's fine, I mean... I already drank a little, so I won't be the best, but-" The unktehi pointed at Nuka. "Tomorrow, I'm making you breakfast, cause I am a pretty good cook."
The crocodile opened one of the drawers, grabbing a saucepan and placing it on an element. The inquiry about hot chocolate bombs summoned another rumble of laughter. He turned to Nuka, allowing the pan to sit on the unused burner.
"It's like a trend online where you make like... these little balls with hot chocolate powder, marshmallows, stuff like that, then pour some hot water and bam, you got a delicious cup of hot chocolate," he explained happily.
The brunette's thoughts consisted of running through the recipe he read earlier. He planned on searching for a recipe video to watch while they worked away. The mention of further ingredients prompted a nod, and shortly, Riley turned towards the pantry. His fingers dipped down, plucking a plastic bag filled with chocolate candy melts, hot chocolate powder and mini marshmallows. The group of ingredients were plopped onto the counter for their use in making the delightful bombs. Inside were extra ingredients, such as chocolate chips and sprinkles for decorations.
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