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.
We happily accept all role-players as long as they obey the rules and are capable of meeting our word count of 50. This does include those who are unfamiliar with this style of role-playing. The staff of The Duality of Man are willing to happily help those who are new to the role-playing world so they feel comfortable on site. Feel free to message the staff if you need help, they can be found here or in the site Discord and will gladly answer questions alongside calm concerns. If you have any suggestions we would love to hear them; guests may use the support board as a suggestion area as well. Should you decide to join, may I say welcome to the site and we all hope you enjoy your time here.
Yours Truely,
The Staff
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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!
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Information from this woman was craved for the Puppet Master to hand in via disguiser. Valuable facts Octavio could hand off later on for the Assembly to conquer the world. Alas, temporarily he would be required to play the role of a friendly civilian searching for a potential friend. Nothing creepy, merely a connection created between two strangers who decided to merrily enjoy their afternoon at the carnival. Therefore, he inquired about the name of her recently won stuffed cat in hopes friendly banter could ensue.
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The lack of a name was accompanied by a smile and a soft shrug. The stuffed wolf in Octavio's hands lacked a proper name, therefore, he could not chastize another individual for similar. Only moments later did the brunette fetch her phone, the redhead believing he potentially created a connection, a strong enough one to warrant a phone number. Proven wrong... he discovered it after Perci checked the time on her phone and declared she was required to leave. A plastic smile was left behind as Octavio listened to those words; a bitter failure in the false friendship phase.
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"I understand. See ya, maybe we can meet again sometime," Octavio called, waving goodbye to her.
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Mentally, Octavio took note of the woman, deciding that should the opportunity present itself, he would engage with her. For now, the redhead remained stationary to enjoy the carnival longer. Besides, there were TRS members who he could study while he was in the area. With that, he turned away, walking through the booths to explore the smile-filled carnival.
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As Octavio waited for Perci to complete her game, his eyes drifted to the sea. The sounds of lapping waves and echo of distant seagulls filled Starlight Beach. A soft smile touched the redhead's lips as he watched for a few moments. A few of the relaxing sounds of nature were drowned out by screaming kids, laughter and the victory bells sounded at the carnival games. Once soaked in blood and rebirthed in a requirement to prove the people of Lorsette would not falter. A deep inhale was followed by a heavenly exhale; people were strange.
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A ringing sound echoed through, heralding a winner of a prize at the shooting game. From a distance, Octavio watched, noticing Perci contemplating her choice in a prize. The sounds of approaching footsteps kept the redhead locked in her direction as the distance was closed. Clench in her hand was a stuffed cat, an adorable little fake creature. The informant smiled at her, admiring the cat she won. When she finished her approach, she presented the cat to him, giving him a closer look at her prize before asking what he thought.
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"A pretty cute cat," he answered, grinning at her. "What are you going to name it?"
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Most people named their plushies. It was a common trend, specifically among children. While Octavio had yet to provide his stuffed wolf with a name, many people thought of something. The smile remained evident on the redhead's face as he watched her, waiting for an answer.
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Through the crowd of smiling faces, Octavio ventured with the brunette following behind. It was observing the carnival with joyous grins and amusement evident on their expressions. Among them was the Puppet Master, hidden in his regular identity and admiring the peculiar contrast. People genuinely decided to rehost the event after the disastrous events of the previous; it somewhat amused him. Alas, those thoughts and expressions were masked by the disguise of a young man enjoying his time at the carnival.
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Gradually, the pair were making headway through the crowd of people. The redhead's glance over his shoulder proving his brown-haired companion was having similar success. The Assembly informant's eyes noticed the large sign over a booth labelling it as the shooting grounds with little red pistols on it. A smile played onto Octavio's lips as they moved closer. Laughter filled the air as they closed in on the area. Children were happily playing the shooting game alongside a few teen friends attempting to win some prizes.
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When they reached the front of the line, Perci inquired if he would be joining her with the game.
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"Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun," Octavio agreed.
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He handed over the money before grabbing the red gun. A countdown started when players were there until they were commanded to proceed. Experiences of his soldier occupation flashed in Octavio's mind as he held the gun. Several types of pistols had passed through his hands, however, he was not playing the Puppet Master. Intentionally, Octavio went fast, making his shots sloppier than usual to earn an average score. When the game concluded, he shrugged at Perci.
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"Well, I didn't do as good as I did with whack-a-mole," he said with a chuckle.
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When the brunette decided she wanted to play another round, Octavio merely nodded at her.
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"Go ahead, I will sit this one out," he answered.
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Afterwards, he walked a little bit away from the booth, allowing a different person to take his slot. From a short distance, he watched as Perci played another round and successfully got herself crowned a champion.
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Fortunately, the brunette accepted his lies as truth, at least, based on her reaction. For somebody attempting to avoid suspicion, a long-distance boyfriend allowed him to cease possible thoughts of lying. His boyfriend lived further away according to his lies, therefore, nobody would expect to meet him. Although, it also allowed the redhead to stave flirtatious men and women away by stating he was taken. Luckily, despite the questionable circumstances related to his casual response allowed it to transform into something casual.
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Friendliness existed between them, something useful for Octavio's goals in gathering information. Casual conversation allowed the slipping of various facts to occur between both parties without hesitation. The comfort levels merely required building and shortly he could gather everything he needed. And should this woman prove unaffiliated with the TRS? There was potential to formulate a friendship to assure people would lend him the crucial trust. People possessed plenty of uses beyond being a tool to get her endless heaps of information from. Only moments later did Perci give a somewhat teasing remark.
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A light-hearted laugh left Octavio’s lips as he smiled broadly at her.
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“Well it is only fair that you get to pick too,” he commented happily.
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After pushing the decision on the green-eyed brunette, the shooting range game was chosen. The smile broadened, lighting the features of his face in friendliness.
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“Sounds good,” Octavio agreed.
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With that he turned to start heading over to the shooting range game. Through the groups of people he navigated, occasionally checking to assure Perci would be joining him.
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The trickiness of his deception would hopefully provide a viable reason for not attending the carnival without a loved one along with passing his emotions on the subject. Long-distance relationships were already difficult to maintain, therefore, stirring into his web of lies would allow him to slip into singlehood should he be required. The plush wolf was tucked beneath his arm, securely held under a single arm. The woman's mention of it merely being a picture brought feigned surprise soon turned into a small frown.
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The expressions were a representation of those associated with being unable to be near somebody. The redhead was just hoping she would take the bait he created for his story. Selling dishonest was a difficult task, however, Octavio was handed the requirement to learn those skills. As an informant with a double life, it was considered a necessity to gather ample information on behalf of Zeredah. While his Puppet Master side was more than capable of prying and stealing those dearest secrets, Octavio's regular identity was also of the utmost importance.
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There was a struggle in maintaining two identities, however, Octavio learned to balance it with grace. As an informant and soldier, he considered it his special duty. The apology followed by the raising of hands was met with a dismissive wave.
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"No worries, you didn't know," Octavio responded softly. "My boyfriend doesn't live nearby, so yeah..."
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The actor inside manifested itself in a gentle tone and subtle fragility to his happiness. He wanted to convey a slight sorrow in his "distance" to his beloved while remaining kind-hearted about the misunderstanding. Octavio Kremlen was supposed to be a benevolent, sociable man. When she asked about where they would head to next, the redhead chuckled.
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"Hey now, it is your turn. You came here to enjoy yourself, letting me pick all the time can't be fun," Octavio pushed the choice back.
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There was a light-heartedness to his voice as he insisted on Perci picking the next event. He wanted to befriend her to gather knowledge about her, not drag her along to games she would not enjoy. A crucial portion of forging friendships was mutual happiness in one another's company after all.
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The precious grey wolf was pleasant to hold, the soft fabric coaxing Octavio into bringing the stuffed animal to his chest. There were no regrets about winning the adorable plush wolf. The fetching appearance of the wolf brought a broad smile to Octavio's lips. A smile crossed the brunette's face after seeing the stuffed animal the redhead received as a trophy of his victory. Perhaps she liked it? While Octavio was not attached to the plushie, he considered offering to win Perci something she may enjoy.
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For all he knew, the young woman was questionable with reflexes, making her incapable of reigning champion for the cute little prize. She complimented the stuffed animal then proceeded to mention a significant other. The one-eyed man paused when thinking of the man he loved, Jaxx... The golem did not strike him as a plushie fan, however, he could show the adorable toy to man. It would provide Octavio with a chance to teach his sweetheart more about people. After a few minutes, the redhead favoured her with a gentle smile.
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"I am not sure how much they would enjoy it, but I can show them a picture," Octavio answered.
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The redhead wanted to insinuate the possibility of his relationship being long-distance or online. Therefore, if friendship manifested, he could easily state they broke up or fell out of contact. It would make his lack of emotion about the situation more reasonable than if they interacted in the world of reality.
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Together they sauntered over to the whack-a-mole machine. As they approached, Octavio's green eyes analyzed the game area for the whack-a-mole games. A large canopy covered where the game attendant stood, a red vest wrapped around his torso and a black fob with a nametag hanging from his neck. The man had pale blond hair and snow-white skin to match those paler features. Strong from the top of the tent were several, large stuffed animal prizes. More on smaller wooden shelves being available for those who failed to get the highest price.
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Several children and teens were whacking away at the machine, mallets hitting the fake moles. Soft dings echoed in the air as points were earned by the players. A smile touched the redhead's lips as they closed in on the enjoyable carnival game. The man inside the tent favoured them with a hesitant, albeit, fragile smile. The game attendants' arms were crossed while attempting to avoid gazes. It suggested the man was shy or perhaps even had some lower calibre of nervousness about the situation. The Assembly informant's mind was brought elsewhere when Perci stated she would watch.
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It was strange, but Octavio merely provided a shrug. He would not force her to play.
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"Whatever floats your boat. How about you pick the next game?" Octavio suggested casually.
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With that, Octavio approached the counter and exchanged a little cash to play. The man's fingers curled around the foam hammer as the game's little song fired up. He tightened his grip, green eye carefully watching for when the cheesy moles poked their heads out. Whenever he saw one, Octavio smacked the hammer down to gain points. Every once and while his hammer managed to hit the fake creatures, his numbers increasing. At the end of the game, the music of victory fired, declaring he won the average medium-sized prize.
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"Sweet," Octavio said in success.
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The redhead inspected the stuffed animals, a soft 'hmm' leaving his lips. Eventually, he pointed at a stuffed wolf plushie on one of the hook hangers beside the shelf. With that, the attendant grabbed it and passed it over to Octavio, which he took. A smile was on Octavio's face, the one-eyed man turning to show Perci what he won.
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The brunette appeared decently sociable based on her willingness to converse with a stranger. The attitude being represented suggested the young woman would be capable of speaking with Octavio without issue. These were positive signs for the young Assembly informant to gather information. He hoped it would relate to the Terror Response Syndicate, however, there was nothing to confirm the potential of gathering this information. A smile played on the green-eyed man’s face as he watched Perci, attempting to maintain a friendly countenance.
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The redhead was conscientious about his body language as he desired to maintain an open atmosphere to his character. Casually, his hands hid in his jean pockets which kept his chest open to Perci. There would hopefully be the exchanging of information between them, alas, Octavio required a hint of wariness else he ousted himself as Assembly. Hiding his occupation when using his Octavio Kremlen identity was crucial, therefore, he would assure their safety. There was a returned smile on the woman’s face as she agreed to spend the carnival with him, meaning, step one was completed.
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“Awesome!” Octavio declared a broad smile across his lips and a closed fist of victory to his chest. "Anyways, sure. I was eyeballing that game already."
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With those words, Octavio began walking towards the whack-a-mole machine with intentions of playing with the mysterious woman. As they walked towards the game, Perci inquired about his reason for being alone at the event. The gifted shrugged at her before giving a smile.
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"Eh, I was just a little bored," Octavio explained. "Sooo, since there was nothing better to do, I came here."
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The man smoothly lied, calls lacking in his confident and happy voice. As the Puppet Master, Octavio needed to be capable of lying to other people. Without lies, people would shortly discover his identity.
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Digging for information located in another person's mind was difficult without abilities like mind reading or psychometry. Asking the correct inquiries would be Octavio's only method of gathering information, however, deception could easily be used against him should he pry too much. A friendly smile captivated his face, the redhead attempting to maintain a positive vibe in hopes comfort would drift between them. There was a charisma in the manner Octavio acted around the woman he wished to learn more about.
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Potential information could lurk in the depths of this woman's mind and questioning without building his false friendship would only result in a downfall. Already, Octavio's thoughts were preparing for the upcoming attempts to gather data in hopes of discovering something crucial. A pleasant smile stretched across the redhead's face when the brunette mentioned she arrived alone, meaning he could easily spend time with her without distractions. Working on a single person was easier than deceiving an entire group of individuals with different skeptics.
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"Well, want to hang out then? A carnival is bored alone," Octavio offered with a light-hearted chuckle.
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A friendly atmosphere was Octavio's goal through the social situation. Manifesting the air of benevolence and amiability would comfort the intended target of his information digging. The only requirement was dodging the bitter taste of failure along with discourse to assure everything was appropriately gathered. First, he needed information about the brunette herself, most specifically her occupation in Lorsette. A TRS or RCMP job would suffice the AP informant, otherwise, he would allow things to flow naturally to avoid suspicions.
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The young brunette appeared quite polite considering the manner she responded to bumping into him. An apology was hastily offered after the incident. There were no blind accusations, just acceptance of there being an error in direction. Either way, Octavio was not bothered by the circumstances of their meeting. People were crucial in the fight against the Terror Response Syndicate, regardless of side... An individual of the TRS could easily slip up and reveal significant facts about their organization on a sheer accident.
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As an informant, Octavio considered it among his duties to inquire about the correct things to prompt the revealing of that information. Besides, Zeredah's goals and desires were among the most important objects, hence, he wore his face of friendliness. Fortunately, he was not operating under his alias as the Puppet Master for the assumed citizen he discovered, otherwise, his tactics would turn more ruthless. The mysterious woman stated her name before inquiring about whether he was waiting for someone or not.
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"Nope, I came alone," he answered with a shrug. "Are you? Or are we in the same boat?"
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There was friendliness sprinkled with hints of benevolence to the redhead's voice as he interacted with the stranger. If he could ascertain information as to her company of people, should she possess one, he could move forward with his plans. Should she be alone, Octavio planned on offering her a buddy for the carnival. Besides, with immortality allowing people to live for years on end, anybody could be a crucial individual to the TRS.
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Hands hidden inside his pockets, Octavio strode forward, green eyes analyzing the area around him. Each step brought him closer to the whack-a-mole where people lined up to conquer the game. The informant innately scanned the area around him because of his instincts. As an information gatherer of this degree and somebody with a slight paranoia, Octavio surveyed out of precaution. People would hunt the infamous Puppet Master and furthermore his abilities resulted in a requirement to be attentive of his surroundings in all situations.
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Another scan of the immediate area was accomplished as he walked closer to the game. He feigned calmness as he moved through the crowds, entering a more crowded location. While people filtered past, one person failed to follow the whims of the crowd around them. Somebody bumped into Octavio, snapping his eyes back forward as a soft 'ouf' escaped his lips. The redhead backpedaled a couple of steps, green eyes searching for the individual who crashed into him. In front of him stood a brunette, her wavy tresses reaching down past her shoulders. He gained the opportunity to see his eyes, noticing them a green hue. She wore a unique blue dress, something adequate for the pleasant spring weather.
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An apology escaped her lips from bumping into him, however, Octavio merely shrugged in response. There were concerns the woman was being sneaky, but he would keep his concerns quieted to avoid suspicion.
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"Don't worry about it," Octavio responded casually.
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Curiously, Octavio glanced behind the stranger, checking for any companions. The brunette appeared to be alone, not a single soul following in her stead. Should she be a TRS agent, this could be a wonderful opportunity... The redhead extended a friendly hand, a smile tracing his lips.
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"I'm Octavio, and what's your name?" He said, kicking off the introductions.
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People were mostly kept in the dark about his identity as the Puppet Master with merely a select few being privy to those crucial facts. A lot of individuals were untrustworthy, hence, Octavio to precautions to assure the Puppet Master and Octavio Kremlen were viewed as two separate people. The voice changer in his mask and nature of his disguises assured people would fail to notice the overlapping traits of two people secretly the same.
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Birds chirped happily from their positions in the sky, swooping and flapping through Lorsette. Spring recently returned to Newfoundland, leaving people content with the changes in weather. Sunlight filtered through wispy clouds, maintaining a pleasant temperature to the air around them. It brought people outside and to the spring festivities. On the shores of Starlight Beach perched a carnival that occasionally arrived during the spring months. In these times, people would flock towards the enjoyable Spring Carnival.
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Sounds of laughter from children and adults echoed from the carnival as people enjoyed themselves. They scurried about, playing games, celebrating victories and consoling loses. There seemed to be endless happiness among them, as though everything which happened in the pass was forgotten. Yet, it was remembered in the mind of one individual who attended the carnival. Years ago blood-curdling screams echoed into the air, shrill as people were slaughtered on the beaches. Terrors murdered people in the area, only dissipating to dust when hunters defeated them.
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Blood splattered across shores, lapped by hungry waves, tainting the waters. Two separate groups of people dueled on their respective sides, casualties being dealt on each. The Assembly of Phantoms and Terror Response Syndicate went fought during that haunting spring day. This individual remembered his involvement, the dolls which followed him, the flames that consumed a warehouse he stored himself in... the golem who saved him. As he walked the sandy shores, he remembered the smell of flames as a fire manipulator attempted to murder his persona, the infamous Puppet Master, but met a grisly death.
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Those memories filtered through Octavio's mind as he walked through the carnival, briefly enjoying the ocean view. The contrast between the current affairs and prior tragedy was intriguing, however, something he refused to dwell on. Unlike the horde those years ago, Octavio Kremlen did not dawn his secret identity. The gas mask-like face cover, black trench coat and various other darker shades of clothes were abandoned for a more casual appearance. Today, he tasked himself with a different form of surveillance which involved blending into the crowds.
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Covering his branded eye was an eye patch, hiding the iconic symbol of his abilities; to assist, he even wore a grey-coloured contact lens beneath. Wrapped around his head was a black headband with a pattern of red dots. Black studs adorn his ears, something simple for the day. A red t-shirt and a pair of jeans covered his body, meanwhile, his shoes were a simple pair of black tennis shoes. The green-eyed man watched a few moments longer before pulling away, arms reaching for the sky. A yawn escaped his throat while he stretched his arms.
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The redhead woke early to tend to anything Jaxx required as of repairs and modifications. Afterwards, he hastily threw together an outfit and drove to Lorsette to venture through the carnival. The Assembly informant would not be recognized by his fellow members, however, he decided to task himself with some investigation. He wanted to survey the TRS a bit and analyze how they increased security in comparison to the year the parade was attacked. Therefore, he moved through, glancing around in search of games or rides he would enjoy to assist with blending in.
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Through the crowds of smiling people, Octavio's green eye locked onto a whack-a-mole machine with plenty of large prizes. A smirk crossed his lips as the redhead ventured forward, planning on playing some people in the silly little game. He needed to blend in somehow, and being a carnival patron was the best method.
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