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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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] People were mysterious at times in Preston’s opinion, his lack of social interaction making him amatuer at his greatest. The blond fixated on studies opposed to others, resulting in minor failings when conversation arrived on his doorstep. Awkwardness in these matters were only eliminating completely during instances where Preston was expected to present his work to the class. There was an education-based requirement there, thus it strengthened the young angel’s resolved and manifested a determination to speak smoothly and fluently.
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Without a proper reason behind his interaction and furthermore, hardly a desire to converse in the beginning, Preston lacked the required tools for these situations. Portions of him wished to return to his precious book, 'The Vagrant', which had thoroughly captured his. Happiness was discovered whenever he plunged into the fantasy worlds manifested through those beautiful words. The timing of Rosalynn's words made Preston believe she was referring to the customer and employee's minor dispute. Alas, the intellect was proved incorrect as the demon giggled and explained.
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Slight red breached Preston's complexion, colouring his cheeks with a subtle shade of embarrassment. Awkwardly, the blond glanced away, mentally chastising the minor error. Being a perfectionist, even the slightest errors resulted in embarrassment sparking throughout his mind. The angelic blond was praised for his smarts, therefore, misunderstandings manifested these emotions with frightful ease. Seconds passed before Preston sucked in a breath, composing himself as he straightened his poster and returned his gaze to Rosalynn.
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"No, it doesn't bother," he said, seemingly attempting professionalism to make up for the earlier assumption. "Why should I care about some baseless rumours?"
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High school was wild terrain, however, Preston was never particularly involved in the social environment. The young blond even avoided extracurricular activities because of the social circumstances; he despised being forced into those situations. Socializing was never his strong suit, thus he preferred abstaining from those circumstances when it was available. Alas, his interaction failures were bothersome and frustrating at times. As the bubbly popular girl proceeded, the male angel's eyes wavered back to the device previously allowing him to read his book.
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He despised these interruptions to his reading, his curiosity dissipating solely from the demonstration of his social difficulties. Unfortunately, it appeared the blond was buckled in until he finished his hot chocolate and therefore held an excuse to pardon himself and return home. The teasing comments were not welcomed, however, they were followed by Rosa stating she should have clarified. Nonetheless, embarrassment could still be discovered lurking in the depths of Preston's mind, making him uncomfortable where he sat.
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Briefly, Preston's eyes flitted curiously over to the librarians and the waitress, however, hardly lingered before being returned to his drink. Carefully, the blond grabbed the glass handle, bringing the warm-ish drink to his lips. He sipped the sugary contents, lowering the quantity slightly. Despite disliking the situation, the male angel took caution during this interaction. Upsetting Rosalynn Halogan, a popular girl and noble from a demon family, would cause more trouble than Preston desired to handle; playing civil was the best strategy.
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Temporarily, his wishes to escape the social situation was set aside in favour of assuring he could avoid displeasing the pinnacle of popularity. There were still several years of high school left for Preston to accomplish before graduating and he preferred to have them remain relatively peaceful.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Perhaps it was Preston's lack of inclination to speak about himself or merely the mention of healing which thoroughly captured his attention, but he allowed Alfonse to speak. Listening to others talk in these situations was easier than providing the conversation words. The young, blond angel was never a social teen, thus instances, where he could potentially avoid speaking about his experiences, was welcomed. Furthermore, these teachers sounded interesting, especially for the angel who constantly yearned for knowledge. A simple nod was provided as an acknowledgement to the thanks given for politely holding the door open. Surprise flashed on Preston's face when the guard's arm reached out, pressing against the door and keeping it open. The angel paused, eyes gazing up at the bodyguard for a brief moment before hastily entering the hallway, a subtle shyness to his steps. A deep breath was sucked into the depths of Preston's lungs only to be slowly exhaled. Gradually, he discovered calmness, his mind returning to the interesting discussion he had with Alfonse. Curiosities proceeded to manifest after Preston's interest was piqued; the young boy enjoyed investing his time in learning about healing.
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As they entered the upstairs area, the blond discovered a sense of comfort because of the surroundings. The hallway during classes was usually empty, an air of quiet and stillness consuming the area commonly filled with bustle. Without hesitation, the blond began marching down the hallway, leading Alfonse down the hallway. Lockers lined the halls, only breaking when a classroom door was available. As Preston led the young acquaintance down the corridor, he listened to the words, even patiently waiting when Alfonse paused. Everything was about the natural healing class which the blond was curious about. He allowed Alfonse to sheepishly continue his story, the angel pausing in front of Mr. Henderson's classroom to listen. The moment he was asked about herbs, Preston shook his head.
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"I don't have the magic to make them... besides... I'm an angel, so I can just heal people without potions... I'm hoping I can get really good at it so I can help people," Preston explained slowly. "An-anyways, we're here, so I will introduce you to Mr. Henderson."
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Quickly, Preston glanced through the classroom window and made certain Mr. Henderson was not accomplishing a lecture. Afterwards, he knocked on the door, a student promptly rising and opening the door to allow them inside. The student walked away, believing it was merely Preston's return, however, attention returned when some people noticed the angel was not alone. Slowly, the intelligent student led them towards the teacher whose attention was also earned.
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"Mr. Henderson, I'm showing a new student around," Preston explained before glancing at Alfonse. "Alfonse, this is Mr. Henderson."
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Even if Alfonse had not entered the classroom, Preston would have conducted the introduction so Mr. Henderson knew the individual joining his class. The teacher provided a nod before cleaning his bored expression to a half-hearted smile. There were nervous cracks in Mr. Henderson's face because of the bodyguard, however, he was determined to appear professional.
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"Hello, Alfonse. Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" He asked, with a weak, "friendly" smile.
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The blond's eyes remained on Alfonse, waiting to see how the young man would react. If his company wished to introduce himself, Preston would gladly provide the opportunity, thus he quietly waited.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] As they journeyed up the stairwell, Preston's thoughts lingered to the other teachers, specifically the ones who taught their grade currently. Each subject had a different teacher with only a few possessing multiple subjects to their name. Frequently, these teachers had two classes which could be easier to manage together. There were plenty of teachers in the school who Preston rarely interacted because of his chosen classes. Currently, he was in Mr. Henderson's precalculous class for this period, but later he would be in english, science and a few other classes he joined to fill his schedule. Part of him wondered what classes Alfonse would be signed up for, but he assumed his parents held those plans. They appeared upper class, especially considering the guard who continued to follow behind their steps. Thus, Preston was under the assumption that he would see Alfonse in his classes. Receiving excellent grades in harder classes was praise for upper-class families in television shows, however, those shows were never a reality. Despite that, they still sparked presumptions about certain types of people. When inquired about previous teachers, Preston quietly listened to what the kitsune said.
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Each name was unfamiliar to Preston, however, Alfonse had recently arrived at the high school, thus he assumed these teachers perhaps lived outside of Lorsette. The blond nodded at the words the kitsune, listening as he explained his various teachers. The most notable thing was the uniqueness of Alfonse's classes, Preston even being a little jealous of the fact he received natural healing classes. Back when he was with his other foster family, they hung healing lessons over his head and demanded attention in lessons he never cared for. He merely nodded when Alfonse mentioned not remembering, but there was concerned expression on his face. There was a pause as Preston opened the stairwell door, once again allowing Alfonse and his bodyguard through first.
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"So... natural healing? That sounds interesting," Preston mentioned.
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He desired more information about the healing section because of the blond's captivation with the medical realm. The boy's sickly mother and goals to become a doctor maintained his interests in the subject. If there was something to learn about healing others, Preston wished to discover it. Once they crossed through the threshold, Preston entered afterwards, promptly taking the lead. They still needed to met Mr. Henderson after all.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Mothers were important in any child's life, especially at delicate ages where developments to the body were being made. Currently, Preston found himself in those confusing times where the body developed and his thinking patterns altered, becoming slightly more mature; the difference was hardly noticeable considering he was a mature, young boy to begin with. Alas, the blond's mother was forced to be absent as he grew older and wondered his way through school. A foster father was his only parent, although, Preston would admit Zachary was the best fake dad to ever become his foster parent. The first punished him for his kindness towards hell species and lack of interest in creating holy water. The angel boy was raised around hell species parents, thus he refused to harm those associated with that species. Despite what people said, those creatures could display kindness and love. Pressure existed behind the young angel's eyes as his body attempted to persuade him to cry, meanwhile, he refused to accomplish the action. Crying was embarrassing and displayed vulnerability and he promised to be strong for his mother.
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Handing her a platter of concerns could worsen her condition, which was something Preston feared. Thus, the male teen displayed strength and never informed his mother of school-based concerns or anything similar. The blond's breathing was deeper from his efforts to avoid crying. The sounds of sniffling were obvious, the blond rubbing his eyes when the slightest hint of water breached through. The young man looked away, eyes locking with the carpet-covered floor beneath because of his embarrassment over possibly crying. A calm voice commended him for his strength in handling his mother's illness, even going lengths to state his mother would be proud. Slowly, Preston's eyes gave the redhead a fleeting glance before returning to the carpet. The blond was quiet for a few moments, surprised at the kind words. A loud groan echoed through the walls, the blond stiffening as he quickly glanced around, surveying the area. When he found nothing wrong, the male angel calmed. The final comment prompted Preston to nod slowly, agreeing with curses being horrible. Silence reigned for a few more minutes before the blond gained strength to talk.
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"... Thank you... I appreciate the comment," Preston murmured.
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Gradually, Preston began walking forward, remembering how crucial it was for them to continue through the shelves. The front desk was nearby, meaning they would soon discover safety among the other people trapped inside the library. A thought entered the blond's head as he glanced at the redheaded girl.
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"I never asked... What is your name?" He inquired quietly.
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The girl's kindness prompted Preston to attempt friendliness. So far, the redhead seemed benevolent, leaving her safe path to check on him and later providing a pleasant compliment. The young blond kept walking, keeping a reasonable pace so him and the redhead could stick together.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Undoubtedly, Preston was an extremely introverted angel, preferring the company of literature, schoolwork and endless studying opposed to actual human contact. Instances existed where there were flares of social craving; people were social creatures. Nonetheless, he found himself more intrigued by the world of words and endless knowledge opposed to the malicious social cliques quietly gossiping around each corner. People could be heartless, evident by the circumstances of his past, thus he kept to himself and worked hard on his studies. There were horrible people out there, but somebody needed to assist the innocent individuals wandering the streets. He lacked the bravery for hunting or law enforcement, but the medical field called to him when his mother was discovered, withering away beneath those bland sheets. Undoubtedly, Preston missed those days where they could head outside together, play games and soar through the beautiful blue sky. As the blond quietly observed the waitress, he found himself worrying more about his mother than the dark-haired library he spotted in passing glances. If anything, he was familiar with her existence but unaware of her personal affairs.
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Gradually, the waitress' impatience was increasing as vexation appeared over the dark-haired woman's absence. The blond never knew exactly what to think, however, he was originally concerned about the movie Rosalynn mentioned but never provided further information. Oddly, he believed the young lady never watched any movie related to his book and was merely sitting down similar to a wolf who hungered for conversation, yet, Preston was uncertain. Socializing was never his forte, his endless concerns over his hospitalized mother and schoolwork taking precedence over learning conversation etiquettes. Perhaps she wanted assistance with homework? There were plenty who inquired the young intellect, some going lengths to request he accomplish their homework which he never did. Statements were made about people, specifically, the impatient waitress residing over the librarian's table. Eyes widened subtly when Rosalynn informed him not to worry about those individuals, the blond angel hardly providing a thought until the situation was pointed out. Prying into people's personal lives was something Preston avoided, impart because he would never appreciate such a callous action.
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"Um... I wasn't minding," he mumbled. "She could be having a bad day or something."
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People could have bad days where nothing went wrong or the lacked the necessary sleep to tackle specific problems. Similarly, Preston had days where he would become more snippy because of recent events transpiring in his life. Anger sometimes became a natural response when people were struggling through their week. The cafe door's bell rung, heralding the arrival of another librarian accompanied by the one previously sitting at the table. Briefly, Preston glanced back, watching as one sat down while the other thanked the waitress. The sharp, ill-tempered response could easily be heard from their distance. Body language and facial expression displayed a similar mixture of emotions. There were subtle bags under exhausted narrowed eyes as she appeared thoroughly angered. Attention was removed from the situation, Preston calmly glancing back to his hot chocolate to take a small sip from the gradually cooling mug.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Cautiously, Preston ferried the warm cup of hot chocolate to his lips, slender fingers curling around the porcelain handle while the open hand softly touched the sides of the cup. Warmth embraced his mouth, sending a warming sensation throughout his body; a welcomed feeling because of the winter chills. Slowly, the mug was returned to its coster with a soft clack that signified contact. It quickly became apparent to the blond angel that Rosalynn planned on holding his attention for a long period of time, thus there would be an unfortunate delay in his reading. A quiet, inaudible sigh flowed through his lips as the blond's hand grabbed his phone, promptly clicking the off button before shoving into the depths of his pocket. Wasting battery power was absolutely pointless, although, the amber-eyed youth had already lost some from speaking to Rosa. The purple-haired girl evidently had social requirements her previous friend had failed to feed after suddenly leaving the cafe. A curious glance was taken towards the vacant table still filled with the woman's items, yet, she still remained outside. There was an acute curiosity manifesting in Preston, however, the shy boy failed to act on it.
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Momentarily, the blond angel's eyes flitted towards the cafe's clock where he discovered plenty of time could be spent in the comforting walls of the cafe. Chances were, Zachary would have texted him by now to inform him he expected him to be home earlier. There was a brief pause as Preston raised a brow and straightened his posture.
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"Um... Weren't you going to tell me about that film adaptation?" He inquired again.
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Interest in the post-apocalypse world being built in the book lingered in Preston's mind, especially considering the unique layout of the scenery and the way the civilians of the ruined lands appeared. Thus, averting his attention from the notion would prove not to be an easy task. There was a mentioning of a family acquaintance, the young blond merely providing a small nod at the provided question. He was never particularly interested in conversations about future social affairs, especially considering he never knew exactly what to say. However, those situations only turned rotten whenever gossip would invade the discussion. After a few moments, the young demon fetched her stuff from where she previously stationed herself, making it evident she planned on settling at his table for a while. On a lighter note, Rosa mentioned merely waiting for her doughnuts, implying she would potentially leave once her box was completed. He merely listened, occasionally nodding to display that he was genuinely listening to the words Rosa stated, however, his expression quickly shifted to shock. While he was aware Rosa would inevitably know a majority of the school's rumours, he never expected her to actually mention they existed.
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From what Preston heard and observed, students attempted to keep those petty little rumours hidden under carpets, pretending as though nobody noticed the lump beneath the fabric. Those secrets were safeguarded by convenient hushed speaking and refusal to share with anybody who could potentially let them slip.
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"Um... I guess so," he answered awkwardly, being unaware the volume of rumours started about him.
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Gauging the amount people rudely conversed about him was impossible, especially considering he lacked a social circle of his own. Only the occasional nasty rumour inflicted on him would reach his ears, however, hearing them all would be impossible, yet, he was thankful for that. Adolescents could be spiteful individuals and maliciously tore apart character; in their lives, high school was everything. Similarly, Preston would inevitably worry about the opinions, especially considering he had approximately three years of high school left. He remained blinded by the notion that the social jungle of high school hardly mattered, but the upcoming future.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Escape was found as Preston squeezed past the jock, entering the hallway beyond the room of bookshelves. These reasonable reactions exhibited by the angel’s schoolmates resulted in plenty of difficulties in escorting Alfonse smoothly through the school. Consistent staring was nerve-wracking, however, the blond managed to hide those unsettling feelings in favour of a braver facade. The principal required him to accomplish the task of familiarizing Alfonse with the school, thus Preston was determined to complete it. Patiently, the young, angelic boy waited for Alfonse to slip past the jock and reached for the door, however, a different arm managed to get there first. A surprised gasp escaped the angelic boy's lips, his amber eyes flitting behind them to find Alfonse's bodyguard already behind them and prepared to leave. The bodyguard's footsteps were unheard, resulting in Preston's heart beating rapidly in surprise by the sudden arm. After a few deep breaths, Preston quietly slipped into the hallway, glancing back briefly through the windows at the room of seemingly endless bookshelves. There were a few noticeable pouts from the curious students, however, they refused to move from their seats.
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Patiently, the blond waited for the pair to enter the hallway before starting to slowly walk down the tiled floors. The sounds of their footsteps echoed through the empty hallways, undisturbed from the lack of wandering teachers or students. Tucked safely under his right arm was the yearbook, the blond youth’s eyes occasionally glancing towards it before surveying the area again. Only a few moments after the walk began did Alfonse give him an inquiry about his current teacher; he presumed he meant the math teacher opposed to the homeroom one.
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"Well, Mr. Henderson is my math teacher. He probably thinks I am still getting a book... I usually finish my work first," Preston explained while he walked down the hallways.
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Mr. Henderson was a sombre man, his bland voice reigning over the class similar to a heavy blanket. Occasionally, the bland tones would lull students asleep, resulting in them missing the day's lesson or receiving punishment. The teacher himself was evidently intelligent but merely lacked the vibrancy to maintain the student's interests. Admittedly, Preston refused to place the man high on his "favoured teachers" list, however, the decisions were biased. The biology teacher was among the blond's favourites, especially considering she provided interesting lessons on the medical care system. Subtly, the amber-eyed boy raised a curious brow before glancing towards Alfonse.
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"What kind of teachers did you have?" Preston asked out of pure curiosity.
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Gradually, they approached the stairwell which led to the upper levels of the large school building. Without hesitation, Preston began quickly walking up the stairs, hastily surveying the area as they ascended. Students would occasionally linger in the stairwell, however, under most circumstances, it was during lunch hour.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Curiosity was piqued by the numerous students in the library, however, they were miraculously unapproachable. Presumably, there was merely a lack of socially proficient students which allowed them to merely slip through the cracks and avoid interactions. In Preston's eyes, that proved everything was proceeding excellently, the plans to avoid social confrontation being top priority until Alfonse became more comfortable with Lorsette High School. Inevitably, the students would essentially interrogate the youth with little consideration to the perturbation to his emotional state. Students were curious, but youth occasionally made thoughtfulness an unavailable trait for the immensely nosy. Years of attending the high school allowed Preston to adjust to the feeling of apprehension towards the fellow students of the school. Teachers proved to be more difficult initially, but once the blond discovered his comfort zone, a sense of safety had transcended over him. Thus, he was hoping to delay student interaction until Alfonse had discovered comfort inside the sturdy walls of high school. Analyzing the area provided Preston with a vague idea of the student's curiosity.
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Chairs were arranged, friends shuffling apart in order to assure there were a pair of chairs for both himself and Alfonse. A soft sigh of relief escaped Preston's lips, the blond discovering solace in being capable of avoiding the social jungle temporarily. Eye contact was entirely avoided during the surveying of the library in an attempt to find the large bodyguard who escorted Alfonse. Venturing into the shelves was an option, however, the angel would prefer avoiding the endeavour since the social predators could attempt to ambush them and engage in conversation. Retrieving the yearbook without hassle was a splendid miracle, but their avoidance should not be flaunted. Those more determined to manifest a social relationship consisted of endless questions and extreme scrutiny would assure it would occur. When his eyes returned to Alfonse, he easily detected the shy smile followed by an interesting admittance. Based on the auburn-haired boy's world, the bodyguard was observant and prepared to detect when they exited the library. The angel provided a small nod in response and gestured for Alfonse to follow him out of the library.
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Without hesitation, Preston weaved through any students near the library's exit, the blond displaying a neutral expression in response to their staring. However, his inner feelings towards it was a mild sense of trepidation, the hairs on the back of his neck raising because of discomfort. Shyness was difficult to hide, but the angel worked extensively on pushing it away and maintaining a calm disposition. Socialization and calmness seemed like befitting traits of a doctor, although, the timidness his adoptive father displayed was a comfort which settled in the back of his mind.
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"I need to go back to my classroom first... My teacher will wonder where I am if I just disappear," Preston explaining.
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Briefly, he glanced behind him to make certain Alfonse was capable of following him through the door and down the hallways. They were fortunate to avoid students with improved social skills, but the blond was worried their luck would not last.
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] After accomplishing the simplistic task of signing out the book, Preston’s eyes skimmed over the crowded library. A frown perched itself on the blond’s face as he realized the curious students re-positioning their chairs in certain directions in hopes the pair would grace their table. Attending one of the sitting areas in the library appeared to be a recipe for disaster; he could already imagine the endless inquires whispered out from their lips. They would be unable to cease until they finally gathered the information they craved, thus Preston’s thoughts began churning. He racked his brain for a method to spare Alfonse from the intense social situation; unfortunately, it was mostly unavoidable. Eventually, they would manage to find the auburn-haired boy and practically interrogate him about the entirety of his life; they were social savages, feeding off doses of information for gossiping purposes. The notion made Preston pause to shake his head, however, his thoughts remained fixated on how they could escape the social situation. Should they take shelter in the walls of the library, people would inevitable shuffles seats to meet the newest student. To Preston, defending Alfonse from the social jungle of Lorsette High School would be difficult to accomplish for at least a day or possibly two.
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The inquiry from his companion was provided, however, Preston hesitated to answer. He skimmed through the library before directing his eyes to gaze through the glass walls. Certainly, there was an empty classroom somewhere in the high school which would be pleasantly quiet and private. Furthermore, Preston could properly notify his teacher before whisking Alfonse away to a quieter room.
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“Let’s see if your bodyguard found a book… There could be an empty classroom upstairs, then there will be less people… Besides, I still need to tell my teacher and grab my stuff from the classroom,” Preston explained, pausing briefly. “It will also give me the chance to introduce you to the math teacher.” [break][break]
There was a pause as Preston's amber eyes searched for the large build of Alfonse's bodyguard. The blond theorized they were expected to inform the man that they were going to leave and settle down elsewhere in the high school. Unfortunately, the endless maze of bookshelves resulted in the angel questioning where exactly he could be lurking.
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"Where would your bodyguard go to find a book anyways?" Preston asked quietly.
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Narrowing the search areas would assist in finding Alfonse's bodyguard, although, he would be easy to spot considering he was fairly large and an adult at that. However, the school library was a decent size, thus Preston preferred attempting to lower the amount of area where they would be required to search.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
Special thanks for the members of TDOM who make suggestions to help make this site better. Even though we can not accept all suggestions, we immensely appreciate it. Thus, we give credit to any additions that you thought of and were later implimented by the staff, because we are glad you give us these excellent ideas.
