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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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.
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Lisa quietly watched him and his body language, “Why would you speak to the police department?” She asked as her brow furrowed with confusion, “Certainly the humans will figure it out themselves and it’s honorable that you are trying to do the right thing… but when does it end? Where do you draw the line between yourself and the humans?” Lisa asked,
“Yes; this human did not deserve an end like this. Yes, it could have been avoided, but arent you worried about getting too attached to them?” Lisa questioned, “Even if we had stopped this poor boy; you or I; in time, there would be no promise this would not still be an outcome.”
She sighed, “I am overstepping but… I am struggling to understand why you are willing to so casually mix the humans and even help them. Even if you were to seek vengeance for this poor boy’s death… when does it end? Are you not risking what shaky safety you have found here, by being discovered for enacting justice for this poor boy?” Lisa asked, “I…Would be lying if I said that I havent done the same for a few humans I grew fond of, but the gamble never truly ends in my favor.”
Lisa watched him look over the body and turn to see a particular tatto then confirm it was who they assumed it was.
Then Xander advised the boy was only 17. When she was all of 17, she had a family and a guiding hand but the lack there off in human societies meant th ecommunity would help them- to destroy them. “I am glad you were there for him where you could be.”
“I didnt know that but thank you for telling me that; I am always willing to learn.” Lisa said and sighed, shaking her head, “Humans are so disgusting to each other sometimes… It’s almost as unsettling as how they treat things they dont understand.”
Lisa hesitated, “Forgive me; I… do not have a grasp for human emotions, myself, anymore, so I don’t want you to think I am cold to this situation.” She advised before adding, “As the mortuary director, I am at your disposal to help you decide what is best for this boy… even if that involves forging some paperwork so that you have a decision in place of his parents... “
She looked down at the body and inwardly voiced her condolences, “It… had been difficult for me in the past, as there have bene many other humans I found myself fond of, who met unnatural fates like this- before their time.”
“Vrrrrt.tck.tck. VVRRRT.” The sound of the vending machine down the hall, taking Lisa’s crumbled-up-but-hastily-smoothed-out-over-the-edge-of-the-machine dollar, thinking about it, before spitting it back out at her. Like it had been. For the past two minutes. Lisa groaned and stamped her foot as she pushed the dollar back into the electronic bill taker.
“Take it.” Lisa hissed unhappily, “Take it and give me the soda.”
“Vrrrt…” Lida took a deep breath in her knee-length black dress and her pink suede heels, waiting on edge as the machine threatened another mechanical ‘tck’, before it accepted the dollar and gave her a dollar’s worth of vending credit for the machine. “Finally.” She huffed and pressed the button for a metallic orange can of orange soda- [ Sold Out ]. The digital display on the vending machine told her, “Oh… ok.” She said and pressed another button for a can of cherry-flavored cola which was also sold out. Lisa clenched her teeth unhappily and pressed a button for a can of dr.pepper. This too was sold out. “So you’re really going to take my money and not give me a soda I want?” Lisa grumbled to the machine then hit another button and on the machine for even a cola. Her least favorite. Sold out.
Lisa hissed with frustration and kicked the machine angrily and it gave a mechanical snarl before there was a repeated thunking noise from inside and five sodas fell out: A collection of the sodas it told her were fucking sold out. Not to be one to waste an opportunity, Lisa grabbed them and as she was about to make a snide comment as she stood up, another assistant came out of the morgue in a white-lab coat,
“Dr.Chamberlain.” They- Amelia, the Morgue doctor- called and Lisa looked at her abruptly with her arms full of the forbidden acquired sodas. “The TRS agent is on his way?” Lisa trotted back to the morgue as fast as she could in her heels, and put the sodas away, by the time she did that, Xander had already blasted into the morgue and Amelia approached him first,
“Good afternoon, you must be Mr.Xander, we haven’t pulled the body out yet.” Amelia said warmly, pushing her brown hair out of the way as Lisa came into the morgue and walked over to the wall of body cabinets, “If you’re a guardian, we would really appreciate you signing some forms-” “Dr.Conway.” Lisa said loudly and the other female hesitated, “Can you go and grab the test results for Mr. Grayson, from the labs up on the third floor? We don’t have them.” Amelia nodded nervously and left the room as Lisa opened a lower cabinet and pulled out the sliding tray, producing the body in question. She slipped her hands in her white lab-coat pockets.
“Here’s the body, Xander.” She said and took a couple of steps back, “Take your time; go slow if need be.”
Lisa smiled as she unlocked and opened the door to her 1990 jet black Rolly Royce Corniche, “Of course when I get home though.” She voiced as she got into her car, started the engine, shut the door, and waved to him before she drove off towards her temporary home, her townhome.
Lisa smiled and she took his arm after she locked up the door to her office, then as they left, she locked up the doors to the morgue, taking his arm, “I’ve parked in the back parking lot, so from here we can take two lefts and go right out the door; easier to not get lost.” She chuckled,
“Gentlemanly and humble; what a refreshing combination.” Lisa mused before she voiced, “I have had one of the most pleasant conversations with you than I have had in many, many years.” She admitted, “It gets… stale and lonely, speaking to my Apprentice, the only other immortal I’ve known, for some five hundred years.” She said,
“Do you have anything, perhaps, to take my number down as well?”
Lisa listened and wrote it down as well. [ Roland. Lycan. TRS, bat-shit crazy, wears red and a mask] and [Zephyr. Shifter. A penchant for blowing up. Smells of burnt fur and chemicals]. “Thank you for the heads up; I’ll send these descriptions to my apprentice as well, and we’ll try to keep things- perhaps to the outskirts of town? Fewer people, less commotion.” Lisa said, “He’ll apply them more aptly than I will.” She voiced as she turned off her computer and stood up from her desk, her heels lightly clicking against the floor, “I believe it’s time I call it a night; do not forget your shirt, Xander, lest you wish to come back and retrieve it.” She advised as she took off her own white labcoat, removed her phone, and slug it over the back of her desk chair, walking over to her office door and closing it halfway to reveal a dark-furred coat. Her apprentice has told her it was Hellhound but she didn’t know if it actually was. It warmed against her hand as she pulled it and its voluminous existence off and pulled the coat on, moving her hands behind her neck to sweep her hair back over the warming fur, looking back at him as she opened the door wide, sliding her phone into her pocket as she produced her office and workplace keys from another pocket,
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to walk me to my car?” She asked of him with a small smile.
At least Xander was wise in his years, and Lisa understood that then he showed her the picture of the dogs. “Dogs.” She mused absently yet aloud as she looked at the picture and looked up at him,
“The only pets I’ve ever collected were humans and that was mostly in the form of husbands- Oh, that came out wrong.” Lisa said as she late-minute corrected herself, “I… They died of natural causes or old age if you count out the ones hit by cars. They weren’t looking either.” She said and laughed a bit then realized-
That wasn’t something to laugh about. She cleared her throat, “What does the TRS do, exactly? My Apprentice and I are working through a project and I would like to keep outside interference in it, to a minimum; I wouldn’t want things to cause problems.”
She was… happy. Yes. That’s what the feeling was. ‘Joy’. To hear that he would be at the event, even in plain clothes, was nice. Then he went into his story and his age and she felt… a little sad. Perhaps even envious. A human who healed from his wounds was still a human. Unlike Lisa.
Her mind drudged up a memory that reminded her of that, or one the first time when someone found out she was a “Demon”, or something other than human before her Apprentice found her. How a group slowly surrounded her as she tried to back up, scared of them and scared of herself as they yelled at her for being a witch, just because she did not die when the walls fell and killed her family. “ I’m not a witch-” Lisa tried to object with a shaky voice before something hit her in the chest and fell to the ground. It was a rock.
“The only thing witches like you deserve is stoning.”
[/center] One of them said before everyone in the semi-circle before they began to throw stones at her to kill her. She was able to duck through them and run away but it took years for the wounds to heal properly.
Since her apprentice bonded to her, he had taken most of the hits meant for her and stopped several instances where she was almost stoned to death again.
“If you looked hard enough and where to look, you could also find me in the eras I have lived through, but the difference I think is- you are a human.” Lisa said, “Humans, more often than not, accept other humans.”
“In the eras when it was common, humans stoned to death “things” like me; now, their stones have turned to fire then bullets and guns. As they advance… I find myself more cowardly than ever.” Lisa admitted and voiced, “Is it hard for you to find a reason to wake up, too? I know that if I was not doing what I came to Lorsette to do, that I probably not be willing to exist anymore… Is this tiredness of the soul something every immortal deal with?”
Lisa opened the phone call portion of her cellphone up on the device and inputted the phone number into it and saved the contact, “TRS?” She echoed inquisitively and looked at him, “I… I don’t know much about them, hopefully, that is also something I can learn from you.” It seemed almost as if the more they talked, the less likely they would be to actually see each other or interact, but she did remember receiving an email about an upcoming event in the town.
“Is that the same organization that will be monitoring the Valentine’s Day event at City Hall?” Lisa asked, “Can I safely assume that if I were to go, you would be there as well, Xander?”
It was a chance, probably a slim one- since he said he was a trainer. To his offer of disposing bodies made her give a polite smile,
“I will keep you in mind should I need some assistance, even if I am not aware as to what ‘Terrors’ are yet.” Lisa frowned thoughtfully, “However, my Apprentice is… how do I say this politely?” She paused a moment to contemplate then added, “They are quite loyal, to the degree that me getting the assistance they could have provided me, infuriates them in a jealous-type of manner.”
She patiently concluded, “I do not want to assume what type of immortal you are, but I… I do not wish to cause problems in any capacity. As my Apprentice is more prone to anger and violence, I feel it is my duty and responsibility, to keep as low of a profile as I can.” She frowned again, “I would not wish to have to relocate, per se, after just meeting you.”
She smiled, “Well, ‘Lisa Marie Chamberlain’ is my current name… I have only read about Boggarts and other immortals, whatever the humans write, but I have never actually encountered another outside of my Apprentice, before you.”
To his other offer, she thought a moment, wondering if it was also safe for her to interact with him, as she still didnt know what type of immortal he was but she nodded and took him up on his offer, “I hope that I also don’t have to see you too often in a professional manner… but I would enjoy some company and your advise. Do you have a phone number, Xander?” She asked as she picked up a small notepad from her desk and pulled a black gel-point pen from a wire mesh cup filled with other writing pens, ready to take the information down.
Lisa was quite interested in his response. She was perhaps in awe. She didnt know others could look so… human either. When he advised he didnt know what she was, she advised openly,
“I would like nothing better than to keep things friendly; I am a Lich.” She advised and added, “I cannot afford to be confrontational or get into a fight; not that I am a pacifist, but because I could bleed out from a single cut or puncture.” Then she remembered her apprentice as her phone chimed with a message from them. [Understood. I can be there tomorrow.]
“Excuse me; these instances usually require my apprentice killing someone I tell, let me rectify that.” She advised as she texted her Apprentice back a single phrase: “The cake of the day is Strawberry Shortcake”. The message back was almost instantaneous with her sending the previous one out- [What? Mistress?]
She offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I must be cautious; I am Lisa Marie Chamberlain, by the way.” Lisa advised before offering the map to him, “Here is a map of the hospital for you; current as of this month. It should help you not get so lost next time.”
He came in and he was looking about, but he came in as she was finishing typing and submitted the report before his eyes landed on a book, given to her- “Fool. Told him humans didn’t look a thing like cows on the inside. Too damn full of himself to admit he was wrong.”
Lisa took a moment to process it but when she was done she wondered if she heard him right. And replaying it she realized she did. And processing it again, she realized that he may have been an immortal and as it dawned on her- the possibility of it- she found herself somewhat excited which overpowered her fear not too long ago and she looked at him abruptly and blatantly blurted,
“Are you an immortal as well?” Lisa asked before she caught herself and covered her mouth after the slipping of her tongue, but then followed it up with,
“I’m sorry if I’m wrong; It would just be the first time I met another immortal if you were.” Lisa said with a smile but she produced her phone and texted out a message ot her apprentice-
[ I accidentally exposed myself. Please come and take care of it.] She wrote out and sent the message to her apprentice.
This was the natural and organic system they had developed between themselves, for almost her whole lichhood. It was too risky for her to involve herself in a fight, though she wasn’t against it, but her Apprentice vehemently insisted he handle all forms of offensive retaliation- including killing humans who found out she was immortal, by her slip up. There were clauses to this system as some more clever humans had caught on and tried to text her apprentice such orders before- so they had made a code word in the last two hundred years or so.
Lisa just hoped this was an opportunity to actually cancel the order for once.
He took up her offer and she had watched him walk off for a moment.
He had a nice ass, but there was something a bit… off about him. Lisa decided to get to working on moving poor John Doe #217 back to his cabinet since obviously he wasn’t important enough to the potential claimer. Humans were truly strange sometimes; they pack bonded or did not, and they were so fast and flippant to viciously ostracize the latter.
If she met other Liches… would they do the same to her? Would other immortals? The prospect of opening herself to the rejection, and being rejected, scared her.
“I guess we are similar.” She told the corpse, knowing he had been dead for a while, but she opened the door to his cabinet and pulled out the sliding tray for his body to lay on before she carefully transferred his body onto the tray and slid him back into his cabinet. Her phone chimed and she pulled it from her white lab coat pocket. It was from her ever-loyal apprentice.
[ Three have fallen. Twenty-seven remain. ] The text read and she frowned.
That meant that they had found and killed three of the liches she had made and decided to toss away, and how many remained. She had asked them not to do anything, to just- stay away. Another text came in,
[ One killed in a car accident, another decapitated, and another pushed out of a ten story window in regards to affair alligations. ] OH ok so essentially, they didn’t kill them. She tucked her phone away and went to her office, taking off her lab coat and opening a draw in one of several filing cabinets before pulling out a map for the hospital with labelled rooms, and set it on her desk. It would be good for him to have it so there was not such confusion next time.
It tickled and pleased her that he had been modest enough to ask for directions; men did not often do that.
Her assistant definitely didnt do it unless they absolutely needed to, they would rather do almost anything else even if asking for assistance was the fastest way. They would rather trace every ping on a cell tower and a packet than actually call the person if they had their phone number. Unless Lisa said otherwise. Speaking of, her phone chimed again. Another message from her apprentice.
[Have you encountered any other Liches yet, Mistress?] ...Why? Why was that so important to them?
Her apprentice was too clever and soo intelligent to think that something as simple as her meeting another Lich, would sway her decision to die once she had killed the ones she made. That… She wanted to put it out of her mind, however, as she thoughtfully tapped her phone to her lips, moments in time that reminded her of her apprentice not being entirely smart, came to mind.
Like the time they gave her a literal bottle of snake oil to help her with a cold they believed she had. OR the time they had had identified a kilo of cocaine as ‘powdered sugar’. OR the time they believed whole-heartedly- since someonehad told them- if a drinking bird was to not drink from their cup of water, or if their cup was empty, it would begin the Rapture, so they began obsessively ensuring the bird’s cup was always full until Lisa Marie disproved the theory. These were failure in their youth and they had grown but… boy, were they stupid sometimes.
Still, she sat in her office, keeping the door open so that should the man come out, a left turn of the head would give him a direct view of her- or at least a partial view- and she began clicking away on her computer keyboard to digitally record the incident of the table and the caller not showing up, to explain why she was in the office so late.
Lisa nodded politely as he helped her then waited until he finished before asking, “Did she clarify that those were her lefts or to your left?” Lisa Marie asked before she avised,
“If you were sitting where she would be, then yes, the public restrooms would truly be two lefts, a right, and then down a flight of stairs.” She voiced before she concluded, “However, that would have been two rights, followed by a third right, and then down a flight of stairs.” She glanced at his clothes and offered up reluctantly,
“I have a private bathroom in here, you are welcome to use, and there is a sink you are also welcome to use to clean up; the bathroom has an extra lab coat hanging on the back of the door if that’s something you would like to address now.” She voiced but swiveled away from him and walked towards the small hallway she had come from and even opened the door to the bathroom for him.
It wasn’t marble and chrome, but it was tiled in soft grey with a drain in the center, the workings of a functional-but-bare-bones shower stall in the back left corner, white walls, a large toilet, and a white vanity sink with a small mirror; all illuminated by a white LED light overhead fan that she turned on for him. Oh. And an alone bottle of heavy-duty Febreeze on the corner of the vanity, opposite the foaming aloe handsoap that rested neatly the stainless steel faucet, near the toilet but above the half-full toilet paper roll. “You are welcome to it while I clean up.” She advised.
Humans were so unnecessarily obnoxious sometimes. Someone, a woman, had called in to her about an hour ago, and asked for John Doe #217 to be pulled so that she could come and examine the body and confirm John Doe #217 was deceased. Of course he was fucking deceased but still, Lisa Marie spent the 45 minutes of prep work that included sanitizing the morgue and cleaning, then pulled John Doe #217 from his cabinet and laid him out on the table. She had for once ran a bit late by thirty-five seconds.
It was just Lisa and John Doe #217 in the morgue tonight and she had patiently stood next to the table, facing the door, in her white lab coat, blush-colored, long sleeved, ribbed dress, her black gloves and a pair of black, stiletto Jimmy Chop's that had a golden snake, wrapped around her ankle for support. She had even pulled her hair into a loose braid to keep it from being in her way. And she stood there for fifteen extra minutes- despite her shift already ending- before her phone rang in her office.
She huffed moodily and walked across the morgue to the small, tucked away hallway, then to her office and picked up the phone. The conversation was short and the woman who had called in was doing so again- to say she couldn't make it and that she would show up tomorrow. Lisa hung up and sighed.
As soon as she had wished they had shown up, there was a crash and a bang that startled her. It came from the direction of the morgue and she walked her way back over-
A man had come in somehow, not only flipped the table and John Doe, but had gotten himself pinned underneath both and the counter was ensuring that he stayed down. At least she wasn't alone here anymore, but she walked over and scoffed. It was still more work to do before she could leave.
"Well, aren't we quite lost?" Lisa Marie asked as she went over- daintily and expertly stepping over what limbs she needed to, and tended to the table corner stuck under the counter. She rectified the event of it pinning the man and her corpse down, releasing them both, and she set the table aside so that it would be easier for her to move the corpse back onto it, and she moved to do just that.
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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.
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