Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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There was an amused smirk stretched across Nathan's face as he leaned back in the chair, arms crossed while he observed Demetria with his yellow-green eyes. Receiving the opportunity to witness another individual smacking into walls proved to be extremely entertaining. This was the male vampire’s first time watching the display without running the cruel tracks, and he enjoyed every second of it. There was something comedic about attempting to teach Demetria to react quickly to abrupt situations; he wondered if Donovan became this amused observing his own attempts at hastily accomplished stops or dodges. After years of his brother's absence, Nathan could finally understand why fiddling with the controls of the walls was an enjoyable event. The first time the male vampire managed to trick Demetria through abruptly causing a wall to emerge from the floor's slot proved to be the greatest reaction considering she thought there would be no consequences to running these laps. Proving the redhead incorrect in her assumption of safety were the reactions which delighted Nathan.
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The green-haired man's eyes returned to the speedometer, watching the numbers start ticking upwards as his apprentice proceeded to run the track. Alas, when Demetria proceeded to taunt him openly, stating his lack of skill in sparing, Nathan's eyes lowered into a glare. These pathetic remarks were ill-placed in the hunter's opinion considering the redhead had only observed his fighting capabilities on a single occasion. The evening of the Valentine's Day Dance, he had protected her alongside her boyfriend after they foolishly decided to remain involved instead of allowing the profession to handle his craft. Fortunately, the green-haired man had disposed of the terror's that evening with the assistance of his blood manipulation. Finally, Nathan shifted from his relaxed position to sit up straight, finger landing on the intercom button to allow his voice to be heard.
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"Listen, Miss Prissy. We gotta start with the basics, and if you keep running your mouth, I WILL BEAT YOU INTO A BLOODY PULP!" Nathan threatened sadistically. "Now RUN YOUR LAPS!"
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There were tones of temperament to Nathan's voice when he spoke in response to the redhead's comments. Hot-headed and arrogant, those traits were frequently associated with the male vampire's attitude, thus his mild sensitivity to criticism; especially when those words were leaving the mouth of somebody he rescued from possible death. When it arrived at the walls, the green-haired man's mercy was limited as he waited for Demetria to approach one; a wall on a corner edge. Once she was close, the male vampire tapped the button of wall #1 (a wall he already brought up), the wall only going high enough to trip from the meagre tap. If his apprentice planned on running her mouth, Nathan planned on playing dirty when it arrived at this training.
The extensive wait was designed to meddle with Demetria as Nathan attempted to make the walls unexpected appearances rather than predictable. Reaction time and hastily analyzing situations was significant, thus the green-haired vampire desired to amuse himself with these teachings. After years of being forced to run these laps, the male vampire was over-zealous about throwing somebody else into the ring. There had been an extensive period of time when Nathan merely watched his apprentice run laps, waiting for the most opportune time to strike and launch his attack. He had reclined in the meagre chair, awaiting the proper moment to push the button and unleash the sudden appearance of the walls. Considering the manner which his apprentice attempted to punch one of the walls, the green-haired man was prepared for future physical rebukes in response to the sudden appearance of his walls. There was a resistance to allow a smirk to crawl onto his lips, the male vampire refusing to leave in queues for Demetria to discover and use for her advantage.
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The statement of determining her speed was merely a facade in hopes Demetria would push herself to become faster, providing the obstacles with a chance to obstruct her path, resulting in crashes. An amused smirk graced the green-haired man's face as the redhead crashed into the wall. For a few extra moments, Nathan allowed his finger to keep the button pressed down, the male vampire enjoying Demetria's reactions. Once her threat was made, the full-fledged hunter lifted his finger, resulting in the wall returning to its slot. Promptly afterwards, his gaze returned to the microphone as he pushed down a different button to allow Demetria to hear his voice.
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"Having fun?" He asked in a teasing tone. "You need to react faster, or else a razor may tear you apart. Prepare for anything. Now go back to your laps."
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Afterwards, Nathan returned to reclining in his chair, eyes gazing through the glass to observe his apprentice. The male vampire knew the redhead's only chance at survival on the field was proper training; without it, hunters would risk more injuries. Sparing, training and various other forms of skill improvement were crucial as a result. While Nathan was not necessarily critical, he would not allow his apprentice to graduate until he was certain she could adequately handle herself on the field. This resulted in the rigorous training being the utmost importance to allow Demetria to become a powerful huntress and a real threat in combat against Assembly forces.
Amusement touched Nathan's features the longer his training lesson proceeded. After being forced to run these laps by his brother only to be abruptly interrupted by walls, the vampire thought it felt incredible to become a mere observer. Under most circumstances, Nathan was the runner, attempting to remain alert as he frantically watched for suddenly appearing walls threatening to block his path. While the training was unconventional, the green-haired man learned the consequences of expectation in a battlefield scenario; enemies could come from anywhere with plans to attack you. The vampire desired to teach his apprentice the importance of remaining alert to her surroundings, and creating an unexpected threat appeared to be the best method to display those ideals. Hunters needed to be prepared, and Nathan was required to make Demetria ready for being attacked or blocked at any moment. The vampire kept watching Demetria for a few moments, shortly grabbing a chair and sitting down as he observed.
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A casual glance was provided towards the speedometer, the male vampire watching it gradually tick upwards until finally ceasing in a steady range. There were a few moments spared to watch Demetria, the full-fledged hunter waiting for when it was most unexpectant. Once the redhead appeared to be getting comfortable, Nathan's finger hovered over the button, feeling the smooth plastic while he waited. He allowed minutes to pass, keeping his hand hidden on the control panel as he watched Demetria run. When she went down a long stretch of track, he prepared to lift the door in front of her; door #3 in this situation. Another smirk touched his lips as he waited for the outcome, hoping he would be amused.
From behind the glass, Nathan watched his apprentice run laps. While they would never discover if the male vampire was fast enough to avoid being the victim of Demetria’s bullets, he knew it was better. He believed he was fast enough, but nonetheless, worrying Tristan was a crime he refused to commit. After they began dating, Nathan devoted himself to maintaining the blond's happiness, and he was certain receiving a nasty injury would only result in immense worry. As the redhead began speeding up into a sprint, the green-haired man's eyes trailing her movements, surprised by her speed. There was a glance taken towards his numbers dialling up on the monitor as the radar scanned Demetria's movement better than Nathan's eyes. She appeared to be gradually getting more comfortable with her speed, the green-haired man waiting until the numbers remained in a solid range. He shifted his steps, uncrossing his arms to hover his index finger above the button. Above the red button was a label which read 'Wall One'.
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The button would abruptly bring up one of the four walls on the track, Nathan having each memorized. There were a few more moments where the male vampire merely watched, his hovering finger gradually moving down. Once Demetria rounded the corner, going down a longer track, the green-haired man pushed down on the button. Abruptly, a large metal wall burst up from a slot in the ground to block Demetria's path. A smirk touched the male vampire's lips as the redhead turned, but proceeded to crash into the metal wall. Clearly, she needed some assistance with her reaction time, however, there was hardly anybody who could dodge it during their first time. When his apprentice glanced back through the glass, Nathan waved with his open hand, still smirking victoriously from surprising Demetria. He watched her carefully, noticing her fingers curl into a fist before taking aim at the wall, but Nathan released the button before his apprentice could smack it hard. Afterwards, he turned to the microphone to speak to his apprentice.
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"You need to work on your reaction time. Razors and some mutants can be pretty fast, so you need to be prepared for anything which can come in your path," he explained simply. "Also, please don't break anything. If you break it, you pay for it. Now back to running!"
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After his announcement, Nathan backed away from the microphone and returned to the main control panel for the walls. He wanted Demetria to proceed with her running exercise so he could continue sharpening her reaction time and alertness through unpredictably bringing a wall up.
The control room inside the Beckard Manor’s training area was a simplistic board of controls, limited in effects on the field where they would train. Alas, there was still plenty Nathan could accomplish in terms of detecting his apprentice's speed and naturally, his now favourite function, abruptly bringing up the large, metal doors. There were many incidents when the vampire trained with his older brother where he would slam hard into the walls, knocking himself dizzy as a result. Bruises were common in the training room, although, Nathan had grown accustomed to receiving them after years of training his abilities; the end product resulted in it being a worthy sacrifice. He was a skillful, young hunter as he desired to be since Donovan joined and began showing him those fighting moves. After the death of his brother, his determination increased and now he felt proud of his capabilities, albeit, conceited. The male vampire glanced over the numerous controls on the panel, promptly flicking up a switch which was the loudspeaker.
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Carefully, he tugged a microphone closer to his lips, "Remember how we are testing your speed? I can check it from in here, so you can run a few laps while I get it going. You don't have to be fast for your first few, I will let you know when to start running the track at a full sprint."
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Once the command was given, Nathan began fiddling with the controls to track Demetria speed. Smoothly, he typed into the console, bringing up the proper program on one of the small monitors. From a slot in the wall which opened, the scanner came out, searching for the intended target. With the assistance of the scanner, the male vampire could acquire number-based data on his apprentice's speed. It appeared to be the perfect recipe for allowing him to know when to click the red buttons on the panel; the buttons which brought up the various durable walls featured on the track. When it appeared to lock onto Demetria, the male vampire returned to microphone to speak through one of the speakers in the room.
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"Go ahead and run," Nathan stated simply.
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Through the specially designed glass, the green-haired man planned to observe his apprentice's running capabilities. He stood quietly, arms crossed as he stared through the window; he was hoping to become impressed again. The redhead's aim proved to already be rather incredible, displaying she was a worthy candidate for blood manipulation if he could teach her to focus. The remaining tests were merely being accomplished to give Nathan an idea of Demetria's abilities.
End of thread will continue when I am able to write up A Wall of Woes. <3
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There was an arrogant smirk stretched across Nathan's lips when Demetria stated otherwise to his statement about her being unable to shoot him. The male vampire already knew he could dodge all of the redhead's bullets, or at least he believed he could, he merely desired to maintain the happiness of his beloved boyfriend; Tristan did not deserve being stressed should Demetria get lucky! Before possessing a significant other to provide love and mutually receive, the green-haired man would be leaping at the opportunity to prove his superiority among his comrades. In the male vampire's mind, Demetria was fortunate that Nathan's immense care for Tristan kept him from accepting her foolish challenge; he would obviously reign victorious! There would not require the use of a bulky protective vest considering he was plenty capable to survive an intense duel between himself and a gun. He had accomplished it numerous times when placed on the battlefield against the Assembly and he was certain he could have done it during a training exercise, alas, the possibility of worrying Tristan remained too heavy a burden for Nathan to risk it.
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"Oh please, I wouldn't even need protective equipment since I would obviously win," he arrogantly responded. "I am seriously just refusing to not embarrass you."
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He listened attentively when Demetria answered his question regarding the terror before providing a brief nod. At the mention of getting in close proximity of a razor, Nathan shrugged. There was no harm should someone be in control of their speed enough to weave around the quickly paced attacks of the terror.
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"Not recommended, but you're pretty quick I imagine," he began before a devilish smirk touched his lips. "We should test your speed..."
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There was one nasty contraption in the training basement of the Beckard Manor, Nathan despising it whenever Donovan decided to use it on him. The large area was specially designed with various implements, one was to have a wall slide out from the floors very quickly. When a vampire was running, the wall was difficult to notice on account of how excellent it fit into its slot on the floor, but nonetheless useful for testing reaction times. There was a brief time where Nathan left to set up the equipment, refusing to let Demetria into the control room should she try; he hoped she would use the time to stretch.
Admittedly, Nathan was mildly impressed with his apprentice’s capabilities in firearms, thus his desires to push her abilities further, however, Demetria possessed other plans. The challenge she provided resulted in the male vampire glancing over, eyebrows raised in consideration, but another thought lingered in his mind. While the green-haired man was certain he could smoothly complete the challenge with ease, a wary “what if” entered his mind about his precious boyfriend. There were no doubts Nathan was fast, but unnecessary injuries could result in Tristan becoming worried or frightened; a single bullet in the wrong spot could be a deadly price. Should he perish in a ridiculous training exercise, who would protect his beloved blond from his vicious father? The abusive man was somebody Nathan would not permit to be within miles of Tristan's vicinity if he could; if warranted the opportunity, the male vampire would murder the deplorable excuse for a father. Unfortunately, altercations with the law would be difficult to handle, and being around for Tristan felt far more important.
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He needed to avoid injury and a jail sentence in order to protect his beloved boyfriend, especially since he never inquired his parents about Tristan staying. There was no possibly Nathan would risk him being kicked out of the house considering the horrible condition of his home life.
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"Heh, not happening. Besides, I'm so fast you wouldn't hit a shot. I wouldn't want to embarrass you after all," Nathan answered arrogantly.
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There was a quick nod provided when Demetria mentioned basic training, the male vampire walking towards the open area. After leaving the shooting range, Nathan spared a moment to take a quick sip from the water bottle before turning around. He spared a moment to glance over the redhead before gesturing for Demetria to walk into the center of the room.
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"Okay, let's see. What would you do if a razor rushed you?" Nathan began.
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He was curious about the ideas Demetria would plan when it arrived at a basic question. Fortunately, the green-haired vampire could pretend to be a razor when the time arrived. First, he wanted to analyze the redhead's thought process before getting to the nitty-gritty and speed/strength tests. Eventually, the time would arrive for a proper sparring match, which was a pleasant thought for Nathan after witnessing the incredible capability the redhead possessed.
The smirk remained evident on Nathan’s face as he waited for Demetria to proceed with her skill demonstration. He wanted to thoroughly judge her capability with firearms, especially considering it appeared to be her primary defence and offence. Alas, there were a variety of combat skills Nathan was required to teach her. The lessons the green-haired teen desired to teach included skills in enhancements and eventually, blood manipulation, although, he planned to leave what Demetria wanted to learn for the final lesson. It appeared to be the crucial desire for her teaching, resulting in Nathan deciding it would be the final lesson. Once the male vampire gave her the go-ahead, everything started with a series of loud bangs. Bullets propelled from the barrel of the gun, sinking deep into the stomachs and chest of the human-shaped targets. After a few moments, Nathan’s brow raised in pleasant surprise as a small, lip tight smile crept onto his face. It was evident Demetria places plenty of effort into perfecting her aim with a gun, furthermore, displaying intellect in shooting for the torso opposed to the head; the head was difficult to shoot the target. It suggested she could perhaps be an excellent pupil for blood manipulation, but Nathan wished to push her further; he wanted to see how fast she could go.
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A cacophony of bangs continued, bullets embedding themselves into the paper and wooden holders. When Demetria ceased and inquired about proceeding, Nathan paused for a moment before pushing off the wall. The machine was stopped, targets going motionless as Nathan opened the gate to enter the area.
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“You’re a good shot,” Nathan commented, analyzing the evidence. “Want a challenge? I can make this machine go faster. If you are worried about bullets, we have a gun you can borrow. Either way, if you keep training yourself with a firearm, you would have a good weapon for if you run out of energy.”
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Gradually, Nathan ripped off the papers covers and tossed them aside before beginning to grab new ones. On each target, he poked the nails through with ease to secure the paper. Afterwards, he turned around and left through the gate, his gaze turning to his apprentice.
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“Do you want to challenge yourself, or do you want to learn something else? He inquired, deciding to get a certain answer. “If we stay here, I will speed up the targets movements until you reach the maximum speed, otherwise I just teach you basic stuff.”
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The alternative was heading to the main area and teaching basic techniques based around the enhancements a vampire possessed. This consisted of subtle speed movements, full sprints and how to properly punch should it be needed. He wanted her to learn to dodge and defend herself properly, but wanted to make certain everything was accomplished accordingly. However, there was a consideration to possibly sparring against Demetria should she handle the basics easily.
After years of being affiliated with the TRS, Nathan learned a variety of tricks and significant traditions to accomplish prior to performing sparring or all sorts of training. While he never stretched for extensive periods of time, he would borrow a brief moment to prepare his muscles for the upcoming action. The male vampire spaced his feet, allowing for each of his legs to receive a brief stretch before he turned to properly face Demetria. A neutral expression held his countenance as he regarded the female vampire, once again analyzing her. Based on the actions she desired to take, the redhead was feisty and prepared to prove herself in the field of combat, however, Nathan wanted to provide her with some basic training and performance tests before launching into their duel. The retort to his inquiries resulted in the male vampire raising a brow, his gaze only drifting to watch the servant elegantly place the silver tray on the table. He bowed before leaving, Nathan merely providing a nod of thanks before fixating his attention on Demetria. She appeared keen on entirely skipping the basic fundaments of combat, suggesting she was possibly in a rush to learn her main desire, blood manipulation.
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An irritated sigh escaped Nathan's lips as he turned away, opening one of the water bottles specifically marked as type O RH- blood; the servants knew it was his favourite. He purposefully delayed answering her question, allowing her to proceed. When she mentioned the gun and withdrew her chosen weapon, Nathan finally swallowed his beverage before placing it off to the side of the tray.
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"The point of a starting lesson is me assessing what you know, not outright sparring and kicking your ass," Nathan explained bluntly, a slight conceited nature to his tone. "Anyways, sure. We will see what your aim is like."
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The green-haired man gestured for her to follow as he rounded a wall which revealed a small shooting range fitted with both stationary and moving targets. While the men in the household preferred the more brutal approach, Nathan's mother was classy, instead preferring firearms and blood manipulation for her defence; she found brawling to be barbaric. There was no permission asked as the male vampire walked over to the controls, flicking a switch so the targets would begin to move.
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"If your aim is so great, then try this," he stated with a smirk.
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Afterwards, he leaned against the wall near the controls, prepared to watch the moving targets; he wanted to see how many she could hit. While Demetria stated she wished to test her skills on a target or can, but there was nothing stating the target needed to be stationary.
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