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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The Staff
season
Summer 2022
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.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Properly organizing the training lessons were of the utmost importance considering Brasti could easily procure more time delving into the practices of throwing knives. Providing his apprentice with the crucial skill of self-defence remained a top priority, else he could become the future victim to an Assembly member's attacks. The demon already knew he desired for Tristan to accomplish another round of knife throwing before they proceeded onto the more exhausting sections of self-defence training. Delivering the unfortunate truth of both Assembly of Phantoms members and their mayhem-causing creations being after the young blond because of his TRS affiliation was always burdensome and saddening. There were days Brasti desired for the war to suddenly stop, despite the result meaning he no longer had a job among TRS ranks. These wars were originally what separated him from his beloved Lilliana, and he longed for the days where they could peacefully live by one another's sides; happy and free. However, based on the hard-working efforts of Zeredah, achieving victory would never become an easy task, thus the dark-haired man remained at his post, awaiting freedom.
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Knives in general, a more exhausting and tedious training to come from the sheer statement. Melee combat lessons would be required to provide Tristan with a proper grasp on holding other types of knives. The urge to release a mildly annoyed sigh was resisted, keeping Brasti quiet as he nodded to his apprentice. Invoking his magic would not be avoided today considering the manner which hand-to-hand training would be conducted, although, the demon supposed it was inevitable. If there was an instance where Tristan used all his throwing knives, melee knives could assist in keeping the young blond safe from possible death or worse.
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"Very well," Brasti stated in a neutral, authoritative tone. "One more round of throwing, then I will let you try sparring against me with a different knife."
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While the dark-haired man was trained in various forms of weaponry, he still preferred the usage of his magic. Unlike weaponry which could get destroyed, damaged or thrown away, magic was a more natural force. It flowed through the user, allowing for a variety of unique abilities, most easily invoked by the user's willpower. When the throwing began, Brasti took a step back to observe, scrutinizing his apprentice as he went through the motions to throw. The knife left his hand, rotating until sinking into the side of the board.
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"Since these are your last two throws for today, you can try aiming and power if you want, but remember, your rotations are more important," Brasti said.
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The permission was provided to allow Tristan to explore, giving him a chance to understand more about knives before he began possibly training in his personal time. After the statement, Brasti grabbed the blade of one of the throwing knives, offering Tristan the hilt to throw again; he would do similarly when the blond finished his second throw.
Upon Tristan’s agreement to possibly request future lessons after graduating from the training program, Brasti provided a small return smile. There was mild comfort in listening to Tristan state he would potentially take the offer. While the demon could be described as cold and manipulative by some, he genuinely cared about the safety of his scouts. They were necessary for the entire functioning of the scouting division in TRS unit one; nobody could accomplish everything by themselves after all. The arrangements of these potential future lessons could be handled on the spot. There was only one difficult piece to handle which would be Donovan, a man who relied on his scouting skills after cutting an interesting deal with him. Consistently, the demon assisted from the safety of his computer, flicking through cameras, searching for Assembly members who caused mayhem. In return, Donovan kept those special secrets safe, however, Brasti proceeded to keep his true identity under his hat. If the conversation shifted to the mysterious, old lieutenant of unit one, the dark-haired demon would be forced to state his words carefully. There was a pause as Brasti settled the knives onto the small table, pausing for a moment, wondering if Tristan merely wished to learn to throw knives.
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The amount of time in their self-defence lesson could be increased should he only be expected to teach throwing knives; it could become crucial to Tristan’s training. Before the demon could gain the opportunity to ask, his apprentice provided a different inquiry first. There was a brief pause of thought, Brasti releasing an extensive sigh at the unfortunate answer.
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“Both,” he began solemnly. “Terrors and Assembly members will want to hurt or kill you. The only difference is Assembly members may consider kidnapping and torturing you. Terrors will just kill. Also, did you just want to throw or do you want to try melee knives?”
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There were vague thoughts towards the two people he knew who joined the Assembly, one making him wonder why. His brother, Xander, was an obvious case, Brasti quickly assuming he decided to join to spite him. Alas, his long-time wife Lilliana was definitely a complete mystery. Nights were spent skimming through the ideals the Assembly offered, but none provided a hint to the dragon’s peculiar opinion. Their marriage was an example that opposite species groupings could easily manage to fall deeply in love, yet, she chose the side which supported segregation. When the demon drifted into thought, he wore a facade on his face, eyes locked on the target before turning towards Tristan, suggesting he was merely thinking about training for a moment.
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“How about we get back to throwing, okay?” he suggested, lips managing a tiny smile.
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Secrets were common for Brasti, the demon frequently masking expressions and personal thoughts. There were few people who managed to get close, especially considering his own hesitance to allow it. People could be cruel manipulators like himself, and the dark-haired man wished to avoid the possibility of tasting his own medicine.
Casually, Brasti walked back towards the throwing area, unbothered by the knives he held his hands. The hilts were tightly grasped to avoid dropping them, desiring to avoid further damage to gymnasium; the bullet was already embedded into one of the walls after all. The gathered knives were placed onto the table, the demon preparing to proceed with teaching Tristan about self-defence. There were times where Brasti wished being a scout was a safer occupation, but the information they gathered was significant and the Assembly would be delighted to know everything the TRS knew about them. From systems, camera passwords and crucial documents, there was plenty of use in kidnapping a scout and torturing them. There would be some fortune in keeping Tristan inside the offices, most specifically the safety against Assembly forces. A small smile touched Brasti's lips when his apprenticed seemed to find comfort, stating that it helped he would remain inside headquarters. In person, reconnaissance could be accomplished by the more physically skillful scouts, those he could trust to avoid being killed or captured under most circumstances.
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Quietly, the dark-haired man waited for Tristan to return by his side to continue the throwing. As expected, his blond apprentice got into position, already aware the training would proceed. A brief smile touched the demon's lips, fading to show evident fixation in analyzing Tristan's pose.
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"Also, if you feel like you need more lessons after this one, you can always ask," Brasti offered. "Being a scout is dangerous, even if you stay in the office."
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Despite being under the assumption that Tristan knew the dangers of being a TRS scout, Brasti felt informing him was necessary to prepare the young man. Losing scouts was never the intention, but should he frightened the blond from proceeded with his training, he would prefer it opposed to the second option. Scouts could be killed should they be captured, the ancient demon possessing limited information about the circumstances on account of never being kidnapped himself. However, he knew the Assembly and people, in general, could be cruel and ruthless, especially when it came to wars. People made it obvious during the War of Traitors through ignorantly judging the differences rather than the similarities, and Brasti would not doubt it was similar now.
Curiosity was understandable reasoning, but Brasti desired his apprentice to solely fixate on the rotating cycles of the throwing knife. Plenty of training would be required before he expected Tristan to calculate additional rotates from speed and how to accurately through the blades with excellent precision. The demon was already considering potentially providing additional lessons after Tristan was considered graduated from the combat-based training. Scouts were useful carriers of information for the TRS, thus furthering the blond's abilities with fighting remained beneficial for the organization, even if he was determined to keep Tristan as an office worker. The young man's hacking skills were incredible and definitely useful among the more computer savvy work. Those were the types where Brasti preferred fixation on their work behind the safety of a screen, scouting through the deployment of cameras or occasionally drones opposed to physical presence on the battlefield. There was a small nod in response to Tristan's conclusion on knife retrieval.
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"If you don't, the members who contain him will. Either way, it can be a dangerous game getting the knives back. They shouldn't stick into flesh as much as they do the board," Brasti responded, elaborating a bit. "I would still be careful, never know if they will hit something and get stuck there, plus it depends on how deep it goes. I can't tell you too much since I usually fight with magic."
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After gaining some distance from the board, Brasti watched Tristan prepare to retrieve his knife, listening to more of the words he stated. There was always a risk of getting closer to the enemy, especially considering how dangerous terrors and Assembly members could become.
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"I wouldn't get close unless you know it is dead or desperately need a knife, although, a little training will teach you quick ways to retrieve," Brasti stated neutrally. "If it helps, I will probably keep you in the offices. Your hacking skills would be more useful there."
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When Tristan began attempting to tug the knife from the board, Brasti watched carefully. Despite splinters being a minor wound affliction, he still wanted his apprentice to avoid it. The old target boards were wearing, as they oftentimes did on account of numerous projectiles being launched their way; it was merely a matter of time. The successful retrieval of the knife prompted Brasti to smile slightly before beckoning Tristan to follow him back to the throwing distance to start again; his apprentice still needed some practice after all.
Rotations, the essential key for beginners to understand in knife throwing from the information gather and training Brasti received. Power and accuracy could become future frets after learning the rotations was completed. The first throw proved to be excellently accomplished, thus the demon was gradually gaining higher expectations for Tristan. The instructions were well-interpreted, his apprentice managing to sink the blade into the target despite some questionable posture. There was a prideful smile which crossed Brasti's lips when the blond stated he believed he understood the objective of knife throwing. The approaching second throw excited the demon, he genuinely desired to watch his apprentice succeed. There was reassurance which arrived with witnessing stunning success from scouts in his units, especially when it arrived at self-defence skills. Providing capable, young scouts was apart of Brasti's job, and he despised the notion of failing at the crucial task. Creating these skillful scouts would natural please the scout master, as the demon was expected to accomplish.
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A few steps were taken back, the dark-haired man analyzing Tristan's position as he increased the distance between himself and the wooden target. Posture was magnificent, a straightened body with the right foot forward, which brought a broad smile to Brasti's lips. Initial thoughts resulted in the demon believing Tristan would successfully accomplish another brilliant throw, although, the deputy was unfortunately mistaken. The knife was thrown into the air, evidently having more force than the previous. It rotated, the dull hilt eventually hitting the target which resulted in Brasti frowning and shaking his head.
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"I told you, rotations, not power," Brasti began immediately. "Power and accuracy will come with time."
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There was hope Tristan could manage to fall into the routine of fixating on rotations before additional information and factors were added to throwing. Three knives remained by the target, two embedded into the wall while a single knife glimmered on the floor of the gymnasium. A soft sigh escaped Brasti's lips, his attention returning to Tristan when he asked his question.
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"If the enemy is dead or incapacitated, usually. Sometimes people get desperate," Brasti explained.
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Afterwards, he began walking towards the target, gesturing for Tristan to follow behind him. While Brasti was supervising the lesson, he wished to teach the blond how to remove his knives from the target board; or an unfortunate opponent who attempted to chase him down. Once they arrived at the board, the demon laid one hand flat against the rough, wooden target, warily touching it to avoid splinters. There was some distance between his splayed hand and the embedded knife, Brasti carefully tugging the knife out.
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"Did you see how I did it? You don't want to get too close to an enemy, but since this is training, just get the knife out safely," Brasti explained.
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There was plenty of time remaining in the day to train young Tristan in self-defence, thus Brasti desired to avoid injuries obstructing the lesson. Before backing away from the target, the demon retrieved the knife on the ground, carefully holding both in a single hand. Once the action was completed, he turned to observe his apprentice to assure he would avoid getting injured.
Attentively, Brasti observed the movements of his apprentice, the initial display proving to be rather well-done for a first attempt at "throwing". The position of his hand on the knife's hilt was approved with a quick nod from the demon before he finally distanced himself from Tristan. Gradually, a suitable position was accomplished, his apprentice appearing relaxed, right foot forward and excellent hold on the knife's hilt. There was still hesitance to state the knife throwing lesson would proceed smoothly and quickly considering the weapon could be difficult to gain a full grasp on immediately. Additional lessons and extra guidance would be crucial with throwing knives because of the necessary fixation on knife rotations opposed to power and accuracy; while hitting the target remained important, it would be pointless should the blade never pierce their soft flesh. When Tristan glanced towards him after doing the motions, the deputy scout grinned and provided a nod of approval to the accomplished movements. While there could be some work on posture, the positioning was possible for a first throw to the board, which his apprentice proceeded to accomplish.
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A loud thunk echoed through the gymnasium as the knife's blade embedded itself into the target, Brasti smiling at Tristan's successful first throw. Afterwards, he grabbed the blade of another knife, carefully handing the hilt side to the blond to proceed with their lesson.
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"Make sure to keep your body straight," Brasti reminded. "You can try from further back, but remember, you have to make sure it rotates so it lands into the target. Got it?"
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When the knife was retrieved by Tristan, Brasti would proceed to take a few steps back to observe the throw and attempt to detect any errors. Fortunately, his apprentice appeared to be catching on quickly, which impressed the scout deputy immensely. There would remain a hesitance to place the blond on fieldwork, but should the necessity arise, Brasti could feel more comfortable assigning him the dangerous task.
After displaying the method to hold the gun and properly shoot it, Brasti handed the firearm back towards his apprentice, praying that Tristan would decide to attempt the action again. Carefully, the demon adjusted his sunglasses higher onto his face before stepping back to properly observe his apprentice. These lessons were crucial for situations of desperation where making one's self scarce from terror forces proved difficult and risked the possibility of injury. Unfortunately, moments would arrive where a scout could discover a wall to their back and no nearby exits or savours to rescue them from the frightening jaws on an incoming threat. In this grim reality of war, there were times where even the weak or unexpected were forced to fight in a desperate attempt to defend themselves from those who wished to injury or even murder them. The answer to his inquiry about further questions brought a slight smirk to Brasti's lips. There was a chance his apprentice could finally handle shooting the firearm with little worry. Observantly, the demon watched Tristan, violet eyes flitting around to scrutinize the blonde's form, assuring everything appeared correct.
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The posture his apprentice displayed pleased Brasti, the smirk stretching into a lip-tight smile in response, clearly, his apprentice had been paying more attention to the demonstration and his instructions. There was a loud bang as Tristan squeezed the trigger, the bullet propelling forward and embedding itself into the wooden chest of the target. Carefully, Brasti grabbed the rim of his sunglasses, pulling them down to get a proper look at the bullet hole.
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"Well look at that, good aim, kid," Brasti stated. "Now you are going to be able to protect yourself."
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The comment Tristan gave in response resulted in the dark-haired man rolling his eyes before pushing his sunglasses back up. Afterwards, he firmly grabbed the gun before placing it onto the table where he picked up the throwing knives, figuring they would be a better start. There were handheld ones as well, but Brasti wanted to teach Tristan about those after the throwing lesson. With the blade in his hand, the demon passed a knife to Tristan, handle facing his apprentice for safety reasons.
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"Now watch, I will try my best to instruct you, but I want you to watch for the posture, then before you throw we can go through it slowly, got it?" Brasti explained.
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There was hardly an opportunity for Tristan to answer as Brasti showed how he positioned his fingers around the knife, granting his apprentice a few moments to analyze. After, he brought the knife back before throwing it with an adequate force, the blade going end over end before sinking deep into the board. When he finished the first throw, he grabbed another knife, planning to do the actions as he explained.
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"So you want to bring it back, then when you bring your arm forward, focus on the rotations, don't worry about power and accuracy, that will come when you get the movements down, alright? Keep your body relaxed, if you're right-handed, your right foot should be forward and keep your body straight," Brasti stated. "Now go through the motions, but don't let go of the knife."
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After he relayed the instructions, Brasti stepped back slightly, putting his own knife in hand to display the holding work again until his apprentice was in position. When it appeared Tristan was prepared to "throw", the demon stepped back to properly observe the motions.
Currently, it appeared Brasti’s vague teachings were not providing the hopeful yields. Discovering how certain items worked could easily allow for improve observational skills; a beyond valuable asset. Silently, the demon watched Tristan pull away, firearm still clenched in his hand. The remarks had evidently accomplished their overall goal of persuading Tristan to try again. While he failed to specify the sights, he hoped his apprentice would discover them after a closer inspection. An amused smirk graced the demon’s lips as he prepared to witness Tristan’s second attempt at shooting. He rarely was given the opportunity to train the youthful faces joining the TRS, thus he savoured teasing and creating difficult lessons. There was silence as Brasti watched the blond line his shot, a smile remaining on the demon’s faced. The gun was aimed, his apprentice prepared to squeeze the trigger when suddenly the radio burst to life. The abrupt sound threw Tristan’s aim off, the barrel facing the direction of the wall as the bullet launched from it. It rocketed through the air, promptly embedding into the gymnasium wall. A flinch breached Brasti’s face as he adjusted his sunglasses, staring at the small hole created in the wall. While he stared, the gun was hastily shoved back into his hands, a brow raising on the demon’s face at the reaction.
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Hastily, Brasti managed to gain a firm grip of the firearm. Evidently, his apprentice thought he could escape the gun shooting lesson easily. Admittedly, the demon considered the disturbance worthy of a mulligan at least and perhaps some elaboration on shooting. While he maintained a tight grip on the gun, the deputy scout rolled his eyes in response to Tristan's adamancy in not learning a weapon which was probably easier to handle than knives.
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"Well, you obviously need a little more help with this," Brasti stated with a sigh. "Knives are a lot harder to aim and use opposed to guns, so I want you to listen up and watch closely. Also, turn your radio off, we can practice more with it on later."
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After assuring the safety was on, Brasti pointed to the top of the gun where the sight was before lifting it, arms slightly bent and violet eyes staring down the sight.
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"You saw where I pointed, right? You look down that to aim," he began simply. "Then you want to keep your arms a bit bent too. I wanted to see if you could figure it out on your own, but since you don't seem very confident, I can give you more information. Now any questions?"
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There were no shots taken before Brasti offered the gun back to his blond apprentice. While the scout deputy would attempt to keep Tristan on camera duty, he knew his apprentice needed to sharpen his skills in weaponry before he could properly graduate him. Scouts without their full training would simply be useless to the TRS, thus the dark-haired demon was determined to make certain Tristan would become skilled in both weapons he brought out.
Amusing, it appeared to be the best word to describe Brasti’s apprentice. Currently, Tristan was an interesting individual which left Brasti curious; what secrets did this young man possess? Everybody kept secrets, hiding them close to their hearts and refusing to utter a word to any souls. Those were crucial pieces of information the blackmailer desired to capture in his mind alongside proof of various forms. These were necessary for properly manipulating other individuals to gather information and avoid anybody attempting to demolish his plans through truthful threats. However, the demon remained uncertain of the blond’s usefulness currently considering their interactions prior were meagre text exchanges to test rumours of Tristan’s hacking capabilities. While gathering materials for potential blackmailing would still be accomplished for emergency situations, Brasti felt the blond would not be problematic to handle in the future. Hacking assaults from the blond proved to be easily handled considering his superior skill in the field.
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There was a sight chuckle when Tristan mentioned the notion of nicknames; the demon would not stop his apprentice from providing one. Once the shooting example was completed, the blond appeared keen on observing and went lengths to state he understood the demonstration.
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A brief nod was given before Brasti handed the gun to his apprentice, "Perfect, we can make this quick then."
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Once the firearm was placed into the blond's hands, the dark-haired man stepped back a few paces to observe the shots his apprentice was instructed to take. Observing his apprentice caused Brasti's brow to lift as Tristan appeared nervous handling the handgun. There were breaths taken before Brasti noticed the gun get lifted, safety flicked off before his apprentice fired, bullet embedding into the target's shoulder. The words which left Tristan's mouth after the first shot resulted in Brasti's hand thoughtfully adjusting his sunglasses, but when the firearm was offered back, the demon did not move to take it.
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"Why is that? As I stated, you need to know how to defend yourself, Tristan. Scouts can't always be lucky to work inside perpetually. While I will make certain you are apart of the inside team, you need to learn for those emergency situations where they need you on the field," Brasti stated neutrally. "You're not magically inclined from what I gathered of your information. We can try knives, but knowing to defend yourself is crucial, and you can't say you are unable to do it after one measly shot."
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Slowly, the scout deputy reached for the firearm, planning to gentle fetch it from Tristan. Alas, the demon remained slow in his movements in desperate hope his words would motivate Tristan to proceed to fire.
There was an amused smirk which stretched across Brasti’s face the longer he interacted with his apprentice. The foolish boy truly thought defeating him was a possibility. While the demon would admire the blond’s skillfulness in hacking, Brasti considered himself masterful in it. There was ease whenever the dark-haired man’s fingers glided across a keyboard, the subtle clicks of keys being tapped a poetic melody to his ears. The sounds were consistently leaving his office during working hours and occasionally when the demon decided to accomplish some work at home. The evidence to his speedy typing was displayed through the smoothness of his typing keys, the pebbling on the plastic surface long decimated by mere weeks or use. There was doubt was mere kid could accomplish the ambitious goal of beating him in hacking, thus Brasti arrogantly believes the blond's "triumph" to be nothing concerning. There was a belief the victorious grin was unnecessary, the demon already aware he could easily shut Tristan out with little effort; his apprentice was the fortunate one considering how easily the hacker could defeat him.
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A soft chuckle escaped Brasti's lips, "If you say so buttercup."
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The tone provided was designed to be teasing, although, Brasti genuinely believed he could defeat Tristan in hacking at any time. After demonstrated equipping the magazine, the demon glanced towards his apprentice, waiting until the blond prompted him to proceed. There was a smirk as Brasti lifted the handgun, violet eyes staring through the sunglasses and down the sights to a target. The safety was smoothly flipped off until finally, he squeezed the trigger, allowing the hammer to click and send a bullet which smacked near the center dot of the target, embedding into the wood.
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"You do that," Brasti explained.
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Afterwards, Brasti flipped the safety back down, the barrel being aimed back towards the concrete floor of the gymnasium. He beckoned Tristan closer, stationing him in front of the target. The dark-haired man was still required to teach his apprentice about how to use the weapon. First, he pointed to a small switch which was the gun's safety.
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"That's your safety, I flicked it on. Before you shoot, shut it off," Brasti started. "Afterwards, aim down the sights and fire. You can try other types of guns, but I recommend something light like a handgun."
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When the demonstration was completed, Brasti took a single step away, watching for Tristan to begin his attempt at shooting. There would be no further assistance, especially considering the demon desired to see what his apprentice would accomplish with a brief introduction to shooting.
There were no concerns evident on Brasti’s face when it arrived at being questioned about his little brother, especially considering it was already dealt with. Thus his apprentice discovering his brother was apart of the Assembly was not burdensome to the demon. He already handled this situation once, making the repetition seem harmless to Brasti. All the weaponry was properly organized when the demon glanced back towards his apprentice. Currently, Tristan appeared better suited behind a computer screen, typing away at keys, but Brasti wanted to assure the blonde could handle himself. There were times scouts were expected to be near danger or occasionally the information they acquired could result in some shadier individuals deciding to attack; learning self-defence was crucial for survival. Terrors and Assembly members were brutal, merciless competitors who would gleefully slaughter any unfortunate soul to stand in their path. The demon listened to Tristan, surprised as he watched his apprentice's fingers glide across the screen of his own phone before a small ding echoed from the depths of his pocket.
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The phone was fished from Brasti's pocket, the dark-haired man turning it on to gaze at the text on his screen. A few quick taps on the screen formulated a sentence, 'It happens, not all family is close.' The sentence was vague, designed to avoid questioning despite his familiarity with the situation; he simply preferred to avoid inquiries about personal information if possible. Once the text was completed, the demon returned his cellphone into his pocket, a brief glance being taken towards the target before Brasti grabbed the gun, checking if it was unloaded.
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"Awww, you think you could have beaten me? How cute," Brasti teased with a smirk.
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As Tristan proceeded to speak, mentioning the other options, Brasti provided a nod of acknowledgement to his apprentice. The following question resulted in the demon glancing back towards his apprentice. Everything about the statement made Brasti wish to agree, but he knew to possess even some meagre self-defence skills were important for the survival of scouts.
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"Yes, but there will be times you may have to fight. You don't always get a choice, but I will likely mention to the scout master that you should be placed inside the offices more than on the field, if at all," Brasti explained simply. "The point is, we carry valuable information, which means you gotta be careful. Now come over here, I will teach you to load this."
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The barrel of the gun was pointed towards the ground, the safety flicked on while Brasti inched closer to his apprentice. The gun's handle was firmly held in a single hand while the bullet cartridge in the other. In a fluent movement, the demon slowly slid the cartridge into place, before glancing towards his apprentice to see if he was paying attention.
The vague response Tristan provided him resulted in Brasti chuckling as he passed. It was evident his apprentice had not accessed his files quite yet to realize he would not be scolded. Fortunately, this would make training more amusing for the demon, especially considering the manner which the blond reacted to him initially. There was no hesitation as Brasti prepared setting up the equipment for their weapons training and perhaps a quick scout mission to provide Tristan with a proper introduction to the dangers of being near terrors. Gradually, the old, wooden target was propped onto its legs until it was "sturdy"; the poor elderly target appeared to struggle in sturdiness. The weapons were brought some distance from the rickety old target, the demon glancing over them carefully before setting them on the ground. There were a variety of ranged weapons he wanted Tristan to attempt first before they switched gears to more hand-to-hand combat tactics which would involve melee knives. From his current distance, he could still hear Tristan speak, prompting for Brasti to glance over until he heard the ringing of his phone.
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Promptly, the ancient demon fetched the device, using the fingerprint ID to open his cellphone which revealed a picture of his younger brother, Xander. Another chuckle escaped Brasti's lips as Tristan began drawing conclusions, mentioning how the photo appeared to be rather similar.
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"Yes, but that would be because he is my brother," Brasti stated bluntly. "Not everyone gets along."
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The TRS was already aware of Xander Vanderfeld being his younger brother because of their resemblance and naturally their matching surnames. Those facts prompted concerns from the higher-ups, which resulted in Brasti explaining the situation, albeit, with some more vague details. All those years ago, the demon had explained he did not share similar opinions to his brother which resulted in him opting to join the TRS while his brother the Assembly. The news hastily dissipated considering the gossip became drab when it was evident the TRS trust in Brasti was well-founded, although, they, fortunately, failed to detect his relationship with another member of the Assembly. When Tristan stated his name, the demon nodded, smirking at his apprentice.
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"That would be me," he began, chuckling at the victorious answer Tristan gave. "Wow, someone feels victorious, eh? You know, I let you win, right?"
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Once their combat lesson was completed, Brasti planned to check the security files to see if Tristan successfully hacked into his TRS file. The demon found himself curious if the blond managed to read the information related to his file, thus he was prepared to delve into the logs to check, however, he first needed to teach Tristan once their introductions were completed.
Apprenticing was never a difficult job to accomplish in Brasti's opinion, especially considering it essentially involved bossing some young individual around for a few hours before retreating back to the office. The basic introduction was already completed with brilliance after verifying if the rumours about Tristan Anderson, a recent recruit, were truthful. There were claims the blond was a marvellous hacker, those beliefs being informed in sticky notes left on his desks; a few threatening pieces of information could go incredible lengths to gain the data he desired. A few blackmailing threats on some scouts and those who created the folders about the various TRS members allowed the demon a broad scope on his fellow agents. While the tactics were dirty, they proved to be rather effective on most occasions; he adored having those dirty little secrets. Gradually, time progressed as Brasti flicked through cameras, searching for Assembly of Phantoms members to report, or more specifically, affiliates of the Dark King under the request of the unit one lieutenant.
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Eventually, he would be expected to abandon his office in favour of finally teaching Tristan some self-defence skills so he could survive on the field, should he be called to it. Personally, Brasti believed the boy faired better flicking through cameras and hacking for information related to the Assembly of Phantoms opposed to scouting for terrors in person; he definitely held the skills for it. A soft sigh escaped the demon's mouth as he rose from his chair, adjusting his sunglasses as his open hand proceeded to shut down the variety of computers and monitors. The time arrived to head down to the gymnasium; Brasti preferred to remain punctual whenever possible. The ancient man left his office, locking the door behind him before strolling down the headquarter's hallways to head towards the training centre. Similar to his fellow scouts, Brasti wore the navy and black colours accented by a deep, rich blue on his uniform which possessed no alterations; he preferred to avoid wasting his time on altering a perfectly fine uniform.
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As he walked towards the training centre, his phone dinged, notifying him of any hacking attempts on the TRS systems; he kept careful monitoring of the information. A smirk touched the dark-haired man's face as he recognized the IP code, finding it rather humourous Tristan would be attempting to hack again. Immediately, Brasti pulled open an application on his phone, defending the information from the hacking attempt. As he accomplished the task, the demon casually walked out the doors of headquarters, heading to the second building which was the training centre. The demon pushed through the double doors, promptly navigating the familiar hallways he memorized before opening the doors to the gymnasium, where he ceased the return fire, placing his phone into his pocket. There was no dire information in his files, just mere facts he was willing to provide.
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"My, my, it appears we have a troublemaker," he teased. Instead of introducing himself, Brasti walked towards the weapons closet. "Now, you said guns and knives for training, right?"
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Introductions felt unnecessary considering Tristan could not easily hack into the limited information on Brasti's file to discover any basic information he desired. Slowly, the demon grabbed the various items from the weapons' cabinet, all of which were meagre replicas provided for training purposes. He set out a gun and a variety of knives before fetching the target from the back to properly set it up.
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