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.
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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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Social interaction, the realm worlds beyond Preston left him apprehensive and questioning. His experiences were limited and his capabilities inept. The conversation was considered a long stowed away art, leaving the young blond awkward in regular day-by-day circumstances. His amber eyes flitted between the rolling grass below before returning to the fellow student, who confirmed his identity as Shib Parker. The angel knew nothing beyond his limited world of literature description and stumbling attempts through other discussions.
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The individual exhibited traits of friendliness throughout their minimal interaction. Alas, Preston's innate trepidation of these social situations resulted in him maintaining a wariness. Together, they ventured down the line of colourful game booths. Through it all, Preston's eyes wandered, amber hues noting the popping colours of the booth signs and decor. Similar to candy, the colours used were undoubtedly designed to attract the attention of passing children. Additionally, the hung toys and other prizes visible to passersby were all implemented in methods to become eye-catching.
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Slowly, Preston followed behind and maintained his wandering eyes. The angel's hand retreated into the depths of his pockets, fingers curled as he strolled behind Shib. Though a single question perked his interest and summoned a shrug. His entire motivation circled the concept of escaping constant requests to try socializing; even despite the loneliness.
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"So people leave me alone," he muttered quietly. "Why did you?"
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Honesty was the best policy, alas, Preston was never known for delicate words. The child operated off blunt standards after the manner his treatment arrived. Before shifting homes, his foster parents preached twisted ideals and exhibited distaste in his choices. Despite his partner's beaming smile and content expression, Preston's stayed relatively neutral. His emotiveness was always limited, evident by the lack of expressive changes to his countenance. As they continued through the lined games, the pair eventually came across a claw machine.
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The machine was brimming with colourful plushies and others of light pastels. A variety of different animals were stored inside the plexiglass box, piled beneath a dangling hook. The temptation to attempt the machine existed in the animals themselves, each possessing adorable features. As Shib declared desiring to hook himself an animal, Preston merely nodded. Quietly, the angel observed the placing of quarters and the inevitable squeak of the claw gaining life. With each push and pull of the joystick, the claw swayed back and forth.
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The heavy end brought it swinging for a while before finally ceasing and aligning with the head of the chosen animal. The blond observed as Shib backed away before clicking the bright red button. Once again, Preston greeted Shib with another small nod of affirmation. With that, he watched the claw fall, fingers coming together as the wire rolled up. The small claws grasped around the head, slowly bringing up the chosen toy to carry it to the drop-off bin.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] On several occasions, Preston's teachers preached the requirements for friendship existing. They pushed him to socialize and engage with his fellow students. Under most circumstances, the young angel ignored their words and focused on his studies. Alas, the words of his teachers haunted him to points of finally showing an effort. Gradually, the young bookworm found himself feeling a tad lonesome. Thus, he decided he would start the first step of many for a future coloured with friendship and smiling faces.
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Thus, through the soft worries pressuring his shoulders, Preston ventured out into the sunny summer weather. In a simple light grey t-shirt and a pair of light blue shorts, he found his way to Wanderer's Meadow. The gorgeous weather was welcomed as sunlight warmed his bare arms. It brightened his blond locks, messy and semi-curled as he approached. His shining amber eyes locked on the wall with tents poking out from it and laughter accompanied by screaming echoing from the location. People inside those walls were discovering entertainment through the playing of fair games.
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Thoughts of his mother flashed through his mind, the blond angel wishing she could have attended the summer fair alongside him. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he entered through the arch. Silently, he wandered the paths, heading to where the Friendship Initiative would be hosted. Accomplishing those steps alone were difficult, therefore, Preston decided to be clever and sign up for the infamous fair event. Signing up meant the opportunity to meet somebody without having to place ridiculous amounts of efforts into ground work.
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Shyness haunted Preston similar to a ghost, creeping over his shoulders and infiltrating his mind. It kept him hesitant to socialize and somewhat anxious about the beginnings of those interactions. Strangers proved more difficult to connect with, leaving the boy with a bashful heart to turn to books rather than people. Yet, Preston was determined, his hands softly balling into a fist of confidence! He could do this! The young angel was hopeful about creating these connections, furthermore, informing his mother of a new friend would undoubtedly make her proud!
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The thought of his mother's happiness inspired Preston's steps to quicken. Through the booths and people he shifted through, amber eyes searching for the front desk. In a matter of a simple approach and offer of his name, he received directions to his partner. For a few moments, Preston felt his partner's, Shib Parker's, hand around his wrist as they escaped the pressures of the crowded front desk. Silently, he followed behind the purple-haired stranger as he strode behind him. Then once they closed the distance to the loud, wild world of the game booths, the other student spoke his name.
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Preston nodded to give confirmation. "Then... you're Shib, right?"
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Unless two Prestons conveniently joined the Friendship Initiative, the young angel was certain the young man who led him away was Shib. Shyly, the angel gazed at the stranger, watching his cheerful smile... No wonder he joined, he seemed happy and sociable unlike him... Yet, the young student's soft stutter with his initial words and acknowledgement of the anxiety spoke otherwise... The angel never proved good at breaking down people's attitudes and responses, his lack of fixation on others making him incapable of those feats.
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"Um... sure," he answered, softly smiling at Shib. "And a plush sounds fun."
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The blond favoured Shib with a soft smile. He wanted to provide his partner with the impression of friendliness and happiness in their pairing. Alas, Preston's grin expressed awkwardness in every inch of his grin. It spoke in the manner his hands came together, fingers fidgeting as his hands occasionally rung. He never excelled in these situations, especially ones where there was no foundations for their conversation. Rather, it was this is your partner, now go have fun! There was no mention of favoured hobbies or suggestions of conversation starters...
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It meant Preston was effectively thrown into the deep end without a second thought. Yet, the thrower was not the event tailors, but himself... The individual who signed himself up in an attempt to create connections with things beyond books... Part of him wondered why despite the obvious answer. He was a young man without a troop of friends behind him, someone who struggled to forge those connections... and he wanted to make that change today.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] As they exited the classroom, there was slight ease in Preston’s postures. The curious had watched until they listened to the softest click of the closing door. Moving through the classroom always held a subtle awkwardness. Everybody else was stationary inside the room, meanwhile, the individual moving effectively spotlighted themselves for a quick glance. The slight nervousness Preston felt was nothing noticeable; so acute that the calls were minimal. Over the years, the blond grew adjusted to the wandering eyes of intrigue.
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Nonetheless, he never appreciated how quickly the glances would arrive should he ask a question or leave his desk to use the pencil sharpener; fortunately it always lasted a mere few seconds. Being outside the classroom demonstrated a more pleasant calibre of quiet. Forged from the sheer lack of people and unwillingness to disturb other classes. Words touched Preston's ears as he began the initial strides towards his locker. The awkward addition resulted in a soft grimace breaching the blond's tamed expression.
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Mr. Henderson was in Preston's opinion, a questionable teacher... The man's outward blandness, tired expression and boredom glazed eyes making it somewhat obvious he cared for the paycheck. Yet, the man accomplished his occupation-based expectation, thus, Preston was not particularly... harsh in his opinion. Enthusiasm and enjoyment of the material would be a wondrous perk, but when the day ended, the blond wanted the classes done.
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"He... isn't bad," Preston said hesitantly to give a summary. "Usually he can be a little... monotoned."
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Opinions were minimal when it arrived at Mr. Henderson. Some students ripped at the teacher, declaring him boring while simultaneously declaring other teachers as superior; particularly those who make their classes fun. Alas, Preston, by all regards, was a student who fixated on learning, method or enjoyment hardly being a concern. Gradually, they reached Preston's locker where the blond turned the combination lock. It opened with a soft click, allowing Preston to smoothly twist his hand and slip off the hook.
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His locker opened with a hushed squeak of the hinges, announcing the reveal of its innards. On the locker door was his schedule, hung from plain, grey circle magnets. Below the schedule was a magnetic pencil holder that held extra pens, pencils and even a few additional highlighters. The top shelf was filled with a variety of heavy textbooks, two sitting atop the shelf. One a biology textbook, another chemistry and the missing one precalculus math; which was promptly returned to its slot. The hooks held a navy-coloured backpack, zipper opened to reveal a matching lunch kit.
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The knapsack hanged adjacent to a light, spring jacket in a grey colour. Below the hanging items was a miniature "table" where Preston's binders patiently sat for use. There were no customized features, like pictures, making the tiny storage unit a bland thing to stare at. Quickly, Preston kept the binder in his arm, a large, black one that held three of his subjects, his personal favourites; math, biology and chemistry. From there, he plucked the biology textbook from the top shelf before turning to Alfonse.
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"Are you taking biology, or do you know your classes yet?" Preston inquired before shutting the door and locking the combination.
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The blond was attempting to plan a route for the remainder of their tour. There were other teachers who would be considered crucial for introductions. The English and history teacher being among the first people Preston thought of. Thus, it would be best to begin there before heading anywhere else.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Palpitations echo through Preston's ribcage as his wide, amber eyes glanced around. Perhaps their meeting was pleasant, but anything else possessed the atmosphere of a horror movie. Dark, eerie hallways, howling wind followed by the spooky creaks of a settling building then the addition of loud, building-shaking noises failed to assist the situation. It was extremely unsettling for the young blond as he steadied himself onto his feet. His breaths were heavier than previous, influenced by the fear being hefted onto his shoulders.
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Hesitantly, he began moving, feet a slow shuffle and his ball of light returning to carefully sit above the palm of his hand. Throughout the abrupt shaking, Myrcella had mumbled something, although, Preston did not comment on the words being said. Their situation was frustrating, but they required iron resolve to get through everything. The answer Myrcella provided made Preston flinch. The Assembly was attempting to break into the library, meaning their malicious terrors would and they would be in danger...
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Trepidation lurked within Preston, alas, when things were steady, he strode forward. He followed Myrcella further down the hallway until thud! The building shook, causing the mid-step blond to become unsteady and shakily moving close to the grounds. His hands collided with the carpet, ball of light fading as he softly hit the ground. Slowly, he brought his knees closer to sit on the ground for a few moments. Afterwards, Preston pushed himself to his feet, dusting himself off before summoning his light ball and following Myrcella.
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"I wonder what they are using to cause this much shaking," Preston whispered.
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Earth manipulators could potentially cause something of this mildness, but there was something different about this situation. The single question that echoed through his mind and created skepticism, how had they not gotten in yet? With such a magnitude of abilities in there world, why would they require multiple of these building-shaking thuds? A pause was given when Myrcella requested for anything suspicious to be mentioned.
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"... What if a fight is happening outside? Maybe the TRS are here," Preston suggested hopefully.
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Not necessarily a suspicion, but a notable fact about the situation. Only moments later did another loud thud echo through the library, louder than before. The building shook, bookshelves swaying slightly as a few pieces of literature fell from their locations. Preston's hand touched the side of a bookshelf, a soft 'whoa' escaping his lips in surprise. Whatever was happening... it was something big...
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] As they entered the classroom, Preston failed to detect the nervousness and self-conscious aura radiating off Alfonse because of the sheer mentioned of his species. When people thought of Akari's "glorious" Heaven their thoughts frequently orbited to the white-winged citizens, angels. The holiest creatures with wings whiter than the freshest layer of snow and boundless amounts of benevolence... at least in the perspective of most non-Hell species. Alas, Preston knew of the bitter reality and bias opinions of his species.
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Angels were not their namesake, but rather, in Preston's opinion, presumptuous and vain. Most believed they topped the pedestal in his experience as Akari's well-meaning servants. They damned Hell species, few granting ones the opportunity to prove their envisionment incorrectly. The only white-winged angel Preston appreciated was Zachary, the dark-haired man's unbias and pleasant views a relief. Other than him, there were his parents, perceived sinners from the blackness of their feathers, not a soul warranting them a chance at redemption.
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After providing Mr. Henderson with an explanation, Preston retreated to his desk to gather his binders and pencil case. Through the introduction provided by Alfonse, the blond angel quietly gathered his items. He stepped aside from the desks, listening to Alfonse nervously introduce himself. When the young boy finished the introduction, Mr. Henderson straightened his back and provided his best interpretation as a friendly, interested teacher.
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"Thank you, Alfonse," Mr. Henderson politely said. "You two may continue your tour."
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The scooped up items in Preston's arms were carried, the young blond pointing his chin towards the door in a gesture for Alfonse to follow him out. With that, the angel moved to exit the classroom, aware they should have just enough time to show the other classrooms before retiring to the following class. First, Preston planned on heading towards his locker to drop off his items and grab the next binder and textbook he required.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Awkwardness developed because of Preston's display of emotional distress. Pondering his mother's situation frightened the young blond drastically. The library's power was out, darkness engulfing their surroundings while loud noises lurked beyond those walls. A frightening type that kept trepidation inside Preston's chest, squeezing his heart, concern only worsening the side-effects. Was the hospital dark and dangerous? Perhaps his mother was in peril because of the frigid, cruel blizzard that arrived on Lorsette's doorstep.
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During these unfortunate circumstances brought on by storms, a hospital would undoubtedly struggle. Mental prayers were sent to Akari and Volos, hoping his mother would survive the horrible situation. His mother could not perish... she needed to recover from the cursed illness so they could be together. Reuniting was a necessity, something Preston believed would happen. The angel believed his mother had to survive. The moment she recovered, the Clark Family could be together, mother and son standing as a family.
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Breaths possessed subtle notes of shakiness as Preston attempted to soothe his breathing. Sniffles proceeded as the angel attempted to keep the mucus from escaping his nose; it would be disgusting if it did. Luckily, emotions were somewhat calm by the redhead's sympathetic demeanour towards his personal sorrows. Silence fell over Preston similar to a blanket they walked together until the time arrived to exchange names. She presented her, further adding a surname, giving her a professional vibe from her calmness; her name was Myrcella Dior.
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"Preston Clark," the young blond quietly reciprocated.
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A comfort settled over the situation as they neared the front of the library. Another thud echoed through the library, reverberated off the walls and shaking the ground. The blond sway, hand colliding with the side of a bookshelf to keep himself upright. Palpitations of fear coursed through his heart, the timid boy pausing, glancing through the shelves to check for any threats. A ball of light was summoned, Preston manipulating it to comb through the area, allowing his amber eyes to check the darkened areas.
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"... Um... what do you think that was?" Preston hushedly asked Myrcella.
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Their situation was ill-favouring, the type only adrenaline junkies enjoyed participating in. By no regards did Preston desire to dawn a mask and play hero... he would rather prefer to be tucked away safely at home. Fortunately, the blond angel was no longer wandering the pathways between the books by his lonesome. It assisted with keeping fending off the paranoia inspired by fear and assured should a terror be lurking the shelved halls of the library, somebody could assist in keeping them safe.
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